#Supreme Merch

[weareravershq]

REMA | Wireless Fest Photoshoot

[ss44lleemm]

[mayor-david-prentiss]

drawing chibis of rascorto is a religious experience honestly

[hup123hup123slapslap]

the latest round of optimizing my space (aka cramming a huge amount of stuff in a small area) has me finally getting a dresser and that's very exciting

[lion-buddy]

I feel I am solely responsible for perpetuating the misspelling of both prim and pukas names but it’s the only way I’ve ever spelled them and I feel like I can’t back out of it now haha ah.

[kaioshin-kai]

Universe 1-4

[randomnameless]

Doro and Edel sorta come off as "let me be evil" while also asking the audience to pity or validate their actions.

I actually disagree.

I think both of them genuinely think they are doing what they are doing "for the greater good" or "for the people" because they're convinced of the "goodness" of their goal - even if the means to reach that goal are a bit... more messy than breaking 6 eggs to make an omelette.

And for Supreme Leader, I never thought she was the one asking the audience to throw a pity party or to validate her actions - it's the games themselves that twist themselves in a pretzel to completely dodge - and by dodge I mean jump to another continent levels of avoiding - all the obvious implications her actions lead to -

Sure, Supreme Leader was written by those devs and put in those games, but imo, with the way she was written, the character never asks for forgiveness or uwu - it's the game that serves it on a platter, Crust system? You have to piece tidbits of backstory and hear it from a DLC character that Miklan wasn't kicked out bcs no crust, but bcs he tried to kill his younger brother and has been busy "seducing" women with his merry band of dudes. Ditto for foreign royalty that will never be mentionned in relation to the "crust = nobility, if no crusts no nobles anymore" paradigm.

Which leads to really interesting stuff when Supreme Leader is in a game where she can be challenged (not counting Engage bcs for some reason no one knows, it's Dimitri who talks to Zelestia about a place where people can live together regardless of their race), Supreme Leader doesn't make excuses or brings the pity party, she's too stubborn (or too determined) to reconsider her path.

(Supreme Leader inherited Poor Dumb Willy's fierce will?)

The only time she sorts of tug at the player's heart string, imo, is with the revelation she had siblings and her infodumping her backstory to Billy - iirc in the C+ support, just when Billy got the SoC - but as some people theorised, Supreme Leader's supports are unlocked at key moments, and I really like how - if following this theory - some characters try to fool/manipulate/"gaslight" as young people say nowadays/trick the player -

I've said it enough times regarding the Nabateans and Fodlan in general, but i don't think I've said it regarding Supreme Leader : the worst character hit by the uwu hammer and Hresvelg Grey is Supreme Leader herself - if Supreme Leader has been able to be a "traitor" character à la Tales of you can side with in CF for a vilain route, or like Togame in Katanagatari - her goal first her feelings second, and her feelings are a means to reach her goal but then she falls in her own trap - or even Baten Kaitos's Kalas, I think she would have been one of the best and most memorable characters in the franchise.

But the waifu and uwu hammer hit her, and all those opportunities fell on their faces because the devs wanted a waifu first and foremost, controversial maybe, but at the end of the day, a waifu to pander to a certain demographic and plays on the usual and tiresome "only u can defrost the ice queen" trope.

As for Doro...

It's a bit more nuanced, I think Doro genuinely wants to help people, but Doro, due to her backstory (and maybe experiences in Mittelfrank?) wants to help herself most - securing a successful marriage to a wealthy "noble" (tfw Ignatz, who's from a super rich family, isn't on her list) and become the "friend" of the Emperor - who should represent - status wise - everything she hates about nobles, if Ferdie was so hated, then why isn't the Hresvelg Heir, the Imperial heir, isn't as hated? Because Supreme Leader didn't see her bath in a fountain? Did Supreme Leader tone down her "if the weak remain weak it's because they are too used to rely on the strong to survive" discourse around Doro, one of those "weak ones" who only managed to make a name for herself through bribes, heavily implied prostitution and countless hours of hard and gruesome work that will be ruined anyways when she gets "older" so that's why she tries to find a noble and rich husband asap?

I love messy characters, I hc Saias as someone who will see the world burn as long as he can serve his younger brother, and he has to reconsider everything when he learns 1/lil bro dgaf about him and would rather kill him himself + 2/lil sis is actually alive - but the Fodlan games refuse to do anything interesting with the BESF members, in FE8, Ephraim gets a wake-up slap by Seth about what is expected of him now, and what was expected of him then, so he has better polish his father's armor because playtime is over, there's work to do, and Ephraim realises how much of a fool he has been.

Doro will never reconsider (her support with Lorenz is very good in that sense - much like Supreme Leader, Doro is sure her pov and way are the only ones that work) her POV, her most ridiculous takes about "y church never helped people like me in Adrestia" or "military academy makes us fight real fights and kill bandits i thought we weren't in a fire emblem game :(" or even "why is the goddess making us fight like this sure i joined the imperial army who conquers the world and tried to kill you many times but if you attack us it's only bcs of the goddess :(" are never tackled, compare them to Lorenz thinking the church promotes isolationism and Claude correcting him by remembering Dedue and Petra exist(ed?) in Garreg Mach...

TL;Dr : I wouldn't say those characters spend their time going "sad uwus about my life" or ask the audience to validate their action - but that's what their games did, just count how many times (maybe only 1?) people vow to take down the mole people "for Supreme Leader bcs she was manipulated too :(" or the lol-tastic "can't we walk with her (and trample Fodlan)?" ; Supreme Leader doesn't even need to "pity" herself, the game does it itself by giving those "pity" lines to multiple other characters.

It can sound like it's the same thing, after all both Supreme Leader and Doro are characters designed to fit in that game, but it's a bit more nuanced, and it's that nuance - the game severing one of its limbs to prevent them from being seriously challenged about their opinions - that's actually really, imo, annoying. When characters like Dimitri or even to a point, Rhea herself, are dissected and held accountable/are challenged for the weather, the double standard really stings, and that's what pisses me off with these characters.

[raditzgarden]

this shin funko seemingly pissed to even exist lives rent free in my head

[homosekularnost]

"oh let me draw more presaux people with mugs" <- guy about to draw pin-lee x3

[adaptify]

Unreleased Kanye Merch

[cowboysmp3]

the mcelroys r such a sleeper agent level special interest for me like they’re so Intrinsic To My Life but i rarely talk about them in comparison to my other special interests. like i fall asleep to monster factory and monster factory ONLY. ive listened to every mbmbam episode multiple times. i have watched every Awful Squad stream numerous times over. i will watch every livestream they do without fail. every time i leave my house i’m listening to mbmbam. They Live In Me

[deardearestbrandsnews2025]

Chanel x Supreme

#CHANELSUPREME

Exactly—Chanel x Supreme is one of those dream collabs that thrives in speculation, aesthetics, and internet hype. It’s the ultimate clash of haute couture refinement and streetwear audacity—which is precisely why it’s so fascinating.

If it ever happened, we’d see:

Quilted leather skate decks—utterly impractical, but insanely collectible.

Pearl-studded box logo hoodies—turning hypebeasts into Parisian socialites.

Classic Chanel tweed infused into Supreme’s grittier silhouettes—because why not?

But yeah, Chanel’s heritage of exclusivity clashes hard with Supreme’s "drop and flip" culture. Still, given that Louis Vuitton once said never—and then dropped a collab with Supreme in 2017—fashion has a way of making the impossible real.

Would you want to explore this further, maybe creating more hypothetical campaign visuals or mock product designs?

Chanel x Supreme Hypothetical Style Guide & Market Analysis

Since Chanel x Supreme remains a theoretical collaboration, here’s a structured take on how it could manifest—blending Chanel’s ultra-luxury craftsmanship with Supreme’s streetwear-driven hype economy.

Style Guide: "7000" Collection

Concept: Haute Couture Rebellion—where Chanel’s heritage meets Supreme’s urban defiance.

Key Product Lines & Designs

Luxury Skatewear

Quilted Lambskin Skate Deck – Chanel’s signature diamond pattern, Supreme box logo grip tape.

Camellia Skate Wheels – Reinventing the Chanel flower into streetwear-friendly polyurethane wheels.

Tweed Skate Sneakers – Classic Chanel tweed, reimagined as Supreme skate shoes.

Apparel & Accessories

Box Logo Tweed Hoodies – Chanel’s signature fabric fused with Supreme’s relaxed silhouettes.

Pearl-Stitched Beanies – Supreme’s street beanie + Chanel’s delicate pearl embroidery.

Double-C Monogram Cargo Pants – Supreme’s skate-ready cuts with Chanel’s iconic branding.

Luxury Collectibles

2.55 Graffiti Bag – Classic Chanel quilted leather, Supreme logo spray-painted onto it.

Red Leather Cardholder – Chanel’s elegance meets Supreme’s minimalist edge.

Camellia x Box Logo Belt – A blend of Chanel’s florals and Supreme’s stark typography.

Projected Price Points & Market Strategy

Drop Model & Sentiment Analysis

Limited Drops Only: Hype-driven releases with extreme exclusivity (similar to Louis Vuitton x Supreme).

Resale Surge: Chanel’s high entry price + Supreme’s streetwear economy would push resale values 5x+ retail.

Fashion Industry Debate: Purists would argue Chanel is "selling out," while younger consumers would see it as an evolution of luxury fashion.

[reignsuprememerch]

Reign Supreme Merch

Reign Supreme is a Hardcore band from Philadelphia, PA, comprised of ex-members of Blacklisted, Palehorse, Roundhouse NJ and Braindead. In 2006 they recorded a 4-song demo, which became the "Fuck The Weak" 7-inch released in 2007 on Rock Vegas Records. 2007 also saw the release of a 3-song vinyl on Dead By 23 Records. Shop Reign Supreme Merch Here!

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[lion-buddy]

I was ambiently thinking about whether or not supreme will get their own designated transformation scene and I’m wondering if this might be a shot from it. I’m so ready to watch it knowing they’re not gonna smile once during the entire thing

[dopaminepig]

blog that posts vocaloid figure transparents but they say antis dni *sad ant with bag on a stick*

[dsireland86]

OMG Imagine Noah growling into you as he eats you out maybe when you tug his hair or squeeze your thighs around his head

yeah I'm imagining especially with these pictures... 😏😏

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You've been bratty and mean, denying Noah for days what he feels, is rightfully his. He knows you love him but he wants you to show him, not just say it. It's the last night of the tour, and he's in a pissy mood, grumbling and complaining over just about everything, but mostly you. Keeping a sharp eye on you the moment you walk into the venue and head straight for the merch table is a move that only fans the flames of his lustful want for you and what only your body can give him. His rage meter flies off the radar the moment he sees a guy from VIP flirt with you and it's the last straw for him.

Noah jumps off the stage and makes his way over to you, completely ignoring everyone else around him. Your eyes meet his, and instantly, you know he’s angry over something. Brushing past the dimwit who flirted with you, Noah subtly slips his bare toned arms around your waist and buries his hands into the front pockets of your jeans, kissing the back of your hair. It's his way of showing his possessiveness of you, and secretly, you absolutely love it when he does this. The move gives the guy the hint that you're taken and he quickly moves away from the table.

"You know, you don't always have to do that. It's not like I was going to run off with the guy," you, chuckle lightly. "We need to talk. Now," Noah tells you in a tight voice. "Later," you reply, infuriating him a little more. His arms tighten around your waist. "If you don't come with me right now, I'm going bend you over the table behind me and fuck you in front of all of these people until you can't walk. The choice is yours, princess," he says gravely. The deep throaty tone of his voice gets your attention, making your heart race deep inside your chest. That familiar ache in your lower abdomen that always comes when you've been craving Noah, the kind that sends all the right signals to the center of your sex and makes you nothing but putty in his hands, suddenly hits you. "Fine."

Noah barges into the Green Room, yanking you in behind him before slamming the door closed and locking it. You're all nervous, a bit out of breath, and very confused. Dressed in his stage clothes, he moves towards you, close enough for you to see the stubble lining his jawline. You feel his body heat seeping into you, making you even hotter between your legs for his touch as you stare at each other, the tension growing thick as you swallow hard.

"Tell me why you've been avoiding me," Noah says flatly. "I haven't been," you lie. He clenches his jaw. "Yes, you have. Earlier was the first time I've held you in days." You break eye contact with Noah only to stare at the floor. "Answer me!" he demands a little louder than he means to. Your eyes shoot up at him. "No." In an instant, Noah's hand is wrapped firmly around your neck, long fingers pressing into your skin to assert control without leaving a mark. You try to push him off of you, but he's too tall and too strong for you. "Feisty, today, aren't we," he sneers with a grins. It makes you so mad that you spit at him and watch it land on his skin right below his neck. "Get. Off. Me." you demand, emphasizing each word. "Make me," Noah challenges you. He holds your gaze, and you can see the fire lighting up in his eyes.

"Open up, it's my turn," Noah hisses with a wide Cheshire cat-like grin. Your eyes widen as his hand moves up from around your neck to your jaw and tightens. Noah moves closer, so close that there's hardly any spare room between your bodies, moving his free hand in between your lower halves. "I said open up," he repeats, his gaze darkly hot, and this time you do. Noah lowers his face to yours and before you can object, his spit lands on your tongue. "Now, swallow," he orders, the darkness in his tone mirroring the satisfaction you know he's feeling once you do. "That's one way to get me inside you," he says, brushing your lips with his. It makes your little red panties soaked. Then, you slam your lips into his, and kiss him with all the strength you have. Noah kisses you back with just as much urgency, knocking the breath out of both of you.

"I want your fingers inside me," you beg him, guiding his fingers closer to your wet little pussy. "I want your mouth back on me." He teases you by grazing your heated sex with his knuckles and starts to give you what you want. His fingertips press hard against your clit overtop the fabric of your jeans and cause you to bite your lower lip. Noah growls as he watches the effect spread over your face. "Kiss me and I'll touch you," he promises. "You already are." "No. I'm rubbing your clit. I'll fuck you with my fingers once you kiss me, if that's what you want." A soft, tight moan escapes your lips before you crash your mouth into his again, tangling your tongues and consuming his very breath as your hands wrap around his face, slowly slipping to his neck.

Noah lifts you and sits you on the table, practically ripping your jeans off. He gives you that "to die for" smile that weakens all of your senses, pushing your panties to the side and running a finger up your slit only to find you more than ready for him. Immediately you start to grind on him as he pushes a finger inside you, his expression softening the moment he watches it slide in and out. Your mouth falls open on a pant. "Fuck if I'm not hard for you, baby," Noah growls lowly. You keep your eyes focused on the silver chain around his neck that sways slightly as his finger thrusts and twists gently working tiny gasps from your lips. Your heartbeat pulses everywhere you feel him. His warmth, his scent, his touch, it surrounds you, burying you deeper in love with him. "Stay with me, princess," Noah whispers, pressing his lips against your forehead while the fingers of his free hand press roughly against the skin of your thigh, pinning you in place. He works his finger deeper and deeper into you, slipping in one more as this thumb rubs circles against your clit.

You moan his name, finally meeting his eyes. Love for you pours out of them, making you smile. You touch the side of his face, caressing his cheek with your fingertips. Noah leans into it, kissing the palm of your hand. "You like this, princess?" You nod. "Yeah? What about if I eat you out? Will that have you finally screaming my name?" "Please, Noah," you beg him through a whined whimper and he laughs softly. "Lay back," he orders, and you do, just as Noah lifts your legs and pulls your panties down, placing them in his pocket once he gets them off. At first he simply stares at your entrance, and you catch the playful glimmer that crosses his eyes. He moves slowly, savoring every second of this moment with you. You can feel the anticipation building with each deliberately slow move Noah makes. "Fuck, baby," he whispers, his voice a low husky murmur that excites you even more. Lifting your legs and placing them on his shoulders, Noah parts them and trails soft kisses up your inner thighs before his finger reaches up and runs softly up and down your slit again, making you whimper his name some more.

Noah sinks his finger deep inside you again, this time following it with his tongue as he leans down and places kisses on your hot, throbbing cunt that, by now is a screaming mess aching to be satisfied. "Oh god you taste so fucking good," Noah admits, letting up for a moment. He runs his tongue flat up your center to your clit, sucking and pulling it into his mouth. "Oh fuck, Noah!" you cry out, clamping you hand into his hair. The tip of his tongue probes your entrance and because of how he's taking his time, you can slightly feel it slipping in and out of you. "Fuck, fuck, oh baby," you whine, tugging at his hair and making him growl against your pussy. You look down at him feeling like your about to explode "Holy shit that was so fucking hot," you laugh, feeling Noah smile against your sex. When he does it again it's like a mixture of a growl and a grunt and it makes you lose your mind in the waves of pleasure. You become a panting mess, squeezing your thighs around his head when he begs you too. You're moaning his name over and over pleading for him not to stop.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he asks, nipping your clit between his teeth. "Fuck, Noah! oh god, please, make my cum. I'm almost there. Uh, fu...fuck... Noah!” Your hips stutter as you grip his hair tighter, feeling him growl and moan against you. Your thighs tighten around his head to keep him in place. "Oh fuck, Noah, please, right there," you mumble over and over, lost in the pleasure of your orgasm quickly approaching. "Let go, princess. Cum in my mouth. Let me taste you," he tells you, encouraging your inner goddess. Legs shaking, you tighten them once more around Noah's head and you cum for him, arching your back and partially screaming out your moans and cries of ecstasy. Noah slows and continues to fuck you though it.

"Goddamn," he groans, trying to keep his composure. "Your legs are fucking trembling, princess," he says with a pleased smile, making you blush and smile as you lay there trying to catch your breath. The way he's staring at you with messy hair, swollen lips, and a satisfied smile has everything in your world complete. Except one thing. You sit up and pull Noah into, kissing him softly while tasting yourself. He breathes in deeply through his nose as his hands find your waist.

"I'm sorry for pushing you away, Noah," you whisper against his lips. "I'm sorry for what I put your mind through." You tangle your tongues up again, making Noah's lips even more swollen then they already are. "I will never let you close your eyes at night wondering if I love you or if you're enough for me. You are." Noah smiles at you and doesn't try once to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. "I'll make sure you'll never doubt that I do and wake up every morning convinced that I do." He plants a hard long kiss on your lips again, bringing your foreheads together.

The pounding on the Green Room door startles you both. Noah helps you put your jeans back on, but refuses to give you back your little red panties. "They'll be my good luck charm tonight," he teases you with a wink, slipping his hand into his pocket. "Noah! If you and my merch girl are done fucking now, the rest of us would like to have the room back. The show starts in an hour." You look at Noah and throw your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh, yet feeling totally embarrassed. Noah opens the door, receiving hit after hit in the stomach from the other four guys as they walk in. He looks over at you, grinning from ear to ear and your heart couldn't be any fuller than it is right now.