#Supreme Shorts

[supremeclothings]

Supreme Clothing has become one of the most iconic names in the world of streetwear, blending skate culture, fashion, and a sense of exclusivity to create a global phenomenon. Since its inception in 1994, the brand has redefined how streetwear interacts with mainstream culture, while maintaining an air of underground credibility. Here’s an in-depth look at what makes Supreme a standout brand in the fashion industry.

A Brief History of Supreme

Founded by James Jebbia in New York City, Supreme started as a small skateboarding shop catering to skaters and streetwear enthusiasts. The brand’s minimalist logo—a red box with "Supreme" written in white Futura Heavy Oblique font—was inspired by Barbara Kruger’s art, immediately positioning it as a visually recognizable brand.

Supreme’s early collections featured simple designs, often focusing on comfort and practicality, which appealed to the skateboarding community. Over time, however, its offerings expanded, including collaborations with major brands and artists, propelling Supreme into a global spotlight.

The Power of Scarcity and Hype

One of Supreme's most genius marketing strategies is its focus on limited-edition releases. Known as "drops," these weekly launches feature a small number of items, which often sell out within minutes. The limited supply creates a sense of urgency and exclusivity, driving demand among its loyal fanbase.

This scarcity-based model has led to a robust resale market, where Supreme items often sell for multiples of their original price. Iconic pieces, such as the Supreme box logo Supreme hoodies or collaborations with brands like Louis Vuitton, Nike, and The North Face, are particularly sought after by collectors and enthusiasts.

Collaborations: A Supreme Strategy

Supreme T Shirt

has consistently stayed relevant through collaborations with other brands, artists, and even cultural icons. Some of the most notable collaborations include:

Supreme x Louis Vuitton (2017): A groundbreaking partnership that merged luxury fashion with streetwear, bridging two seemingly disparate worlds.

Supreme x Nike: Frequent collaborations with Nike have resulted in highly coveted sneakers and apparel that blend functionality with urban aesthetics.

Supreme x The North Face: Combining utility with style, this collaboration offers jackets, backpacks, and accessories that appeal to outdoor enthusiasts and fashion aficionados alike.

These collaborations are a testament to Supreme's ability to innovate and remain a cultural touchpoint.

The Cultural Impact of Supreme

Supreme's influence extends beyond clothing; it represents a lifestyle. The brand is deeply rooted in skateboarding culture, but its appeal has transcended boundaries to attract celebrities, musicians, and fashion-forward individuals. Supreme has become a status symbol, with its pieces often worn as a badge of cultural awareness and style.

Moreover, Supreme Jacket has played a significant role in legitimizing streetwear as a major player in the fashion industry. What was once considered niche has become mainstream, thanks to brands like Supreme paving the way for others to follow.

Criticism and Controversies

Despite its success, Supreme has faced criticism over its pricing strategy, perceived elitism, and environmental impact. Additionally, the brand's logo has been scrutinized for its similarities to Barbara Kruger's work, raising questions about artistic appropriation.

However, these controversies have done little to dampen the brand’s appeal, often fueling further interest and discourse around it.

Conclusion

Supreme Shorts

is more than just a fashion brand; it’s a cultural phenomenon that has shaped the way we view streetwear and its place in society. By combining exclusivity, innovation, and a deep connection to youth culture, Supreme continues to dominate the streetwear scene. Whether you're a skater, a collector, or someone who appreciates cutting-edge fashion, Supreme remains a name synonymous with style and influence.

[psqqa]

yes, yes i know edgeworth’s big wet eyes and loser boy personality have captivated us all, but listen. listen.

phoenix wright

phoenix “genuinely unable to reconcile the girl on the stand with the girl he dated for eight months, a cognitive dissonance so profound it’s ultimately explained by them being literally two different people, but which he first sits with for five years and does not talk about at any point to anyone” wright

phoenix “don’t mention that name to me. i don’t want to talk about it. i don’t want to think about it. i am just going to keep myself in this state of perpetual crisis mode focus on other people’s problems until eventually i die and get to hang out with mia on the astral plane and never have to deal with any of these emotions ever again” wright

phoenix “overnight loses his career and reputation and sense of identity while gaining an adopted, probably pretty traumatized eight-year-old daughter, and rather than leaning on his friends for help, or getting therapy, or taking any time to process any of this, he *checks notes* spends seven years dedicating all his free time and energy to investigating the weird fucking circumstances around it and maintains a friendship with the guy he suspects was behind it all” wright

phoenix "runs across a burning bridge and falls through it, half a day after the game establishes that he is terrified of heights, because his friend is on the other side of that bridge" wright

phoenix “i sure felt surprised. maybe i had my poker face on” wright

phoenix “looking back on it that was actually a pretty dark period in my life” wright

phoenix “don’t ask me how i got started. i don’t remember” wright

phoenix “only you stood still, your eyes calmly watching” wright

phoenix “sometimes, life just sucks” wright

just

phoenix wright

crunchiest man in the world

and all i wanna do is chew and chew and chew on him

[coollizard]

Hello tumblr, I'm new here. Have a Shin fanart 🤙

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée with Denis, Zendaya and Austin in NYC on September 21, 2024. ✨✨✨

IG credit to tchallamett

[nyc-looks]

Sofia, 32

“I am wearing a Supreme tank top, some vintage cargo shorts, boots I customized for a videoclip, and my choker was made by my friend ARA jwls. My current style is what I call being a little chula, a little sudaka (south latin america).“

Sep 9, 2023 ∙ Lower East Side

[hayanwulf]

Maybe supreme family having a their first game night.

Stephen stared at the scene in front of him.

Tony and the kids were gathered on the table with Morgan in his lap. At the center of the table sat a Monopoly map. Some D&D dice were scattered on one side, alongwith a neatly placed stack of ...Uno cards?

All in all, it was a monstrosity.

Morgan rolled the dice for Tony, whose shoulders immediately slumped when he realized where he’d landed in the Monopoly map. Peter whooped, pumping his fist in the air. “Ha! Pay up.”

Tony narrowed his eyes at Peter, then a smirk slowly grew in his lips as he produced the hidden stash of Uno cards he owned, and threw a card down at the table. It was a +2 card. “Double and give it to the next kid.”

The next kid in question was Harley. He didn’t even look up from where he was reading something on his phone, and threw down an Uno reverse card. Tony’s jaw slacked.

Stephen was pretty sure that wasn’t even how Uno worked.

“What on Vishanti’s name are you all playing?” He asked, drawing the room’s attention.

“We call it The Convergence of Games!” America answered. “It’s a mix of D&D, Uno, and Monopoly.”

Stephen stared at them like they had spontaneously turned into potted plants. “Why!?”

Tony snorted. “Cuz no one could agree on what to play.” He passed Monopoly cash towards Peter.

“So you just.. decided to mix them all?”

“Why not?” Peter shrugged, picking new cards from the stack of Uno on the table and holding it out towards Stephen’s direction. “Wanna join? It’s fun!”

“He won’t,” Tony said, his eyes trained on Stephen, challenge sparkling there. “He’s a wuss.”

Well then.

Stephen took the offered cards and sat down. “What are the rules?”

[kpop-bbg]

[beastsovrevelation]

Michael's so stern, and laconic, she's honestly just... Cold. But, I think she'd be so gallant towards a female love interest.

Damn... Imagine her kissing your hand (and refusing to break eye contact as she does it).

One could swoon. I'd say she definitely goes on one knee to propose.

Her Spartan demeanor does soften in her love interest's presence. A fond smile lights up her lips, and her piercing eyes shine with adoration. She mindlessly does things like brushing a lock of her so's hair behind her ear, putting her arm around her, or having her sit on her lap.

I also think (since she's the Champion) she has a pathological need to protect. Honestly, it might cause tension as she gets patronizing, even controlling. She's used to being obeyed without question, after all.

[denim-bias]

[twistedappletree]

just intentionally deposited all my money in my bank after work then drove home, parked, looked in my bag and was like “omg where is all my money 😳”

[connoisseur-of-love]

finally drew my version of late teen/young adult rrb

(i can probably create an essay of my decisions/headcanons with these design)

notes on height

boomer: 6”4

butch: 6”1

brick: 5”8

[yibeimolihuacha]

My problem is when I fall in love with a fictional character I can ship them with everyone, because if I fell in love with them then certainly so can everyone else, right?

Right?

[anniepb05]

Part 2

He waits and waits, and waits and waits... But nothing happens. So he opens his eyes, and for a second he can't believe them.

"Aziraphale", The Metatron says, not too happy to see the Archangel. "You came. Finally. I'm glad you made up your mind."

Crowley can feel his heart break again. Is Aziraphale really here to see The End of the World? After 6000 years... Is he really choosing Heaven again, after everything they've done?

But Crowley can't cry. He can't show his sadness, and so he does the only thing he's able to: piss the angel off.

"Glad to see you, Supreme Archangel", he says as he makes a reverence. He can see the hurt in Aziraphale's eyes, and he hates himself for it.

"You see, Aziraphale. It's time to close doors, don't you think? You could start with him...", The Metatron suggests.

"What?", says Aziraphale, shocked and confused.

"He's caused enough trouble, Aziraphale. He deserves this. Come on. Prove your loyalty to Heaven."

Aziraphale freezes. How is it possible that he didn't see this coming before? He chose to give Heaven another chance, and for what? It's only cause hurt to Crowley. Yes, he can change things now, but he won't forgive him. Not after this. He did the wrong thing when he chose the "side of good".

Crowley steps closer to Metatron in a menacing way, probably trying to scare him (though it doesn't work). But the angel knows him well, he's just as scared as him.

"You can't do this. You can't just kill me and destroy the world! What about humans? And animals? They don't deserve this!"

A sudden twisted smirk appears in Metatron's face. "Oh, Crowley...nothings lasts forever."

The demon steps back, hurt by memories. Aziraphale stares at him, confused and mad. Crowley looks at him, his beautiful yellow eyes filled with tears.

"No." The Metatron turns to him, confused.

"What?"

"You're wrong. There ARE some things that last forever."

->Part 1

->Next

Today Aziraphale is about to choose the audacity (and so am I).

[window-view-orion]

The way the rare “shimmer” version of the dress is just objectively worse… it’s gonna be a no from me

[hayanwulf]

Too Naive and Trusting

This is pre-accident.

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Stephen stared as the creature — who was now starting to seem more and more like a completely normal human child — devoured his food. For a moment he even wondered if he had hallucinated what had just happened. He would certainly have never believed it had he not seen it with his own eyes.

Five minutes ago, a star-shaped portal had formed dead in the middle of his living room, spitting out a young girl, who had looked like some possessed character straight out of horror movies with those glowing eyes.

Stephen had been terrified and had hid behind the couch, cursing at himself for leaving his phone in the kitchen.

He had half expected the possessed girl to find him and pound on him but she..

She had beelined straight for the kitchen.

Now, she was seated at the kitchen island, eating his Italian takeout fervently as though she hadn’t eaten in days.

She had no awareness of the rest of the world, nevermind the fact that she was basically a trespasser in his house, raiding his stuff. Those warm brown eyes looked.. exhausted and relieved at the same time.

Too soon, all of his takeout was gone. She helped herself to a glass of water, and then, she apparently started looking around for more food. She had no idea that Stephen was even present there. He was sitting on the couch of the living room, peeking at the open kitchen, watching dumbfounded as she went through his cupboards.

In all honesty, he had no idea how to react.

She got her hands on bread and a jar of peanut butter. Stephen watched as she scooped up some peanut butter with bare fingers and tried to spread it clumsily on the slice of bread. She frowned when it didn’t work as she must have expected, then shrugged, then just licked the peanut butter off her hand followed by taking a bite of the bread.

“You do know you’re supposed to use butter knife, right?”

She jumped in surprise and zapped her head to him like a deer caught in headlights. The slice of bread fell from her grip and landed on the floor.

Stephen sighed and got up.

“I’m— I’m sorry!” She spluttered out, taking an unconscious step back. “I’ll leave— I’m sorry!” The last part almost came out in a shriek as Stephen stepped around the couch. She was backing away, cowering.

Stephen paused where he stood.

Her eyes were fixated on him, wide and teary, her hands fidgeting nervously. She looked very much like a cornered animal.

Stephen considered what to say, but his mind didn’t provide him with much except for straightforward facts.

“It’s fine, kid. And you don’t need to leave, I’d hardly be one to kick a starving child out in the streets.”

Yeah, words of comfort were never his strong suit.

The girl blinked up at him, wariness still in her eyes, but otherwise didn’t reply.

Stephen moved. Her eyes traced his every action, but she didn’t flee as she had seemed ready to only moments ago. When he walked past her, she stepped back to give him space, her movements rigid and awkward. Stephen glanced at her sidelong as he grabbed the jam.

He was sure that this was her version of ‘no idea how to react’.

He got the butter knife, moved to the kitchen island with it and the jam, and quickly made a PBJ, holding it out for the girl.

She stared down at the offering, licking her lips. “This is.. is this for me?”

Stephen bit back a sarcastic reply that had been at the tip of his tongue. Don’t, he told himself. She’s just a kid, she’s scared, and is likely starving too.

“Yes,” he said.

The girl immediately snatched the PBJ off his hand and started devouring it. Stephen got to making another one.

When she had finished the first one, he handed her the next one and asked, “What’s your name?”

She took the second PBJ easily from his hand, replying, “America Chavez.”

Stephen watched as the girl — America — contently ate the simple sandwich, all traces of fear and wariness gone from her features, easily leaning herself on the kitchen island not two feet away from Stephen, when only minutes ago she’d been too scared to do anything but utter apologies. The corner of his lips twitched up slightly.

Too naive and easily trusting.

“And what was that portal thing you fell out of?” He asked.

“My powers,” she casually replied, having finished her second sandwich and already demanding the third that Stephen now held. He passed it to her. “They allow me to travel the multiverse.”

Right, the multiverse, and portal powers, Stephen thought with no little amount of skepticism.

But he had seen it happen with his own eyes. And as far as he knew, this was neither a dream nor a hallucination, so it could be the only other thing possible: reality.

It was still.. inconceivable to him. He couldn’t quite bring his mind to come to terms with it.

“And why did you come here?” He asked, if only to stop his mind from spiraling trying to grasp the concept of a goddamn multiverse.

“I can’t control my powers,” she said in between chewing. “Sometimes it activates by itself and throws me to a random place in a random universe.”

Stephen blinked once, then rubbed both hands over his face with a sigh because this was becoming a lot more of his problem that he had intended — or wanted — it to. “So you’re telling me that you can’t go back home?” It wasn’t a question.

She shrugged, focused on her PBJs. “I don’t have one.” 

That gave Stephen a pause, and he stared at the little girl.

She looked to be in her early teen years, though he couldn’t be sure. Why did she have these powers? How long had she been roaming homeless like this? No wonder she was so hungry.

How long had it been since she had last seen her family?

Stephen felt a pang in his chest.

This was stupid. He needed to stop empathizing with this girl. But all he could think about when looking at those young brown eyes was Donna.

“Um, thanks for the food, mister,” America spoke once she was done with the PBJs. “And sorry for, y’know, showing up in your house. I’ll just uh,” she turned her head to look around the living room once, then back at Stephen. “Which one is the exit door?”

This wasn’t his problem. He should get rid of it. He should send her away and forget all about this encounter and they would never see each other again—

Donna would want me to help her.

“Where will you sleep, kid? It’s almost midnight.”

She just shrugged casually. “I’ll find somewhere.”

It had been a rhetorical question, but Stephen felt no little amount of exasperation at the answer he got.

He took a second to calm himself, not wanting his mouth to spit out something that would scare the kid. Then, he spoke.

“Sleep.. here. I have a guest room. It’s unsafe for kids your age to just roam the city at this hour.”

Hope blossomed in her eyes, face brightening. “Can I really!?”

“Yes.” Stephen pointed at one of the doors in the living room. “That’s your room for now.”

“Thank you so much!” She chirped with a smile. “Can I have a look?”

“Go right ahead.”

She scurried over to her new room.

Naive and trusting indeed.

Possibly to her own detriment. It would have been so easy to harm her, had she been found by someone not as well-intentioned as Stephen.

He stared down at the kitchen counter thoughtfully. The empty takeout containers almost seemed to taunt his empty stomach. Next to it sat the empty plate of PBJs. She had inhaled an entire half of a loaf of bread.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He asked the air.

[kpop-bbg]