#SCARF Industry Size

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Ghost Eater

Summary: You don't like exorcists. They don't much like you either.

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You’d always thought big restaurants like the Brownie Industry only did well in small, midwestern towns like the one you came from. A year working in LA has taught you that, no matter where you go, people will always love garlic bread and sugar.

It’s your day off which means you’re pulling a double shift. You haven’t had time to wash your hair for the past two weeks so it’s frizzing out of your claw clip and flying wild around your face. The lighting is so dim that you’ve tripped over two black purses already, luckily not while you’re running food. The big dining room sounds like an apiary with the tittering laughter of the later adult crowd that’s filtered in from the theater across the four lane road. The main difference between the Brownie Industry here and the one back home is size. The ceiling soars overhead, supported by a series of concrete pillars separating the dining area into three sections.

Normally it would be three servers per section. Today, it’s just you in yours.

One more hour. That’s what the manager promised you. It might even be true if the host stand quits seating you after the table you’re approaching.

There are three people at the table. A woman whose hair might be light blonde or gray in the light of day, her eyes light and piercing. Her face is soft from age, emphasized by the tight, lace collar of her off-season sweater. She reminds you strongly of your mom’s nemesis on the HOA board. The man couldn’t be more out of place next to her despite their equivalent age. He’s wearing a leather jacket – again, it’s not cold here – and a Norwegian metal shirt underneath. His hair is definitely white, so white it almost glows. He’s frowning at the teenager across the table as if she’s touched his motorcycle without permission.

The teenager might be the first you’ve seen all night who doesn’t have their phone out. She’s decked out in what you consider grandma florals – a t-shirt scattered with daisy chains, a bucket hat made out of nana’s carpet bag, and a hand-crocheted scarf in pastel.  You can’t really see her face under the shadow of her hat and there’s an odd, blurred quality to the way she fiddles with her napkin. You let your eyes skip past her and back to the two adults. Teenagers don’t pay the bill.

“Welcome to Brownie Industry!” you chirp. You’re sweaty and red but the faded yellow light hides that. You’re a service industry pro so none of your exhaustion shows on your face when you ask, “Is this your first-time dining with us?”

If you weren’t so burned out, you’d have noticed before you introduced yourself.

“Are you Grady?” the woman asks. Her voice is more posh than you expected even with her lace collar. “Grady Pace?”

Fuck. There’s a noticeable temperature differential now that you’re close to them. The restaurant is warm from the number of bodies, maybe even warmer than the summer air outside, but stepping up next to their table feels like walking into an ice rink.

“I’m your waitress,” you say. You don’t have time for this conversation. You’ve got five minutes in your cycle to take their order and then you’ve got food to run. “If you need any other services from me, I have a website.”

“We messaged you,” the man says. His lips thin to the point his thick mustache covers them entirely. “You never responded.”

Because you’ve been making more money at the Brownie Industry than your other job. “I’ll take a look at it tonight.”

“Wait,” the teenager says, sitting upright. She looks from you to the adults and back again. When she smiles, there’s no humor in it. “This is why we drove eight hours to have dinner at the Brownie Industry? For her?”

“Katie, be polite—”

“I’m sorry,” Katie says, “It’s just—I found a priest, you know? An actual exorcist priest and you guys want to trust a waitress over him?”

“Ugh exorcists,” you say. The memory of sour cabbage is so heavy on your tongue that you stick your tongue out in disgust. When you see Katie’s look, you backtrack. “Effective! Definitely effective.”

“Your mistakes have cost us too much already,” the man says, shaking a finger at her. “We are not converting just for an exorcism.”

“I normally don’t agree with your father,” the woman tells Katie, “but in this case I would like to leave conversion as a last resort.”

“We wouldn’t actually convert,” Katie says, rolling her eyes.

“Pretty sure exorcists can tell when you lie,” you tell Katie. When her scowl deepens, you clear your throat. “Did you all need another minute to think about the menu?”

“We need you to help us,” the dad says. He scrubs a hand over his face. “Look, I know you’re at work and I’m sorry we’re bothering you.”

“We’re desperate,” the mom says. She reaches for her purse. “We’ll pay you. Triple the rate on your website or even quadruple. We need that thing gone by tonight.”

Katie covers her face. “Mom. You’re embarrassing me. Terry isn’t that bad.”

“Oh, he’s bad, young lady,” the dad says sternly. “A bad influence.”

“We caught her trying to perform another séance yesterday,” the mom confesses to you. She leans forward with a pinched expression. “So Terry’s friend Larry could visit too.”

“Interesting,” you say. The food bell rings, but you think you can ignore it for another minute. You study Katie’s blush. “Why did you do that?”

If she was being compelled, she won’t have an answer to your question. You’ve dealt with a lot of ghosts in your time, but so few are sentient enough – or powerful enough – for compulsion.

“Go on,” the dad says, gesturing at you. “Tell her.”

“Leroy, she’s embarrassed enough,” the mom says.

“No, she’s not, Sarah.” The dad – Leroy – gestures to you again. “Tell her.”

Katie huffs, clearly resistant. But when her dad huffs back, she caves. “So,” she says, “I have this YouTube channel—”

“I’m off in an hour,” you interrupt. You don’t care that you’re being rude. Your patience ran out as soon as she said YouTube. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.” You turn to go.

“A moment!” Sarah shakes out her menu. “How’s the nicoise salad?”

Of course they’re going to order. They’d better tip too if they want you to help them with their ghost problem.

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“You said an hour,” mom Sarah says when you leave out the employee entrance. She’s shivering next to her daughter. Leroy is off smoking behind his motorcycle, parked next to the Tesla Katie is leaning on, but he stubs out his cigarette on the asphalt when you walk up. “It’s been two.”

“I had side work,” you say instead of it would have been one if not for you. You rub your bare arms when the familiar ghost chill washes over you. You want nothing more than to go home and wash the scent of garlic and brownie batter out of your hair. “Was there something wrong with my service?”

“No?”

You try to make your voice light. “I see.”

Sarah frowns at your tone anyway. “Why?”

“You tipped five dollars.”

Katie jolts like a scalded cat. “Mom!”

Leroy scrubs a hand over his face. “Sarah…”

“What?” Sarah throws up her hands. The parking lot lights catch on her Swarovski charm bracelet. “I tipped!”

“Like ten percent,” Katie says. She pulls her bucket hat over her eyes for a beat and then peeks at you from under it. “I’m so sorry. It’s not you, she’s always like this.”

“It was actually a six percent tip,” you say. You’re getting a clearer picture of this little family now. It’s becoming more and more understandable why Katie might have started summoning ghosts. “If you want to be precise.”

Leroy reaches for his back pocket. “Let me.”

Sarah swats at his hand. “We’re about to pay her a lot more than that!”

“For a completely separate job,” Leroy says. He pulls a twenty from his wallet and hands it to you with a grimace. “Sorry, Grady, I should’ve checked.”

“You should’ve paid if you cared so much,” Sarah retorts. She folds her arms over her chest. She taps her cheek and widens her eyes. “Oh wait… you never pay.”

“Sure,” Leroy says. This time it’s his turn to throw his hands in the air. “Sure, Sarah. I don’t pay for anything to do with our daughter’s private school or her dance classes or her health insurance—”

“If the court hadn’t mandated—”

“You make twice as much as me—"

“Guys!” Katie says loudly. Her mouth is a thin line of upset when she says, “Argue about what an expensive burden I am later when we don’t have an audience, okay?”

Her parents speak at the same time.

“You’re twisting my words,” Sarah says. “I never said—"

“Sweetie, you’re not a burden—”

“Can you just get this ghost out of me?” Katie asks you. She goes for nonchalance and falls short. “My parents haven’t been in the same room for the last five years for a reason.” She fakes whispering. “They don’t play nicely with others.”

Sarah bristles. “Katie.”

“God, I know how that is,” you say. The whole interaction is giving you the worst case of sympathy for Katie. Before her parents can say anything else, you change the subject. “How long have you been haunted?”

“Six months,” Katie says. She fiddles with her bucket hat so that you can see her eyes for the first time. They’re brown, like her dad’s, and have heavy bruises underneath. She shrugs. “They only noticed a month ago though.”

“I noticed your behavior had changed,” Sarah defends. Like her daughter, she fidgets. She plays with her bracelet and clears her throat. “I thought it was a teenage thing.”

“What signs did you notice first?” you ask the parents. They glance at each other and then away.

“Let’s just say we noticed different things,” Leroy says dryly. He pulls out his phone.

“Moodiness,” Sarah says. She ticks them off on her fingers. “Laziness. Disrespect. Over-sleeping.”

“Those are just teenager things,” Katie says with an astounding level of self awareness. She shrugs. “I’m a senior now. They’re lucky it didn’t start sooner.”

“I,” Leroy says, “noticed this.” He turns his phone towards you.

“Ah,” Sarah says, “Yes. That.”

You examine the picture. It’s of Katie on a small dirt bike. She’s wearing a helmet in the picture, but you recognize the fashion sense in the floral boots she’s wearing. The scene behind her is of the hills, low scrub brush recognizable to someone who’s lived in LA for the past five years. On the bike behind her is a smudge. It could be a cloud of dirt blown into frame or maybe a camera glitch. It could be if it weren’t for the leering face emerging from the cloud right behind her head.

“I just want to say I did not agree to getting her a motorcycle,” Sarah says.

“Mom, not the point,” Katie says.

“Look how close that creep is to my daughter,” Leroy says. He jabs a finger at Katie’s waist in the photo where you can see a ghostly hand. “I want him gone.”

“Dad, he didn’t mean anything by it!” Katie turns to you earnestly. “Terry never rode a bike before and I thought, like, what if he moved on after he got a chance to? It was a philanthropic effort!”

“Plant a tree if you want to be a philanthropist,” Leroy growls. “I want this guy away from my daughter.”

“He doesn’t mean any harm really,” Katie says. “He would move on if he could! He says he’s stuck to me because of how I summoned him. He’s like, really sorry. He even spelled out Sorry in the bathroom mirror once.”

“What,” Sarah says in a dangerous voice, “was Terry doing in the bathroom with you, Katie?”

Katie splutters. “Mom, don’t be gross!”

The family descends into bickering. You have heard about ghosts being stuck to a person before, but usually that’s when the person has some sort of psychic powers. Katie’s wearing crystal in her ears, but they aren’t charged. She might develop some talent later in life, but right now she’s a normal girl.

The parking lost is nearly empty now. You recognize a few employee cars, but very few customers. The kitchen will be cleaning for another half hour before they’re ready to go home.  The reality is that, if Terry is stuck, you might not be the best way to handle the situation. If he’s not…

Well.

It’s time to talk to Terry.

Opening your ghost sense is hard to describe. Some psychics liken it to a third eye, right in the middle of their forehead. You’ve always thought that sounded really cool like maybe the world gets cast in a blue hue when they do it and the dead appear like they do in movies. You’ve met other psychics who say it’s like a sixth sense. They know where the ghost is and it’s like they download all that information until their minds can just sort of conjure their image.

For you, it’s like letting your body remember it has a second mouth. Cats have an extra sensory organ on the roof of their mouth that lets them detect scents better. Your second mouth is a bit like that. You can still smell brownies and garlic and the city air of LA, but you can also smell/taste something else.

Something like…pepper?

Your eyes water and you sneeze so viciously that your eyes close. When you open them again, four people are staring at you in surprise.

“Gesundheit,” Leroy says.

“You sneeze like Dad does,” Katie says.

“Did no one ever teach you to cover your mouth?” Sarah asks in disgust.

“I wish you would’ve sneezed on her,” Terry says, nodding to Sarah. “She’s such a bitch.”

“Thank you for the commentary, everyone,” you say. You wipe your nose with the collar of your shirt as you consider Terry. It’s dirty anyway. “Terry. Interesting name for a ghost.”

Terry hasn’t noticed that you can see him yet. He’s floating behind Katie, one arm casually flung over her shoulder. It’s hard to place when he died based on his appearance alone. His hair is chin length, emphasizing the width of his jaw. Squire cuts have been popular for several decades and the bowling shirt he’s wearing could either be a modern fashion statement or a dated uniform. He looks to be in his mid-twenties, sun-kissed and with the air of someone who tells a lot of jokes at the expense of others. His arm around Katie strikes you as possessive, the glare he gives her parents venomous.

“I didn’t name him,” Katie says. “He said it’s short of Torrance.”

You blink. “Wouldn’t he be Torri then?”

“That’s a girl’s name,” Katie and Terry say at the same time. Their cadence is so close that it actually sounds like Terry’s baritone comes out of Katie’s mouth. For a moment, his arm flickers, clipping into her shoulder like a bad animation. When it does, Terry’s form grows brighter, more solid. Then Katie shivers and he’s forced out of her.

You and Terry click your tongues at the same time.

You remember how Katie’s hands seemed to blur at the dinner table. Terry’s not just haunting Katie. He’s trying to possess her. You wonder if that’s why Katie looked up an exorcist rather than a simple spiritual cleansing. Did she know how much danger she was in?

“Okay,” you say. You tear your attention away from Katie and Terry for a moment. Business first. “Sarah. Leroy. Who was it that found my site?”

“I did,” Sarah says. She raises her chin when you can’t hide your surprise. “When Katie was looking up exorcists—”

“She didn’t mean it,” Terry says. He pats Katie’s hat. “Right?”

“—I looked up alternative solutions,” Sarah says, not having heard Terry. Her confidence falters for a moment and she rubs her arm. “I have had some… negative experiences with exorcisms. I don’t want my daughter to go through that.”

Katie’s head whips towards her mother. “What? I didn’t know that.”

“It was a long time ago,” Leroy says. For the first time, he reaches out and hugs Sarah with one arm. You don’t know what surprises you more; Leroy hugging Sarah or Sarah leaning into his side. “When Sarah told me, we decided to put our differences aside. I vetted you through some of my contacts and they all agreed you’d be a safe bet.”

“I am,” you say. You’re not bragging either. You’re probably the safest bet in half the western states besides your older sister. “There are some…peculiarities in my method.”

“Charlatan,” Terry whispers in Katie’s ear. He’s grinning now. “Only charlatans are that confident. Look! She can’t even see me!”

Katie looks doubtful.

Usually, you’d try to talk to Terry at this point. Sometimes spirits can be negotiated with. They can be encouraged to move on or to take on a less aggressive form of haunting. Those that are truly stuck can be helped with the right sort of ritual work. But the way Terry’s affecting Katie’s mood and that fucking arm around her shoulders…

You don’t really want to talk to Terry.

“We can ask Terry to move on,” you tell the family.

“Nooooooo,” Terry says and flips you off. “Pass!”

“Sometimes spirits don’t realize how deeply they’re affecting their hosts,” you say.

“You don’t even know how deep I’m about to be,” Terry jeers at you.

“Many ghosts are confused when they’re called to interact with the living,” you say. “It can blur their understanding of death and, as a result, they cling to life. If they stick around long enough, their presence will affect the living like what’s happening to Katie. It’s not always malicious. It can be a symptom of that confusion.”

“Katie, tell her to piss off,” Terry hisses in the teen’s ear. “I’m not confused, I’m bored.” His voice deepens. “Tell her we don’t need her help. Tell her we’re going home.”

Katie opens her mouth robotically. “That’s…” Her brow creases as she tries to figure out what she was going to say. “It seems like we don’t need help then. Terry will move on when he’s ready, like I thought.”

“We aren’t paying you for a ghost therapy session,” Sarah snaps. It’s only because you’re really focusing that you can see the unease under her anger. She’s noticed something wrong with Katie. “Katie, Terry is going away today.”

“Fuck you,” Terry says.

“Fuck you,” Katie says.

Leroy’s head rears back. “Katie, you don’t use that language with your mother!”

“Fuck you too,” Katie and Terry say. The parking lot lights flicker.

“No, fuck you, Terry,” you say, stepping between Katie and her parents. Leroy starts like he’s going to pull you out of the way, but he doesn’t.

“Terry?” Leroy asks. He looks scared. “Terry said that? Is Terry possessing my daughter?”

“Not yet.” You eye Terry’s arm and the way his fingers are sinking into Katie’s arm.

“Oh fuck,” Terry says. He doesn’t look scared. Not yet. Instead, he grins. “You can see me.”

“Not every ghost is malicious,” you tell the parents without taking your eyes off Terry. “But some are.”

“I’m not malicious.” Terry runs a hand through his hair, still grinning. The parking lot lights flicker overhead again. “I care about Katie a lot.”

“Terry’s never hurt me,” Katie says.

You ignore her. She’s not even shaking Terry off now. Her gaze is dull on your face when you say, “I don’t mean to sound like I’m some sort of ghost therapist. However, it’s important to differentiate between malicious and non-malicious hauntings in my practice. My methods are unconventional and, if used indiscriminately, I can get in a lot of trouble.”

“We won’t tell anyone,” Leroy says. He steps into your periphery. His gaze flicks from you to the spot you’re staring at over Katie’s shoulder. “We want Terry gone.”

“Not a soul,” Sarah promises. She comes up on your other side. “Please help our daughter.”

“Terry,” you say. Your second mouth is yawning wide somewhere in the back of your brain. The taste of pepper isn’t as overwhelming now. “Last chance. Renounce your claim on Katie’s soul and slither back into whatever hole you came out of.”

“We’re soulmates,” Terry says. He bares his teeth at you. “Go on, Charlatan. Call on your God to banish me. I’ve been around for decades and no exorcist has ever been able to put a scratch on me. And when they manage to push me out?” He laughs and the temperature drops another ten degrees. An unholy light flickers in his eyes. “I just come right back.”

“Then I guess I won’t feel guilty,” you say.

“Guilty?” Katie asks.

You walk forward two steps and grab Terry’s face. Terry’s skin is soft and jelly-like. His facial bones undulate like rubber under your grip. “Hi, Terry.”

Now Terry’s afraid. “What the fuck, you can touch—?”

“Bye, Terry.” You drag him towards you. His fingers pop out of Katie’s arm with a wet sucking sound, and he claws at your wrist.

“Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait--”

You eat Terry.

People come from all around to eat at the Brownie Industry. They love the density of the desserts and the heaps of garlic spread over home-baked (shipped frozen) rolls. It’s a treat to know you’re always going to enjoy the meal even if you’re far from home or eating at the same location a hundred times. It’s consistency, sugar and butter. An easy addiction to have.

Eating ghosts is like that for you. They fizz in your second mouth like champagne and melt like fudge. It’s hard to describe and the ephemeral quality of it sends shivers down your spine. Somewhere Terry is screaming in anguish, maybe crying. You think that the family you’re helping is screaming something too, but the sensation of eating is so consuming you can’t hear the words.

Terry is younger than other ghosts you’ve eaten. He doesn’t have the depth of flavor you’d once been addicted to back in Illinois. The best ghost you’ve ever eaten had been like a six-course meal with all the centuries she’d been carrying. In comparison, Terry is like a bag of pepper chips. Interesting, but gone in a moment. Still, he hits the spot.

When you’re done, you burp a purple cloud of ectoplasm into the still night air.

Leroy is the first to speak. His eyes are so wide you can see the whites all around them. “Pay her, Sarah,” he says breathlessly. His hands shake as he reaches for Katie, steadying her on her feet. “Now.”

You smack your lips and graciously accept the wad of cash Sarah hands you. You raise your eyebrows. “This is more than three times my rate.”

“Consider it a tip,” Sarah says. She’s more composed than Leroy, but still pale. She studies you. “That was…revolting.”

“You didn’t have to watch,” you say. You put your money away and then perk up at a sudden thought. “Hey, if you can, can you leave me a review on my site?”

“I thought you didn’t want us to tell anyone?”

You wave your hand. “Secrets are bad for business. Besides, Terry deserved it. I’m sure they’ll understand if you write that in your review.”

“They…?”

You smile and don’t answer.

The family don’t ask many more questions after that. The parents promise to leave a review and Katie just stares at you as if concussed. You assure the parents that she’ll be back to normal as soon as the soul-shock wears off. 

“And if it doesn’t?” Sarah asks.

“Message me,” you say.

“You don’t check your messages,” Leroy says.

“Oh,” you say, patting your stomach, “I’ll be checking them a lot more often now.”

You’re hungry again.

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(Patreon)

[deramin2]

Taliesin's neat swimsuit here is from Beefcake Swimwear of Portland, Oregon. They're based on androgenous 1920s bathing costumes, and were designed by a lesbian to be affirming to gender-nonconforming friends. They're also size inclusive from XS to 5XL with the full range of models.

ID: Taliesin Jaffe sitting with his hands in his lap looking looking off to the side. He's sitting ion the bench of a dunk tank surrounded by a cage with a large rope woven between the bars. He's wearing a teal and purple scarf tired around his head, several necklaces, and a one-piece swim suit with a sleeveless black and white horizontal stripe top and black shorts. End ID.

They're a bit pricey at $99, but it's because they aim for ethical labor at all stages of production and durable more sustainable materials. They have a pretty low markup (she's been very transparent about how they're made and costs). Slow fashion horrified by industry norms.

I just think they're a very interesting company. I bought one of their swimsuits early in my trans journey & it definitely unlocked gender euphoria. I like seeing how companies run when they're founded on the principal that industry norms are terrible & they can do better.

(In addition to recognizing the distinctive design on sight, I also know it's not a knockoff because the CR guys filmed an All Work No Play episode in a hot tub before the pandemic, bought these to comply with Twitch/YouTube rules, and mentioned the company by name.)

[madameaug]

BTS w/ Short Reader

Pairing: BTS x Black Fem Reader

Synopsis: Different moments with BTS having a short girlfriend

Request: @lelewright1234

A/N: Not edited just wanted to get it out. Will clean up later :)

Seokjin: Going to Dinner

One of the major perks of living in the city was being close to many diverse food cuisines. There was an Italian restaurant two blocks from your apartment, authentic Mexican food on the same block, and your favorite restaurant just ten minutes' walking distance away.

That was what you and Jin were currently doing. The fall breeze felt nice as you all engaged in small talk. The restaurant was a casual establishment. Not necessarily a hole in the wall, but it didn't require reservations either. Even during peak hours.

"I'm starving," you said dramatically. Your work was insane, and time just got away from you. Not even able to pick up something quickly from the nearby gas station. It was that type of day.

"Well, I just got paid, so feel free to splurge. I'm craving a juicy steak." Jin, equally enthused, rubbed his hands together. Jin had been working hard to put himself in the best position for a promotion. The industry was lucrative, but it was a dog-eat-dog world. He didn't have many 'friends' at his job. He did not see the need when he had his girlfriend, his best friend, anyway.

Taking a seat at the resteraunt, it was long before a friendly waiter greeted you all.

"Hi, welcome to Cheesecake Factory. I'm Ryan and I'll be your sever for the evening."

The waitor placed down the menus. "Can I get you started with something to drink?"

He tilted his head. "Oh my apologizes let me get you a kids menu." He rubbed the back of his head. He collected the menu in front of you so fast, you didn't have a chance to even correct him. Jin watched as you fixed your lip to correct the waiter. But he quickly shook his head no.

The waitor was moving amile a minute, and turned around going to go get a kids menu.

"I don't know if I should be offended or take it as a compliment." You jokingly posed the question.

"Take it as a compliment. Plus it's cheaper." Jin shrugged.

When the waiter came back, Jin accepted the miniature kid-sized menu.

"Okay, sorry about that. What can I get you to drink?"

Yoongi: Driving

"Good morning lovie." You cooed into the phone.

Yoongi groaned in response. Your warm greeting reminded that he agreed to pick you up from the airport. You traveled back home to your home country for a couple of weeks in the summer.

"I'm getting ready to get on my flight. I'll see you soon." You blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up. Yoongi was so delirious that he didn't even recall you hanging up. The eight-hour time difference was messing with him. He was already recovering from a long night before. He was one of those sleepers, where if you interrupted him, he couldn't go back to sleep after that.

But the warmth of the bed was working its magic. Yoongi, in one huff, flipped his pillow over. His body physically relaxed at the coolness. The satin pillowcases were a nice little touch that you added to the bedroom. They protected your natural hair in the event that your scarf slid off at night.

Soaking in the couple more hours of sleep that he got. Yoongi rolled out of bed, grabbing his keys. He shuffled slowly to his car. He slid one foot in the car, and groaned in pain as he hit his knee on the steering wheel.

Amid the pain and waking up, Yoongi looked at the driver seat.

"Why is it so far up?" He leaned down, sliding the chair at an appropriate distance for his legs. Finally getting in the car, he saw that all the car settings were off. His side mirrors turned in a lot more, and his rear view mirror was practically looking down into the back seat.

He smacked his lips, realizing the only person capable of adjusting his car settings was you, his girlfriend. You did some last-minute shopping before flying out all those weeks ago. You must have taken Yoongi's car.

He checked your location and saw that you were now twenty miles from the airport. Starting the car, hearing the engine purr. Yoongi felt his seat moving closer and closer to the steering wheel. Despite pressing the button, the car kept moving up the previous location. Yoongi's knees were damn near on top of the steering wheel.

Instead of responding grumpily, he laughed. "Shorty."

Hoseok: Clubbing

Finally, you and Hoseok reached the front of the club. Star Lounge had recently opened. You loved hitting the scene. Always being in the know. Hosoek your boyfriend was accompanying you. Thinking of your safety, a woman going to the club by herself- wasn't gonna happen on his watch. So he got dressed and met you at the line.

So after waiting nearly forty minutes in line you were rightfully upset when the security guard told you 'no.'

"What do you mean no."

"Read the sign lady." His head nodded to the sign in bold print beside him.

21+ club

"Yeah, I'm older than 21. Look at my ID." You did your best to keep calm. You are used to people thinking you are younger due to your age. Usually, a flick of your driver's license clears everything up.

The security guard was too involved in the other clubgoers to even look at the driver's license you had in your hand.

"If you hand me a fake, I'm putting you on the blacklist." He threatened.

Hoseok stepped in. Taking your license.

"We're not here to cause trouble or to hold up the line. Look at the driver's license. It's real."

With an attitude he looked at your ID. He even brought out the UV light. Flipping the card multiple times, trying to find any signs of fraud. But to be expected he couldn't find any.

"You can go in." He handed you the license, not making any eye contact. But make sure to add something smart to say. Hoseok ushered you in, taking you straight to the bar, to get the night started.

Namjoon: Pictures

You were taking yearly anniversary pictures with your fiancee Namjoon. The theme of the photoshoot was Midnight Kiss, fitting as Namjoon asked you to be his girlfriend on December 31st, mere seconds before the start of the new year. You were wearing a strappy four-inch heel that wrapped up your calf. Your dress was black with a sequence trailing the mesh sides. It cinched in your waist.

Namjoon wore a classic three-piece suit. He was handsome as ever and rocked the new low cut. The photographer was an energetic man who walked you both into placements. Complimenting on how photogenic you both were.

"Would you all like to do cute kiss pose?"

You nodded. Taking Namjoon's hands and placing them on your hips. As the taller individual natural Namjoon craned down to reach your lips. Right before your lips could touch, the photographer spoke up.

"Uh maybe we should find a new pose for Namjoon."

Slightly flustered, you looked to your fiancee. He too also looked confused.

"With the major height difference, Namjoon just looks... awkward."

"Oh-" Namjoon spoke. His slender fingers coming up to cover his mouth. You could see a smile creeping up.

"It just looked painful. Maybe let's try it sitting down." Pulling out a prop from the studio, Namjoon takes a seat first. You sit on his lap.

"Much better." The photographer crouches snapping the pose in different angles and lighting.

"I didn't think I was this short with the heels." You spoke between the kiss.

Namjoon chuckled. "I am six-foot, babe."

Jimin: Awardshow

You were at the Grammy's sitting beside your best friend, who accompanied you as your plus one to the event. The ceremony was dragging, and it was only forty minutes into the evening. The jokes were tiresome and the performances were frankly too loud. Overstimulated wasn't the word.

During one of the commercial breaks, you were getting ready to sneak a snack into your mouth when you heard your name called. Stuffing the snack into your purse, you smiled, turning your head.

Humbly coming up to you it was Jimin from BTS. You were well aware of who the singer was, as you both chatted privately from time to time. This was the first time you too were meeting in person.

"Yn. Hi!" Jimin bowed. He looked ethereal in his suit. His brown was a sandy brown hair. A middle part that looked perfect for him.

"May I hug you?" He spoke lowly taking note of your friend.

"Yes, of course. It's so good to see you." Standing up, you gave Jimin a warm hug, mindlessly rubbing his back. Jimin was glad to experience being in your arms. However, he didn't realize how short you were.

You only had a view moments before it was now time, for the show to continue. You waved Jimin goodbye as he walked back to his seat. It wouldn't be until after the award show that you would catch up with Jimin and his members. He was speaking informally about his encounter.

"I didn't realize how short Y/n was til I met her. She looks taller in her pictures."

Taehyung laughed hearing the retelling. Taehyung watched as you slinked up behind Jimin. In a more comfortable attire for the afterparty.

You wrapped you arm around Jimin's waist. Snuggling up to his side.

"I'm short eh." You feigned attitude.

Jimin looked down. Smiling seeing your face.

"You are it kinda caught me off guard."

"You're lucky my heels were hurting my feet." You laughed.

Taehyung: Sharing Clothes

It was a lazy Sunday at your apartment. Taehyung, your boyfriend was crashing at your place for the weekend. You all had an eventful day exploring new sites in the city. You all went rock climbing, ate lunch, and binged the newest season of Love is Blind.

Now you stood in the kitchen blending a fruit smoothie for yourself and Tae. The summer heat was seeping into your house, getting to the point where you had to take off your pants.

Taehyung just waking up stepped out from the corner. His wispy strands slightly sticking up on top of his head.

"Morning sleepy head." You greeted.

"Morning." Taehyung responded. He sat at the kitchen island. He sipped on the smoothie. Loving the pineapple and strawberry combination.

"Thank you."

"No problem baby." You smiled. You walked by Taehyung going to sit on the couch. Starting back up the season of Love is Blind you left off on last night. Taehyung followed your body as you propped your feet up.

"Yn?"

"Yeah?" You paused wanting to hear the conversation on the tv. Taehyung walked out the corner of your eye standing in front of you. He looked you up and down.

"Are you wearing pants?"

"Yeah." You pulled down the basketball shorts.

"I thought you were naked underneath."

"You sound disappointed." You teased back. Raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Mmm maybe." He spun back around sipping on his homemade smoothie.

Jungkook: High Shelf

The summer heat was nothing to mess with. It was increasing in temperature each passing summer. Jungkook's skin was slightly pink as he slid open the screen door from the backyard. He had a couple of friends over, and they were sitting outside sipping lemonade in the shade, doing everything in their power to avoid the scorching heat.

" Don't tell that story Jaehyun." Jungkook closed the door behind him.

Jungkook's heart nearly dropped watching you climb up in the chair. With wobbly knees you stood up on the chair.

Sturding the chair, Jungkook whisper scolded you.

"Jungkook. You scared me!" You placed a hand over your heart. "Don't come up behind me like that."

"You scared me stepping up on this chair. What are you trying to reach anyway?"

"I'm tryna reach some seasonings at the top of the cabinet." Jungkook motioned for you to step down off the chair. He slid it out of his way, stepping on his tiptoes to reach up and get the spices you pointed out for him.

"Just tell me next time okay." He lifted the chair placing it back. You laughed watching him slip back outside to converse with his friends.

[scoops-aboy86]

well in that case,,, ♠️♥️

had a lovely idea of Eddie working at a diner and sort of getting pressured into eating what the customers send back; initially started as Eddie just asking to keep the food and since the staff see how skinny he is they're like grandma's always trying to feed their grandkids. This unintentionally becomes the norm and since he's a little shy in telling the grannies no thank you, he keeps going along with it. Unfortunately for him Steve, Tommy, and the one redhead girl tend to come in and be shitheads and they somehow always find “something wrong” with their food which ends in them basically getting a free meal. His loose apron grows tighter and tighter, belly spilling out the sides throughout the months and poor boy is always a little nauseous from pounding it back in between shifts. What's worse is the fact that nearly all the weight clung to his stomach meaning it's on full display even with the apron covering him and Tommy Hagan never let's him forget just how much he’s “porked up”. 🐷

I feel like you were thinking this would be set during high school, but I started writing and that’s not what ended up coming out. (That would be so much fun too, I’m just not in the headspace for writing mean girl era Steve at the moment.)

When I put this on ao3 the title is going to be “Kitchen Pig,” in honor of Tommy being an asshat and calling Eddie a garbage disposal.

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It’s a quiet day at the diner but it’s already been a long shift, and Eddie is full. Just the right combination of patrons have come through so far—grannies missing their grandkids because their children got the hell out of Hawkins at first opportunity like sensible people and little old ladies who never had kids but have all this grandmotherly energy with no other outlet, mostly. They come in for the early bird specials and stay to dote on him, ordering extras and giving it to him because “you look dead on your feet, honey” or “you’re just so skinny!”

Which was fine a few pant sizes ago, but now that he's decidedly not skinny anymore it’s become routine. Just like it’s routine for Eddie to go along with it, because the handful of times he’s tried the combination of guilt and lightheadedness as his body tried to run on sensible portions of healthy things eaten at reasonable intervals had trained him not to bother resisting. Maintaining his former beanpole appearance isn’t more important than a paycheck, or not tripping over his own feet and whacking his head on something on the way down. (Only happened once, and he’d come out of his daze already sucking down the sugary soda and plowing through pieces of buttered toast that his own boss had foisted on him. Resistance, apparently, is futile.) 

He’s gotten to where eating is the only thing that keeps his mood steady while dealing with the roller coaster that is the service industry, and his only regret when he sees the couple that just came in is that he’s too full already to scarf down the slice of cake that Ethel Butler had ordered but barely touched, too preoccupied with showing Eddie the pictures her daughter-in-law had sent of the new baby. 

With a sigh, Eddie makes the extra effort to adjust himself, tries to get his shirt tucked into his pants without unsettling the apron that passes as a uniform. Tommy fucking Hagan is always ten times more likely to give him shit if it rides up; Carol Perkins, that gum-snapping bitch, always pretends to make sex moans while eating whenever Eddie passes, regardless of how he looks. All damn summer while they’re home from college. 

See? Routine. 

What’s not routine is that Steve Harrington is with them. 

And look, Eddie gets it. He and Steve are friends, but Steve had known Tommy and Carol since kindergarten. The three had split, and rightly so, back in ‘83 because the latter two were miserable assholes. Eddie would argue that that hasn’t changed, based on all his encounters with them any time they’re around. He hasn’t made this argument to Steve only because Steve is so optimistic about his former best friends growing into better versions of themselves now that they’ve seen more of the world, maybe had some sense finally knocked into them the way he had. It’s a nice thought. Eddie would love it if that were the case, because it would make Steve happy and he… likes Steve a lot. A normal amount! Because they’re very good friends. 

People who choose Hawkins, though, all seem to have something in common, even if Tommy and Carol come by it in a much different way than the old ladies. 

“Oh waiter,” Tommy calls out a few minutes after Eddie has brought the trio their orders. Like fucking clockwork. He doesn’t even listen to what the imaginary problem is, he’s heard it all by now: found a hair, food’s undercooked, food’s overcooked, too slimy, too dry, not enough salt, tastes like licking a salt-lick. What-fucking-ever. 

“I’ll get you something else,” Eddie says blandly, not looking at Steve as he takes the plate and turns to head for the kitchen. 

“Yeah yeah, as long as I’m not charged for this shit.” Tommy waves him off with a smirk, waiting until Eddie is half turned away before he adds, “Enjoy the extra snack, lardass.”

Carol giggles. “Do you think he’ll wait until he’s in the kitchen again, or is he finally fat enough he’ll just unhinge his jaw right here?”

Eddie freezes. Waits for Steve to say… anything, really. But when he glances back, Steve’s face is bright red, his lips pressed together so tight they’ve gone pale and a pained, uncertain look on his handsome face. 

It stings. And later Eddie can blame that hurt on what he turns back and does next, because he’s a big boy in  more than one sense; he can take what they throw at him because he’s been putting up with bullies his entire life. But right now he wants to look Steve square in the eyes and say Look, this is what they do. This is what you want to reconnect with. You’re really going to stay quiet?

“Hey Frankie,” Eddie calls over his shoulder, not quite breaking eye contact with the table. “Redo the entire order for table seven, okay? I gotta take my fifteen.”

His boss, who usually only allows ten minute breaks but knows all about these assholes and wouldn’t stand between Eddie and taking them down a peg or two, hollers back an affirmative while Eddie unties his apron. 

“Ooh, whatcha gonna do, Freak?” Tommy taunts. “Challenge me to a fight in the parking lot? You’re so out of shape, I bet even Steve here could take you. Hell, even Carol, couldn’t you baby?”

“He’d probably get winded just walking there,” she scoffs, but there’s a wary look in her eye that only intensifies when Eddie steps closer to the table. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Tommy asks, at the same moment Eddie says, “Scoot over, Harrington, I’m coming in.”

“Steve, don’t—”

But Steve is already shifting, ignoring Tommy, watching Eddie with big eyes that he can practically see the reflection of his own crazy-edged grin in. It’s one the kids in Hellfire know well from the punishing twists to his campaigns, and Steve knows from hanging out together ever since Spring Break last year. The one that did a lot of the heavy lifting to earn him the name Freak in the first place, all the way back in middle school when his head was still shaved. 

“Since I’m on my break now,” Eddie says with forced brightness, grin still in place, and setting Tommy’s rejected plate down in front of himself. Glances over and steals Steve’s fork and knife right out of his hands to dig into a big plate of huevos rancheros. “Oh damn,” Eddie comments with his mouth full, “you really don’t know your food, do you? Nothing wrong with this at all. That’s because Frankie knows his shit.”

There’s a distant clang from the kitchen and a muffled, “Damn right!”

“Mm—too bad you have zero taste.” Eddie levels a look at Tommy and Carol, sitting stiffly on the other side of the booth, looking as though a deer in the headlights had suddenly taken off its hoves, wiggled its fingers, and climbed into their car to hitch a ride. To his side, he can feel Steve’s warm presence and wishes it were a reassurance, rather than a possible liability. He doesn’t think the guy will push him out on his ass, but if these are the kind of jokers Steve wants to associate with? It never hurts to be prepared. 

So, Eddie stays alert as he can while he tucks into his impromptu meal. This isn’t one of his go-to entrees but it’s good, filling his mouth with rich, heavy flavors and lighting him up with the joy of savory food after a morning of nibbling on sugar-drenched waffles and pancakes. He takes a page out of Carol’s book, moaning through a full mouthful and hopefully ruining the taunt for her. Makes direct eye contact and does it again, dropping his table knife to place a soothing hand on his tightening belly. 

And it is tight, because he’d already been full. But Eddie Munson is not a runner these days; he’ll see this challenge through to the end. The stretch kind of feels good, after all the unintentional practice, and he knows he hasn’t hit his limit yet despite the discomfort. 

So he smirks in victory at the disgusted face Carol makes and takes bigger bites. The beans and salsa and egg, the tortillas that sop up all the favors, it all goes down surprisingly easy. If some of it drips onto his shirt, so what? Apron’ll cover that up. Uncaring, he spreads his legs (bumping up as against Steve’s warm thigh on one side) to give himself more room to expand, stealing Steve’s glass and taking several big gulps of Coke to wash down the last bites of Tommy’s food. 

“Aw yeah, hit the spot,” Eddie sighs once he’s scraped the plate as clean as possible with just a fork. He pats his belly with feeling, a few audible slaps, and it wobbles where it muffins out over the top of his pants, shirt already half untucked below the table despite his efforts earlier. 

Carol’s nose is still scrunched up and he hopes it sticks that way. “Well I’ve lost my appetite,” she announces, giving her own plate a dainty little push away. “I’m surprised this place even manages to stay open with you around, eating the customers’ food like a pig.”

Sensing another challenge, Eddie leans forward as if to investigate the food she’s rejecting. He already knows it’s tomato soup and grilled cheese, still hot from the kitchen, and he can feel his mouth watering in spite of himself. 

“Only the food they don’t want,” he replies easily, reaching forward and snagging it for himself. The bowl rattles on top of the plate as he drags it closer, ignoring the spoon still untouched on Carol’s napkin to go straight for dipping the sandwich in the soup and taking a big, dripping first bite. If he lets out a little moan again, no one has to know it’s for real. “People can be fickle, y’know,” he adds through a full mouth. “One minute they want what they ordered and the next they ditch it like miserable assholes. Not like that’s my fault, right? Or the food’s.” He swallows, takes the opportunity to glare and say more clearly, “You not liking something doesn’t mean it goes in the trash and rots. Who made you judge, jury, and executioner, huh?”

Steve stiffens beside him, and Eddie feels the sudden loss of him moving his leg away. And fine, yeah, he’d made a pact with Robin not to air how much they feel Tommy and Carol both suck and definitely don’t deserve Steve’s attempt to mend old bridges. Fuck it, though. If Steve won’t defend him then he’s on his own, right? The door swings both ways. Eddie didn’t start this. 

The tableau is interrupted by Frankie bringing out the three re-made plates himself, raising an exasperated eyebrow at Eddie. Naturally, Eddie responds by shrugging and then taking a large bite of soup-dunked grilled cheese. 

“Sir,” Carol says in an overly honeyed tone, “I’d like to make a formal complaint about our waiter. He’s—” she waves a hand in Eddie’s direction “—sitting at our table and eating our food.”

“Yeah,” Frankie grunts, just as exasperated as before regardless of the target. “And you kids always pull this one way’r another any time you come in. At least someone’s eatin’ it.” 

“We’re not kids,” Tommy says impatiently. “We’re in college.” (Again, Eddie feels Steve flinch slightly at his side, because only two of the people at this table are college students.) “Is this really how you treat paying customers?”

“You ain’t paid yet,” Frankie retorts with finality. He thunks the new plates down on the table and shuffles back to behind the counter, grumbling under his breath. Hard to make out what, but Eddie can guess it’s the one about spoiled brats with nothing to do but spend mommy and daddy’s money, that’s a pretty common one.

A moment later he returns to toss some to-go containers down too, along with the check, silently dropping the gauntlet. Because sure, it’s a quiet day, but this is the only diner in Hawkins ever since Benny’s closed. Frankie isn’t hurting for customers and doesn’t give a shit about being rude to a couple college students, having even fewer customer service bones in his body than his currently off-duty employee. 

Eddie shoots Tommy a baleful grin across the table and takes another big bite of Carol’s abandoned lunch. Grilled cheese has always been a favorite of his, crunchy and gooey at the same time and perfectly accentuated by the tanginess of the tomato soup; he’s quite enjoying it, despite the tension. 

“Fuck this,” Tommy snaps, and starts to stand—when Steve finally makes a move, reaching across the table and closing one hand around Tommy’s forearm. 

“Tommy,” Steve says, and he sounds weary. “You should pay for your food. I’ll cover mine, but don’t dine and dash, man.”

The look on Tommy’s face is one part surprise, two parts petulant. “The fuck, Steve? We didn’t even eat anything, this garbage disposal did.” And he glares at Eddie like this is all his fault, as though he hadn’t started it. Eddie finishes the last of the first half of the sandwich in one huge bite to keep from hissing at him like a feral cat. 

“You asked for new food and they made it,” Steve replies flatly. “Come on.”

Eddie opens his mouth to say something sarcastic about leaving a tip for prompt service, but catches Steve’s warning look out of the corner of his eye and thinks better of it. 

Because Steve is a good guy, he helps box up their food. But he leaves his own two BLTs where they are and doesn’t go to follow them when they scoot out of their side of the booth, not even when they stand around awkwardly for a moment waiting for him to, what? Kick Eddie off the edge of the bench?

Probably. 

Instead, Steve stares Tommy down until even he gets a scowl. “You know what, Harrington? Fuck you. You think you’re so much better than us, because you stayed in this shithole and now everyone thinks you’re some sort of hero for helping rebuild it after the earthquake. Fine! It’s all yours. Hope you enjoy the smell of pig shit.” He shoots Eddie one more parting sneer. “Take that one to the county fair and you’ll probably even win a prize.”

They leave the diner, and Eddie turns to Steve to say… he’s not even sure what, some combination of good riddance and sorry for how much you got caught in the crossfire there man, probably. He’s already forgiven Steve for not speaking up, never able to hold anything against him for long. Doing so probably would have just made even more of a scene, anyway. 

But before he even can, Steve nods to the second half of the grilled cheese and says, “You should finish that.” And when Eddie just blinks at him, he points helpfully to the remaining grilled cheese and soup. “Don’t waste food, Eds.”

Which spins him a little because… is Steve mad at him? He doesn’t seem mad, but he can be good at hiding it sometimes and Eddie can’t tell. And if he’s not mad, then what is this?

“Come on, I know grilled cheese is your favorite.”

Slowly, Eddie brings the other half of the sandwich up to his mouth. He takes a big bite, out of habit. Chews and swallows. The food lands warm and heavy in his stomach, comforting even though he’s still uncertain. Steve watches the whole time, looking calm and collected and not at all like his childhood best friend just told him to go fuck himself. 

When he finishes that, Steve reaches for the plate with the extra BLT and moves it in front of Eddie. “Think you can fit a little more?”

Frankie’s BLTs aren’t what Eddie would call little. Without squishing it down, he actually might have to unhinge his jaw to get a full bite, and he’s eaten so much today already. But then Steve’s thigh bumps against his again, and Steve leans against his side just a little, and there’s a hand… Steve’s hand, slipping palm down between his belly and where it rests on his lap. 

“Um,” Eddie says stupidly. 

“I thought they would’ve grown up more,” Steve says quietly. “But then we got here, and they started saying shit to you… I'm not sorry for giving it a shot, but I’m sorry they’re such assholes. I should’ve at least made us go somewhere else so you didn’t get caught up in it. Thanks for what you said, about… about being fickle and ditching stuff. You’re a good guy, Eddie.”

“I try,” he replies, very much trying to not pop the world’s most inappropriately timed boner. Because even though his pants are cutting into his middle and his shirt has ridden a good inch or two all the way around and that means Steve is touching his bare skin right now, Eddie feels strangely comfortable. He’s off of his tired feet after a long shift, he’s so full that he aches a little, and the guy he—his best friend is close and warm, anchoring him so firmly in his body and the present moment that he feels everything. It’s overwhelming, but so good. 

“And the other reason we should’ve gone somewhere else,” Steve continues, his voice dropped to a smooth murmur now that makes Eddie shiver, “is because I didn’t realize how early you started today.”

Eddie swallows hard, barely processing the words. That tone is making his boner situation worse, and Steve, who is moving his hand in slow, aimless circles along his thigh, could notice it any minute now. He doesn’t want to have to explain it, but feels a hopeless little thrill at the prospect of trying. “My, uh. My shift’s almost over.”

“I can tell. Wanna know how?”

Does he? “Yeah…”

Three things happen in quick succession, bam bam bam. Steve’s breath hits his ear; his hand slides to where Eddie is very obviously chubbed up in his increasingly tight jeans; and Steve whispers, “You move differently when you’re full.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie breathes, eyes fluttering shut. “Are you—Is this happening?”

An hour ago he’d been looking at baby pictures with a new grandma, and now Steve Harrington is feeling him up at work. 

Steve gives him a little squeeze that makes Eddie want to turn inside out, it feels so good. His blood is pounding in his ears and dick and stomach. “Yeah. Why, have I been running through your dreams?”

That is such a line, Eddie almost says, but apparently lines work with him when it’s Steve saying them. Instead, he nods. 

“Makes more sense than the other way around, doesn’t it?” he manages, hand patting his own belly again as though anyone looking at him could possibly miss what he means. 

“You’ve been in my dreams plenty,” Steve replies, making Eddie shiver again. “But yeah, you don’t do a lot of running in them. So… here’s an idea.” He takes a breath, the first suggestion of nerves Eddie has noticed so far. “If you still have room, I’ll take the rest of this to go and wait for you in my car. Your van’s still in the shop, right?”

Now Steve’s hand is rubbing again, a slow grinding up-down-up-down of his palm through denim that feels so exquisite it’s otherworldly. Eddie is fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. “Y-yeah…”

“Good. Call your uncle, tell him you don’t need a ride home. I’ll take all this and pull around back and wait for you… Do you have anything else set aside in the kitchen?”

For a second, part of Eddie thinks, Steve knows about that?! But that’s stupid, because he’s laughed about it with all his friends, the way the little old ladies fuss over him and insist he eat while he works—like they didn’t get the memo about the whole cultist, wanted murderer thing, or maybe don’t recognize him from the wanted posters. (He does wear less black and puts his hair up at work, after all.) Laughed about it more as he started to look plumper, went from overfed to overweight. 

What was it Steve had told him once? That… That he shouldn’t worry about it, because he wears it well. Jesus, if Eddie had known he meant it like this—

“Slice of cake,” he whispers, the only way he can stop it coming out as a moan. God, he’s so full and bloated, belly on display in a shirt that might never fit him again, but he wants that cake now. Wants to shove it in his face while Steve keeps touching him, never stop if that’s what it takes to keep his attention. “Ch-chocolate cake that Ethel didn’t eat.”

“Good. Bring that when you clock out,” Steve tells him. “And anything else you want. Maybe a few sodas? Since you sucked down half of mine like it was nothing.”

Eddie’s eyes fly to Steve’s face, but he doesn’t look annoyed. He looks kind of smug, but mostly… hungry. It sends sparks through Eddie’s entire body, that goddamn Harrington charm. 

“I want to see what you look like filled all the way up, big boy.”

The end of Eddie’s shift can’t come soon enough. He’s never moved so fast while already feeling this stuffed before, and Steve’s bright laughter follows him through snatching up all the cash on the table and booking it through the kitchen's swinging door, apron forgotten at the booth.

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[heartrender6]

My rendition of the 5 golden ticket kids from Willy Wonka

(nerdy explanation of details and process below the cut)

Augustus Gloop: my poor child gets ragged on so much by those stupid fucking oompa loompas when he really didn't do anything that bad. You'll notice that he's holding a caramel apple in one hand and a lollipop that looks kinda like a snake in the other. This is, of course, a biblical reference. Augustus committed the first "sin" by drinking out of the river, therefore he is Eve From The Bible. I didn't wanna incorporate being sucked into an industrial tube into a character design. Also I made him cute and silly because fat =/= evil.

Violet Beauregard: This was kind of tough because all the other kids have a very clear fundamental flaw whereas violet just... chews a lot of gum. Her hair is supposed to look like a blueberry, a clear reference to her turning into one after chewing the forbidden gum. The dress is a cute bubblegum pink (self explanatory). I'm convinced Violet had an iron deficiency because no other kind of person is just obsessed with chewing. Thus her outfit is a little overstimulating and has maybe too many patterns, like the void in her nutrition that she tries to fill with gum. (she's also dressed like that because she's, you know, a child.)

Veruca Salt: In the book, Veruca presumably gets mauled to death by squirrels (god forbid a woman be assertive in the workplace), so I gave her design a squirrel-y appearance. the swoop of hair is like a little squirrel tail and she has a bit of a chipmonk-y face. Is the velvet-cardigan-brown fur boot-lace combo kind of hideous? of course. It represents overindulgence. wearing velvet with a sweater on top, fur boots, and a gigantic velvet bow is a very heavy and sweaty outfit choice. this shows how Veruca' father enabling her consumerism piles on top of her and weighs her down.

Mike TV: a neglected child immerses himself in the hollywood dream as an escape from his broken home and pays the ultimate price: being shrunken, reduced to the size of a TV box, and then stretched impossibly thin. That's why he has the little tassels, to symbolize the taffy from the pulling machine that turns substance into bite-sized entertainment. I went back and forth between making him obsessed with space, cowboys, or the military, but in the end I landed on cowboys to fully complete that national anthem lana del rey american dream aesthetic. also there's little tvs and stars on his bandana.

Charlie Bucket: His sweater is too big and his pants and shoes are too small, a representation of his family's poverty. He's tiny and he's cold because he's malnourished. the sweater-scarf combo is meant to be the shape of a bottle, representing the fizzy lifting drinks Charlie steals. The scarf is wrapped around charlie's mouth, suffocating him a little, representing the virtuous charlie's struggle with temptation. he's also just a little chilly.

[mariacallous]

On a stifling April afternoon in Ajmer, in the Indian state of Rajasthan, local politician Shakti Singh Rathore sat down in front of a greenscreen to shoot a short video. He looked nervous. It was his first time being cloned.

Wearing a crisp white shirt and a ceremonial saffron scarf bearing a lotus flower—the logo of the BJP, the country’s ruling party—Rathore pressed his palms together and greeted his audience in Hindi. “Namashkar,” he began. “To all my brothers—”

Before he could continue, the director of the shoot walked into the frame. Divyendra Singh Jadoun, a 31-year-old with a bald head and a thick black beard, told Rathore he was moving around too much on camera. Jadoun was trying to capture enough audio and video data to build an AI deepfake of Rathore that would convince 300,000 potential voters around Ajmer that they’d had a personalized conversation with him—but excess movement would break the algorithm. Jadoun told his subject to look straight into the camera and move only his lips. “Start again,” he said.

Right now, the world’s largest democracy is going to the polls. Close to a billion Indians are eligible to vote as part of the country’s general election, and deepfakes could play a decisive, and potentially divisive, role. India’s political parties have exploited AI to warp reality through cheap audio fakes, propaganda images, and AI parodies. But while the global discourse on deepfakes often focuses on misinformation, disinformation, and other societal harms, many Indian politicians are using the technology for a different purpose: voter outreach.

Across the ideological spectrum, they’re relying on AI to help them navigate the nation’s 22 official languages and thousands of regional dialects, and to deliver personalized messages in farther-flung communities. While the US recently made it illegal to use AI-generated voices for unsolicited calls, in India sanctioned deepfakes have become a $60 million business opportunity. More than 50 million AI-generated voice clone calls were made in the two months leading up to the start of the elections in April—and millions more will be made during voting, one of the country’s largest business messaging operators told WIRED.

Jadoun is the poster boy of this burgeoning industry. His firm, Polymath Synthetic Media Solutions, is one of many deepfake service providers from across India that have emerged to cater to the political class. This election season, Jadoun has delivered five AI campaigns so far, for which his company has been paid a total of $55,000. (He charges significantly less than the big political consultants—125,000 rupees [$1,500] to make a digital avatar, and 60,000 rupees [$720] for an audio clone.) He’s made deepfakes for Prem Singh Tamang, the chief minister of the Himalayan state of Sikkim, and resurrected Y. S. Rajasekhara Reddy, an iconic politician who died in a helicopter crash in 2009, to endorse his son Y. S. Jagan Mohan Reddy, currently chief minister of the state of Andhra Pradesh. Jadoun has also created AI-generated propaganda songs for several politicians, including Tamang, a local candidate for parliament, and the chief minister of the western state of Maharashtra. “He is our pride,” ran one song in Hindi about a local politician in Ajmer, with male and female voices set to a peppy tune. “He’s always been impartial.”

While Rathore isn’t up for election this year, he’s one of more than 18 million BJP volunteers tasked with ensuring that the government of Prime Minister Narendra Modi maintains its hold on power. In the past, that would have meant spending months crisscrossing Rajasthan, a desert state roughly the size of Italy, to speak with voters individually, reminding them of how they have benefited from various BJP social programs—pensions, free tanks for cooking gas, cash payments for pregnant women. But with the help of Jadoun’s deepfakes, Rathore’s job has gotten a lot easier.

He’ll spend 15 minutes here talking to the camera about some of the key election issues, while Jadoun prompts him with questions. But it doesn’t really matter what he says. All Jadoun needs is Rathore’s voice. Once that’s done, Jadoun will use the data to generate videos and calls that will go directly to voters’ phones. In lieu of a knock at their door or a quick handshake at a rally, they’ll see or hear Rathore address them by name and talk with eerie specificity about the issues that matter most to them and ask them to vote for the BJP. If they ask questions, the AI should respond—in a clear and calm voice that’s almost better than the real Rathore’s rapid drawl. Less tech-savvy voters may not even realize they’ve been talking to a machine. Even Rathore admits he doesn’t know much about AI. But he understands psychology. “Such calls can help with swing voters.”

[nickeverdeen]

Hii! Im requesting a matchup for Arcane and TLOU, only women please <3

My pronouns are she/her, I am Caribbean-American and have brown skin, my hair is naturally really really dark brown but I have reddish brown braids rn. When my hair is straightened (I’ve only straightened it once recently, I don’t like doing it cuz of heat), its like past my shoulders a bit in length. My eyes are really really dark brown as well.

I am 5’4 and on the curvier side, my thighs are on the bigger side with some muscle (I played soccer and danced all while I was younger), my stomach is on the flatter side but not completely flat and I’m a size 36D.

Its hard to explain my style but its like a mix of stockholm style, downtown girl, but also pretty simple and minimal. I like lace tops, dark colored jeans, colorful scarfs, linen pants, soft hoodies, low cut tops (I like showing the girls off every now and then :p). I’m a gold jewelry girl but love silver in shoes, clothing, and my bag.

I unfortunately have one of the worst resting faces. Sometimes I look sad (when I’m nott), sometimes I look upset/mad, and sometimes I just have a blank stare. I’ve been told many times from friends and family that they can’t tell what I’m thinking. In reality I have a very silly personality, I like making jokes and being sarcastic here and there but I think this part of me only comes out when I’m comfortable and close with the other person. In general I’m introverted but will usually be the first to start the conversation with another introvert. I’m pretty shy and have never really been approached or approached anyone in a sober setting. I’ve been compared to being most like a bunny or a cat in that sense.

I’m reserved but at the same time love going out with friends. Recently I was working in a group project and when I was in a group project last year, I naturally take on a leader role where I make sure ever is ok but I’m also a bit bossy bc I like getting work done. I admit I can be mean at times but I’m quick to apologize in a group setting. I can get quite annoyed easily but I never let it show unless I want it known I’m annoyed. I’m a big sister. My mbti is INTP.

Interests wise…I loveee the beach. Especially the beaches in California (I don’t live here, visited a few years ago) and the Caribbean for the clearer water. I love cats, my favorite domesticated animal. My favorite animal in general are penguins <3. I like music sm you will almost never find me without my airpods or headphones. I go to concerts as often as I can. I like anime, not into kpop in terms of the industry happenings but love the music. My career interest rn is data analysis and I actually did a data analysis on my Spotify. I listen mostly to dance pop, bedroom pop/indie, kpop, rap, grunge, and a lot more other genres.

I don’t like people with toooo much energy. I love my extroverts but they know when to be chill and serious. I don’t have a preference on whether my partner would be introvert or extrovert. I love someone that can catch my sarcasm and my jokes. I like it when ppl are honest and upfront with me, I don’t like dancing around topics. I am confrontational only when I notice something is seriously wrong in the other person. There are times or days even where I just need to be alone but I still like being checked on. My love language is definitely acts of service and quality time.

Your Arcane match is…

Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn would be drawn to your reserved nature and would make it her personal mission to draw out your more playful side, finding every subtle smile or laugh you give absolutely enchanting

With your love of the beach, Caitlyn would plan a surprise trip to a lakeside spot near Piltover

The day would include a private picnic, quiet moments by the water, and, of course, an excuse for her to see you more relaxed and in your element

She’d be fascinated by your music taste, letting you introduce her to K-pop, indie, and grunge while she shares her own favorite classical or jazz pieces

She’d even bring you records from Piltover’s best music shops as little surprises

Caitlyn’s calm and observant demeanor would perfectly balance your preference for chill energy

She’d know when to give you space and would always be there to listen when you’re ready to talk

Caitlyn would be captivated by your mix of Stockholm style and simplicity, admiring your looks every time you dress up

She’d subtly hint at how stunning you look in lace and dark colors

She’d notice your love of gold jewelry and even gift you a bracelet or necklace that complements her own minimalistic style

Caitlyn’s sharp detective skills would help her interpret your resting face, making her one of the few people who can tell if you’re actually upset or just neutral

She’d pride herself on “reading” you correctly

Knowing you appreciate quality time and occasional alone time, Caitlyn would be the type to quietly sit with you while you work or read, respecting your need for space but keeping you company all the same

She’d match your sarcasm and dry humor easily, delivering sly comments right back at you

Together, you’d share a playful, teasing dynamic that brings out both your clever sides

Caitlyn would respect your natural tendency to take the lead, and in group settings, she’d subtly back you up or help you stay organized

Your TLOU match is…

Dina

Dina would understand your introverted side, loving quiet days in where you can both relax

She’d be the type to hang out at your place, listening to music or binging shows, while you both recharge

Dina would check in on you regularly without being too intrusive

She’d be aware of when you need your alone time and would respect that, but she’d leave little notes or send you a quick message, so you know she’s there

Dina’s wit and sense of humor would match yours perfectly

She’d find your sarcasm adorable and would keep the jokes going, bringing out your sillier side in the best way

As someone who’s been through intense situations, Dina would understand your reserved nature and be patient with you

Her empathy would make her both gentle and direct, knowing exactly how to approach tough subjects with honesty

Dina would take on a slightly protective role, understanding that you sometimes feel reserved around others

She’d casually keep an eye out for you in social settings, making sure you feel comfortable

She’d absolutely love your Stockholm/downtown girl aesthetic and would compliment you endlessly

Occasionally, she’d borrow one of your hoodies or scarves, adding a hint of her own rugged, effortless style to your closet

With your shared love for animals, she’d be over the moon to volunteer with you at the shelter or spend lazy days with your cats, adoring every moment of caring for animals together

Dina is straightforward, but she’d appreciate your approach to confrontation

You’d both have deep, honest conversations about anything on your minds, knowing that open communication is your foundation

She’d tease you gently about your “serious” resting face, finding it cute that you can look so intimidating while being such a warm person

You’d both laugh about how people misread you

Dina would pick up on your love language quickly, leaving little notes, cooking a simple meal for you, or organizing small surprises

[v-vina]

How Would AOT Characters Respond to Crying Children?

Eren

-You can't tell me s4 Eren isn't the reason this kid is crying

-But s1-3 Eren would honestly try to calm that child down by doing that sibling manipulation thing

-Like: "If you stop crying I'll give you this... rock!"

-Freedom would be his go to story

-He would also tell this kid that if they don't stop crying, the Titan would come eat them 💀

Mikasa

-Wouldn't care at all

-If Eren tried to comfort the kid though, she would also try to help 

-She would wrap the scarf around the kid and just stare

-If that kid got snot on her precious scarf, she's beat their ass

Armin

-Soft boi might even start crying too 😭

-Tells the kid about adventures he read in books (and industrial strength toasters)

-If the kid doesn't stop crying he would try to hug the kid

-No kid would be able to resist the warmth of this beautiful cinnamon roll 

Levi

-Would just ignore the kid

-If they kept crying, he would pull the classic dad line and say, "Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about."

-Menacing stare. Tbh, the kid would just get creeped out.

Erwin 

-Would lecture the kid about how crying is the unnecessary sacrifice of water

-He would probably even try to recruit the kid while he's at it

-The comparison of the kid and Erwin in size would just make the kid cry even more 

Hange

-The mom would immediately pull the kid away because of how close Hange would get 

-Hange is already thinking of  using crying children as experiments on her titans

-There is no room for calming the child down. There is only room for science 🙃

Sasha 

-She would feed the kid

-Bribing the child would also be her strong suit

-She is actually surprisingly good with kids and is able to calm the kid down

-But probably only because of the food 💀

Connie

-He would make funny faces to make the child laugh

-If that didn't work he would try hurting himself

-He would trip, run into things, and literally hurt himself to make the child laugh

-If the kid starts laughing, this little bean would laugh with him :)

Jean

-Would be so indifferent to the situation, it's almost funny

-He could care less about the kids feelings 

-Only if Mikasa was around would he try to stop the kid from crying

-He would fail so badly though

-He is a rage quitter 

Reiner

-Somehow triggered by the crying

- s4 Reiner would get deeply personal with this kid

-They would come out more traumatized than before

-Reiner would also start crying with the kid too

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[fabmeca]

"Flaunt Your Ethnic Elegance with Online Designer Sharara Suits: A Must-Have Addition to Your Wardrobe!" Fabme.ca

In recent years, the online fashion industry has revolutionized the way people shop for clothes. Gone are the days when one had to visit multiple stores to find the perfect outfit for a special occasion. Today, the internet has made it possible for people to browse through a vast collection of designer clothes and order them from the comfort of their homes. Among the many popular ethnic wear options available online, designer sharara suits have gained a lot of popularity in recent years.

A sharara suit is a traditional Indian outfit that consists of a long top or kurti, a flared pant, and a dupatta or scarf. This outfit has its roots in the Mughal era and has been popularized by Bollywood celebrities over the years. A designer sharara suit, as the name suggests, is a more elaborate version of the traditional outfit that has been designed by a fashion designer. These suits feature intricate embroidery, embellishments, and unique cuts that make them stand out from regular sharara suits.

Online designer sharara suits offer several benefits to customers. Firstly, they provide access to a wide range of designer suits from across the country. One can browse through the collections of top designers from different regions of India and select a suit that suits their taste and style. Online shopping also eliminates the need to travel to different cities to purchase a designer suit. Customers can place an order online and have the outfit delivered to their doorstep.

Secondly, online shopping allows customers to compare prices and designs from different designers. This makes it easier to find a suit that fits one's budget while also ensuring that the quality and design are up to par. Many online stores also offer discounts and deals that make designer sharara suits more affordable for customers.

Another advantage of online designer sharara suits is the convenience factor. Customers can browse through collections and place orders at any time of the day or night, without having to worry about store timings. Many online stores also have customer support services that can assist customers with any queries they may have about sizing, fitting, or design.

One of the biggest concerns that customers may have when ordering designer clothes online is the authenticity of the product. However, many online stores have measures in place to ensure that customers receive genuine designer suits. They may have partnerships with designers or authorized distributors, or they may provide certificates of authenticity with the products.

When ordering a designer sharara suit online, it is important to keep a few things in mind. Firstly, it is crucial to check the sizing chart provided by the store to ensure that the outfit fits well. Most online stores have a detailed sizing chart that can help customers select the right size. Additionally, it is important to read customer reviews and ratings before making a purchase. This can give customers an idea of the quality of the product and the customer service provided by the store.

In conclusion, online designer sharara suits offer several benefits to customers, including access to a wide range of designer suits, the convenience of online shopping, and competitive pricing. While ordering online, it is important to ensure that the product is genuine and that the sizing is accurate. With these factors in mind, customers can enjoy the experience of shopping for a designer sharara suit online and adding a touch of elegance and sophistication to their ethnic wardrobe.

[vnnmr]

Ocean Vuong, "Amazon History of a Former Nail Salon Worker" [POEM]

Mar.

Advil (ibuprofen), 4 pack

Sally Hansen Pink Nail Polish, 6 pack

Clorox Bleach, industrial size

Diane hair pins, 4 pack

Seafoam handheld mirror

“I Love New York” T-shirt, white, small

Apr.

Nongshim Ramen Noodle Bowl, 24 pack

Cotton Balls, 100 count

“Thank You For Your Loyalty” cards, 30 count

Toluene POR-15 40404 Solvent, 1 quart

UV LED Nail Lamp

Cuticle Oil, value pack

Clear Acrylic Nail Tips, 500 count

May

Advil (ibuprofen), 4 pack

Vicks VapoRub, twin pack

Portable Electric Nail Drill

Salonpas Heat-Activated muscle patch, 40 count

Lipstick, “Night Out Red”

Little Debbie Chocolate Zebra Cakes, 4 boxes

Jun.

Large faux-clay planter pots, value set

Carnation Condensed Milk, 6 pack

Clear Nail Art Acrylic Liquid Powder Dish Bowl, 2 pcs

Birthday Card—Son—Pop-up Mother and Son effect

Nike Elite Basketball Shorts, men’s small

Jul.

Saviland Holographic Gold Nail Powder, 6 colors

Nescafé Taster’s Choice Instant Coffee

Advil (ibuprofen), 4 pack

PIXNOR Pedicure Double-Sided Callus Remover

Bengay Medicated Cream, 3 pack

Aug.

Newchic Ochre Summer Dress Floral Print, sz 6

Wrigley’s Doublemint Gum, 8 pack

Plastic Adirondack Lawn Chair, colonial blue

Sep.

Nail buffers and files, 10 pcs

Coppertone Sunblock, 6 oz

Oct.

CozyNites Fleece Blanket, pink

Sleep-Ease Melatonin caps, 90 count

Icy Hot Maximum Strength pain relief pads

Nov.

Tampax, 24 count

Faux-Resin Hair clips, 3 pack

Dec.

Advil (ibuprofen) Maximum Strength, 4 pack

True-Gro Tulip Bulbs, 24 pcs

Jan.

Feb.

Healthline Compact Trigger Release Folding Walker

Yankee Candle, Midsummer’s Night, large jar

Mar.

Chemo-Glam cotton head scarf, sunrise pink

White Socks, women’s small, 12 pack

Apr.

Chemo-Glam cotton scarf, flower garden print

“Warrior Mom” Breast Cancer awareness T-shirt, pink and white

May

Mueller 255 Lumbar Support Back Brace

Jun.

Birthday Card—“Son, We Will Always Be Together,” Snoopy design

Jul.

Eternity Aluminum Urn, Dove and Rose engraved, small

Perfect Memories picture frame, 8 x 11 in, black

Burt’s Bees lip balm, Honey, 1 pc

Aug.

Sep.

Easy-Grow Windowsill herb garden

Oct.

YourStory Customized Memorial Plaque, 10 x 8 x 4 in

Winter coat, navy blue, x-small

Nov.

Wool socks, grey, 1 pair

- From the collection Time is a Mother

[cohenskicksposts]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vtg Worthington Blazer Women 12 P Black White Herringbone Lined Wool Blend.

[winterfashioninbangladesh2024]

Winter Fashion in Bangladesh

Winter Fashion in Bangladesh

Although winter is short in Bangladesh, it is the most favorable season to play with textures, layers, and colors without the burden of heavy clothing, as is the case in colder regions. Dreamweave by Simi presents a winter collection that highlights both traditional and contemporary elements of Bangladesh’s fashion industry. Here’s your guide to the season’s most stylish essentials.

Sarees: The Definition of Classical Chic

Sarees are interlaced into the very core of the Bangladeshi community and, therefore, are familiar items of clothing found in the closets of nearly all women. Consider, for instance, the Bangladesh winters, when silks and velvet are the order of the day due to their warmth and elegance. Dreamweave by Simi offers beautiful jamdani banarasi and katan sarees that include stunning designs in many colors, ideal for complementing the warm, colorful attire worn during the winter holidays.

Wearing a saree along with a warm shawl or a tight-fitting jacket can provide a contemporary look with respect to traditional dressing. Jamdanis, a medium of Daksina Kanara known for its airy weave, can also be paired with a velvet blouse that provides warmth and style at the same time.

Style Tips: While wearing your saree, consider donning a high-neck blouse or a long-sleeved undershirt for warmth. Use seasonal colors such as burgundy, navy, and forest green. Try adding a bold belt to the waist to enhance the look by providing a clean, tailored look. Finish off this look with strong jewelry, such as earrings or layered bibs filled around the neck, to accentuate this area of the body.

Day-to-Day Comfort with Kamijs

Kamijs are a common item in the Bangladeshi apparel section primarily because they are easy to wear. The winter season offers an opportunity to wear kamij made of thicker materials such as wool, velvet, or brocade, which keep warm and feature beautiful prints and designs. Kamijs in Dreamweave by Simi are winter-based and modern, with faith motifs, and are available for casual and formal dresses.

In winter, a long-sleeved kamij worn together with fitted pants or churidar leggings of suitable size is very pleasant and fashionable. For more elegant wear, a soft cardigan or a traditional shawl is used along with the bodice to provide a warm layer, turning the whole attire into a complete one.

Style Tips: If you want to look seasonal and warm, you can try cinnamon brown colors, charcoal, and full red in winter. Much vibrant look is also created by admixture of embroidered shawl or a contrasting colored dupatta, which can be warm ethnic wear for casuals and occasions as well. Also, pretty jhumkas and bangles can be worn which are traditional so as to enhance the beauty of the kamij in a fashionable way according to the season.

Stylish Kaftan for The Set of Events

Kaftans are simple, with a light and forgiving shape that can be worn for both an informal as well as a formal event. The collection of winter kaftans in Dreamweave by Simi is composed of garments made of wool-blend and heavy cotton with embroidery and detail while enhancing the elegantly finished look. Like many tops, kaftans may be self-contained or worn with a close-fitted top underneath, making them versatile enough for a variety of places and occasions. 

To create a polished look, wear ankle boots, a statement necklace, and a kaftan. Warming up the look, adding a soft shawl or long scarf is lovely, which also gives an ethnic appearance as well.

Style Tips: Choose darker-colored kaftans with metallic or silk-thread work motifs for embellishment to look more opulent. Try belting the kaftan to bring attention to your waist and create a frame around your figure. Finish the look with a pair of traditional bangles or layer a few bracelets on one wrist to add to the elegance.

What to wear Salwars: Traditional and Warm

In Bangladesh, salwar suits are worn every day, and they are versatile, making them suitable even during cold seasons. Dreamweave by Simi’s collection comprises salwar suits made using winter-friendly materials such as brocade, silk, and velvet that are appropriate for wedding occasions and even for stylish day outs. The churidar sides and fitted-cut bottoms create warmth, and the kameez top can be cut to fit any type of figure perfectly.

Embroidered shawls are fabulous for winter as they provide extra protection and also further the traditional look. A festive spirit is added when, for instance, a salwar suit or a shawl with zari or sequins coverage is worn, such as during special occasions.

Style Tips: When it comes to the winter season, darker shades like plum, midnight blue, and deep maroon are suitable and enhance the look—constructed the entire look with Kurtis or embellished sandals and chandelier earrings or a statement ring to the outfit for a more clean, put-together look. This look is so good that for evening purposes, a less ornate shawl can easily be replaced with an elaborate embroidered or embellished one.

Palazzo and Kurta Sets: Stylish and Purposeful

Palazzo and kurta sets have ingeniously modified the stereotypical heavy winter wear; they are fashionable substitutes for salwar suits. As part of the winter collection of Dreamweave by Simi, the palazzo sets come available in heavier materials, such as wool-blend and thick cotton, to provide structure and warmth to the garment while retaining the fluidity typical with palazzos. Worn with a slender kurta, the design is both fashionable and practical. It can be worn to the office, casual outings, or family functions. The final look can be complemented with a long coat or scarf for warmth. Fitted kurtas are also beautifully accented with wide-legged palazzos that create an even look ideal for all shapes.

Style Tips: Palazzos in warm and neutral shades like camel, olive, or navy are best paired with bright jeweled-colored kurtas. Statement earrings and a soft wool shawl will give this look a finish that can be easily worn from day to night. To accessorize more, wear a scarf around the neck in a loose-fitting manner or wrap it around the shoulders for a warm feeling.

Shawls and Scarves: Crucial Accessories for the Winter Season

Scarves and shawls are particular wearers’ must-haves and are perfect for every outfit since they provide warmth and peace in the cold weather. Within the Dreamweave by Simi collection mix are handsaws that are embroidered shawls and engineered scarves made to complement ethnic wear, including sarees, salwar kameez, and kaftans. Ideally, this season is the season of motif shawls, zari work pashmina, and winter woolen shawls, which are the elements of your airport fashion that keep you warm and stylish at the same time. Shawls and scarves, whether casually thrown over the shoulder or stylishly wrapped around the neck, create a color and texture contrast to the outfit.

Style Tips: Harper and Shawl always go together regardless of the variation or colors they come in, e.g., one can throw a brightly colored shawl on a dull-colored dress or pick up a dressing shawl with embroidery that goes hand in hand with the colors of the dress being worn. However, those who want a trendy look should go for a long scarf with embellished ends, wrapped around, or hanging loose. There is also the option of winter chic scarves, which are prints and color-blocked winter scarves that serve the purpose of completing the winter wear.

Long Over Coats, Cardigan And Traditional Attires

In Bengali societies, people tend to wear long coats and cardigans to keep warm and improve the overall outline shape of a winter-style dress. Dreamweave by Simi has a worked-in collection of cardigans and wool-blend coats that are ideal for wear made from sarees, salwar suits, palazzo sets, and the like. The clever layering enhances the classic aesthetic but empowers it with a functional modernist aspect.

It is very possible to achieve a fashionable look by wearing a long coat on a saree or a kurta, which is perfect for chilly evenings or official occasions. Under sweaters and cardigans, coats can be cinched to the wearer’s waist or left free for an easy, worn-in appearance.

Style Tips: Choose coats in unfussy colors such as beige, gray, or black, as they fit the mood and several outfits. A belt helps break the monotony of a coat, thus ensuring the waist is structured. The collar of the coat can have embroidery or statement buttons. To avoid being too heavy and informal, wear a coat or cardigan as the last item of clothing or accessorize with ethnic jewelry.

Velvet and Silk Skirts: Naturally Customary and Contemporary

Silk and velvet skirts are warm and luxurious, making them very handy in the winter season. Dreamweave by Simi’s range of products includes richly colored velvet skirts that beautify evening or festive dresses such as wedding or matric dresses. Teaming these skirts with a well-fitted kamij, tuna, or even a blouse makes them more suitable for weddings, parties, or any special occasion.

The inherent luster of velvet and silk fabrics adds an element of celebration to the attire, making these skirts suitable for winter formal occasions. 

Style Tips: A velvet skirt can be matched with a high-neck or embroidered blouse to add grandeur to the entire look. Rich colors like emerald green, royal blue, or burgundy should be chosen. Finish the dressing with bangles, a statement clutch, high-heeled shoes, or embellished flat shoes.

Working Towards Layered Styling with Chic Ponchos and Capes

In Bangladesh, ponchos and capes are functional winter wear that act as a fancy replacement for coats and shawls. Dreamweave by Simi ponchos and capes are available in wool and heavy cotton with light embellishment suited for wear with sarees as well as casual wear. 

Such items can also be worn around the back when warmth is required, as they do not limit motion and are therefore appropriate for outdoor celebrations or evening occasions. 

Style Tips: Black, grey, or cream are the most popular colors and suitable for various outfits. To achieve a smart casual appearance, wear the poncho with a thin belt at the waist to create a silhouette and add some trendy jewelry. Ivory and maroon-colored ankle high-heel shoes go well with this look as they are stylish and comfortable.

Winter Fashion with Dreamweave by Simi

Simi’s Dreamweave winter wear collection explores the very best of Winter wear with styles that possess warmth, beauty, and culture at the same time. From extraordinary sarees and Kamijs to fashionable palazzo sets and jackets, this winter collection has it all for warmth while being stylish during the winter season.

Find your winter style at Dreamweave by Simi and create and cherish every moment wearing our stunning dresses made by skilled artisans in the country.

How about considering winter look transformation with Dreamweave by Simi collections?

We have a wide range of beautiful winter sarees, kamijs, kaftans, etc, which are all designed for stylish and warm purposes. Visit dreamweavebysimi.com to view new arrivals Or access our Facebook page for more information on the activities.  For a more immersive experience, we invite you to visit our outlet at 1st Floor, 138, Concord Niharika Tower, Road-4 Kemal Ataturk Ave, Dhaka 1213. Now Visit Dreamweave by Simi and upgrade your winter closet!

FAQ

Which winter wear fabrics are best suited to Bangladesh?

In the context of Bangladeshi winter, cross the line, where the fabrics are warm but not very heavy should be worn. Wool, velvet, silk, and brocade fabrics are very comfortable and stylish. The winter collection of Simi’s Dreamweave includes ladies’ garments in these fabrics to keep the ladies stylish as well as warm.

Can you wear kaftans in winter?

Absolutely! Kaftans made of thicker fabrics, such as wool-blend or heavy cotton, are winter’s best friends. Dreamweave by Simi designed appropriate kaftans for winter functions, casual or formal, with beautiful embroidery and designs. Add a scarf or a shawl for extra layering, which can also provide warmth and style.

How do I accessorize for winter without going overboard?

I believe that winter wears accessories such as scarves, shawls, and statement adornments. For instance, if you wish to provide a wrap for your dress, you can offer a matching or contrasting shawl. Avoid all stylish yet heavy jewelry and focus on wearing a few pieces, a few that will be, for instance, dangling earrings or a heavy around the neck that will not create a heavy impression because it is winter dressing.

Is it possible to wear salwar suits during winter, and what is the styling of a salwar suit?

Yes! A salwar suit made from warmer materials such as brocade fabric, velvet fabric, or thick cotton material will do well during winter. Top it with an embroidered shawl for extra warmth. There are dark shades such as plum, navy, and maroon, which are in season and go well with the layering of the dress with matching or contrasting dupattas.

What are some winter color compliments for outfits?

Winter is the best season for embracing brighter, deeper colors, such as emerald green, burgundy red, and navy blue. These colors are great for creating warmth in your look that is suitable for the season. The winter collection by Dreamweave by Simi also incorporates these colors to help you be fashionable and classy even in the winter season.

Would you like to offer a dress code for winter fashion?

Who says one cannot be stylish even in winter bearing traditional Bangladeshi attires? Bear in mind that it’s all about wearing layers. If you have got a saree or a kamij or kaftan, then wear things like shawls, scarves, and woolen coats that would go along with them. Approach with dark colors, fabrics such as velvet and wool, and other bold and beautiful pieces of jewelry. Dreamweave by Simi presents a winter collection that features classic designs in a variety of colors and patterns. Thus, you are able to layer without stepping outside the traditional look.

How can I maintain my fashionable status come winter? 

Winter fashion is concerned with how one does dressing in layers and the fabrics used. Also, wear brocade and silk fashions, try wearing a woolen overcoat or a shawl, and dress in warmer clothes. There is a contrast of warm but soft materials and thick but less warm materials in one outfit, for example, a velvet kaftan and a wool shawl. Dreamweave by Simi has even more beautiful designs that are warm and delicate.

Which is the best type of footwear to wear with ethnic winter wear, especially in Bangladesh?

During winter attire with ethnic wear, a well-covered pair of footwear is advised, such as kurtis, ballet flats, and ankle boots, which are quite ornamental in construction, even simple but warm in nature. This works well with colors such as black, tan, or metallic shades, as these fit most outfits. Dreamweave by Simi’s winter collection is well suited to the type of footwear mentioned above, especially when the set is further adorned with the corresponding accessories.

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French Girl Fall: 3 Fashion Tips for This Classic Style

The French girl aesthetic is widely celebrated and a bit of a paradox. Clean, minimalistic makeup looks define French beauty—but so do cherry red lipstick and strong brows. Parisian street style emphasizes sensible staples and practical footwear—yet creates a refined, elegant appearance. With so many conflicting styles associated with French beauty, you might wonder what exactly is the French girl aesthetic everyone’s obsessing over.

There’s no singular “look” that encapsulates French fashion; instead, this timeless style is defined by a feeling. When people talk about French style, they’re describing an effortlessly cool, individualistic look that feels graceful, refined, and—most importantly—authentic. So, how can you elevate your style this fall with a French twist? Here are three tips.

Prioritize Fit 

Confidence is key when emulating any style, especially this classic European aesthetic. Achieving a look that’s equal parts laid-back and elegant isn’t just about what you wear—it’s about how you wear it. To embody that effortless, tasteful Parisian look, prioritize choosing well-fitting clothes that celebrate your figure and boost your confidence.

Well-tailored staples are quintessential to any French-inspired autumn outfit, whether you’re pairing an elegant black turtleneck with a pleated A-line skirt or styling low rise flare jeans with an oversized button-up. Luckily, you can achieve this look without having a tailor on speed dial by shopping with brands that offer comprehensive fit guides, inclusive sizing, and versatile fabrics.

Add a Pop of Color 

While neutral, muted tones are associated with French fashion, these stylish citizens have a playful side as well. The key to using color in a striking, fashionable way is to add one pop of color to a clean, neutral palette. Think red lipstick paired with barely-there eye makeup or a tan trench coat cinched with a monochrome belt over black jeans.

This muted, natural color palette is perfect for fall. Plus, keeping your color palette simple achieves a classic, understated look, while a pop of color incorporates a fun, modern twist. For an easy fall outfit that feels undeniably Parisian, style your favorite neutral jeans with a simple sweater and black ballet flats. Finally, tie a colorful silk scarf in your hair to bid au revoir to any flyaways caused by blustery fall weather.

Stay True to You

Timeless, classic, and effortless all come to mind when describing French street fashion—which is probably why Paris has remained the fashion capital of the world for so long. Instead of chasing trends and pouncing on fleeting aesthetics, the French emphasize cultivating a refined personal style.

Follow this fashionable French wisdom by focusing on styles that boost your confidence, feel authentic to you, and celebrate your figure. Whether you feel like your best self in a pair of plus size jeans that fit perfectly or in a petite pair of black jeans, clothes that feel true to you will bring out your effortlessly cool energy. Explore and cultivate your personal style by shopping with brands that offer a wide range of silhouettes and sizes.

With these three fashion tips, you can finish fall with an effortlessly cool French aesthetic.

About YMI Jeans

Since the early 2000s, YMI Jeans has brought the cutting-edge Los Angeles fashion scene to women everywhere with budget-conscious denim and accessible styles. Born during an iconic era of fashion and pop culture, YMI Jeans quickly made a name for themselves in the fashion industry as an innovative, reliable brand. With a focus on functionality and fit, YMI Jeans crafts apparel that empowers women to feel and look their best. With innovative fabrics and designs, this inclusive brand engineers curvy jeans that celebrate and hug your shape while making the latest styles—from junior cargo pants to missy bootcut jeans—accessible to everyone. With comprehensive fit guides and style resources, YMI Jeans connects fashion lovers with the latest trends and reliable staples.

Say bonjour to your next great outfit with styles from https://ymijeans.com/

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Discover FlairRepublic – Redefining Style with Unique Fashion Choices

 In the ever-evolving world of fashion, where trends shift with the seasons, FlairRepublic emerges as a brand that is more than just apparel; it’s an experience. As modern consumers increasingly look for a blend of style, quality, and affordability, FlairRepublic offers a refreshing take on contemporary wear. With a focus on unique designs, premium materials, and sustainable choices, this brand has quickly gained popularity among trendsetters and fashion enthusiasts alike.

What Makes FlairRepublic Stand Out?

From the outset, FlairRepublic has positioned itself as a distinctive label that prioritizes creativity and individuality. In an industry dominated by fast fashion, FlairRepublic is an advocate for timeless pieces, crafted to be worn with confidence and style. The brand goes beyond following trends; instead, it focuses on setting them.

1. Curated Collections: Each collection by FlairRepublic is thoughtfully curated to cater to the varying tastes and preferences of its audience. Whether you are looking for casual wear, business attire, or something chic for an evening out, FlairRepublic has it all.

2. Quality and Craftsmanship: High-quality craftsmanship is at the heart of FlairRepublic. The brand emphasizes using only the finest materials, ensuring durability and comfort for every piece in its lineup. This dedication to quality makes FlairRepublic a preferred choice for those who value long-lasting fashion.

3. Sustainable Fashion: In response to the growing awareness of environmental impacts, FlairRepublic integrates sustainable practices in its manufacturing processes. The brand’s commitment to eco-friendly fashion resonates with conscious consumers who want to make a positive difference through their fashion choices.

Signature Pieces from FlairRepublic

Fashion is personal, and FlairRepublic ensures there is something for everyone. With a diverse selection, from statement tees to refined outerwear, FlairRepublic captures the essence of what it means to express oneself through fashion.

- Statement Tees: Known for their bold prints and slogans, FlairRepublic’s tees are more than just basic tops. They’re conversation starters, designed to reflect the wearer’s personality and make a statement.

- Outerwear Collection: Every season, FlairRepublic introduces outerwear that is both stylish and functional. From cozy winter coats to lightweight jackets perfect for spring, FlairRepublic has outerwear that caters to every need.

- Accessories: Completing any outfit, FlairRepublic accessories bring a touch of flair that elevates the overall look. Whether it's a hat, scarf, or bag, these accessories are designed to be versatile and chic.

Why Choose FlairRepublic?

For those who appreciate the finer details in fashion, FlairRepublic is more than just a brand—it’s a lifestyle choice. There are several reasons why FlairRepublic has gained a loyal customer base:

1. Affordable Luxury: FlairRepublic combines luxury and affordability, creating pieces that look and feel premium without breaking the bank. This balance is especially appealing to modern shoppers who want value without compromising on quality.

2. Inclusivity: Fashion should be accessible to all, and FlairRepublic champions inclusivity in its product range. With sizes and styles catering to diverse body types and preferences, FlairRepublic ensures that everyone can find something that fits their style.

3. Trendsetting Designs: With a team of creative designers, FlairRepublic keeps its collections fresh, regularly releasing new styles that keep up with or set current fashion trends.

Customer Testimonials: Real Stories from FlairRepublic Shoppers

The true measure of any brand’s success is the satisfaction of its customers. Here’s what some dedicated FlairRepublic shoppers have to say about their experiences:

A Commitment to Ethical Fashion

In today’s world, many consumers want to know that their purchases contribute positively to society and the environment. FlairRepublic takes this responsibility seriously by adopting ethical production methods. From sourcing materials responsibly to ensuring fair working conditions for all involved in the production process, FlairRepublic emphasizes an ethical approach that benefits both people and the planet.

This commitment to ethical practices has helped FlairRepublic establish itself as a trustworthy brand that consumers can feel good about supporting.

Embrace Your Unique Style with FlairRepublic

Fashion is one of the most personal forms of self-expression. FlairRepublic understands that each person’s style is unique, which is why its collections are diverse and dynamic. Whether you’re experimenting with new looks or staying true to a classic style, FlairRepublic has pieces that align with your fashion goals.

The brand encourages customers to embrace their individuality and use fashion as a way to express their identity. Every item in FlairRepublic’s catalog is a building block for your personal style journey.

Shopping Experience at FlairRepublic

Shopping online has never been easier, and FlairRepublic’s website is designed to make the process seamless and enjoyable. The website offers an intuitive browsing experience, making it easy to filter items by category, size, or color. The detailed product descriptions and high-quality images provide an accurate representation of each piece, so customers know exactly what they’re getting.

Moreover, FlairRepublic offers excellent customer support, ensuring that any questions or concerns are addressed promptly. With secure payment options and efficient delivery services, FlairRepublic aims to make online shopping as hassle-free as possible.

Conclusion: Discover FlairRepublic for Yourself

In a crowded fashion industry, FlairRepublic stands out as a brand that values individuality, quality, and sustainability. Its collections are designed to meet the diverse needs of today’s consumers, offering everything from bold statement pieces to timeless basics. As you explore what FlairRepublic has to offer, you’ll find that it’s more than just a fashion brand; it’s a community of individuals who are passionate about style.

So, why wait? Embrace the world of FlairRepublic and discover fashion that resonates with your unique style. With a wide array of pieces that cater to every preference, FlairRepublic has something special for everyone.

Visit the FlairRepublic website today and take the first step in elevating your wardrobe.

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School of Style – Beau in Black: 3 Fast Facts

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“Whenever I am putting on skincare products… sometimes it really feels like therapy. I am taking care of my skin.” –Aimee Song

1. Cheap Cleanser – Gentlemen, to begin with, I can confidently say, that it is virtually impossible, to maintain a clear complexion, without regular cleaning and cleansing of the face. But where to start, if you need help with selecting a cleanser? An inexpensive one, is my answer. Why? Well, according to the admirable Andrea Pomerantz Lustig, in her book, How to Look Expensive: A Beauty Editor’s Guide to Getting Gorgeous Without Breaking the Bank, “You don’t need to overspend on cleanser – you wash it right off, so why bother?” Of course, if you have a cool cleanser that you use and love, please do continue to make the most of it. Though, if I had a husband, who needed help, I would suggest that he use the cleanser that I’m currently using, as recommended by my dear dermatologist, which is the CeraVe Hydrating Cleanser with Hyaluronic Acid for Normal to Dry Skin. My dear derm recommended that before I use the cleanser, I wet my face, and then apply the cleanser with dry hands, and of course gently massage it into my skin, etc. The cleanser by CeraVe, works, it’s affordable, has a unisex packaging, is acne-safe, doesn’t sting my eyes, and will not dry out your skin. Gentlemen, be sure to purchase the smaller size to trial, to make sure that it’s right for you. I must also advise gentlemen, that if your career sometimes requires you to wear make-up, be sure to do a ‘pre-cleanse’ with a make-up remover, such as Garnier Micellar Water, for Sensitive Skin, (with a cotton pad, or whatever you feel is best) to ensure a thorough, yet gentle cleanse. P.S. Neither CeraVe nor Garnier are paying me to endorse their products. I am just their humble consumer.

2. Top Talk – In second place gentlemen, my next observation, is about the model’s basic black top. I’m sure that you are aware, that black is a very versatile colour, and from my personal perspective, black can be seen as a style staple. Black is a colour, that can serve as work wear, (depending on the industry you’re in) and is also suitable for ‘day-off’ dressing. This is infinitely important, because according to Lois Fenton in her book, Dress for Excellence: How Every Man Can Look Like a Leader – at Work or Away From It, “If you know you look good, you can get on with other things in life.” Gentlemen, basics will never go out of style, so that you can safely spend on brilliant basics, as classic clothing is almost always fabulously foolproof. Black is a colour that, at the moment, dominates my personal wardrobe, for professional reasons, as I believe that it projects a classy and competent image.

3. Fun Foulard – In last place gentlemen, you may have noticed, that the basic black clothing on the model, serves as a beautiful ‘backdrop,’ for the model's foulard, (neck scarf) as it is plain and practical. This arrangement also enables the silk scarf to ‘stand alone,’ as the main marvellous feature of the outfit. Gentlemen, I also absolutely appreciate the fact that the model is without a necklace, which may have acted as a distraction from the pleasant print. This is because, in the words of Coco Chanel, “Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance.”

Love, KF X                                                                                            

Happy to help: karensworldofstyle@live.co.uk or karens_style on X (Twitter)

This article was researched, written, edited, produced & published by Karen, on 11th October 2024

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Best Bags For Working Women: Find Luxury Options For The Career Woman

In today’s fast-paced professional environment, a woman’s bag is more than a fashion accessory. It’s crucial to enhance productivity, reflect personal style, and convey professionalism. For the modern career woman, a luxury bag can serve as both a statement piece and a functional item that meets the demands of daily work life. 

A well-chosen bag can elevate your outfit, enhance your confidence, and even make a practical impact on your workday. This article explores the best luxury bags for working women, considering factors such as functionality, style, and durability. We will explore the best luxury bags available for working women, discussing their features, styles, and how they can enhance your professional wardrobe.

The Importance of Choosing the Right Bags For Working Women

Functionality Meets Fashion

A working woman’s bag must strike a balance between functionality and style. It should be spacious enough to carry essential items such as a laptop, documents, and personal items, while also being stylish enough to complement professional attire. Luxury bags often come with high-quality materials and craftsmanship, ensuring durability and aesthetic appeal.

Professional Image

A well-chosen bag can enhance a woman’s professional image. It communicates attention to detail and an understanding of the nuances of workplace fashion. In many industries, first impressions matter, and a luxury bag can elevate a woman’s overall look, making her appear more polished and put-together.

Versatility

Luxury bags often offer versatility, allowing women to transition from the office to after-work events seamlessly. Many luxury brands design bags that can be used in various settings, making them a smart investment for working women.

Key Features to Look For in Luxury Work Bags For Working Women

When selecting a luxury bag for work, consider the following features-

Size and Space

The bag should be large enough to accommodate essentials like a laptop, notebooks, and personal items without being overly bulky. Look for bags with multiple compartments to help organize belongings effectively.

Material

Luxury bags are typically made from high-quality materials such as leather, suede, or canvas. These materials not only enhance the bag's appearance but also contribute to its durability.

Comfort

Consider how the bag will feel when carried throughout the day. Look for padded straps, ergonomic designs, and lightweight materials to ensure comfort.

Style

Choose a style that aligns with your personal aesthetic and professional environment. Whether you prefer totes, satchels, or backpacks, ensure that the design complements your wardrobe.

Security

A secure bag is essential for protecting valuable items. Look for bags with zippers, magnetic closures, or lockable compartments.

Top 5 Luxury Bags for Working Women

1. Tote Bags

Louis Vuitton Neverfull

Tory Burch Perry Tote

2. Satchels

Michael Kors Mercer Satchel

Coach Parker Satchel

3. Backpacks

Prada Nylon Backpack

Tumi Voyageur Carson Backpack

4. Crossbody Bags

Gucci Soho Disco Bag

Kate Spade New York Margaux Crossbody

5. Briefcases

Tumi Alpha 3 Briefcase

Fossil Emma Leather Briefcase

How to Style Your Luxury Work Bags For Working Women?

Pairing with Professional Attire

When styling a luxury bag for work, consider the overall color palette and style of your outfit. A classic black or neutral bag can complement a variety of professional looks, while a bold-colored bag can serve as a statement piece.

Accessories

Adding accessories to your bag can enhance its appearance. Consider adding a chic keychain, a decorative scarf, or a personalized luggage tag to make your bag uniquely yours.

Seasonal Trends

Stay updated on seasonal trends to ensure your bag complements your wardrobe throughout the year. For example, lighter materials and pastel colors are popular in spring and summer, while darker tones and heavier fabrics are ideal for fall and winter.

Caring for Your Luxury Work Bag

Regular Cleaning

To maintain the appearance of your luxury bag, regular cleaning is essential. Use a soft cloth to wipe down the exterior and a gentle cleaner specifically designed for the bag’s material.

Proper Storage

When not in use, store your bag in a dust bag or box to protect it from dust and scratches. Avoid placing heavy items on top of your bag to maintain its shape.

Professional Maintenance

For more extensive cleaning or repairs, consider taking your bag to a professional. Many luxury brands offer maintenance services to keep your bag in pristine condition.

ImplyCart: Top Resource for Luxury Bags For Working Women

ImplyCart is an excellent resource for discovering the best luxury bags for working women. With a wide selection of high-end brands and styles, shoppers can easily find bags that suit their needs and preferences. 

Here are some reasons why they stand out

Extensive Selection- They offer a diverse range of luxury bags from various brands, ensuring that every woman can find the perfect bag for her professional lifestyle. From classic designs to trendy styles, the platform provides options for every taste.

Competitive Pricing- While luxury bags can be an investment, they often features competitive pricing and exclusive discounts, making it easier for working women to find high-quality bags at reasonable prices.

User-Friendly Interface- The website is designed to be user-friendly, allowing customers to easily browse through categories, filter by price or brand, and read detailed descriptions of each product.

Customer Reviews- Features customer reviews and ratings, providing insight into the quality and functionality of each bag. This feedback can help shoppers make informed decisions before purchasing.

Convenient Shipping and Returns- Convenient shipping options and a straightforward return policy, ensure that customers have a hassle-free shopping experience.

Conclusion

Choosing the right luxury bag for work is an investment in both style and functionality. With a wide range of options available, working women can find bags that meet their professional needs while reflecting their style. From tote bags to satchels and backpacks, the right bag can enhance your professional image and make daily commutes more enjoyable.

Whether you opt for a classic Louis Vuitton tote or a sleek Prada backpack, remember that a luxury bag is not just an accessory; it’s a statement of your professional identity. By investing in a quality piece, you’re not only elevating your wardrobe but also equipping yourself with a reliable companion for your career journey.

With resources finding the perfect luxury bag has never been easier. Explore the extensive selection and discover the ideal bag that not only meets your professional needs but also complements your unique style. Embrace the confidence that comes with carrying a luxury bag, and let it be a reflection of your ambition and success in the workplace.