#broken planet zipper

[brokenplanetclothes]

One popular style of men's shorts is cargo shorts.

[sur-i-ki]

My love, mine all mine

(Angst-tober, multi-fandom, un-edited)

Author's note: This is pure angst. There is no bright side. This is it (life sucks rn so everyone gotta suffer)

Ever since you were kids, he's known that your loyalty ends up being a convoluted way for you to hold grudges. The lady at the supermarket who side-eyed your mom? She's never understood why a child stares at her with such loathing every time she goes by. Or the girl who stole your friend's toys, she's never getting in a partner or group project with you or your friend. Or even the time that one boy stole your candy. Your fierce love for yourself and others always led to something.

He knows this. He's seen it. Hell, he's even been at the receiving end of it sometimes, He is also aware of the fact that you can never seem to hold a grudge for long if it involves him. Can't not share your lunches with him after a few days, even though he lost your favorite pencil. Can't not be mad at him for forgetting your birthday present when you were teenagers.

In a sense, he should be grateful for that, because when he finally asks you out after so many years of endless pining, you don't greet him with suspicion or hesitation.

He gets a blinding smile and a hug, along with a yes.

And, he is grateful, truly, but sometimes he wants to see how much he can get away with. But all you do is chastise him and then leave him be.

You can't hold a grudge against him.

He got too comfortable with that fact.

Your nose was running. Bringing a tissue to your nostrils, you blow your nose, then rub your hands together. Standing in the snow with heels and a dress, in a trench coat built more for fashion than insulation, was not how you planned to be spending your Saturday evening. Checking your phone once more, you look at the unopened messages you sent an hour ago. Rage rises in your chest, but you tamp it down, knowing that he's been busy, he's been late so many times now.

Sniffling again, you turn carefully and make a trek back into your apartment. Scanning the entry card, you nod and smile at the old ladies lounging on the chairs.

"Back from your date, sweetheart? Already?" one asks, looking up with a confused smile as you press the elevator button.

Looking off to the side to not start crying, you give the best impression of a goofy smile as you scratch the back of your head, replying,

"He got sick, so we had a raincheck,".

You can see the pitying looks, goddammit, and can't this stupid elevator come any faster. The tiny, stupid morsel of hope in your heart makes you check the messages again, and then promptly ceases to exist as you see the "Read 7:45 pm" on there.

There is a tightness in your chest as you wave goodbye to the sweet ladies while entering the elevator, and think that this is what it means to have your heart broken. Locking the door, you kick off the pretty heels, leaving them at the door. Next are the glittering earrings, left behind at the door-side table. You flick the lights on as you hang the trench coat on the coat hooks, and make your way to your bedroom.

The reflection in the full-length mirror catches your eye, and even though you are stunning, you can't help but feel as though you're wearing the best clown costume on this planet. You reach for the zipper of your navy blue dress and let it slide to the ground. Then you hook your hands into the tights; left in a pile beside the dress as you wear your pajamas.

There are tears blurring your vision.

Off comes the eyeliner that you spent countless minutes and YouTube tutorials on. The black-stained makeup wipe is left on the counter; next to it is the pretty pink lipstick that is left uncapped because you were in a hurry.

You grab a blanket and your laptop, then watch a movie before falling asleep, your stomach growling, never have gotten the food that it was promised.

There is a hand on your shoulder. You wake up, startled, all but to come face to face with the one man you don't want to see right now. His face is a little blurry, so you reach for your lamp as he settles beside you on the edge of the bed. The light all but caresses his face, and his eyes glitter with unshed tears.

Gods above, he was so pretty.

You stare him down, unflinchingly, and he cringes away, coming to rest his hand on your leg.

"I'm so sorry-"

You cut him off with words of your own, the acid tearing at your throat as you say them.

"What are we doing?"

The confused look you get is as good of a mask as it gets. But you've known him for so long, and you can read the undercurrent of hurt in there. But you you know him so well, that you can see the understanding in there as well.

"What?"

Heaving out a frustrated sigh, you wave your hand between the two of you, "This. What are we doing here?"

His brows furrow as his eyes chase your hand before flicking back up to your eyes.

"W-what? Babe, I'm sorry, you know-"

The words explode before you can say anything.

"Yes! I always have to know. This is the fourth date, now." The tears build up in your eyes, and his face contorts in concern, "I-I wore the dress you gifted me for tonight. The one you gave a month ago."

He blinks and opens his mouth, but you sit there as nothing but silence rings out around you. It's more deafening than any words he can say.

You feel immensely small as you say your final piece, sliding your leg away from his touch, "I stood for an hour wearing the heels you like. In the snow. And those earrings you like? Because they always make you stare at me? Those almost froze to my skin."

His hands spasm as he reaches for you before pulling them back and settling them in his lap. His head hangs as you finally catch a glimpse of the flowers he brought. "

Your heart all but shatters as you inch forward, and finally does break as you kiss him. There are years of neglect, not listening, and no understanding behind the kiss. It's all you're hurt.

"One last time." his eyes are red. "Kiss me once more."

And you do, because you've always been weak for him. He tastes of the food you would've eaten, the win you could've drunk, and you reel back.

His eyes are full of guilt.

"I forgot because we had a team meeting..."

"So, you had a night out with your co-workers, at the place we were supposed to go?"

"..."

He nods.

You lower your head in a nod.

"What are we doing?"

The tears are coming full-on now. It's been building for a while now, but you thought you had more time. You understand now that you thought wrong. The missing dates, the conversations that die out five times faster, the ignoring.

You've been dating a ghost. With dreams of-

Well, those don't matter now.

"I never thought I'd be the one to hurt you."

You tilt your head back, looking up to hold the tears off, and reply in a thick, choked voice,

"You never think when it comes to me. Always leaving me."

His eyes flit with confusion before they widen in dawning horror and understanding because your shoulders have a slant in them he's never seen against him.

"I deserve more than this,"

His hands come flying to your face, tilting it down as he swallows,

"Babe? I-I, come on. Let's do, do something-"

You gently hold his hands, cupping them, but slowly moving them away by shaking your head

"Every time I see you, I feel more alone." You stand up, pulling him out, out and away and he follows, as he always does, except you're both crying this time. Because you won't let go this time. This was a hurt too deep, too raw, and you know he understands it.

Another flowery perfume envelopes you and you shut your eyes as you push him towards your door.

"I, I still need you."

Your voice is entirely sad, and whimsical as you speak. You've shattered into a million pieces and the remnants of your anger ring out.

"Every time I wake up reaching for you, you aren't there. You changed me, but the thing is; You gave up. Such a long time ago. And even though you were never there, I-" the tears glitter like the earrings beside you on the table, "The worst part is that even though you were never with me, I still love you."

"I can't anymore. I break myself apart so I can pick you from the pieces and live with that."

He reaches and twirls a finger in the curls from your ruined hairstyle, kissing a piece before kissing your cheek.

"I'm sorry. But, but we can work this out. I'll do better!"

He stands outside the door.

"But that's the problem, isn't it. You won't ever be better. Not for me."

And he knows that this is the last he'll see of you. The earrings, the dress, the trench, he knows these memories will haunt him.

"I can't."

And the door slowly shuts, just like your relationship, because its ending was never a door shutting. It was slow, suffocating.

At least, he knows what would make you treat him like the others.

He just didn't realize how big of a price that was.

"But nothing can capture the sting of the venom she's gonna spit out, right now. Won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?"

Satoru, Suguru, Izuku, Shoto, Itadori, Megumi, Tobio, Tetsuro, Toru, Atsumu, Naruto, Shikamaru, Sasuke

+plus more

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[eqt-95]

a new kind of romance, pt 3

part 1 | s'mores s'mores part 2 | purple purple

👗 zippers

“Kara?”

“Yep?” Kara called over her shoulder, one hand placing the kettle in its cradle and the other fiddling with the top button of her shirt. It was late. Far too late to still be dressed in formal wear but that didn’t stop Kara from accepting Lena’s post-gala offer of tea, blankets, and a documentary. 

Plus Lena promised snacks.

“Can you come here?”

And, really, Kara should have known.

Because Lena’s voice was coming from the bedroom.

Strike that. Because Lena’s voice was coming from the closet of the bedroom. 

So, really, she should have been prepared to turn the corner and come face-to-face with the exposed patch of alabaster skin where a plum evening gown had been sitting snugly over shoulders and back moments before.

And Kara had never before loved the spectrum of purples as much as she did seeing it hang off Lena in that moment (and that included the burgundy-clad legs she’d felt wrapped around her a few short days earlier). She loved it so much her mouth fell ajar, eyes expanded to the size of small planets, and heart jumped straight into her throat.

“I think it’s stuck. Would you-?”

And because Kara’s brain was having a brown out, it took Lena yanking at the half-drawn zipper for Kara to register the very simple request.

Because it was, fundamentally, a very - very - simple request.

Because of course Kara could unstick a tiny little zipper. She was Supergirl, after all. And Supergirl could definitely - definitely - handle this itty bitty tiny late-night conundrum. 

Definitely.

Except Kara’s nod came out strained and legs stumbled all leaden-like and when she tried to swallow it felt like a desert and then she wondered if maybe they should have a cup of tea first because if she was parched then Lena might definitely be thirsty but Lena was looking at her reflection in the mirror with an expression that might as well have been kryptonite because only that could explain the tremble of her own fingers trying desperately to maneuver their grip onto the world’s tiniest pull tab without intentionally - accidentally - brushing the porcelain skin that Kara so desperately - respectfully - wanted to touch and maybe that’s why the sharp whistle from the kettle made her jump and fingers pull, and the tear that followed sent Kara blushing and rambling apologies in broken english and kryptonese because wow now there was like, just so much skin.

“Well, that’s definitely one solution,” Lena laughed, her rosy cheeks a pale challenge to the flush red that engulfed Kara.

“Oh, oh zhao, uh, uhm, R-Rao I mean, oh I’m so sorry-” Kara rambled, stumbling backwards and running into a rack of Lena’s business suits which, timely as they were, all came tumbling down on top of Kara. “Oh golly-”

“It’s really no problem,” Lena laughed, taking the whole catastrophe in stride because of course she would and of course Kara would make it a mess and turn blubbering and foolish and-

“But it was so nice,” Kara continued from beneath an avalanche of clothes. “and you looked so nice and pretty and now-”

“Darling, watch out for the-

“-now it’s all, oh, oh shoot,” because another rod of clothes caved to Kara’s desperate floundering and efforts to avert her gaze from glimpsing - gawking - at the porcelain surface that surely - surely - belonged captured in marble and displayed for all galaxies to see.

And then there was Lena’s hand gripping Kara’s arm and guiding her out of the mountain of pretty clothes Lena wore while a mountain of apologies sat on Kara’s tongue. 

“And your dress,” Kara said again, face the shade of embarrassment and eyes staring firmly at the fixture hanging from Lena’s ceiling. Were those real crystals?

“What about my dress.” A statement, not a question. A challenge, not an accusation.

“It’s… it’s ruined,” Kara continued, hand gesturing blindly toward the tattered fabric she couldn’t see because boundaries. 

“Well, that’s the thing about dresses,” Lena continued, hands climbing to adjust Kara’s collar.

“The… the thing-?” Kara asked, eyes breaking from her safe spot to meet Lena’s gaze.

“They’re meant to be taken off,” Lena winked and smirked and said with a voice that was far too husky and far too effective at turning Kara’s brain to mush.

“Taken...?"

"Off.” 

And, really, Kara should have known. 

Because whatever brown out occurred moments earlier had nothing on the full black out that followed.

- - - - - - part 4 | frosting

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

I bet you say that to all the girls

Summary: Every Friday at 1pm on the dot Joel Miller pays you for 20 minutes to take you apart in the best way before he leaves again. But what if he wanted more?

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. (Sexworker) Reader

Wordcount: 1.8k

Rating: E

Warnings: Pre-Outbreak, Sex Work, oblivious idiots, smut (fem. receiving, protected sex), usual attempt at humour, little fluff

A/N: This was not meant to be so fluffy in the end but here we are. Also we are going to pretend that sex work is legal for this fic because the internet say it is indeed not legal atm

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“He’s here,” you looked up at your door opening, seeing Sam wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes with a scoff. Everyone around here knew that every Friday at 1pm on the dot your first client of the day walked in. 

You didn’t know much about Joel Miller, but you knew he was your favorite part of the week. 

Every Friday for twenty very satisfying minutes you pretended to be someone else, someone who didn’t have to sell her body to pay her bills. And Joel made it easy. There was something about him, how he looked at you, that made you feel like you were the most important person on the planet. 

He broke you apart and put you together afterwards and he wasn’t shy about it. Everyone around your rented room heard how he made you feel

Of course there had been offers from other girls (and even boys) throughout the two years he had been coming to see you, but he only ever wanted you. 

It made you feel more special than it should be, he was paying you for sex after all. Something you still found confusing (not that you were complaining), but men had different reasons to pay a prostitute. Your guess for him was that he was scared of commitment, maybe someone had broken his heart and he did not want to let anyone new in. 

You guessed that just his looks had women around him swooning. If they only knew what he was hiding behind those dark eyes and broad shoulders.

“Tell him to come up,” you said, seeing Sam nod before the door closed again. You walked over to the floor length mirror, looking at yourself. The black see through robe you were wearing left little to the imagination. You didn’t bother with a bra, only wearing a small thong beneath. He once told you your tits were his favorite part about you and if you looked very closely, you could still make out the now faint yellow bruise he left there last week. 

He apologized profusely, knowing about the rule to not leave marks, even offering to pay more. You declined, wearing his mark on your body secretly with pride.

You knew you were fucked when it came to Joel Miller, but you couldn’t care less. A girl deserved to have someone to daydream about every once in a while. 

Joel did not bother with what you were wearing. He only had those twenty minutes, like every Friday, and he used them to their full extent. 

He never ever left you unsatisfied, not like the majority of your other customers. 

A knock on the door and you turned towards it just when it opened and he walked in, all broad shoulders and southern charm. He closed the door behind him, his eyes finding yours. 

“Clothes off, get on the bed and spread those legs for me, sweetheart,” he hummed, his hands already working on his belt. 

You smiled.

“Yes, Sir.”

The satin sheets were cold as you laid on them, your legs spread, your pussy on full display for the man staring down at you. He had pulled off his shirt, the zipper of his pants opened. He sighed, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Hands above your head,” he said, pushing his pants down, revealing his already hard cock. You pouted, but obediently put your hands over your head, your eyes not leaving his frame as he got on his knees on the bed between your legs. 

“Been thinking about this pussy since last week,” he murmured, both of his hands running up your inner thigh. He pushed your legs even further apart as he lowered himself between your legs. 

“Will you let me taste you?” he asked, his brown eyes looking up at you. You only nodded, still surprised that he wanted to eat you out regularly. 

You frankly were dumbolded the first time he asked, first because none of your customers wanted to, and second because he asked every single time. 

Most customers think because they pay you, they are allowed to do whatever they want to you. Which to a point is true, but not Joel Miller. He asked for permission every single time. 

He kissed himself up your thigh, until he lingered with his mouth just above where you were soaked for him. He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing for a moment, before he let his tongue lick through your folds. His dark eyes looked up at you as he tasted you. One of his arms was wrapped around your upper thigh to keep you still. He used the fingers of his other hand to spread your lips apart. 

“So fucking pretty,” he moaned before he pushed one finger in. You sighed, fighting the urge to close your eyes. He kissed your clit before his lips parted and he sucked it softly into his mouth, his tongue moving over it. 

“Joel please…” you moaned. You wanted to touch him, to run your fingers through his hair, to pull him closer. 

“Want you to cum before I fill this pussy with my cock,” he hummed. 

You moaned. 

“What do you need?” he asked. 

“Two more fingers. And… And… Fuck and keep sucking on my clit…” you moaned. 

“Two more?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, three of his fingers pushing into you the next moment. You cried out. 

“So I can take your big cock,” you winked with a small smile. 

He snorted, playfully biting into your thigh, before he moved his fingers. He knew exactly what to do to make you see stars. And you could already feel a familiar tingle in your lower body, your orgasm slowly building. 

“Bet you say that to all the guys,” he said.

You shook your head.

“You’re the biggest I ever had,” you whimpered and it was the truth.

He spit on your pussy, making you even wetter before his tongue flicked over your clit. 

“Cum for me,” he grunted, before he sucked your clit into his mouth, his fingers still fucking you. Your legs were shaking as your orgasm washed over you, Joel’s name on your lips in a silent cry.

You just laid there in the blissful aftermath of your orgasm, breathing deeply as you felt Joel kiss up your body. His hands reaching for your tits, palming them in his big hands. 

“Best fucking tits on this planet,” he groaned and you smiled. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you teased. 

He shook his head, his lips sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

“Never really see other girls' tits,” he promised and you closed your eyes. 

“Maybe you should. So you can compare,” you smiled softly. Opening your eyes you found his face above yours.

“Want to get rid of me?” he smirked, moving his hips against yours and you felt his cock slip though your folds. Fuck, the amount of times you have imagined him fucking you bare. You wanted him to cum inside of you, to fill you up so you had something of him when he walked through your door. 

“You want the answer from the girl you paid for sex, or you want an honest answer?” you asked. He just looked at you, his brown eyes focused on yours. You did not know how to read the way he looked at you after what you said. He didn't give you a chance to think more about it, before his lips crashed down on yours, his arms wrapping around your body to pull you closer. 

His weight on top of you was so familiar, it made you feel safer than it should. You had come to terms with the fact that what you felt for the men you were looking at right now was way more than a little crush. 

Joel kissed you, his tongue parting your lips as he slowly turned your bodies, so you were on top of him. 

“Want you to ride me,” he hummed against your lips and you smiled. Pushing yourself up you reached for a package of condoms on the bedside, opening the little foil package and pulling it on his hard cock. 

“Whatever my favorite customer wants,” you said, tiling your head down to watch as you grabbed his cock. You felt his hand on your wrist and you looked at him. 

“You know you’re more than just someone I pay for sex right?” he asked and you breathed out shakily. 

“Joel…”

He pushed himself up, one of his arms wrapping around your back. His other hand tilting your chin up. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered. His hand cupped your cheek, his eyes focused on yours. 

“Coming here is one of the best parts of my week,” he kissed your nose. 

“You don’t mean that,” you shook your head. 

He said your name and you closed your eyes. 

“I suck at this. Feelings and talking about them and all that shit, but I do know that this stopped being just paying someone for sex a long time ago, sweetheart,” he brushed the tears away from your cheeks that you didn’t realize were there in the first place. 

“But… I’m a …. I’m a whore Joel. Men pay me for sex, how…”

“It’s just a job. Probably pays better than most other jobs,” he tried to joke and you laughed in disbelief. 

“You… You’d be okay with that?” you asked. 

He sighed. 

“If there turns out to be something more between us, then I have to be. You’re worth it,” he shrugged and you shook your head, before you let your forehead rest against his. 

“If there ends up being more between us, I would try to find something else. I don’t….,” you took a deep breath, “I never had a reason to search for something else. And I promised myself that if I ever meet someone, I would stop. I… If I would love someone I want to be with just them and nobody else.”

He kissed you then and you lifted your hips, lining his cock up with you and slowly sank down on him. You wrapped your arms behind his neck, his lips not leaving yours until he was deep inside of you. 

“Can I take you on a date?” he asked and you giggled. 

“You ask all the girls you’re inside in that?” you teased and he grinned, shaking his head. 

“Nah. Just you,” he winked, before he pushed you down against the mattress and began to move his hips. 

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Teeth: Vampire!Hanzo Shimada x Reader

It was like your entire world halted when you saw what lay in the hands of his brother.

It felt as though the planet had stopped turning and physics had started to wreak havoc on your body while the entire world stayed the same. It was like you had been run over - by a car or a train, you couldn’t tell, you were just that horrified. You felt the pain crackle at your heart as though you had been stabbed, your nerves felt like they were lit on fire and drowned in an ice bath. Your eyes burned with unspilled tears, your vision hazy and mind foggy, you felt like you had just been punched in the stomach as the air had all been knocked out of your lungs. Your tongue felt so heavy in your mouth at just the thought of speaking.

Genji stood before you, shoulders once proudly raised now were slumped. His voice was usually so joyful had been dulled and quiet, you could hear the pain he was trying to swallow down climbing back up his throat. In his hands laid Hanzo’s jacket, the zipper broken with some teeth missing, the pockets torn at, the fabric ripped up like an animal had gotten to him.

It was all they could find after his mission turned sour. Talon had ambushed him and left not a single trace of where he was.

How could something like this happen? It was just supposed to be a simple scouting mission. How could something so simple and easy end up with your husband missing with only his torn jacket remaining where he once stood?

Your wedding band felt so heavy all of a sudden, halting you from raising your hands to take the jacket from Genji for a second. You don’t know what willed you into finally taking the jacket from the cyborg before you, but you managed to.

It only made the pain even worse.

It felt as though Genji had just dropped a barbell Reinhardt couldn’t lift directly into your hands. It almost took you down to your knees when you bunched the fabric in your hands until your knuckles turned white and you felt the air snapping out from under your joints.

You tried not to cry, you really did, especially in front of your brother-in-law who was already on the verge of doing so himself. But the longer you stood there holding his jacket, the harder it became to not just drop to your knees and wail and sob in the doorway to your quarters you shared with your now missing - and possibly dead - husband.

Time had passed, Genji had left to give you space, noting that Angela would stop by soon to check up on you.

You had buried yourself in your bed, Hanzo’s tattered jacket still held in your vice-like grip as you drowned yourself in the blankets and your own tears. You wailed, not that anyone could ever blame you, for what seemed like hours. Even when your tear ducts ran dry and you were left hiccuping and sniffling into your pillow, you still whimpered and sobbed softly into your empty bedroom.

The only reprieve you had to cut off the sobs was when you would pull his jacket to your nose or when you would bury your face into his pillow, inhaling the clean scent of his cologne. It took off some of the edge, but it never lasted as you lay there miserable, rotting away in your bed.

Your eyes felt so horribly dry, it felt as though your eyelids had been replaced with sheets of sandpaper, scratching away at your poor irises whenever you blinked. Your poor eyes were so tired, your eyelids lazily opening and closing but refused to stay shut for long. You stared at the alarm clock facing the bed, the big angry red numbers told you that it was way past midnight, taunting you to get some sleep as you’ve neglected to do so for the past week you’d been moping around in bed. Staring at the numbers hurt your head but not staring at them quickly reminded you of why you were like this as Hanzo’s stuff still laid around in the quarters with his jacket still with you. The poor thing was practically worn scentless, or at least you had gone nose-blind to his scent already. Half of it was crushed underneath your weight while one of your hands was firmly wrapped around the collar. You always had a grip on the thing, refusing to let it go for long as though you were afraid it would vanish from existence if you so much as took your eyes off of it.

You watched as the seconds ticked by, watched the colons blinking, watched as the minutes ticked up. In just a few hours it would blare a nasty siren to wake you up and hurt your poor pounding head once again.

Your eyes fluttered, finally starting to feel the pull at the corners of your eyes as sleep had started to claw at the back of your head. You felt heavy all over, finally feeling your body relax into the warm bed just as you finally shut your eyes. You felt your body finally shut down as you drifted off into another dreamless slumber.

Only for your eyes to snap open as you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up. You felt a breeze but heard no sound, a chill wracking down your body hard enough to make you sit up in bed. Your exhausted eyes trailed across the room only to land on your open window with the curtains drawn and flowing in the light summer breeze. Hadn’t you closed those windows the second Angela left you alone earlier?

You felt uneasy still, even as you stood up from the bed on wobbly legs and trekked over to the window. You pulled it shut and made sure to lock it.

Before you could turn around to start back to your bed, you felt a presence behind you; Large and looming and powerful, you felt like you were being watched by a predator. An icy chill ran down your spine as the presence grew closer before stopping right behind you. You felt your blood starting to boil from fear. Was it real? Or was this some sick game your mind was playing on you? Or was it real and someone had just snuck into your room?

You balled your fist and quickly turning around, swinging your hand. Your knuckles stung as they collided with whoever it was, your hand connecting with the intruder before your eyes did. Their entire body was obscured from the darkness, but you could tell they were indeed large and looming behind you, your punch didn’t seem to phase them. Instead, they snatched at your wrists and pinned you to the wall beside the window as you fought against them. You cried, you cursed, you screamed through grit teeth before your back was pressed firmly against the wall.

“(Y/n)!” the voice snarled at you.

You froze, breath hitching in your throat as tears spilled tracks down your cheeks again. You still couldn’t make out shit from how blurry your vision was, but you could make out those two eyes staring right into you, burning a hole into your mind that you would see in your darkest nightmares.

Red.

Their eyes were red, cutting through the dark and looking right into your soul. The whites of the eyes were an even darker red, only making the irises stand out as their pupil were so small and dark.

Your vision had started to clear up, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You could make out the dark hair and the broad shoulders and-

The dual dragon tattoo running down his left arm.

“Hanzo?” your voice was but a whisper, but it reached his ears with no problem.

His grip on your wrists loosened, his shoulders lost their threatened stance, his body became less tense. He finally let go of you, stepping back slightly to allow you to move away from the wall. You just looked up at him, starstruck, eyes wide as tears prickled at the corners. His eyes were still haunting, those red orbs looking right through you as you stood there just staring at him.

“(Y/n), my love, I-”

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself firmly against him. It was like your world had started spinning again, your heart fluttered in your ears, you suddenly felt warm again as tears of joy dripped down your cheeks. Hanzo’s hands found your waist, wrapping tightly around as he brought his forehead down to connect with yours. Your noses brushed against each others, your breath ghosting over his lip, his beard scratching lightly at your skin before you both kissed.

Eyes fluttering closed, one of your hands climbed up to card into his messy hair. Hanzo’s strong hands snatched at your shirt, twisting the soft material around in his iron-like grip. He snarled into the kiss as you tugged at his hair only for you to jump and whimper as something sharp stung your bottom lip. You pulled away, the taste of pennies barely lingered in your mouth as you caught a glimpse of something in Hanzo’s mouth. He looked so ashamed, pulling away when your other hand came up to caress his face before he finally let you push up his top lip with your thumb, revealing was just cut at your mouth.

Fangs. His canine teeth were sharp and long and glistened in the night.

“Hanzo,” you whispered to him.

You knew what they did. You knew what they turned him into. You didn’t need it spelled out for you. He pulled away, his grip loosened on your back. He looked so ashamed of himself for even kissing you. He tried to pull away more but your grip on him didn’t falter. He hated how you looked at him with those eyes, hated how you kissed him, hated how you weren’t freaking out right now.

He was a fucking vampire and you weren’t terrified of him.

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 8.3

I like the furry animal-influenced drawings of the girls in this extra materials. Also makes me more confident in gold as a theme color for Avery (like purple for Verona or red for Lucy). And it's neat that hers have her wind shoes

THE WOOHOO

Avery sighed.  Her breath fogged.  The snow came down in quarter-sized dollops, wet and ice cold, each bit hitting her like a sharp jab with a finger or pen.

I can't tell if there's something supernatural going on, or if this is just what Canada's like, even in summer

Felt good, being trusted.  And when so much of this place felt bad, it was like a much-needed light in a very dark place.

I think Avery has needed to feel competent and trustworthy for a while. Must also be nice that it's coming from older teens she looks up to.

Jessica had described the ruins as being like a cube. The side they were closest to and most familiar with was at the edge of two sides, wet and dark. Close to depression and apprehension. The things that lived here in this cold were well past depression and into grief and despair.

Okay, so I'm picturing this as having six sides, each a different vibe, and the familiar area of the Ruins is wet/dark, and now they're around a vertex that adds in a third side of cold. And each has it's associated emotion. I'm wondering what the other three are? I'm thinking opposites, so dry/light/hot. Those seem less intrinsically wearing down than the three we've seen, but I'm sure that a bleached bone-dry desert would suck in it's own way. Alternatively, if the other sides aren't opposing, I'm betting one is windy.

Then the waifs started appearing. They rose up out of the snow around her. A girl in a bunny hat, a boy with a bike helmet, and a girl with a leather jacket covered in zippers.

I wonder if we'll ever see Gabe or Reagan in there

There.  She had a time-delayed smoke thing, for cover so she could use the black rope.  Little ‘h’ with a curl on the one leg and a cross at the top.

I can't remember what planet that symbolizes, but from the time aspect I'm guessing Saturn

Gabe.  Shirtless, vomit streaked across his lower face, mouth ajar, with a mushroom cut.  Ten or so, skinny.

welp. That's got to be disturbing

“I liked what you said, before we did Jessica’s ritual.  We chatted for a minute or so, we talked about wanting things to be better, to share, to support.  More like friends are supposed to do.”

this is why Avery should be taking point this arc, if they're trying to build connections. I think the Kennet Trio have thoroughly made an impression of strength, what they need now is that genuine desire for connection.

“My best guess is this is Hunt,” Jessica said.

what is this, the Magnus Archives?

Okay, so bullet for hunt and lens for inquisition. And both are broken and wrapped in cord. The third one is a ring with a heart-shaped hole and twisted ends, goes along well with the other two. Love or romance is the obvious association, but I don't get how that fits into a triangle. Maybe binding of some sort? Thinking of a bleak twist on a wedding ring. And it would work as find -> follow -> catch with the other two.

“The Tedds?  America and Liberty aren’t that strong, and their reasons are a bit shallow and stupid, but they absolutely would gun for you.”

aww, I was hoping working together/helping America get out/Toadswallow connection would make them allies

“They hear us.  Do you hear me?  We’ve found you.  You can stop looking now, boy and girls.  Life is a long and empty search…”

diversity win! The incarnation of the Hunt stalking you through the Ruins isn't transphobic

Bangles like the ring encircled the arms and rings were at the finger, and they looked heavy enough that they kept the arms from swinging as the lesser incarnation walked.

maybe rings as representing chains/shackles? Weighing someone down

“Good thing about it being Hunt is it’s about the pursuit, not actually catching,” Jessica said.  “Same for Yearning.”

oh, that's the thematic link. Makes sense with what we've seen, not quite what I was guessing but that's why we have an expert

She expected a firm grab, those rings digging into her arm. Instead, a soft touch on the cheek. Avery stopped running, eyes locked to the figure, looking past the hair to eyes that had stars in them. Yearning smiled, hand resting against the side of Avery’s face.

... I think Avery in particular might be vulnerable to Yearning

Zed remained where he was, The arrow stuck through the sleeve of his leather jacket and attached him to the tree.

not the leather jacket! It's so hard to find a good one, and I'd say it's vital to Zed's aesthetic

“I see the world the Hungry Choir brought me into,” Brie said.

oh that must suck. Every time you need to look closely, see something magical, you see the world reflected through the worst nights of your life.

“Oh.  Sorry.”  Avery felt her face flush.  Zed was mad and Jessica was offended, and Brie had her own stuff to deal with.  She shouldn’t have come.

need to do some work on Avery's self-esteem. It can't be helping that her close friends are better friends with each other, and that her other social interactions are with teenagers who are significantly older

“When she kissed me.  She was my friend and then she kissed me, and asked me to think on it before saying anything.  So I did.  And now we’re together.”

possibly the least helpful queer awakening story for Avery to get guidance from

“I’m trying to improve myself, and become someone better, that attracts cool people, but that feels shaky when we’re currently struggling with half the school hating us.”

I get the teenage (and beyond) fixation with coolness, and I get Avery wanting to improve, and a lot of the areas she's focused on seem worthwhile (confidence, assertiveness). But I think she's underestimating how well being genuine and earnest and kind and gallant will get her. Also, for romance specifically, how far being athletic will get her.

“Yeah.  You could always ask those other students outright, if they want to make a connection.  It’s awkward if you’re leaving, but things can be established long-distance.” “Kind of,” Avery admitted. “That’s more Lucy than me, though.” “Is it?” Brie asked, sounding surprised.

Connections are your whole thing! Take point on this one! Avery has been really good at dealing with people and convincing them to be friendly, or at least not enemies.

And I think her own lack of confidence is sabotaging the group in a way, because it means she doesn't put herself forward for things she would be good at (aside from movement), and lets the other two not notice what she's done

Though I get that the Kennet Trio are currently approaching this as a question of alliances and negotiation, which Lucy often handles, rather than friendship which is more Avery's thing. I just think that approach is a mistake.

“Fernanda?” Brie asked, interrupting.

If she's blaming the Kennet Trio for Laila's death, that could get very ugly. Best case scenario is she likes them for avenging her, but somehow I don't think that's hat's going on.

“And they gently made sure we were already aware you were gay before broaching the topic of your crush on-” “Fernanda?” Avery interrupted.  “Crush?  No.”

...or that. Well. I still stand by what I said

“Verona.  Verona talked to you.”

dammit Verona

[thatmadscientistbitch]

Ok I was gonna reblog without commenting BUT I have no self control so here's some more tips:

1. I find that self threading needles either give out and break super quick or they constantly snag and rip my fabric. If you have vision problems, you're better off using a needle threader like this:

2. I find that the Japanese sashiko method is way better for patching clothes (and it looks super cool!) I usually use this for simple repairs but it's its own art form

https://youtu.be/8-Q9YJR0ntw

https://youtu.be/zph7_sKMjWA

3. When you're buying clothes check the fiber content and PLEASE avoid polyester - I know ppl are about to reply with "I can't afford anything else you ass" but good news! COTTON CLOTHES COST THE SAME AS POLYESTER AND ARE MUCH BETTER FOR YOU AND THE PLANET. Is cotton perfect and unproblematic? No! Is it better than polyester? Yes!

The other reason to buy Cotton is that it's great for airflow (it's "breathable") - meaning it doesnt t trap heat and helps keep you cool. Rayon, linen, and certain wools are also good for this.

Nylon and spandex do not breathe at all but they do absorb moisture really well so you'll feel less sweaty and gross while wearing them and thus feel cooler... Or warmer if it's cold out actually we. These are also technically made of plastic but I digress

Polyester does not allow for any airflow so it traps heat like nothing else (it's literally plastic that has been stretched thin enough to turn into thread). It also releases microplastics into our water systems when washed.

I have a lot more thoughts on this so please. Message me if you're curious (please be curious I love talking about fiber content)

4. Broken zippers are the WORST. There are a bunch of lifehack videos out there for zippers but I haven't tested them so ur gonna have to test the fork thing and report back... You can try to repair them like this:

https://youtu.be/pND6-omqt4k

https://youtu.be/wrSFIWG-mqU

https://youtu.be/OkzVh29lmEU

Or replace them like this:

https://youtu.be/fvNZGlZk49Q

https://youtu.be/1JjNV7m2OGs

GOOD LUCK

Resources for Mending Clothes

We toss out over 80 pounds of textiles each year. These textiles are often made of plastic materials (polyester, nylon), made in unethical conditions, dyed with harsh dyes that often get put into the rivers, etc. Even a single cotton shirt releases carbon emissions and uses tons of water. 

So the best thing to prevent the unsustainable growth of the fashion industry is to make sure that your clothing lasts as long as possible. To do so, mending clothing is a must. So here are some resources to help you learn how to do various things, such as sewing a button, to tailoring clothes, or even upcycling old clothing into new styles. 

* How to sew on three different types of button

* How to hand sew on a patch on a torn pair of jeans

* How to sew up a hole in an old shirt

* How to sew a simple T-shirt

* How to upcycle old clothing into new clothing

* More upcycle and sewing techniques

* How to repair a damaged sock

* How to do an invisible stitch

* 3 different stitches to work with for different results

* How to make a T-shirt smaller so it fits you better

* How to make repairs to your shoes

These are just a few of the things that you can do in order to make sure that your clothing lasts for a long time. Nobody wants to keep buying new clothing, as it is expensive and wasteful. 

So making alterations to your clothing, or fixing small holes hen you see them can be hugely beneficial to your wallet, to garment workers, and to the environment in the long term. 

***

If you like what I write, consider buying from:

My Etsy shop for upcycled bags, jewelry, and crafting supplies.

Or

My poshmark for reclaimed clothing.

[brokenplanetstore]

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[sabitha29]

 Choose the Best Eco-Friendly Non Woven Bag Manufacturers: Protect the Planet in our Styles

As sustainability has become the top priority of a global Comity these days, the most important are the shifts towards eco-friendly non-woven bags products with slowly but spontaneously becoming the buzzword. This newer innovation of eco-friendly non-woven bags provide the perfect combination of longevity, style, and environmental responsibility, making them a necessity for everyone who wishes to keep the planet safe from pillage without foregoing fashionable look. This article further expounds the reasons as to why the non-woven bags shall be the perfect substitute for the plastic bags and how? They save the planet while keeping up with the modern fashion coming in shapes and sizes.

1. What Are Eco-Friendly Non-Woven Bags?

Eco-friendly non-woven bags have been made from non-woven polypropylene fabric, which is recyclable and reusable materials. They differ from woven ones; non-woven bags are made with fibers together bonded by heat, chemicals, or mechanically into a durable but lightweight fabric. The process is energy-efficient and less wasteful, making it environment-friendly.

2. The Environmental/Social Advantages of Non-Woven Bags

Non-woven bags have got their fame primarily because of the low environmental hazards attached to them. Here’s how they are dealing with environmental sustainability:

Reuse: Creating less requirement for using single-use plastic bags. Owing to their biodegradable nature, many non-woven bags are quickly broken down into the environment, hence limiting landfill waste.

Less Pollution: The handling of composite non-woven bags involved fewer emissions than plastic ones, thereby cleaning up the environment.

By adopting Eco: Friendly Non-Woven Bags, consumers may lessen the load of plastic waste and reduce its adverse consequences on the environment.

3. Why Non-Woven Bags Are Better Than Plastic

Plastic bags have virtually ruined the environment-it has been estimated that millions of tons of plastic waste comprise a vast ocean garage that is hazardous to marine life. Non-woven bags are a much greener alternative: they are more environmentally friendly and can be reused several times. A direct comparison is helpful:

Durable: Non-woven bags are stronger and can hold much more weight than plastic bags.

Recyclable: Plastic bags are often thrown away, while a non-woven bag can either be recycled or used for another purpose, thus making it a greener option.

Economical: Non-woven bags have a relatively higher cost. However, once they are re-used multiple times, they emerge as more economical than plastic bags.

4. Choosing the Right Eco-Friendly Non-Woven Bags

So many options can make selecting the perfect Eco-Friendly Non-Woven Bags overwhelming. Some points to consider while choosing the perfect one for you include:

Size and Capacity: Choose the right type with the right size and capacity, whether it might be a shopping bag or one you could want for grocery shopping.

Customization: Several manufacturers, including Adams Carry Bags, give the option for customizing non-woven bags. Add your brand logo or amazing design resources-your personality or that of the business.

Durability: Take a note of the thickness of non-woven fabric. The thicker the fabric, the more optimal in durability it will be and thus will be utilized for long periods.

Handles and Features: Choose bags fitted with handles that lie within your comfort zone-a side zipper would be easier, just in case you want some minor closure for your bag-and pockets that hold small items.

5. Non-Woven Bags for Every Occasion

Reusable bags are no longer meant to be dreary in appearance. Today you’ll find an array of Eco-Friendly Non Woven Bags with colorful designs, patterns and so much more. From the chic, contemporary shopping bags to the boldly colored, everyday tote bags, there’s a Non-Woven Bag on the market which suits every occasion from the supermarket and gym to a weekend away.

6. Adams Carry Bags: Your Destination for Non-Woven Bags

At Adams Carry Bags we have a great collection of top-notch Eco-Friendly Non Woven Bags that are not only earth-friendly but versatile and fashionable also. Browse through our entire range of Non Woven Bags from:

Tote Bags: A spacious bag, perfect for storing grocery and household belongings. Available in an array of different styles and sizes to suit every need.

Shopping Bags: Durable and tough, — perfect for carrying heavier curbside picks without ripping or tearing.

Custom Bags: Get your logo printed on a bag to promote your brand or special event.

All of our beautiful Non-Woven Bags are developed to combine a little bit of earth love with customer satisfaction passion.

7. How Non-Woven Bags Promote Sustainability for Businesses

Using eco-friendly non-woven bags for your business is a great marketing tool to express care to the environment. By giving away eco-friendly bags for its customers, your business will:

Build Brand Image: Customers appreciate businesses that are caring for the environment. This is proof that you stand for preserving our earth by the use of non-woven bags with the logo of your company.

Less on Replacement Costs: Non-woven bags last long and can be reused, thus saving on the replacement of single-use plastic bags.

Customer Base Loyalty: People are more likely to go back to a business that practices sustainable solutions. For those who offer needs-based items, using a long-use and high-quality reusable bag can boost customer loyalty and satisfaction a notch.

8. How to Care for Your Non-Woven Bags

Taking care of your come-what-may eco-friendly non-woven bag is important so that it will last for a long time. Some basic tips for bag care include ones as follows:

Cleaning: Non-woven bags are really easy to clean. A damp cloth will work wonders or they can be washed with hand wash and mild detergent.

Storing: Store your bags in a place free of moisture and, when possible, keep them folded neatly when not in use.

The more you use your non-woven bags, the more you have accomplished for reducing plastic waste-a win-win situation for both you and the planet.

9. Sustainable Shopping in Future

As more people become aware of the impact that plastic imposes on nature, sustainable alternatives such as Eco-Friendly Non-Woven Bags will become increasingly prevalent. While very few are aware, these fabulous bags have extended their reach beyond being simple bags into a movement where convenience meets environmental responsibility. Choosing non-woven bags is not merely a purchase; it’s making an impactful change.

These Eco-Friendly Non-Woven Bags offer a practical, chic, and sustainable alternative for both consumers and businesses. They form a durable, reusable solution, helping lessen plastic waste, while being most useful whenever needed. Non-woven bags made available by Adams Carry Bags cater to various user influences, providing the consumer an eco-captured choice without sacrificing aesthetics or functionality. Let’s save the planet in style and one bag at a time.

[supremehoodieii]

https://brokenplanethood.com/broken-planet-moon-foam-graffiti-zipper-hoodie/

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Cobbler Express Your Premier Shoe Repair Shops

Cobbler Express: Your Go-To Shoe Repair Shop Near You

In the bustling streets of New York City, finding reliable shoe repair services can be a challenge. Your search for "shoe repair near me" ends with Cobbler Express, a trusted name in the industry. With a legacy of excellence and a commitment to quality, Cobbler Express stands out among shoe repair shops for its unparalleled service and craftsmanship.

Why Choose Cobbler Express?

1. Expertise and Craftsmanship:

At Cobbler Express, we take pride in our team of highly skilled cobblers who bring years of experience to every repair job. Whether it's a simple heel replacement or a complex restoration of luxury shoes, our craftsmen handle each task with precision and care. We understand that every pair of shoes has a story, and we aim to extend that story by restoring your footwear to its former glory.

2. Comprehensive Services:

From fixing worn-out soles to re-stitching seams and replacing zippers, Cobbler Express offers a wide range of services to meet all your shoe repair needs. Our shop is equipped with the latest tools and materials, ensuring that we deliver top-notch repairs every time. No job is too big or too small for us.

3. Convenient and Accessible:

Located in a prime spot in NYC, Cobbler Express is easily accessible for those in need of quick and reliable shoe repair services. Our commitment to convenience doesn't stop there; we also offer efficient turnaround times so you can get back to your routine without missing a step.

4. Customer Satisfaction:

Customer satisfaction is at the heart of everything we do. We believe in building long-lasting relationships with our clients by providing exceptional service and ensuring that every customer leaves our shop with a smile. Our dedication to quality and attention to detail have earned us a loyal customer base that continues to grow.

5. Sustainable Fashion:

In a world where fast fashion dominates, Cobbler Express advocates for sustainability. Repairing your shoes instead of replacing them reduces waste and promotes a more sustainable lifestyle. By choosing to repair your footwear, you're not only saving money but also contributing to a greener planet.

Our Services

Heel and Sole Repair:

Worn-out heels and soles are no match for our expert cobblers. We use high-quality materials to ensure your shoes are as good as new.

Zipper and Buckle Replacement:

Broken zippers and buckles can render your favorite shoes useless. Our team can replace these components, giving your shoes a new lease on life.

Leather Conditioning and Cleaning:

Leather shoes require special care. We offer cleaning and conditioning services to keep your leather shoes looking pristine.

Custom Orthopedic Adjustments:

If you need custom adjustments for comfort and support, our cobblers can modify your shoes to fit your unique needs.

When you search for "shoe repair near me" or "shoe repair shops," look no further than Cobbler Express. Our commitment to quality, convenience, and customer satisfaction makes us the best choice for all your shoe repair needs. Visit us today and experience the difference that expert craftsmanship can make. Cobbler Express – where every step matters.

If you looking for shoe repair shops or shoe repair near me visit or contact Cobbler Express!

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[outtooman]

What are the costs involved in building a swimsuit brand?

There are three main costs involved in launching a swimwear brand. These are listed below, and each is further broken down in this article.

1. Cost of Goods (COG).

2. Design, development, and production management.

3. Website and marketing

Cost of Goods

COG's calculation is very simple because it is a formula extracted from the target RRP. COG is a simple calculation of this once you understand the RRP. Some of the factors that will increase or decrease Cog are:

1. Quantity -- The more you order, the lower the price. If you do not meet the normal factory minimum order quantity for fabrics and accessories, then surcharges will be applied to all aspects of the garment.

2. Production Location - Production costs in the EU are about 30% higher than in the Far East. Not just the labor to sew the clothes together, but the trims, zippers, threads, labels, badges, and packaging, which will also be produced in the EU and therefore cost more.

3. Sustainability -- Saving the planet costs more. Currently, sustainable and recycled fabrics cost more than equivalent synthetic fabrics. We estimate this to be around 20-25% more expensive than similar products, but some eco fabrics, such as silk, organic cotton, or merino wool, are significantly more expensive than synthetic fabrics. Do not be put off, although the world is waking up to the fact that we cannot continue to produce goods using toxic chemicals and are prepared to pay top dollar for those goods.

Until you gain enough traction to order the normal minimum and stop paying the surcharge, your profit won't compete with the established brands. Therefore, you need to make sure that you don't simply compete head-to-head with established brands, but offer something unique to make your brand stand out and steal their customers.

Design, development, and production management

You will need accurate CAD designs and very detailed technical packages before talking to any factory or supplier. The technical package must include a bill of materials, grade, trim, Pantone color, purchased fabric and trim, stitching method, and construction. Without this, most factories won't want to work with you. I recommend a swimsuit manufacturer to you, and you can get to know it by yourself. As long as you have the swimsuit sample, you can discuss the details with them through video or in person. When they give you the sample, you can quickly determine your own product.

Whoever designs and creates the design and technical package must know which factory will produce the goods, their capabilities and skill base, and also have a very clear idea of the cost of the fabric, trim, labor, and components, otherwise, your final beautiful picture may not reach your target price.

Website and marketing

The basic plan to sign up for Shopify or woocommerce is $30 a month -- these online storefronts give you basically all the features of e-commerce. Almost all you need to do is upload the logo and then import the list of products you want to sell. It handles all checkout and payments for you (they charge a fee, but so does the credit card machine at your physical store).

Go to Aliexpress and find the item you want to sell. You can use their photos, mark them 2-3 times the price, and list them in your store. If someone buys something from your store, you can go to Aliexpress to make the purchase and send it to your customer's address. This is called direct selling. People do wait 2 to 3 weeks for products to arrive from China to their customer's doorsteps. You only need to set the expected shipping time.

Now comes the hard part, how do you get customers to visit your online store? Facebook ads and google adwords are two popular ways to advertise online. You will have to learn how to use their advertising platform and must understand your target audience. For example, if you sell swimwear, is it men's or women's? Age range? Type of exercise? Wait. - If you spend $1 advertising to a 70-year-old woman in a nursing home, you can imagine that's a loss. This is where a lot of people fail. "If you build it, they will come" could not be further from the truth.

You need to know and anticipate trends in swimwear.  When it comes to marketing and website building, make sure it's done by someone who knows your brand and your target audience. Instead of choosing the cheapest option, look for someone successful in your market. For this reason, we provide website and marketing support for our start-ups, as we see many brands using one agency

Launching a brand is not cheap, but we think the risk of failure and exposure is very low. If the product is good quality, compliant, and commercial, then you should get it back by lowering the price and selling at 65 percent

[shopnsell]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Boys size 3T large bundle of clothes.

[museincarnate]

When Tater managed a momentary glance back to the Mighty Saiyan, she did so just as the Hero of Hope was doing the same at the other male's side; both of Torno's allies seemingly gauging his feelings over the matter, since he was directly a part of the present topic. To his credit, the Royal Commander didn't seem all too offended by the topic being spoken about, as his stoic expression and otherwise regal posture showed no signs of wavering. Perhaps, in his case, he'd grown used to the scrutiny that came with the dilemma, but that mattered little in the moment.

What the Little Rabbit surmised, though, was a notion that both Shuen and Torno shared with her, as even they ruled out the possibility of Ghost, Castor and Pholomena being from the same planet that they came from. Regardless, the Lagomorph's temporary fiddling with her zipper had Rhuba slightly uneasy, as the last thing she said was directly referencing the royal family, and an issue that wasn't truly her business to share with an outsider. Even so, Torno was right there, and he hadn't seemed too bothered, but... Despite his kind treatment of Rhuba and unshifting demeanor, it was clear that the pink-haired girl was intimidated.

When the silence had finally been broken, Tater's sudden vocalization drew a surprised, brief yelp out of Rhuba, and caused her cheeks to turn pink thereafter; slight embarrassment overcoming her, before she hummed contemplatively at the Rabbit Woman's question. "I don't think anyone would take things beyond this sect, since that would be considered treasonous to the peace kept by all of the royal families. Even speaking of ideas like that is grounds for imprisonment, or even exile." The more Tater asked questions, though, the more Rhuba seemed curious as to the reason why all of this was happening in the first place.

"The only drastic ideas mentioned from any sort of rebellious group have been moreso centered on outright wanting to... Um..." Oh dear, Rhuba fully turned herself to look at Torno, as if to ask his permission to speak again on the matter involving his family, and offspring. This time, however, a sigh quickly escaped the Mighty Saiyan, before he would nod. He could try to hide it all he liked, but fatherly, protective instinct slightly took hold.

"... Demand a bout against someone in the royal family, to determine whether or not they're fit to rule, or if they should step down. O-Oh, we're also coming up on the residential district now, so you may get a few stares here and there, since no one like you has really come here before, Tater!"

With Rhuba's quick arrival, the conversation between the two Saiyans and the Lagomorph had little room to continue, but their reassuring smiles towards Tater likely conveyed enough; putting a pin in their praise for her, so that the pink-haired Saiyaness could begin her duties for them. Though, when they were spoken to by the appointed tour guide, they couldn't help but respond, out of courtesy.

"It's nice to be here again, even if the reason why isn't exactly the best." Shuen, ever the optimist, offered his usual grin.

"I agree, but it's a pleasure to see you as well, Rhuba." Torno kept his regal, professional manner of speaking consistent, as one would expect; nothing being forced about it, as he did so naturally.

Tater's attentiveness once Rhuba began speaking about the culture, however, seemed to make the pink-haired woman rather ecstatic; her tail dancing around as the Little Rabbit seemed genuinely interested in what the tour guide had to say. Though, that didn't stop Rhuba from getting sheepish, and Tater's inquiry thereafter, despite her reassurance, caused Rhuba's brows to furrow slightly. "That's... Uh... Kind of complicated." For a moment, she would press her fingers together, as if she wasn't exactly prepared for the question.

"The general consensus about power and weakness are that the greater your power is in our culture, the more opportunities you may have in a choice of occupation. The strongest tend to get a chance to be part of King Opart's royal guard and defensive forces, while those born with lower power levels aren't really deemed weak." She'd pause a moment, before pointing to herself. "I'm not particularly strong, but everyone says I'm important, since my ability was... Well... you experienced it for yourself." For a moment, the Saiyaness would twiddle her thumbs, before managing to get back to the matter at hand.

"I don't know if I'm really allowed to say, but the only issue with power around here is with the royal family, and one of them not having any sort of ability that adaptive genetics would give them. Some people are starting to whisper about rebellion, and challenging Opart's family's right to rule." Rhuba's own tone over the matter seemed rather melancholy, as if she didn't like the idea of something of that notion even happening to begin with; her head, otherwise, slightly turning in Torno's direction, before a soft whimper left her.

She wasn't aware of it, but Queen Chylli had mentioned something similar when Torno, Shuen and Tater had first arrived to the emergency council.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Makeup [S.B]

Sirius Black x plus size!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: a toxic relationship history and a bit of insecurity because of it.

A/N: I did a questionnaire a few days ago to see what kind of reader you would like me to do. This is the first one I do base on that questionnaire and I want to say the following:

The only reason the reader is specified as "plus size!reader" is that if there is someone who fits this description, feel comfortable.

You will never see something like "her FAT body" NO, NEVER

Much less that the One shot revolves around their weight (neither nationality, nor gender identity, nor sexuality nor all the things that they put in that questionnaire). I only write about NORMAL people in normal situations. All bodies are beautiful, we are all beautiful.

So, if you are a plus size person, welcome. If you are not, you can also read it without feeling left out in any way.

I really hope that you feel comfortable with everything I write and that you know that I seek to be as inclusive as possible. Without more to say, thanks for taking the time to read my stuff. Tell me your opinion, if you want!💕

You looked in the mirror one last time.

Sirius, the boy of your dreams, had asked you out on a date and you wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

You had met him because you both lived on the same floor of the condo block and it was inevitable to bump into him from time to time. It wasn't the best place to live, it was small and a little dirty, but it was the only thing you could afford and the fastest you could find after that happened.

You liked the way Sirius smelled because when he crossed the corridors, you could perceive a mixture of leather (you supposed it was due to all the clothes he used of this material) and an elegant cologne that drove you crazy.

At first, it scared you a little to see him with that piercing in his eyebrow and his multiple tattoos, but later you realized that he was really nobody to be afraid of, on the contrary, he turned out to be a very tender and sweet boy.

The first time you spoke to him it was because you were struggling to open your door while carrying boxes and bags that you had brought from the supermarket. The boy noticed you were having trouble and walked up to you to offer his help, so (still a bit wary) you said yes.

Once he held your purchases, you could open the lock, but when you turned around, you noticed that Sirius was secretly looking at the contents of your bags and when he realized that you had caught him, he blushed.

"Sorry I'm a little gossipy," he said shyly "I'm Sirius"

"I thought you were a gossip"

"No, my name is Sirius" he laughed and it was your turn to blush.

"Oh, sorry"

"Okay, anyone can get confused" he murmured with his charming smile, handing you what he was holding in his hands "I live in the 512" he informed you. Of course, you knew he lived in that apartment; you had seen him come into its thousands of times "In case you need anything. You know, some plumbing or things that have to do with tools and that shit of men" he murmured kindly. You frowned a little and then he quickly added "I mean, it's not that girls can't do that and it's okay if you know how to do those things, you seem like a smart and capable person. It's just that sometimes it's tedious and requires strength... and it's not that you don't have strength, I mean...” Sirius couldn't continue because he heard you giggle and then realized he was looking like an idiot “Just call me if you need anything and if you want to do it, yes?” he explained to you and you nodded with a smile.

"Thanks for offering your help Sirius" you replied, looking at him over your bags.

"You’re welcome, miss..."

"Y/N" you completed. He smiled and wrapped a dark curl around his finger that fell unruly from his ponytail.

"I'll see you later then, Y/N. It was nice to greet you" he said by way of farewell and you nodded to respond.

You haven't felt like this with any guy since you met your dear (sarcasm) ex-boyfriend. The insecurities that he had created in you kept you from thinking about having something else later and you honestly didn't feel ready to have your heart broken again.

But Sirius continued to be kind to you. Whenever he looked at you, he made an effort to have a topic of conversation, even if you were not so eloquent, and little by little, he was gaining your trust and your affection. As the weeks went by, you became good friends who chatted in the elevator or occasionally (when you weren't late for work) went downstairs just to share a little more time.

Until one day Sirius showed up at your door with his clothes stained with something that looked like paint, his hair tied up in a messy way and smelling of burned food. He was so beautiful in his own way and you were so afraid of falling in love with him because you knew beforehand that having something else would be impossible.

After all, no boy would ever love you. It was something that your ex-boyfriend had commissioned to get very well into your head.

"Go out?" you asked a little confused after he asked you. You didn't want to misunderstand things.

"Yes! We could go wherever you want. For ice cream, to dinner, to a park, to the cinema... I don't know, wherever you can think of”

"Why?" was the first thing that occurred to you to ask. Now it was Sirius' turn to look confused.

"Well, I thought it would be an opportunity to meet and... spend more time together" he explained and although you had understood the idea it seemed impossible to think that the boy had any kind of interest in you "But it's fine if you don't want to, I don't pretend be upset"

"I'd love to," you rushed to say, fearful that the opportunity would slip through your grasp. You saw him smile and after exchanging a few more words he left with a smile that you couldn't see, but that was pure joy.

Finally, the day of "go out" arrived and you were about to tell him that you could not go. You were nervous, more than nervous you were anxious about what could happen or what he could say about you.

You had searched your entire wardrobe for something decent to wear and after pulling and removing and taking out the clothes and trying them on, none of them convinced you. You looked in the mirror and didn't feel like it was enough of an outfit to date a man as handsome as him. In the first place, you did not even know why he had chosen to go out with you, because, although you considered yourself a nice person, you could not boast of being the most interesting.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, you kept repeating yourself as you continued to get ready and looked at the wall clock waiting for the time for Sirius to knock on your apartment.

Once you were with your outfit ready, you looked yourself up and down and although he did not completely convince you, you decided to tell yourself that you looked beautiful. Still a little nervous you looked at the makeup bag that was under some things on your dressing table. You hadn't put on makeup for years, because you were still scared to hear the comments in your head with that horrible voice.

You look like a whore.

You shook your head to ward off all the negativity and taking a breath you plucked up the courage to open the zippers and remove the beautiful makeup that you had abandoned. When you were finishing and without giving a chance to regret there was a knock on the door that took you by surprise. You went out and found Sirius wearing a striped t-shirt and ripped jeans that reminded you of that blond singer... Kurt was his name?

"Wow" you heard him say and he caught you staring at him adoringly. But you noticed that he looked at you the same "You are beautiful" he said with a smile. You frowned, again a little afraid that he was lying, but you tried again to push away those ideas of self-sabotage and smiled widely.

"I'm glad you like it. You look very handsome, you look like...”

"A rock star? I know” he said winking at you and managing to make you laugh “It's a joke, thanks for the compliment, sweetie” he replied, with his pretty smile of sealed lips. Just when you were smiling at him you watched him pay special attention to your makeup and put on a face that completely terrified you, taking all your confidence.

"Something wrong?"

"Your makeup" he pronounced. You felt your heart squeeze a little.

"You do not like? I can go take it off if you find it ugly or something like that…”

"Ugly?" he asked offended "No! It’s beautiful, but I feel like it lacks a touch. You know, the cherry on the cake that stands out in your eyes” he explained. You looked at him confused for the third time and he snapped his fingers as if the answer had suddenly come to his head "Eyeliner"

"Eyeliner?"

"Of course! Don't you like to use it? " he said kindly, turning his head to the side. You denied.

"I never learned how to do it" you lied. There was a bit of truth to it, but it also had a lot to do with the fact that he kept repeating that you looked vulgar with the eyeliner.

“I'm good at it! Come with me,” he murmured. He took your hand carefully and dragged you gently through the hall until they reached his apartment. You were a nervous wreck when he invited you to join him. "Sorry about the mess, I'm really the most distracted person on the planet and I forget to arrange things," he said with an embarrassed smile. You looked at some vinyl lying around, clothes, food packages, paintings, a guitar. There was a certain peace and beauty within all that mess, completely reflecting the boy who was desperately searching for his favorite eyeliner.

"Come," he asked once he left his room. You sat in a red leather chair he had and he leaned in your direction, very close to your face "Raise your head and look slightly down" he asked you and you listened. He took you by the chin with one hand and you saw him stick his tongue out just a little bit (as a sign of his concentration) while drawing on your eyelids. When he indicated that he had finished you saw him smile from ear to ear, which you imitated when he saw yourself in a mirror.

"Wow..." you whispered. Years ago, you loved putting on makeup and especially eyeliner, so seeing you again like that you were surprised. Besides, he was right, his hand was excellent at it.

"Now it's perfect, right?" he said excitedly. Perfect, that's how Sirius described what was in front of his eyes.

"Yeah... it looks much better" you admitted shyly. You couldn't believe that Sirius could make you feel so comfortable and calm, as well as help you maintain your confidence in yourself.

"I just hope I don't meet jealous guys for not having someone so pretty accompanying them," he said flirtatiously, making you laugh because of your nerves and making you blush "Shall we go?" he asked smiling and extending a hand to help you up.

You looked at him, still amazed to have found someone like that in your life, and took his hand with a smile.

Who would say that sometimes love stories begin like this?

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bleed you dry (m)

pairing: vamp!jeongguk x fem!reader

genre: smut , drabble

rating: 18+

warnings: biting, blood drinking, rough but sensual sex, cockwarmin’!!! , jk kinda has a nonverbal worship kink lol, hand holding, kissing, some dirty talk but not much, creampie, overstimulation (f), reader is jk’s sensitive liddol baby, reader is woozy but this is 100% consensual (so kinda cnc?) , cum play, jk loves reader :( she’s his dumb lil baby, jk and his love for petnames, he jus wants to pamper the reader :(, okay jk’s a lil mean but!!!!!

synopsis: your boyfriend of two years came over for halloween, simply supposing to watch movies and hangout. but halfway through the second movie, he’s feeling lightheaded from lack of eating and you feed him the best way you know how; straight from the vein.

Clearing your throat, you try to shift your boyfriend’s attention from rubbing his thumbs into your hip bones, his lips pressed behind your ear as he kisses over your skin. “Babe, the movie”, you murmur quietly, and you know he heard you; he just chooses to ignore it. 

“Jeon”, you huff out once his nails scrape over your tummy lightly. He chuckles through his nose, kissing your shoulder before pulling away, “Fine, but you smell good”, he hums and you roll your eyes, “You say that all day, every day”.

Shrugging his shoulders, he stands as the first movie ends, heading off to the bathroom. You pick up the fallen popcorn kernels and toss them back into the bowl before heading to kitchen to trash it, popping another bag for the second movie scheduled to start in a few minutes. 

You hear the flush of the toilet over the popping in the microwave and then seconds later, your boyfriend’s hands are wrapped around your waist as he presses his lips into your shoulder blade, his tongue peeking out of his lips to drag across your warm, honey skin.

“Kook”, you sigh out, digging your fingers into the counter when his hips press yours forward into the counter. His cock is semi-hard, digging into your lower back through his grey sweats. “Hungry”, he snarls out, his teeth prodding against your collarbone and it sends a tingle down your spine, mouth dropping open to form an “o” shape.

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten”, you manage to mutter out, hands cupping his that hold your waist. “Too long”, he huffs, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling harshly through his nose, moaning directly into your ear.

You always smelled so fucking good.

“Eat”, you hum the simple word, knowing you didn’t need to say much more to him. His hands tighten their grip on your hips as his teeth sink into your neck, your gasp blessing his ears beautifully.

Jeongguk drinks until his belly is full, until his cock is throbbing with the newfound blood rush. He keeps an ear on your heartbeat, listening to any irregular beat. But he finds he does truly get carried away even sometimes.

“Koo...”, your voice is so small he could barely hear it. Your knees weaken until the only thing holding you up is his grip, the beeping of the microwave distant to your ears. Your eyes flutter and you let out a breathy whine.

That’s when he snaps back, retracting his fangs and licking over the wound to close it before pressing a kiss to the red stained area. “Pretty girl”, he coos into your ear, picking you up and sitting you on the counter to face him, and his cock twitches at the sight.

Your face is flushed, eyes glazed over and lidded... is that a bit of drool on your lips?

Jeongguk swore his cock couldn’t be harder. Well, maybe, with the way you gasp out his name so prettily while he shoves your thighs apart to step between them.

“Wanna hurt you, pretty girl. Wanna see you cry”, he mutters, stroking the skin on your inner thighs while he gazes at you like you’re the most perfect girl on the planet. And to him, you are.

You’re in deep submissive space, he can tell. He knows your body better than do. Knows what to say to soak that slutty little cunt. Knows how to touch and where to press to make you scream. You want nothing more than to be used right now, and he’s more than willing to utilize.

Within the blink of an eye, you’re bent over the couch, ass perched high in the air while the rest of your torso is bent forward, head resting on a pillow.

“Can smell this creamy little cunt through your panties, baby”, he chuckles meanly. “You’re such a fucking slut when I’m bleeding you dry. You like that? That gets your cunt soakin’ baby?”, his mouth is right next to your ear.

“Love it”, you slur out back, brain muddled with the way he’s growling in your ear and kneading your fat ass cheeks between his hands. So much of the soft flesh that it spills through his fingers due to the grip.

Jeongguk was an ass man for sure.

“Of course you do. You’re my good little bitch, aren’t you?”, and when you don’t answer, he smacks the side of your thigh meanly, “Aren’t you”, he growls out.

“Ah! Y-yeah, Koo! Your good bitch, ‘m all yours!”, and he chuckles, not a bit of humor behind it.

He’s feeling mean.

Instead of torturing you some more, Jeongguk takes pity on you, the pathetic fat tears rolling down your cheeks a clear sign of how needy you are. He fucking loves you, but he loves seeing you cry for his cock even more. Sometimes.

Pulling down the pathetic excuse for panties that covers your shining cunt, he sighs when your arousal floods the room, his eyes rolling back at how heavy a impact it had on his senses.

His fingers graze over your cunt, dipping between your folds before spreading your lips. He spits obscenely, making a mess of your nether region.

“Gonna let me fuck this cunt, baby? Look at you”, he tuts, rubbing his thumb on your clit, “Bet I don’t even needa stretch you, you’re so fuckin’ wet”, he snarls, thumbing the button of his jeans open and pulling down his zipper.

Jeongguk’s cock bounces out, leaking precum as he thumbs his head, moaning out lowly. You wiggle your hips back, trying to entice him into fucking you open. You don’t care, don’t wanna be prepped. You want to feel that burn.

You succeed, Jeongguk’s restraint snapping as he slides home, a gasp falling from your lips and a delicious snarl coming from his chest.

“F-Fuck, Baby”, he moans into your ear, his upper body bent over yours. His hips grind into your ass before pausing, Jeongguk’s mouth littering your neck in hickies.

“Lemme taste, baby”, he whispers, nibbling your ear lobe before licking a fat stripe up your jugular. It all hits so differently with the way his cock is buried snugly into your soaking cunt, “Lemme taste you while my cock splits your dumb slutty cunt open”.

You simply nod, unable to get a word out before Jeongguk’s teeth are buried into your shoulder, his hips giving limp seeking thrusts as he drains you a bit more.

Your pussy only gets wetter around his cock, clenching and fluttering cutely while he drinks. Once he’s deemed himself finished, he retracts his teeth and soothes the wound once again, closing it and kissing your shoulder.

Before your fuzzy dumb brain can acknowledge him further, Jeongguk is standing straight, his nails sinking deep into the soft pillowy flesh of your ass, the fat globes being spread apart as he begins to rut his hips into you.

It’s messy and loud, your cunt making lewd wet noises, squelching being heard even through your hazy thoughts. Or lack there of.

Wetness drips onto the floor boards as Jeongguk tosses his head back, all of his nerves on fire from the sugary substance that’s stained his teeth red. His balls clench when you whimper, limply fucking your self back onto him.

But your movements are irregular, you’re exhausted. He takes pity and instead of going for slow and long, he goes hard and deep, fucking his head into your cervix and g-spot all the while toying with your clit.

You’re so, so very close, the last push you need right on the tip of your tongue. And he gives it to you.

Jeongguk lifts your hips off the couch until your feet are dangling off the floor and your face is smushed into the cushions. He fucks you like that, suspended partially in the air and unable to run from his cock.

He breaks a sweat, bottom lip tugged between his teeth and hair sticking to his forehead.

Your back arches violently, a loud drawn out moan being torn from your pretty throat until Jeongguk wraps his large hand around the back of your neck, yanking your torso up until he’s carrying your body, the only thing keeping your feet from touching the floor is his cock stuffed in your cunt.

Cum quite literally spurts out of you, creamy white droplets splattering the floor and his thighs and that’s what sets him off, his balls draining themselves into your cunt until you’re quite literally bloated over, the cum spilling out of you.*

Sliding out of you and laying your limp body back across the couch, Jeongguk stuffs his cum back into your cunt, rubbing and playing with your clit until you’re lazily whining, eyelids too heavy to open and mouth to dry to tell him to stop. You’re sensitive, pretty sure you’re broken.

But he shows no sympathy, continues fucking you with his fingers until you have another orgasm, less messy but so strong that your vision and hearing goes blank, your toes and fingertips feeling like electricity is shocking through your bones.

“Koo”, you whine, voice hoarse and tired.

He relents, mumbling a sheepish and quiet apology before beginning to clean you up, “Just like how messy this little cunt gets. So sensitive”, he mutters almost to himself as he wipes your thighs and folds gently with a warm towel.

“Well next time, control yourself. We didn’t even start the second movie”, you pout. He smiles.

“There’s no way I just fucked you stupid and you’re worried about ‘Blades of Glory’”

“Shut up!”

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* Guys I wanted to write the reader being stuffed so full that it spilled out her mouth but then I realized that’s not actually possible so maybe I’ll write something with shit that’s literally not realistic and ruin everyone with that there. Ok bye enjoy lol.