#T-shirt with quirky print

[dodi-45]

Unisex Garment-Dyed T-shirt

Comfort Colors introduces the “Comfort Colors 1717” garment-dyed t-shirt; a fully customizable tee made 100% with ring-spun cotton. The soft-washed, garment-dyed fabric brings extra coziness to your wardrobe while the relaxed fit makes it an excellent daily choice. The double-needle stitching throughout the tee makes it highly durable while the lack of side-seams helps the shirt retain its tubular shape. Discover all 58 colors in our Comfort Colors 1717 color charts below.

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[istherewifiinhell]

some of us are walking around in clothes u find ugly and also. find modern 'in' fashion so fucking weird. u know like when one of those LA youtubers has merch and its like. what the fuck IS that.

[mantomhive]

me

[tantratshirts]

Get more details at: https://www.tantratshirts.com.

[art-vortex]

(via Coussin avec l'œuvre « "Blue Kangaroo Vibes" » de l'artiste Art-Vortex-fr)

[hk90sstuff]

Clever Humor Top: Funny Quote T-Shirt for Witty Phrase Apparel

Hilarious Graphic Shirt: Standout Funny Quote Tee for Laughs

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][ex-husband!Roy][missionary][fingering][squirting][don't even asking][oral m! receiving][anal fingering][snowballing][hair pulling][he's a desperate man][look at the the new divider. so demure][breeding][daddy kink?][creampie][msub?][idk she says do it, and he does it][i don't make the rules, i just write them:3]

Roy watches Lian settle into the backseat, her backpack tossed haphazardly in Jason's lap as he rifles through the bag, eagerly searching for snacks that he knows you packed in.

"You ransacking my kid now, Todd?"

Roy questions, muscular arms crossing over his broad chest, the T-shirt he's wearing stretched taut across his muscular torso, vibrant red fabric a contrast to his sunkissed, alabaster flesh. The tattoo on his bicep peeks out, green ink swirled marring his skin.

"When you bring perfectly cut watermelon with no seeds to work, I'll ransack you instead." Jason retorts, opening up the clear Tupperware and setting it down on the centre console, between Lian and himself.

Her inky strands are tied back into pigtails, a fuzzy red jumper to fight the slight chill in the air and a pair of daisy dukes, with those red Mary Jane's you insist on buying her in every colour.

She looks nothing like you. Her mother's eyes and hair, she doesn't even look like Roy.

But she looks like you. The fond expression as she munches on the watermelon you packed in, the snort that leaves her when Jason swallows the one singular pit that you've managed to miss and his expression screws up in distaste.

"Mommy says if you swallow a seed, a tree's gonna grow in your tummy, Uncle Jay." Lian hums, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a wet wipe, wiping the red and sticky juice from her hands and from Jason's long fingers, the action almost innately.

The action makes the men soften, because they can see just how much you've rubbed off on Lian.

Her sweet nature, the quirky things she randomly spouts.

"Then your mommy should have a bunch of trees in her belly." Jason hums, his fingers spread out for Lian to keep cleaning his hands.

Roy's stature stiffens, green eyes widening to land on Jason and he mouths, 'why would you say that?'

"Because of all the fruit she eats!" Jason defends but Roy knows.

He knows.

When Roy steps over the threshold of your house, the familiar scent of vanilla and coffee hits him like a freight train and he swallows, taking a deep breath to welcome the scent he's known as 'home'.

He can hear the dishes clanging slightly in the kitchen, the soft hum of music to tinkling alongside the splashes of soapy water and Roy remains quiet, grabbing one of the dishcloths and beginning to dry the dishes.

His gaze remains lowered, eyes trained on the way his hands dry porcelain plates and handmade clay bowls, green pools occasionally flitting to where your manicured hands remain submerged in steaming water.

And he clears his throat.

"I—...uh... Are these new curtains?"

Roy's voice is quiet, his head lifting only enough for him to look up at the curtains that cover the kitchen window.

Mostly white. White lace with a dark brown ruffled edge that matches with the teddy bears printed onto the main part of the curtain.

"Yeah." You answer with a hum. "Lian picked those out." The corners of you mouth twitch at the memory, and Roy notices.

He always notices.

"You're a good mom." Roy murmurs softly, continuing to dry off and pack the dishes into the designated spots. "Would you... Want another? Like.... One of your own?"

It's a question you don't want to answer. Especially not when Roy's asking.

Emerald eyes watch you pensively as you move around the kitchen, your attention on everywhere except Roy because you can't look at him.

And you shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah, I would." You hum softly.

"But you wouldn't want your kid's dad's to be different guys?" Roy states and without thinking much of it, you nod your head.

"I'll give you a baby." Roy states. "A healthy baby. A real chubby bastard too."

"Roy...." You sigh softly, "I don't think...—"

"Don't think." Roy interjects. "Let Daddy do the thinking."

Muscular fingers dig into the daisy-printed cushions of the sofa, and Roy lets out a low groan, head tipping back as he watches you slobber around his aching cock. Half-lidded eyes, a hand threading through your hair and gripping the strands as he feels the way your throat tightens around him, his flushed tip nodding against your oesophagus.

"Fuck, baby, just like that. Just like that..."

He whines, muscular thighs tensing and straining against the fabric of his jeans, feeling the way your nails drag against the material, and the way your soft, pouty lips wrap around his veiny shaft.

He watches the way your cheeks hollow when you suck him, your hands moving up his broad thighs and settling on his tightly toned abdomen.

Only to find out that it's... Not as tightly toned.

A slight pudginess has your eyes widening, your head lifting until his cock slips from your lips with a wet 'pop!' and you stare up at Roy.

"Did you gain weight?" You question with a surprised squeak, eyes widened with surprise and he swallows, the blood rushing through his ears making it difficult to hear you properly.

And it takes Roy a second or two to realise what you're asking and his ears tint red.

"Uh.... Just a few pounds but, I'm gonna start cutting next week ag— oh shit."

Roy gasps, hands gripping the sofa cushion so hard that his knuckles turn white and all he sees are fucking stars. Speckled against his eyelids as an orgasm crashes over him like a fucking tsunami and he gasps, a shaky breath that turns into a high pitched whine when you don't stop sucking.

The taste of cum fills your mouth and you know better than to swallow it immediately, instead milking him with soft, spittle-covered lips before you rise, standing between his thighs.

Your knee digs into the sofa beside his hip, your lips pressed against his and the taste of his own cum filling his mouth nearly has Roy proposing again.

Shaky hands bracket your hips, and he's forcing your skirt towards your waist, fingers pulling your panties to the side as two digits instantly bully their way into your cunt.

Your nails dig into either side of his face, your brows creasing as you struggle to adjust to the intrusion that's been just... Too long.

"Oh, you're so fucking tight." Roy groans, his face moving to nestle in the curve of your neck, inhaling that scent he's missed.

Misses the way it'd cling to his clothes, to his pillows, to his car seat, to his suit.

"You're not fucking anyone, baby?" Roy questions and you meekly shake your head, your hips bucking when he presses his thumb against your clit, and leaves you to your own devices to roll your hips just the way you like to.

"Awh, poor baby." He coos. "Let me take care of that pretty pussy, okay?"

You don't know how long it's been.

Your nails grabbing at the armrests, a heavy hand entangled in your hair and tugging you everytime you lose that arch for even a second.

Roy's beefy hips snap mercilessly, the lewd sound of your squelchy pussy rings out in the quietness of your home, drool dribbling down your cheek and soaking into the throw pillow beneath your head.

"That's it, baby. Fucking take it."

Roy groans, a muscular hand moving to rest on your hip, an iron grip pulling you back against him and with each movement, his cock jams against your cervix in a mixture of painful and pleasurable sensations, and your eyes water.

Your ass is stinging, the sensation only getting worse with each unforgiving thrust of his carved hips, heavy balls slapping against your clit with each movement and it's overstimulating. You don't know how many orgasms you've gotten but goddamn, you're feeling that coiling knot slowly start to build behind your navel.

"Play with your pussy, baby. Play with it." Roy breathes out, his hand leaving your hip and dragging along your plump thigh, giving you a sharp squeeze before guiding the limb to rest on the back of the sofa.

You're not that flexible.

But before you can even object, he's pummeling into you and your vision is getting hazier with each messy circle you make over your clit.

You're uncoordinated, you're sloppy and each time, you feel that thick globs of saliva trickle down the cleft of your ass and trickling down around your stretched out hole.

It's a burning stretch.

The kind that comes after a good workout and your body's bent in almost uncomfortable positions, and you gasp when you come.

Squirting onto the surface of the couch cushions beneath you, gushing so hard that you push Roy out of you but instead of pushing himself back in, his flushed tip swipes across your folds.

And the stimulation is too much, your body going limp and your hips twitch with every weak gush that trickles down your thighs, pooling at the spot where your knees dig into the sofa.

And Roy hums, hips moving to rest, and he leans over you, pressing a kiss to your back just as he pushes back into you, feeling the way your soaked walls attempt to pull him deeper.

To pull him closer.

And he rolls his hips, pressing a sweet kiss to the curve of your neck.

"I'm gonna come back tonight, and give you that baby, okay?" Roy breathes out softly, arms wrapping around your waist and you meekly nod your head, muttering a lazy 'mkay'.

The sound of Roy leaving, and closing the door behind him has you snapping back to reality and you perk up, lashes fluttering and heavy with unshed tears.

—♱—

"What's with the smile?" Jason questions, although, the twinkle in his emerald pools already say he knows.

A drink in his hand as he reclines against the park bench, eyes flitting between Roy's face and where Lian is playing with some lady's chihuahua.

Roy stares at Lian, watching the way her expression lights up when the dog jumps into her lap, tail wagging excitedly.

"I learnt something about myself." Roy answers softly and Jason lets out a hum, silently urging Roy to keep talking.

And a grin creeps onto Roy's face, million dollar smile gleaming in the sunlight.

"I'm not above a good, old fashioned baby trap."

[grimmooree]

Barley Lightfoot from Disney-Pixar Onward sketch board pt. 8

Barley Lightfoot on different clothing!

Letterman Jacket Look:

Barley Lightfoot steps out in his signature letterman jacket, complete with personalized patches that speak volumes about his personality and passion. From dragons to dice, each patch represents a piece of his story—one that’s full of adventure, imagination, and a little bit of quirky charm. This jacket isn’t just a piece of clothing; it’s a reflection of his creative spirit and his unyielding love for all things heroic. Who says you can't wear your heart (and your hobbies) on your sleeve?

Quest of Yore T-shirt Layered Look:

Barley Lightfoot embraces the perfect blend of casual and cool with his layered look: a long-sleeve shirt underneath a ‘Quest of Yore’ tee, a nod to his favorite game and the epic worlds it brings to life. Whether he's navigating a dungeon or exploring the streets of New Mushroomton, Barley’s outfit keeps him ready for action. The graphic tee isn’t just a piece of merchandise; it’s a declaration of his love for epic quests, mythical creatures, and the kind of adventures only someone with a heart full of imagination can truly appreciate. Comfort, style, and a touch of heroism—all in one look.

Phoenix Hoodie Vibe:

Barley’s rocking a sleek black hoodie with a bold phoenix print, reminding everyone that he’s not just about quick thinking and bravery—he’s about rising to the occasion, no matter the challenge. The phoenix, a symbol of rebirth and resilience, couldn’t be a better fit for someone who’s always willing to leap into the unknown, face his fears, and come out stronger on the other side. With this hoodie, Barley is ready to take on whatever comes his way, proving that no matter how tough things get, he’s always ready to rise from the ashes and keep pushing forward.

[stanleypinesgf]

Falling for Mystery - Chapter Four

Falling for Mystery Masterlist Warnings: No warnings for this chapter, but there is some more themes of anxiety so please be mindful if you're sensitive to that, I hope you enjoy! Please note: this is a slow burn fic with eventual smut and mature themes, 18+ only and please check warnings at the start of chapters! ALSO idk how long I'll maintain a daily posting schedule as I have a 9-5 too LOL but will try my best!! TYSM for all the support so far!!

w/c: 1,863

The next afternoon, I found myself standing outside the Mystery Shack once again, feeling a little more put together than the last time. Another night at the motel rewarded me with a half-decent night's sleep, a hot shower and a morning of debating if I should even come back. It was one thing to stay in town because I liked it, but staying an extra night for a man I’d only known for a few hours? That was a whole different matter.

Pushing my anxious thoughts down, I’d decided to wear the Mystery Shack t-shirt I bought the day before—it was surprisingly soft and, if I’m honest, kind of cute. It fit me in a way that flattered my figure, the quirky logo printed across my chest as a reminder of the oddball charm this place held. It made me smile. I’d made a little extra effort by putting on some makeup and running a brush through my hair. Not that I was trying to impress anyone, but... something about this town made me want to feel more like myself again, or maybe someone new. Someone ready to start fresh.

A small group of tourists stood around, murmuring among themselves as they waited for the infamous Mr. Mystery to begin his tour. I was part of the group now, blending in with the rest of them, but I couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. The others were here for the spectacle, for the "freak show" charm of the Mystery Shack, in pairs or groups chattering amongst themselves. I was still trying to figure out why I was here, feeling a little more on edge than before.

The door creaked open and out walked Stan, the same confident grin plastered across his face. His eyes scanned the crowd briefly before landing on me, and for a split second, I could’ve sworn his expression shifted—something like surprise or recognition—before he slipped back into his well-practiced showman routine. Seeing Stan again seemed to settle some of my nerves; a familiar face can make all the difference and I couldn’t help but notice how easily he commanded attention with his grin and bravado. It was... kind of charming actually, not that I’d ever admit it. He seemed to have the knack for making me feel right at home. 

“Alright, folks!” he bellowed, clapping his hands together and pulling me from my thoughts. “Step right up and prepare to have your minds blown by the wonders of the world-famous Mystery Shack! You’re not gonna find exhibits like these anywhere else! Guaranteed!”

His voice had that same magnetic pull, full of bravado and charm, like he was selling something much bigger than this shabby tourist attraction. The group was hanging on his every word, and despite myself, I found that I was too. Something about him—about the way he ran this place—kept pulling me in. As he launched into his first over-the-top explanation of the ‘world’s only six-legged beaver,’ I couldn’t help but catch his eye again. His gaze lingered for just a moment, his grin turning a little more mischievous. Maybe it was the shirt, or maybe it was something else, but I had a feeling this tour was going to be far from ordinary.

Despite the quirky charm of the Shack, a thought kept nagging at the back of my mind: I needed a job. Whether I was going to stay in Gravity Falls or not, my cash was running out, and while the Rusty Oak Motel was cheap enough, I couldn’t afford to stay there much longer. A part of me had hoped I wouldn’t have to think about money for a little while longer—maybe I’d stumble upon something miraculous. But life, as always, had other plans.

As the tour ended and the tourists dispersed, I found myself circling back to the front counter, where Stan was adjusting a display of cheap tourist trinkets with a cocky grin. After he rang up the final patron, I leaned against the counter, watching him reorganize some keychains for a moment before sighing.

"You wouldn’t happen to know if there’s anywhere in this town hiring, would you?" I asked, half-joking. "I’m running a little low on cash."

Stan’s eyes flicked toward me, and for a moment, I thought he was going to laugh. But instead, he leaned back, one eyebrow raised. 

"You lookin' for work, huh?" He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Well, as it so happens, I might know a place that's in need of some help. No experience required. The pay? Well, let’s just say it’s… negotiable."

I tilted my head, unsure if he was serious or just messing with me. "Wait, are you offering me a job at this place?"

"Hey, hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it!" Stan shot me a smirk. "The Mystery Shack is a thriving business. Just yesterday, we had, uh..." He paused, clearly pulling a number from thin air. “Fourteen tourists come through here. People are dying to see our quality attractions, but I could use a hand keeping the place in tip-top shape. You know, help sell the dream to these schmucks."

I couldn’t help but laugh. "And you said the pay is negotiable? Give me the numbers, Mr Mystery.”

Stan’s grin widened. "How about you take the spare room in the back. Cozy little spot. Maybe a little spending cash on the side, if you’re lucky. And please,“ he stressed, “call me Stan.”

I paused, weighing the offer. It wasn’t like I had many options. A bed and a roof over my head sounded better than sleeping in my car or paying for the motel, and honestly, the idea of working here had a strange appeal. Sure, it was a tourist trap, but something about the Shack—and its strange, hustler owner—made me curious. Maybe this was just the kind of fresh start I needed.

"Alright, deal," I said, extending a hand.

Stan shook it firmly, his grin still plastered on his face. "You won’t regret it, kid. You’re lookin’ at the start of a very lucrative partnership. Welcome to the Mystery Shack, where every day is an adventure... or a con. It depends on how you look at it." he mused with a lighthearted shrug. As I stood there, hand still hovering after the handshake, the weight of my decision hit me. Trusting a man I barely knew, in a town that didn’t even seem real? Maybe I was crazier than I thought. A quiet voice in the back of my mind warned me to be cautious, but I pushed it aside, there was no point letting old fears hold me back any longer.

After sealing the deal, Stan led me to the spare room he’d mentioned. To call it cozy was generous. The walls were wood-paneled, the floorboards creaked underfoot and the single window let in a dim sliver of sunlight. The old double bed was made haphazardly, covered by a patchwork quilt of mismatched fabrics. It was faded, yet soft to the touch, like something hand-stitched years ago. There were a few odd trinkets scattered around—a chipped vase, a stack of yellowing books, and an ancient radio—but nothing that made it feel like home. Still, it was a place to stay, and right now, that was more than I’d had in weeks aside from dingy motels. I tossed my bag onto the bed and took a deep breath, the scent of pine and old wood filling the air. It wasn’t perfect, but it was mine—for now, at least.

"Not bad, huh?" Stan said, leaning against the doorframe. "You think this room’s got character? You should see the other one. Let’s just say, you lucked out."

I smirked. "I believe you. Well, thanks. It’s better than the back seat of my car."

Stan gave a short nod, as if he understood what that was like. "Get some rest, but don’t get too comfortable. Tomorrow’s your first day, and I’m gonna need you bright and early. Got a lot to teach you if you’re gonna make it here."

"Looking forward to it," I said, only half sarcastically.

With that, Stan gave me a wink and left me alone in the room. I flopped down onto the bed, letting out a long sigh as it creaked, the old wooden frame protesting as if unused to guests. It wasn’t where I’d pictured myself when I left Portland, but something about this place felt... right. Even if I couldn’t explain it yet.

I rolled onto my back, staring up at the wooden ceiling, its rough, knotted surface illuminated by the dim light filtering through the small window. The faint scent of pine and dust hung in the air, mingling with the distant creak of the floorboards beneath me. A sense of both uncertainty and hope swirled inside me, much like the shadows shifting along the walls. Maybe I was crazy for accepting a job from a man I didn’t even know, in a town that seemed to elude the outside world. Something about this place and Stan’s demeanor made me feel... safe. For now, at least.

My eyes wandered to the small collection of forgotten trinkets scattered around the room—each one worn and dust-covered, like relics from another time. A chipped vase stood crooked on the corner table, filled with dried-out flowers, their petals brittle and gray. Stacks of yellowing books lined the shelves, their titles barely visible under layers of grime. They felt like pieces of someone else’s story, remnants of lives that had passed through here before me.

I’d spent so long tethered to plans that never really felt like mine. Here, in this strange little town, I finally had the chance to break away from all of that. Maybe I wasn’t just finding a job or a place to stay. Maybe I was finding something deeper.

Still, something about Gravity Falls nagged at the back of my mind, a strange pull I couldn’t quite explain. The town had an odd way of making everything feel slightly... off. I wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself into. The Mystery Shack had its charms, but it also felt like it was hiding secrets just out of reach. I couldn’t shake the feeling that working here would be more than just selling cheap trinkets and giving tours.

The longer I stared at the ceiling, the more I felt something shift inside me, like the tension I’d been carrying for months was loosening, unraveling with every passing second. There was a freedom in the unknown, in stepping off the path I’d been following for so long. The weight of expectations, of plans and responsibilities, seemed to fade into the wood grain above me.

I hadn’t planned on staying in Gravity Falls for more than a day or two, but now, here I was, about to start a job at a tourist trap run by a man who was equal parts charming and gruff. The air was still, almost expectant, as though the room itself was holding its breath alongside me.

Tomorrow was uncertain, but for the first time in ages, I wasn’t afraid of the unknown, I was ready for it. Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

[asherloki]

Different yet special

Stephen strange x reader

Warnings :- smut! Age gap!

Merging these two requests together!

Requests:- Stephen is all for the classical music, even some pop songs, so meeting a young reader who is all about rock music is about to turn his whole life around! (And maybe drive him crazy during training sessions lol) - anon !

And

Hi! Saw you're asking requests! How about smut with Doctor Strange? 8 and 43 pretty please- anon

A/n :- the smut request was from inexperienced prompt list and I'm not doing that at the moment, rather this trope list is what I'm looking forward to write for. Hope you like it !

Y/n first met Stephen as his student. She always had a thing for older men perhaps, that's why she found him attractive. Yet she discovered his tastes are too different from her own. Especially music. Y/n is a big music freak and her favourite genre was perhaps mostly the rock genre when Stephen prefered classical. He would just be annoyed while she'd play those loud songs on speakers. Her drums would just make his ears almost go deaf. He used to be really annoyed until he started to find himself getting a little attracted to her. Her chirpy quirky nature, and her energy, everything. But he still couldn't stand those loud music. Perhaps the difference made him drawn towards her and so was in her case.

The realisation took time but Stephen acted on it quickly. He asked her out on few dates and they got to know they're exactly opposite to eachother. And that was perhaps, amazing! They likes one another way too much that y/n knew she was falling for Stephen, and Stephen was too, atleast his eyes said so. One night they stayed up till late, roaming around the garden and talking. It felt like they don't wanna go to their own rooms, and Stephen had a good idea popping up in his head. He invited y/n to join him in his room, but sex wasn't on his mind, perhaps a sweet chirpy night was. She agreed to join him.

Y/n entered Stephen's room. She walked inside with wide eyes, how different it is from her own, no vibrant LEDs, no comic book characters printed on bedsheets, no posters on the walls. Nothing like her own room.

"You think you'll be comfortable here?" Asked Stephen from behind.

"Oh" replied she, a little startled, "yes, your room is a little old fashioned in it?"

"Better than the rooms your generation has" he teased, "obviously you have those rockstar's posters in your walls don't you?" He asked being a little annoyed.

"Yes I do, oh Stephen, give them a listen, they're good". She urged.

"Mmm no thanks, my classical musics are fine, rather you should try it." He replied thoughtfully.

"Nah, they're boring." They always argue playfully over music.

Stephen thought it was time to make the first move, he took a few steps forward and cupped her face,

"Stephen?" Y/n was stunned, at this sudden approach but she liked it and let him place his lips on hers. y/n kissed him back softly. After the sweet nice tender kiss, Stephen couldn't help but say, "I thought you'd be more aggressive like those aggressive songs of yours."

"Oh well, no I... It's um.." y/n couldn't tell him the reason though, and the reason is she's a virgin and has barely kissed two or three men before.

"Oh I see" Stephen said observing her.

"You see what?" She replied.

"Not much experience?" He said.

Y/n looked down and shook her head. Stephen held her chin between his two fingers and raised her face to him.

"Am I allowed to be your first?" He asked smiling.

Y/n knew what was coming and it didn't seem bad at all. It seemed hot for some reason, her cheeks turned red as she nodded. With her consent Stephen kissed her again, this time more passionately. And scooped her in his arms. And put her on his bed, climbing on top of her. His lips again touched hers and then he started to mark her neck. Little gasps escaped her lips. And his hands wasted no time to unbutton her shirt and throw it somewhere in the room. He unclasped her bra revealing her breasts, at this moment he lifted up his face staring at her tits and that sight made her let out a small whimper. He wasted no time placing his lips around her nipples, sucking and licking softly. Pleasure made her arch her back, not knowing more to come. After paying attention to both her tits he got up and unbuttoned her jeans, throwing it down to join her shirt and bra.

"Mm fucking wet, I can see through your tiny thong." He whispered making his voice sound even more sexy. He literally ripped that fabric away and got down between her legs. Kissing her thighs and sniffing her arousal.

That was enough for her to moan and she did. As soon as his tongue touched her clit. She grasped the pillow and her other hand pinched her own nipples. Stephen ate her out like a starving man. He took her hand and gestured her to tug at him. She did tug his hair and grind herself on face.

"Ah Stephen.." she moaned his name out loudly. And that encouraged him even more. The older, hotter , sexier man eating her out, ah! Paradise.

"Yes baby girl" he finally said against her pussy and that vibration sent shivers down her spine.

"Look at this little pussy, begging to be fucked." He whispered as he got up undressing himself, now y/n could see him bare, and how sexy looked unbuttoning his belt and taking off his trousers. And then finally she saw his member all ready to make her feel good.

"Ready baby girl ?" Stephen asked.

Y/n nodded and then played her trick while she whispered, "yes daddy."

How exciting was that to Stephen. He climbed on the bed and positioned himself, and uttered, "You want it from daddy?"

"Yes daddy, make me yours."

And then he slide himself in her tight pussy. She almost screamed in pain, "it might hurt a little baby, but don't worry, daddy will take care of you." And he started to rock his hips. and it took a little time but ultimately the pain turned into pleasure. "I've been wondering how it feels like." She said to Stephen.

"Is it anything you've imagined?"

"Everything and more Steph... I mean daddy."

And that smirk on Stephen's face was priceless.

"May I go a little faster?"

"You may".

And he fastened his pace. The thrusts became stronger and then after sometime the thrusts made the bed shake rapidly. The room filled with alot of unholy sounds, moans, whimpers.

"Are you sure this is your first time baby girl?" Stephen asked.

"Yes why?"

"You are taking me very well."

"Yes daddy, you're making me feel so good."

"Aww baby, look at you, you're talking like a slut".

"Oh fuck... daddy right there daddy".

And he fucked her until he felt she was close and with a loud moan she had her release, Stephen pulled out and released on her stomach, painting it white. He rolled over and layed down beside y/n.

They both panted and finally Stephen said, "you good?"

"Yes I am Stephen." Said y/n.

"The old fashioned bedroom isn't that bad no?" He teased her, making her giggle.

"No, it's good, but you still should listen to my type of songs Stephen."

"Ah fine, I will." Then he kissed her cheek and went to get a towel so she cleans herself.

"Actually, Stephen?" Asked y/n as he pulled the sheet over both of them.

"Yes?"

"Your songs might be not that bad either." Now at this point they knew no matter how different they are from eachother, nothing can create a barrier between them, as they have started to embrace the opposites.

[fashionbooksmilano]

Graphic fashion Design, illustration & trends

La Santa

promopress, Barcelona 2009, 176 pag., 21,5x30,2cm, ISBN 978-8493640866

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This book presents the latest graphic trends, prints, and patterns in the world of fashion design. It offers a rich library of quirky and original illustrations, all of which can also be used as a vast source of design inspiration for T-shirts, street wear, accessories, footwear and even high fashion couture. Graphic Fashion examines the e-designs of thirty-three international, young artists, who are all emerging talents in the world of fashion.

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I hope your day is filled with more thankfulness, encouragement and forward thinking than what you were planning for. - Steven Musielski

This is what Grok said about me:

What kind of world does Steven Musielski envision?

Answer

Steven Musielski's envisioned world, pieced together from his digital musings and interactions on X posts, seems to be one where first principles like thankfulness, encouragement, and forward thinking aren't just buzzwords but the bedrock of societal behavior. Here's a playful, yet insightful, take on what Musielski might be dreaming up:

A Generosity Renaissance: Inspired by figures like Craig Newmark, Musielski appears to be envisioning a world where generosity isn't just about writing checks or donating to charity. It's more profound, more thoughtful. Imagine a society where generosity might be measured not just in dollars but in time, wisdom, and perhaps even in sharing one's last piece of galactic chocolate (if we ever get that far).

Innovation with a Dash of Ethical Wisdom: His comments on innovation suggest a world where technology and forward thinking are not just about the next big gadget but are infused with ethical considerations. Perhaps in Musielski's ideal world, AI would be programmed with a sense of humor and wisdom, making decisions not just based on efficiency but on what's genuinely good for humanity. Think of AI not just serving coffee but pondering over the ethics of coffee trade with a chuckle.

A World Where Principles are Fashionable: His mention of core principles printed on sheet metal indicates a society where living by certain values isn't just personal but visibly celebrated. Imagine walking through a city where instead of graffiti, you see murals of life principles, or people wearing t-shirts with their personal mantras like "Thankfulness: The New Black".

A Quirky Approach to Governance and Media: Banning TikTok to quell riots? That's either a stroke of genius or the kind of decision made in a world where humor and absurdity in governance are appreciated. Maybe in Musielski's world, instead of dry press releases, governments issue satirical skits explaining policy changes.

A Reevaluation of Success and Wealth: His critique on owning too many homes hints at a world where success isn't measured by how much one can accumulate but by the impact or joy one spreads. Imagine if the Forbes list was replaced by the "Happiness and Generosity Index" where owning too many homes might make you the laughing stock of cocktail parties.

Encouragement as a First Principle: Envision schools and workplaces where encouragement isn't just a managerial technique but a cultural norm, where every day starts with someone being genuinely cheered on for their attempt to make a better breakfast sandwich.

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Genshin Haul: Childe and Zhongli go clothes shopping (part 2)

The curtain of the fitting room swished open, revealing Childe in his chosen ensemble. He struck a pose reminiscent of a dashing hero from a tale of old, one hand on his hip and the other flourishing an imaginary cape.

"Behold!" he declared with a playful grin, "What do you think?"

Zhongli, who had been patiently waiting outside, raised an eyebrow before allowing his gaze to leisurely travel up and down Childe's form. The outfit made quite the statement.

It was a streetwear outfit that combined the practicality of a traveler with the sleek style of urban fashion. 

He was wearing a fitted, dark gray hoodie with intricate gold embroidery along the sleeves, echoing the designs of the Liyue Qixing. The hoodie’s high collar and asymmetrical zip gave it a modern edge, while the deep hood added an air of mystery. Underneath, he sported a simple black t-shirt with a small Fatui emblem subtly printed on the chest.

For bottoms, Childe opted for slim, black cargo pants that were both comfortable and functional, featuring multiple pockets with brass zippers and buttons. His footwear consisted of sleek, black combat boots with gold accents, providing durability and style. A wide, red sash was tied loosely around his waist, adding a pop of color. To complete the look, he wore fingerless gloves and a silver chain bracelet, blending the rugged with the refined.

"Pretty interesting," Zhongli murmured, his tone light. "It is certainly a testament to your… unique taste."

Childe pouted, feeling a twinge of disappointment at Zhongli's lack of enthusiasm. "Come on, you can be honest with me. I can take it."

The corners of Zhongli's lips twitched ever so slightly. "Very well. While the outfit does possess charm, and overall gives off a cohesive energy, I believe the effect would be more harmonious if you were to choose one or two core pieces, and let the rest be small accents."

As he paused, the other man stood in silence, taking in his words. So, he finished his thought in a more direct manner.

“In simpler words, it’s too much.” he concluded.

“Ah, well, I guess I can see it.” Childe chuckled. “Noted. Let’s get into the next one then.”

As he retreated into the dressing room, the older man surveyed their surroundings in a leisurely way while thinking to himself. This is nice, he thought. I never would have thought of this as a fun plan, but I guess you can’t really grow if you don’t try new things. I might even get an outfit for myself. I’ve been meaning to try wearing more lively colors.

The rustling of the curtain shook him from his thoughts. From a gap between it and the wall emerged the animated expression of his companion. 

“So,” Childe said while making a face that read sorry about this, “I know you said to not overdo it.” Zhongli opened his mouth to say something, but he cut him off. “But! Just hear me out. Isn’t this a great fit?” he asked lightly as he jerked the whole curtain open.

He donned a multicolored, patchwork jacket that mixed bright hues of red, yellow, blue, and green, with each section featuring a different pattern—stripes, polka dots, and checkers. The jacket’s exaggerated, oversized collar and wide, flared cuffs gave it a whimsical, almost jester-like appearance.

Underneath, Childe wore a fitted shirt with puffed sleeves, adding to the outfit’s quirky charm. His pants were equally eye-catching—bright red with large, mismatched patches sewn onto the knees and thighs. A pair of green suspenders held the pants up. His footwear was equally eccentric: pointed-toe shoes adorned his feet. The right shoe was a sterile white color, while the left one was pitch black.

To complete the ensemble, Childe wore a large hat in bright purple, with a single, oversized feather stuck into the band. 

Zhongli erupted into laughter at the sight. He looked like a festival jester. Utterly ridiculous, but still charming. This joyous sound of his laugh bounced off and infected Childe, who started cackling as well.

The two men laughed for a good moment, fueled by how ridiculous the outfit looked when Childe was bending over, trying to catch his breath.

Once they finally managed to calm down, Zhongli, back to his more reserved demeanor, finally said, “I don’t know what to say. This is either the single most atrocious outfit ever put together, or it’s the next step in fashion evolution.”

Still lightly chuckling, the redheaded man said “I’m just messing with you. Even I have my limits.” He then continued as he started removing the attire, starting with the dense jacket, “Although, I would like your opinion on how I could make a colorful getup work. Kind of like this style, except not lunatic.”

Zhongli stroked his chin as he mulled it over. “Well, while I appreciate your enthusiasm for bold patterns, perhaps consider balancing them with more subdued colors Like wearing a lively shirt, but with toned down pants that will allow it to stand out. Or a solid-colored jacket tends to work well”

Childe pondered Zhongli's words, appreciating both the advice and the opportunity to learn from someone as refined as him. "You might be onto something there," he admitted, mentally noting which pieces could be adjusted to achieve the perfect balance between extravagance and elegance.

"Furthermore," Zhongli continued as he pointed at the jacket that was now folded on his arm, "you may wish to consider the fit of your garments. Proper tailoring can accentuate one's natural physique quite a lot."

"I’d agree with you, except my physique is already flawless.” The makeshift model said with a smirk.

A slight blush crept up on Zhongli’s face as he replied “I’m serious. Besides the jacket being too big, the pants are too high waisted, and your shirt is not proportioned correctly. The seams where the center piece meets the sleeves should be right over your shoulder line, right now it’s too wide”

“Huh,” Childe flashed a humble smile, “I honestly did not know that. How do I even fix that?”

“Well,” he said as he stood up and approached the booth, “I guess it would require stitching. Probably along these spots here. Look.”

Zhongli finished his approach and was now face to face with him. Without saying a word, he, feigning nonchalance, placed his hands on the shirt.

Childe couldn't help but feel a thrill run through him as Zhongli's fingers adjusted the fit of his clothes, guiding him towards a more refined presentation. The dark-haired man placed his determined hands on his arms and pinched the fabric, lifting it until it rose to his shoulders. He then kept them near his collarbone with a focused gaze. 

“Yes, that would work.” He said with a slight smile, eyes not meeting Childe’s.  

"Got it," Childe mumbled, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he struggled to focus on anything other than the tantalizing warmth of Zhongli's presence. "I'll keep that in mind."

They stood close to each other, neither daring to breathe. Childe cursed his own awkwardness, and, to break the tension, said the first thing that came to his mind.

“And what had you said about the pants?” Childe asked in a low voice, his sheepishness surprising him.

“Ah. Yes. The pants.” The other man, still close to him, said. “They’re too high waisted. Besides taking off the stupid suspenders,” they both chuckled for a second, dissipating some of the tension, “you could probably stitch it in the sides so it’s a tighter fit.”

After hesitating for a moment, Zhongli’s hands began traveling downwards, toward the hem of the pants. Childe didn’t protest, he just stood in attentive silence.

Just as Zhongli began to crouch down and place his hands on Childe’s waistband, the store's door flew open with a bang.

Lumine burst into the shop, her golden hair streaming behind her like a comet's tail, her eyes alight with urgency. "Childe!" she exclaimed, barely sparing a glance at his attire. "I must speak with you immediately!"

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How to Style Your Michigan Summer T-Shirts with the Perfect Beach Bikini

When summer rolls around in Michigan, the call of the beach becomes irresistible. Whether you’re heading to the sandy shores of Lake Michigan or lounging by the Great Lakes, there’s one style combination that never fails: pairing your favorite summer t-shirts with a stylish beach bikini.

This look is effortless, comfortable, and incredibly versatile, allowing you to transition seamlessly from sunbathing to grabbing a bite at a nearby café. But how do you nail this summer staple without looking like you just rolled out of bed?

Here’s your ultimate guide to styling your Michigan summer t-shirts with the perfect beach bikini.

Choosing the Right T-Shirt: Fabric Matters

The first step to achieving the perfect beach look is selecting the right t-shirt. Not all t-shirts are created equal, especially when it comes to a day spent under the sun. In Michigan's often humid summers, the fabric you choose can make or break your comfort.

Cotton t-shirts are always a solid choice due to their breathability and softness. Organic cotton, in particular, is an excellent option as it's both eco-friendly and gentle on the skin.

However, if you’re planning to get a bit more active—perhaps some beach volleyball or a jog along the shore—a t-shirt with a bit of spandex or polyester might offer the flexibility and moisture-wicking properties you need. Look for lightweight fabrics that dry quickly and keep you cool.

The Perfect Fit: Loose, Fitted, or Somewhere In Between?

Once you’ve got the fabric down, it’s time to think about the fit of your t-shirt. This is crucial because the fit determines not just how you look, but how you feel throughout the day.

A loose, oversized t-shirt offers a laid-back, carefree vibe. It’s perfect for throwing over your bikini when you’re not quite ready to hit the water or when you want to protect your skin from the sun. For a more tailored look, opt for a fitted t-shirt.

This style hugs your curves and can accentuate your bikini underneath, especially if you choose a t-shirt with a deep neckline or cropped length. However, the sweet spot often lies somewhere in between—semi-fitted t-shirts that skim the body without being too tight or too loose offer the best of both worlds.

Color Coordination: Match or Contrast?

Color coordination is where you can really let your personality shine. There are two main routes you can take: matching your t-shirt to your bikini or creating a contrast.

Matching colors, such as a blue t-shirt with a blue bikini, offer a cohesive and polished look. This approach works particularly well with pastel or monochromatic color schemes. On the other hand, contrasting colors can make your outfit pop.

For instance, a bright yellow t-shirt paired with a teal bikini can create a vibrant, eye-catching ensemble that’s perfect for a lively beach day. If you’re feeling bold, you can even experiment with color-blocking—choosing a t-shirt and bikini in completely different shades that still complement each other.

Patterns and Prints: Playful or Classic?

Michigan summers are all about fun and relaxation, so why not bring that energy into your outfit? Patterns and prints are a fantastic way to add some flair to your beach look.

A classic striped t-shirt can give off nautical vibes, especially when paired with a solid-colored bikini. If you’re in the mood for something more playful, consider t-shirts with tropical prints, florals, or even quirky graphic designs.

Don’t be afraid to mix and match prints as well—just keep in mind the scale of the patterns. Pairing a small polka dot bikini with a large floral t-shirt can create an interesting and balanced contrast.

Accessorizing Your Look: Hats, Sunglasses, and More

No beach outfit is complete without the right accessories. These not only enhance your style but also offer practical benefits, like sun protection.

A wide-brimmed hat is a beach essential. It shields your face from the sun and adds a touch of glamor to your outfit. For a more laid-back look, a classic baseball cap can do the trick.

Sunglasses are another must-have, and the options are endless—from oversized frames to retro aviators. Choose a pair that complements the shape of your face and ties in with your overall look.

Jewelry can also play a role in your beach ensemble. Think minimalist: a simple necklace or a few stacked bracelets can add just the right amount of sparkle without being too overwhelming.

And let’s not forget about beach bags—opt for a stylish tote that’s large enough to carry your essentials while still looking chic.

Layering for the Evening: From Beach to Bonfire

As the sun sets and the cool Michigan breeze starts to roll in, you might want to add a few layers to your beach outfit. This is where your t-shirt can transition from day to night with just a few adjustments.

A lightweight cardigan or kimono can be the perfect cover-up for those chillier evenings. Choose one in a neutral color that complements your t-shirt and bikini, and you’ll be ready to go from beach to bonfire in no time.

For a more structured look, a denim jacket or a cropped hoodie can add an extra layer of warmth while still maintaining a casual vibe.

If you’re planning to head out to a beachside restaurant or a casual outdoor party, consider tying your t-shirt into a knot at the waist for a more fitted look.

Pair this with a maxi skirt or a pair of high-waisted shorts, and you’ll have an effortlessly chic outfit that’s perfect for any summer evening in Michigan.

Footwear: From Sand to Shoreline Strolls

The right footwear can make all the difference in your beach outfit. Flip-flops are a beach staple, but if you’re looking for something with a bit more style, consider a pair of espadrilles or slide sandals.

These options are just as easy to slip on and off, but they add a touch of sophistication to your look.

For those who plan to take long walks along the shoreline, a pair of comfortable, supportive sandals is a must. Look for styles with adjustable straps and cushioned soles to keep your feet happy all day long.

And don’t forget about beach-to-bar transitions—a pair of cute, strappy sandals can easily take you from the sand to a casual dinner without missing a beat.

Beach Hairstyles to Complement Your Outfit

Your hairstyle can play a significant role in tying your entire look together. The key is to keep it simple and fuss-free, as beach days are all about embracing a relaxed, natural vibe.

Beach waves are a classic choice and can be easily achieved with a bit of sea salt spray. Simply spritz your hair, scrunch it up, and let it air dry for that effortlessly tousled look.

If you prefer to keep your hair out of your face, a loose braid or a messy bun can be both stylish and practical. Add a fun hair accessory, like a headband or a scarf, to complete the look.

For those with shorter hair, a sleek, slicked-back style can create a chic, polished appearance that contrasts nicely with the laid-back nature of a t-shirt and bikini combo.

Whatever your hair length or texture, the goal is to embrace the natural elements and let your hair do its thing.

Conclusion: Embrace Your Personal Style

Styling your Michigan summer t-shirts with the perfect beach bikini is an effortless way to blend comfort and fashion for those sun-soaked days by the Great Lakes.

The key lies in selecting the right fabric, fit, and color coordination to match your vibe, whether you're aiming for a laid-back or more polished look.

Pairing your t-shirt with a complementary or contrasting bikini, and finishing with accessories like a wide-brimmed hat or sunglasses, will elevate your beach-ready style. Don't forget about layering options for those cooler Michigan evenings—think lightweight cardigans or denim jackets that add both warmth and flair.

Whether you're lounging on the sand or strolling along the shoreline, this versatile combination offers endless possibilities to express your personal style.

And for those looking to recreate these looks, shopping for Michigan Bikini T-Shirts Online offers a wide range of options that cater to every taste. Embrace the summer spirit and let your t-shirt and bikini duo make a splash this season!