#Kit X

[thelifestylesaga]

Sustainable Fashion Might Not Sustain

Hello y'all!

In the previous post we talked about the Steve Madden and Trashie partnership, which revealed a nuanced view of sustainability’s impact on fashion, particularly in the e-commerce space. 

On Sept. 12, Vogue published an article talking about the financial impact of integrating sustainability in fashion, with insights from brands like Mara Hoffman and KitX. 

And both cases show how challenging it is for brands to maintain ecological responsibility while navigating the economic realities in the fashion industry.

In Steve Madden’s case, the partnership with Trashie employed a circular economy model where consumers could recycle old apparel in exchange for store credits, reflecting the growing sustainability trend in the fashion industry.

However, the success of such initiatives is often limited to large brands with substantial resources, which Steve Madden is. So it can afford to offer credit to consumers and drive sales while also addressing waste reduction.

However, Mara Hoffman and Kit X’s experience reveals the difficulties that smaller, independent brands face when scaling sustainable fashion. Hoffman, known for pioneering sustainable practices, ultimately had to close her label due to a financial strain on operations.

Sustainable materials, ethical labor, and environmentally responsible supply chains dramatically raised production costs and priced brands like Hoffman's out of the market. So despite consumer demand for sustainability, fast fashion continues to dominate, offering cheaper alternatives and making it harder for sustainably focused brands to compete.

The intersection of sustainability and e-commerce has its fair share of opportunities and challenges. While e-commerce does allow brands to reach global audiences and integrate recycling, transparency in supply chains, and ethical sourcing into the online shopping experience, independent labels like Mara Hoffman are finding it difficult to maintain profitability on their eco-conscious models more than global brands, like Steve Madden, which can leverage customer loyalty to promote sustainability initiatives in e-commerce.

So I think that although sustainability in fashion is in demand, its economic viability remains uneven for the industry. 

What do you guys think? Let me know in the comments!

Until next time,

Cheers!

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[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#You Know What That Is? Growth

[inmybubblesblog]

Nick: we keep escaping parties to hang out with each other

Charlie: are we going to do it every time?

Nick: i hope so

[vagabond-umlaut]

you: hey 'toru, can you help me with this zipper? gojo: sure thing, sweets you: you: up, satoru gojo: right, of course

[nobitchs-world]

When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

[brimay]

NICK NELSON & CHARLIE SPRING — 2x08 "PERFECT"

I am absolutely obsessed with this bit because it feels like an intentional way of giving the audience a glimpse into Nick and Charlie's future as a married couple. It's just the two of them saying goodbye to their friends, but you get the sense that this house is theirs — it's their home; they just hosted a party, and now they're going to bed. They're teenagers but already so established and so comfortable in being together that they look like they've been married for 10 years. It's so beautiful and, in a way, quite subtle, but I'm in love with it.

[radios-silent]

The way charlie just says "no" so calmly

[ohmygodshesbi]

chappell roan’s good luck babe, personified

[bairdthereader]

When older sister magic goes rogue

[ncknelsns]

Why are you looking at me like that?

NICK & CHARLIE in 3x07

[spideyhexx]

oct. 2nd - bro code

Brother'sBestFriend!Rafe Cameron x Reader

mdni! wc; 1.2k cw; thighfucking, cnc ish

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a/n; a last minute change to kinktober because drew starkey™️

“Babydoll, I’m not even putin’ it in, it’s not a big deal,” Rafe murmurs to your ear, his lips ghosting the shell of it as his arm wraps tighter to your waist, your hips pressing into the hard counter of the outside bar. 

“He won’t find out?”

Rafe scoffs a little, his arm tightening on you. “No, no, no, no, he won’t. Cause you won’t tell him, huh?”

You shake your head no and his hand juts up to your chin, turning your head back to him, “C’mon, words, baby, I told you I need words to keep going.” His words, however, hold no meaning. He gives the cockiest little smirk when he says it. 

It’s hard to get them out when his warm hand is holding you, and his erection presses firmly to your backside, begging for something more. Rafe was your older brother’s best friend and it would have taken a literal miracle for you not to develop a crush on him. 

Rafe’s been eyeing you lately though. Longer glances when you strip off your towel, showing off your new swimsuit. Lingering touches when he hugs you in greetings, slipping a hand to the top of your ass. Enough for you to notice, but no one else. 

A few of your friends already warned you that Rafe gave off certain vibes, which you steer clear of immediately when attributed to a guy, but he was a magnet. And he’s holding you so tightly. 

Your front is against the bar counter on your patio, his body pressed up behind you so close, you feel all of him, every inch of him. 

“Rafe maybe we shouldn’t like-”

“Shhhh,” he interrupts, leaning back to watch the curve of your ass as he rubs his hardened dick against you. All that covers you is a thin pair of blue swimsuit bottoms, his swimming trunks do nothing to contain how aroused he is. 

“Here, how ‘bout this,” he mumbles, tugging the trunks down enough to let his cock spring free, and the quick glimpse you get of it makes you gasp. 

Rafe relishes in that. But his hand finds your jaw again, “I won’t even put it in, ‘kay? Won’t even do it, babydoll, it won’t slip it in. It’s just a little help and it means nothing cause it’s not in.”

You want to tell him his words don’t make sense, but you feel his free hand nudge your legs apart and oblige, holding one hand on the counter, your other hand on his wrist. 

“He could come home,” you whisper, not meaning to be that quiet, but Rafe’s fingers tighten on your jaw. 

“Don’t fucking say that, we got time.” Rafe holds to his cock, smearing the beads of pre-cum dripping from him on your inner thigh. It coaxes another gasp out of you and he chuckles. 

“Yeah, see? I told you, it’s nice, yeah. But it’s nothing, doll. Nothing. I’m not doing anything crazy and your brother won’t know, ‘kay?”

Rafe waits for you to nod. Your hesitation causes him to press tighter to you, the counter’s edge digging into your skin enough to be uncomfortable, enough to probably leave a mark. You nod. 

His hot breath at your ear and neck and feeling how hard he is makes your head spin and the area between your legs alight. This is wrong, you know it’s bad on multiple levels. You shouldn’t want him. Shouldn’t let him do this, but you can’t find it in yourself to push him away. Instead, you slip your bottoms to the side and Rafe mutters out a, “fuck yes,” that makes more heat spark within you. 

Rafe slides his cock between your thighs, resting right under your heat. You swallow hard, gripping the counter. He nudges your legs to his heart’s content, getting them in the right position so there’s enough pressure against him, and then he grabs your hips tight. You move your jaw, stretching it out after his hard grip, reaching a hand behind you so you can hold onto some part of him. 

But as your fingertips grace his wrist, he swats your hand away, “Just look forward, doll, I got it.”

You can’t respond, because Rafe immediately starts to thrust himself between your thighs, not bothering to go slow. 

He groans and lets out a dark laugh against your ear, his teeth nibbling at your skin. “Think about this every time you walk around in one of these,” he mutters, rocking his hips, the steady rhythmic thrusts teasing you whenever his tip rubs against your cunt. “Every time you walk around in general.”

You wonder if he wants you to ask him to put it in. To push his cock into you and fuck you right here near the pool, but even if he wants you to do that, he doesn’t mention it. So you don’t either. 

The slow torture of his cock rubbing between your thighs, using them for his pleasure, has your breath heavy and your knees shaky. 

Rafe grunts, gripping your waist so hard it rivals the push of the counter against you. “This is normal yeah?” His voice comes out breathy, near wavering. 

“What?” You ask, confused by the questioning. 

“This is normal. Tell me doll, please,” Rafe almost whines at you. It has your brow knitting and your head turning to see him but he shakes his head vehemently, removing a hand from your hip to force your head forward. 

“Doll, c’mon, this is normal, yeah? Just…just feeling good with you, that’s all. Doesn’t…doesn’t fucking matter,” he gets out through pants and broken-up breaths. “I’m not even…my dick isn’t even…”

“Uh…,” you trail off. Unsure. 

“Doll,” he says, a sharp edge to his tone, like he might break if you don’t answer him. 

You rush your words out, “Yeah, yeah, it’s normal.” 

Rafe lets out a breath you could only classify as a relief. He thrusts his hips a little faster, the squeeze of your thighs warm and soft against him, the perfect amount to stimulate him. You’re sure he can feel how wet you are, the quick drag of his cock right under your cunt has you wanting to reach down and rub at your clit to give you some sort of satisfaction. But you can’t bring yourself to, your mind too focused on his sounds, on his movements. On his insistence that this is normal. He thrusts over and over until he muffles a groan against your shoulder, spilling himself on your thighs, on your cunt, on the counter in front of you. 

It’s a lot. A big mess that you don’t know what to do with. Your breath feels shakier than it was just a few seconds ago. Rafe steps back, tugging his trunks up. He reaches over for your beach towel that is laid on the lounge chair and chucks it over at you. 

You turn just in time to catch it, but you stay still, holding it and looking at him. He’s out of breath, flushed in the face, his eyes wild. 

“What? Clean the fuck up,” he mutters, gesturing with his hand and adjusting his trunks as he walks past you towards the screen door. 

With a swallow, you wipe your thighs clean, the heat in your stomach still lingering. 

“He won’t find out,” Rafe’s voice rings out, and you look up at him, only to nod, looking to where his cum hit the counter. You wipe it clean, then catch his eye again. 

Rafe stares for a few seconds, and you watch his frenzied expression dip into neutral territory, then the turns on his heel into your house.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[inmybubblesblog]

Alice Oseman made them in a lab :)

[vagabond-umlaut]

gojo: when my wife is mad, i tighten the lids on all our jars so she has to ask me for help *sound of glass shattering in the kitchen* gojo: it doesn't always work, though

[nobitchs-world]

My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men

[admireforever]

Kisses