#bulk band tees

[sophie7492]

Extraordinary Band T-Shirt Outfit Ideas for This Year

Tuck a band tee into a sleek leather skirt, adding ankle boots and a bold necklace for a chic twist. https://www.onlyteez.com/extraordinary-band-t-shirt-outfit-ideas-for-this-year/

[lanejose4884]

Extraordinary Band T-Shirt Outfit Ideas for This Year

Throw on a flannel or denim jacket over your band tee for added edge. https://www.onlyteez.com/extraordinary-band-t-shirt-outfit-ideas-for-this-year/

[kennedyshaina7885]

Extraordinary Band T-Shirt Outfit Ideas for This Year

Transform your band T-shirts into fashion statements with creative outfit ideas. Pair with tailored blazers, chic skirts, or trendy jeans to showcase your unique style. https://www.onlyteez.com/extraordinary-band-t-shirt-outfit-ideas-for-this-year/

[lori11hen2ry]

Band T-shirts In Bulk

Make a bold statement with Oasis Sublimation's exclusive band t-shirt range. Explore their site for customizable options that marry comfort and style, reflecting your unique musical taste effortlessly.

[johnbrand]

Call to Action

William was getting antsy in the airport, crossing his legs and kicking his feet anxiously as he awaited his flight. It had been nearly two months since he had last seen his long-distance boyfriend and the excitement was riling him up. William had been preparing for this trip for weeks now. Everything was packed, the shuttle from the airport coordinated. As soon as he landed he would quickly change from his plane pajamas to a fancier outfit to surprise his true love.

All of this made William bouncy with a child-like giddiness. The two had been lovers since their first year of college, but William’s boyfriend had made it clear early on that senior year he planned to study abroad. Even though this separation was planned and temporary, the young, romantic William had swooned since the day he left. He practically looked the part too, his average, lean build and mousy brown hair perfectly accompanying the lovelorn persona.

Doing his best to distract himself, William grabbed for his phone, surprised to find an unknown number trying to reach him. With nothing better to do, he decided to accept the call. William did not notice all the other men in the airport simultaneously reaching for their phones and answering the same number through their devices.

“Men!” a rugged, masculine voice exclaimed from the other end. “It is our time to rise up to save our country!”

William was not prepared for this sudden call to action, but curious, he remained on the line. He did not realize his decision was already made for him.

“Men should be with women! Men need to become fathers again!”

William’s eyes glazed over at the strong words as the masculine voice continued to spout even more offensive remarks. It was jarring, aggravating to a point that…aggravating to a…aggravating to his dick.

William let the man’s uproar of commands project on, unaware of the small boner that rose from his soft pants as insults were delivered at his masculinity. Each of the man’s statements were absorbed willingly into William’s innermost self, adjusting the poor boy to the expectations of a complete stranger. William’s height rose dramatically, a soft breeze tickling against his shins as his pants rode higher up. His thighs and calves began to fill the empty space as the pants became a starchy material, khakis functional either indoors or outdoors. His shoes too, once cheap sandals, grew larger into massive athletic sneakers that (thanks to his manly privilege) passed as "business casual."

“Straighten out those backs and puff those chests!” the voice urged, and William obliged. His muscles tightened beneath the worn-out tee, which was quickly thickening into a sporty-yet-still-professional polo echoing a more standardized hue. William’s chest, now supported by hard-earned bulk, began to cover itself with little hairs while his entire being broadened and squared. The changes crawled out from underneath the new shirt down his arms, leaving William with tanned, lightly dusted appendages and thick mitts begging for a game of catch on the front lawn. A single finger was graced with a simple silver band.

William’s manhood continually throbbed with the man’s words, pulsing larger with every new mandate ordered upon him. “Your role is to reproduce a spitting-image, not a spitting savage!” William felt himself agree, tightening the typical leather belt that had secured itself around his stronger base. His evolving cock protested the loss of freedom, now a machine for fertilization built for a purpose other than sheer pleasure. “You are a man, so act like one!”

“I am a man!” William repeated, his vocal chords deepening with maturity and testosterone. His jaw squared out with manly aftershave, years brutishly piling onto his body to make him better prepared for fatherhood. William's hair flattened out into a neatly combed shape, a long-practiced art form that matched his weathered, experienced eyes.

“Families and jobs are the priority.” the man signed off. “Father our children, father our country!”

Bill placed the phone down, noticing his flight had just arrived. The 30-something-father watched as the passengers got off, noticing all the proud men with their families. The thought aroused his massive paternal schlong, quickly forcing him to spread his legs to make some room. Bill had just finished a week-long corporate retreat, talking business, the home life, and politics with the other like-minded men out on the greens. Now though, he was excited to get home to the wife and kids. So excited in fact that he had to hear his voice one last time.

“Hey hun, boarding the plane now. Have dinner ready by the time I get home." Bill's command held the dominance and authority of natural masculinity. "Tell the kiddos I'll see them soon, love ya.”

[katsukikitten]

for clarity Hakuji has his human eyes, blue iris and white sclera, normal lashes and no face tattoos but shares a mix of his demon and human form tats. Currently he goes by Akaza in this fic as an alias. Please enjoy ~

You've been hunting down this bag for months, a cute weekender duffle by a designer that had a bit of an agreement with certain stores. Bought in bulk and at a discount because it didn't meet the luxury brands normal standards however the flaws are so small most people didn't even notice them.

You were dying to have this bag.

Especially since you'd gotten a purse in all black by the same brand for a heavily discounted price, the only one in the store and it haunted you enough you woke up early to fetch it the next day.

But as you stand in the store you drove nearly an hour to be in, you frown. Not because of the size oh no it was perfect for a week stay, maybe longer if you used packing cubes, the design just as you wanted it where there were Js in hearts printed into the bag but the pattern didn't overly draw attention. The only problem was the bag was in a soft blush pink and not that dusty pink or black you've seen them use before.

You place it on your cart, debate if trying to find it in ‘licorice’ online is worth the hassle, wonder if you can find those black heart shades you've been wanting too.

“Whatcha got there princess?” The man's voice is smooth, cutting over the ambient music and chatter that you'd toned out. You hadn't noticed him approach, silent footsteps to near you and of course there wasn't a single reflective surface in sight.

But before you can scrunch up your pretty features an arm is presented to you, palm up. Body ghosting yours while he waits for you to take notice of his inky midnight bands on his forearm, three thick lines encircling thick muscle that flexes from his twitching midnight fingers.

“Akaza!” You purr and he adores the sound. Glad he's the one who can disarm you so quickly, “M not dressed to see you.”

Truly you weren't at least not for a…what should you call this? Not really fuck buddies as each meeting didn't always end in sex and there were too few dates between you to be dating. It was more like a situationalship if anything else. A situationalship you held with someone who you were pretty sure was muscle for a notorious mafia head, that his ranking was higher than just a goon. Much higher.

“Not dressed to see me?” There's a chuckle to his voice as he wraps his arm around your rib cage to pull you to him. His scent has a richness about it that always invades your senses. He smelled like fresh air, faint cigarette smoke and a cologne you can't quite pin point.

“Mmhmm I don't even have my lip on.” You pout hiding away your bare face when usually you'd see him with some strategically placed highlighter, mascara and at least lip gloss. Normally in a skirt or dress that hid away some frilly lingerie set in case he decided to unwrap you that night.

Now you weren't sure your plain bra and underwear even matched.

Akaza thought you looked cute in a form fitting black tee with monster girls on the front, paired with skinny jeans that hugged your ass and thighs nicely and black flip flops that made your white toe nail polish pop.

To him you looked sexy.

His fingers gently tilt your chin to look up at him and he's met with the cutest pout he's ever seen. True to your word your long fluttering lashes were bare, your top lip naked with not one single swipe of black lip stain while your bottom was your natural color either on its own or enhanced with gloss or a nude lipstick. Under the afternoon sun and fluorescent lights he can even make out your freckles.

“As beautiful as the day I first laid eyes on ya.” He leans in and kisses your lips, smiling as he does so his natural fangs can catch on your pout. His heart races when you giggle into the exchange.

“Flattery will get you nowhere Mr. Akaza.” You tease, looking into his icy blue eyes fighting off a sigh.

Flattery got him pretty far with you already.

“Hmm.” He hums, grabbing for the only thing in your cart, dark digits wrapping around the light pink handles but your clawed fingers pull it back into the cart. He lets go of the bag, puts the matching brown duffle in your cart too, you look up at him and replace the light creamy brown back onto the shelf. When you go to add the pink one back as well he puts it deeper into the cart and gives the handle a nudge so that you'll keep shopping. Reluctantly and with a sharp cutting glare, you start walking again and he follows.

“Shopping with your friends?” He looks around for a few of the guys he knows dates your girlfriends, doesn't see a single one. No lanky dark haired mop, no sunshine boy, and no scar face either.

“Hmm? No.” You wrap around to the next aisle, futally looking for that duffle in black, before you purse your lips in agitation, moving onto the next aisle that was now lined with hand bags and purses. Maybe a new one would take your mind off of the licorice duffle. It doesn't.

“By yourself then princess?” He watches you eye a mini tote, it's the same brand as the duffle and much larger tote on your pretty body now. You don't pick it up despite it being a dusty pink. Akaza reaches over you and nestles it into the cart, smiling down at you as he does.

“Yes. All by my lonesome.” You sigh dramatically before giggling, “Everyone is busy or out of town. I'll probably have dinner somewhere nice too.”

“By yourself?” He can't keep the growl out of his voice and you dangerously give him your back, looking at another bag.

“Most likely.” You leave it and when he tries to add it to the cart your flaring glower makes his lips pull up into a smirk.

“Lemme join ya for the day then, Princess.”

“No, ‘m fine.”

“I insist, don't like ya wandering around alone. Who knows who might find ya and try to bother you.” He teases, leaning in from behind to press a kiss to your throat, “I'll buy whatever ya want baby.”

“M a big girl. I can pay for my own things. Besides, how did you find me, Akaza?” You've gotta stop saying his name like that, he's gonna keep you forever if you don't. It doesn't help you turn to face him, stalking closer like a cat with easy prey. Until your chest is pressed to his and you're leaning up on tiptoes even in those platform flip flops to purr into his ear.

“So what's it on? Did you sew it into my purse? Is it underneath my car? Or did you download it onto my phone after you made sure to smear my pretty lipstick onto your sheets?”

You pull away before he can answer, innocent smile on your face as you blink up at him cutely, whine to your pretty voice, “But we'll be shopping all day, Kaza and I like to take my time!”

It takes him a moment to collect himself from the whiplash you give him. A smile slowly pulling up his lips as his tattooed fingers brush hair behind your ear.

“That's okay princess. I love taking my time with you, remember?” Letting his thumb come down to press gently on your throat before he lets go altogether, “But if you agree to me coming along just know that every outfit, every bag, every little thing ya look at a little too closely is gonna be in that cart and stay in that cart until we're ready to swipe my card.”

“Your card?” You curl your fingers through the loops of his black jeans, let your thumbs slide under his form fitting black wife beater that clings to his toned abdomen as you trace the hidden bands at his waist.

“My card princess. M not gonna argue about it.”

“Kay!” You lean up and kiss him between the thick twin bands on his throat, turning back and grabbing the cart to push along as you think of where that black bag could be. Maybe a sister store had it or maybe you should try online again.

Meanwhile Akaza smirks behind you as you allow him to be your scary guard dog, at least for the evening. And without a single effort to insist or remind him of your hyper independence he knows you have. He likes it, loves that you give into him even if it is just a little.

That you trust him to take care of you.

The afternoon moves along nicely. Akaza is always a man of his word, pulling out his card at the counter no matter how steep the price. He carries your bags to your car between each trip to every store while he holds your hand with his other until the final trip where he has you leaning against the drivers side door as the two of you agree on where to eat for dinner.

He leans down to kiss you, usually his parting is tender and yet intense leaving you giddy and dizzy until your next meeting but this time it is different. This time he cups your jaw and lets it move to your throat as his tongue slides into your mouth to lick the inside of your teeth, groaning as he does as if he's trying to taste all of you like it could be his last time. Starving that pretty head of yours of oxygen between his own searing kiss and the way he squeezes your throat before he finally lets go. Icy blue gaze boring into yours as he watches hearts form in your eyes before he presses his lips to your ear for a confession.

“I installed it on your phone.”

His mind flashes images of the exact moment his possession grew unstable, uncontrollable. Of you beneath him, fucked out and mewling his name, tenderly holding his hand while the other clawed his shoulders to shreds. Of you in his shower, giggling as you clung to him before he could fully step in, wetting his body with your suds before helping him wash. Of you lying next to him, giving such a cute smile before you reached out to caress his cheek with such a heavy sigh.

“Because the idea of any man seeing you the way I do makes me violent.”

[brainr0t-landfill]

🌃Mercurial

ghoap x male reader

Chapter Five: Restless

"It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways"

-Hozier, It Will Comeback

Running brings about a sick kind of fun.

It's like the allure of sticking forks into power sockets, like the charm of placing thumb and index finger on each side of a wound, gently pulling to see how deep it goes, how much it will hurt.

it's late at night when Johnny shakes you by the shoulders, ripping the blanket off of you. You're awake laying in the bed by yourself face stinging in the places you picked at your brows and skin you're cold and worse, you're guilty. 

"He's 'ere!"

His sounds relieved like the world has tilted on it's axis and sat just right.

Johnny looks at you again and again, runs his rough hands over your body, presses on your ribs and feels your pulse before you can even speak.

"Wha's goin on?"

You ask trying to feign being sleep drunk. Simon's comes into the room and drops the keys you had left on the coffee table on your bare chest.

"Windows wide open! Front door unlocked! What the fuck were ya thinking?!"

He rips his mask off and tosses it somewhere in the room, his face is sunken ,a butterfly stitch on his cheekbone, eyes like the dead pinning you to the still-cold bed.

"Ya could've been robbed! Kidnapped! Have you lost your damn mind?!"

He growls and it finnaly clicks that they're both swinging, drifting between who they had to be just a few short hours ago and who they can be here, now. It feeds a certain part of you that takes pride in being yelled at, being scrutinized because it means you're noticed, it means you enrage. But you understand that the tension in the room doesn't come from a place of hate or judgement but rather concern, care. It makes you feel awful for neglecting something that had been so important to them since before you were even a thing; your safety. On the other hand it's nice to get a taste of Soap and Ghost every once in a while.

You live on the run, money drains quickly and health declines quicker but it keeps you almost guilt-free and always on edge. Razor sharp, summer coat shedded and winter coat thicker than ever.

Just now do you realize how comfortable you were when you lived with Simon and Johnny because you seek out fear like your life depends on it, you get up and check the door everytime there's a noise, you go through your belongings every time you come back from work to see if they've been messed with. You know full well you're not worth chasing for this long, it's been a weeks, your burner phone doesn't have a calender but you have a vauge understanding that it's been that long, they should be home by now, you hope they're well.

You make a point of not thinking about their reactions when they came home and you were nowhere to be found, phone dead and all your belongings in place, you don't want to imagine the recycled heartbreak in Johnny's face, you don't want to think of Simon seeing what your not-so-recent well behaved behaviour for what it truly was a ploy, an act.

Which feels false when you know you enjoyed those months of peace much more than any period in your relationship, when they got you back from the cabin and slowly got you settled back home, restrictions erased the more trust-worthy you were, bounderies thought over and re-establised. İt granted you ample space to be you in the realtionship, to be demanding, aware, equal.  The pain of hurting them eased by them hurting than healing you. The temporary peace period where you let yourself have the comfort, the warmth of their love in bulk for you'd be without it, for years to come if you were successful.

You don't deserve warmth, and you foolishly though you could just take a peek through the door.

You wonder if they think you've been kidnapped, you wonder if they finnaly accepted that's it better for them if they cut ties with you, you wonder if your belongings ended up in the trash or the local goodwill or if Johnny's wearing your old band tee to bed, you wonder if Simon's gotten himself a new mechanic to maintain his car, you hope he has.

Sometimes you think about settling ,about finnaly accepting that you're not worth the work it takes to hunt for this long, sometimes you want to relax and stay for a bit longer and sometimes -shamefully- you dream of being found again, brought back home; because that's what it is and that's what it will always be. It's easy to convince yourself that the road is your home when you're living like this, untethered and nihilistic but you can't help the longing you have for the music Simon would put on before bed, the framed happy pictures on the walls, Johnny's cooking after a hard long day at work, you know the orange light spilling out of the windows now through the crack between patterned curtains, of the warmth when the three of you lay together.

It's nothing but longing you remind yourself , you don't have a place there anymore, you never did.

You hop from town to town not thinking, not feeling, not hurting or at least you try to and you press salt on the fresh wound by conjuring up images and phantoms of them when there is none.

[ispyspookymansion]

art theft includes album covers. at least could you be properly transformative before stealing... and not charge 20 per bulk order 2 buck tshirt. nothin punk about that

i get what you’re saying, but merch of established symbols/images/motifs is and has always been a staple of the scene? im hardly stealing someone’s livelihood when i sell a patch of an album cover from paramore or the used. i dont and wouldnt sell something “stolen” from a small local band or something that directly rivals a small artists own product (ie they sell a patch of this too). other thing is that all the tshirts i make i quite literally screenprint (with screens i emulsified, burned, and stretched by myself) in my apartment hunched over on the floor, then clean up with tiny brushes to fill in gaps and imperfections, iron to heat set, and pack myself. $20 is a fair price to cover the time of labor and the price of a tee ^_^ if you dont think so, you dont have to buy one, its okay!

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Badger-A-Go-Go 1989 College Rock / Indie Rock / Power Pop / Avant Garde

I don't think that comps like this really get made that much anymore, either physically or digitally, but all throughout the 80s, 90s, and probably up until the ~mid-2000s, it seemed that nearly every American city, sizeable suburban cluster, and college town had had some sort of snapshot made of its own locally eclectic independent music scene at one point that you could pick up in that locale's own record stores. People who put these things together may not have realized what vital artifacts they'd end up becoming later on down the line, but with this Badger-A-Go-Go CD from the now-defunct brick-and-mortar shop that was Atomic Records—which also operated briefly as a label—we get a nice, little document of what was bustling in late 80s Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Now, inevitably, when you sift through local comps of this type, not everything is gonna slap. A bunch of local bands end up staying local for good reason, and Milwaukee is no exception; a lot of this music, with 35 years of hindsight, is really not that much to write home about. And even though some of these bands did end up making decent names for themselves—Plasticland appeared on a comp from pioneering indie label BOMP! Records; Die Kreuzen were on Touch and Go; and E-I-E-I-O landed on Frontier, which had been home to bands like Circle Jerks, Suicidal Tendencies, American Music Club, and T.S.O.L.—the fact of the matter is that every song that appeared on this album was an exclusive. And that certainly makes this thing a must-have for any die-hard completist fan of any of the bands that are on here, but it's also something that usually suggests that each band didn't contribute any of their A+ material, either.

But with all of those caveats, we still nevertheless appear to have a couple gems on here—one from a band called Dummy Club and another by a group that goes by the irreverent name of Couch Flambeau.

It might strike some as odd for a psychobilly band from anywhere in the US to actually find the bulk of its success in a place like Germany instead, but that appears to have been the case with Dummy Club. Founded in '82, they would end up making their only release in '85 on Berlin label Zensor, and then would make their final appearance in '89 on this very comp, before breaking up and then later re-forming as the Psycho Bunnies. Here, with their amphetamine-fueled and punky Americana sound, they deliver "The American Way," a shouted anthem that not only ironically proclaims that the quote-unquote 'American way of life' actually stinks, but it also smells! 🇺🇲👃😫

And then Couch Flambeau, who both Discogs and RateYourMusic seem to bill as a punk band, deliver something that doesn't actually feel all that punk in "Helvetica," a dynamic piece of flowy indie rock with a wacky and off-key, childlike lead vocal that definitely sounds inspired by lo-fi outsider king Daniel Johnston.

Apparently Dave Grohl has professed himself as a fan of Couch Flambeau too, and guess what? If you actually visit the Atomic Records website, where the business still operates as an online storefront, the first thing you'll see on there is an old pic of Dave playing at a show while wearing an Atomic Records tee! And being that today was the first time that I actually visited their website, I thought that maybe they had just put it up as a joke recently in light of Dave's recent news (he just had a biological kid outside of his own marriage!), but apparently it's been up there for a while now 😅.

Anyway, always love digging into these comps that reflect the arts and cultures of specific pockets of the country from a certain point in time. Most of these kinds of albums expectedly don't end up bearing much fruit, but it's still worth it to learn about local scenes and find a couple sweet and obscure songs along the way 😎.

Highlights:

Dummy Club - "The American Way" Couch Flambeau - "Helvetica"

[somescenecatholic]

HIII!!! Just saw n ask u sent 2 someone else abt how to dress nice and still scene to Mass and, while I’m not catholic, my nearly 2 years of dressing weird n going to mass may help!! My go to is usually a pair black dress pants (maybe a pleated skirt if I’m feeling saucy), a dress shirt- maybe w/ a little pattern or cool color (or nice jacket zipped over a band tee), just a few bracelets (I go to 3-6 on each arm but I also wear long sleeves- if it’s short sleeves maybe 2-3), 1 or 2 necklaces that aren’t too out there (I don’t wear any perlers when I go just cuz the bulk of em might be distracting- usually just rainbow pony beads and one I made w/ my name on it), just ur hair (I don’t find myself goin for barrettes all that much but if u like em prolly keep it to one or two), and just a pair of converse (doesnt rly matter if there’s beads on em tbh I’ve done with and without and it wasn’t an issue). basically what I do is scene but less (which is like- not the point of scene but it still looks neet w/o bein too distracting/disrespectful) hope this somewhat helped !! Sry if this is barging into a conversation or anything ajxjfjsjf (also sry this is so long wow I talk a lot ajzkfjsjcndnz)

BRUH THT HELPS A LOT TYYYY

And dw homie its fine! :DDDD

[shirtsbargain]

OMG, it's freezing! Winter fashion time!

Hey you! Just stepped outside and nearly turned into a popsicle! Got me thinking about our winter wardrobes. Are you ready for this fashion download? 

Layering life 

Dude, remember when we tried to leave the house in just hoodies?  Mom was right (don't tell her I said that ). Layering is where it's at!

- Start with that old band tee (you know, the one with the holes )

- Chuck on a sweater (the uglier the better )

- Top it off with a jacket (more on that in a second)

Boom! You're a human onion!  (But like, a stylish one )

Wholesale Jacket jellies 

Okay, it's wholesale jacket time! These are the real MVPs of winter. Without 'em, we'd be human icicles! 

Puffer jackets: Marshmallow realness

Have you seen these? Like walking around in a duvet! Perfect for those "I can't even" days. Plus, if you fall, you bounce right back up!  #winning

Wool coats: Fancy schmancy

When you want to feel like you've got your together, strut down the street like you're in a movie! Just don't spill your coffee on it. Dry cleaning bills = 

Parkas: Snowpocalypse ready

For when winter is more "Day After Tomorrow" than "Winter Wonderland" So. Many. Pockets. You could survive the apocalypse with all the snacks you can fit in there! 

Leather jackets: Cool factor 100

Wanna look tough? Leather's got your back. But maybe save it for those "warm" winter days. You know, when it's only slightly below freezing! 

Teddy coats: Actual hugs

Remember Mr. Snuggles, your old teddy bear? He grew up and became a coat!  Warning: May cause spontaneous naps in public. 

Shearling jackets: Urban lumberjack vibes

For when you wanna feel rugged, but the only wood you're chopping is your IKEA furniture.

Bulk Hoodie love 

Bulk blank Hoodies are life! Perfect for:

- Netflix binges 

- Hiding from the world 

- Pretending you didn't just roll out of bed (we know the truth)

Boot scootin' 

Winter boots = non-negotiable. Unless you want toes that match your blue jeans! 

- Combat boots: For kicking winter's butt! 

- Fuzzy boots: Like a hug for your feet 

- Chelsea boots: Instant rock star status  (even if you're just going to Starbucks)

Accessories or survival gear? 

Don't forget the finishing touches!

- Beanies: Bad hair day saviors 

- Scarves: Wearable blankets 

- Gloves: Touch screen friendly, because how else would you text me? 

That's the scoop, bestie! Winter fashion = looking hot while it's freezing! Stay warm out there, you stylish snowflake! 

P.S. If all else fails, just stay in bed until spring. It's a valid fashion choice. 

[eldritchsurveys]

1205.

What kind of pants did you wear today? >> Black shorts.

How old is your television? >> I don't remember how old the television in the living room is. Three, four years?

Do you have a laptop or desktop? >> I have one of each. When did you last talk on the phone with someone? .

Are you currently sleepy? >> I am not.

Do you own any television series box sets? >> I have American Gods season 1 on DVD and that's it. Unlike my peers, I don't really feel a need to collect physical media, which is great because I can't afford it anyway (that AG DVD was a gift).

Have you ever been in a fight with your best friend? .

When did you last receive a hug and who was it from? >> Can Calah hugs me all the time, idk. The last meatspace hug was... eh, who knows.

Was the last movie you watched a horror film? >> It was (Dead End).

Do you own a lot of tee shirts? >> I do, they're the bulk of my wardrobe. Honestly, I don't really know what else to wear. Blouses and shirts and suchnot are too fiddly and it's too hard to find ones that I like and that look good on me.

Do you plan your outfits ahead of time? >> I don't, it's pretty easy to quickly cobble together an outfit from my wardrobe so there's no need for planning ahead. Have you ever spent the night in jail? >> I have not.

Would you say you’re a bad influence on others? >> I have never heard this from anyone. As far as I can tell, my influence on others is nil.

Do you handle pain well? >> I don't know what it means to handle pain "well". There is no universally good way to handle pain -- I know people love a stoic but being unable or unwilling to express pain is counterproductive to getting pain treated, soooo... Have you ever been so nervous you threw up? >> I have no idea what that must feel like.

Where is your favorite place to go when you’re depressed? >> I don’t wish to go anywhere when I’m depressed. Because of the depression. Y'know.

In high school, were you in trouble a lot? >> I was in the psych ward a lot. Kind of the same thing, since it really did seem like I got thrown in there whenever I did something "bad" as opposed to out of actual concern for my health.

Do you enjoy your hairstyle? >> It serves.

Do you have long hair or short hair? >> Short.

How much make up do you wear on a daily basis? >> On a daily basis, I don’t wear makeup.

Do you have a leather jacket? >> I do not.

Do you have weak upper body strength? >> I have mediocre upper body strength, I guess.

Do you think hugs are awkward? >> They can be.

Do you think facial hair is gross? >> Not as a rule. Would you ever dye your hair an unnatural color? >> I am not interested in dyeing my hair at all. If I want a fun colour, I'd just get a wig.

What color was the last cup you drank from? >> White with yellow inside. Have you ever been to the zoo before? >> I’ve been to a few zoos.

What instruments do you know how to play? >> I don’t know how to play any instruments.

How late did you stay up last night? >> I think I fell asleep somewhere around 23:00. How late do you plan on staying up tonight? >> 23:00 is the average time I go to bed.

Have you ever done hard drugs before? >> "Hard drugs" as a phrase doesn't mean anything to me. I have done a variety of drugs, and that's that.

Has anyone ever been weirdly obsessed with you? >> I have never thought that about anyone.

Do you own a Snuggie? >> I do not.

What is your favorite band of all time? >> My favourite band is Zeal & Ardor, despite the fact that they seem to be leaning away from making the kind of music that spoke so deeply to me.

Would you consider getting a tattoo any time soon? >> Of course I'd consider it, if I had that kind of money.

Are you afraid someone might steal your identity someday? >> I have no fear of this.

Are there any paintings on your wall? >> I have a couple of art prints, but I don't know if any of them are paintings, per se.

What movie did you last watch with someone? >> Lisa Frankenstein.

Are you afraid of airplane rides? >> Not at all. I am very fond of airplane rides.

What do you think is the best smell in the world? >> I cannot choose one. I love a lot of smells for different reasons.

If you’re reading a book, what page are you currently on? >> Page 268 out of 310. Do you think people are intimidated by you? >> I’ve been told that by people in the past. I don’t really know what it means but I do know it doesn't sound as flattering as people probably think it does, and I certainly hope I never have to hear it from anyone again.

Do you have a job you like? >> I do indeed like not having a job.

Have you ever lived with a roommate before? >> I have only lived alone on one occasion, for less than a year.

Do you like candles? >> Some candles, sure. What is something you lose often? >> my goddamn mind

What will you be doing in the next ten minutes? >> I don't know, maybe I'll look at tumblr for a bit before I go shower. Although, eugh, the font change makes me want to hurl. How old is your oldest sibling? .

How many scarves do you own, if any at all? >> I don't remember. A few. Where did you last sleep? >> My bed.

Do you have Netflix? >> I do not, I unsubbed from that corny shit ages ago. I use Flixtor.to, or Tubi or Gomovies.sx in a pinch.

Do you enjoy dancing? >> I certainly do.

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Affordable and Stylish: Customized T-Shirts in Bangalore

In the bustling city of Bangalore, where fashion trends evolve as rapidly as the technology sector, finding that perfect blend of affordability and style can sometimes feel like a treasure hunt. However, there's one fashion staple that never goes out of vogue and offers endless possibilities for personal expression: customized t-shirts. Whether you're looking to make a statement, promote a cause, or simply showcase your unique personality, custom tees are the way to go.

Bangalore, known for its vibrant culture and diverse population, is a hub of creativity and innovation. It's no surprise then, that the city is home to a plethora of options when it comes to customizing your wardrobe. From quirky prints to intricate designs, Bangalore offers something for everyone.

One of the key factors that sets Bangalore's custom t-shirt scene apart is its affordability. In a city where cost of living can sometimes be high, finding budget-friendly fashion options is always a win. Many local vendors and online platforms offer competitive pricing without compromising on quality. Whether you're ordering in bulk for a corporate event or just treating yourself to a single custom creation, you'll find options that fit your budget.

But affordability doesn't mean you have to sacrifice style. Bangalore's custom t-shirt vendors are known for their attention to detail and commitment to staying on-trend. Whether you prefer minimalist designs or bold graphics, you'll find plenty of options to suit your taste. Plus, with the ability to customize everything from fabric to fit, you can ensure that your t-shirt is not only stylish but also perfectly tailored to you.

Customized t-shirts aren't just about fashion; they're also a powerful form of self-expression. Whether you're showcasing your love for your favorite band, expressing support for a social cause, or immortalizing a memorable moment, your custom tee tells a story. In a city as diverse as Bangalore, custom t-shirts serve as a canvas for individuality, allowing each person to stand out in their own unique way.

So where can you get your hands on these affordable and stylish custom t-shirts in Bangalore? Look no further than Vil Fashion. With a wide range of options to choose from and a commitment to quality and affordability, Vil Fashion is your one-stop-shop for all your custom clothing needs. Whether you're shopping for yourself or looking to outfit your entire team, Vil Fashion has you covered.

Ready to elevate your wardrobe with customized t-shirts that are both affordable and stylish? Head over to Vil Fashion today and start creating your own unique look.

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Rustic Elegance: Styling Tips for Your Brown Leather Biker Vest

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Rustic Elegance: Styling Tips for Your Brown Leather Biker Vest

Adding a Brown Motorcycle Vest to Your Wardrobe

Nothing beats a brown motorcycle vest for adding rustic appeal and adaptable flair to your daily ensembles. This unique piece of clothing, synonymous with the open road and adventure, may fit into your regular outfit and add style. Understanding how to blend its boldness with your other wardrobe choices will enhance your look without overpowering it.

With its diverse color pallet of light tan to deep espresso, the brown motorcycle vest gives several fashion options. Its neutral color makes it ideal for layering over various shirt colors and patterns. It goes well with a white t-shirt, dark denim pants, and robust leather boots for a daytime style. This outfit is fantastic for weekend outings or informal meet-ups with friends because it balances comfort and edginess.

With a few stylistic changes, this vest might stand out in smart-casual. Wear fitted chinos and a sky blue or pastel pink button-down shirt instead of jeans. The rugged vest and elegant dress form a dramatic contrast that will elicit compliments. Brogues or loafers in suede enhance elegance.

The brown motorcycle vest shines on cold days when layering is essential. Layer it over a fitted, lightweight sweater or long-sleeve henley for warmth without bulk. It warms you and provides texture to your clothes. The vest flatters the body’s natural lines by softly cinching the waist and widening the shoulders.

Adding a brown motorcycle vest expands your options. A bulky leather watch or exquisite silver or gold jewelry can complement the vest’s material. The vest looks great with heavy knit winter scarves or light, airy spring scarves, adding color or design. Keep accessories simple to highlight the vest.

A brown motorcycle vest is valuable and stylish. In many designs, multiple pockets provide adequate storage for your phone, wallet, and keys. The vest’s style and usefulness make it an excellent pick for fashionistas.

A brown motorcycle vest adds personality to your regular attire. With patches, pins, or embroidery, the vest can be personalized to match your style and interests. Personal accents like a band logo, vintage pin, or custom embroidered pattern make the vest stand out from off-the-shelf options.

Try different textures and fabrics to enhance your vest-centric outfits. Pairing the vest’s leather with wool, cotton, or silk creates a visually appealing, refined texture contrast. Layering is practical and stylish in fall and winter, so this method works well.

Beyond seasonal wear, a brown motorcycle vest can be worn in many circumstances. For an edgy, laidback look at a music festival or outdoor event, pair the vest with worn jeans, a vintage rock tee, and combat boots. To dress down the vest for dinner or nighttime gatherings, wear it with a black turtleneck, slim-fit slacks, and Chelsea boots. This mix is sleek and sophisticated while keeping the vest’s toughness.

Finally, adding a brown motorcycle vest to your wardrobe shows the potential of multipurpose, striking pieces. Its versatility from casual to dressy, day to night, and season to season makes it an essential closet addition. Mixing and matching with other clothes and accessories, playing with textures and colors, and adding personal touches, the brown motorcycle vest can become a wardrobe staple that reflects your style and fashion sense. Dressing this garment with balance, originality, and a little daring can help you navigate the world with confidence and style.

Tips for Maintaining Your Brown Leather Vest

A brown motorcycle vest is more than simply a timeless piece of clothing it’s a piece that can last a lifetime with proper maintenance. This vest’s color, texture, and longevity, frequently made of high-quality leather, must be maintained. Leather, a natural material, needs care, like fine furniture or shoes. Cleaning, conditioning, storing, and repairing your brown leather vest requires numerous processes.

This journey begins with frequent cleaning. Your leather vest’s wrinkles and folds can trap dust, filth, and grime. To remove loose dirt, wipe it with a soft, dry cloth. Use a slightly wet cloth to remove difficult spots without soaking the leather. Distilled water is essential since tap water may include minerals that discolor leather. After cleaning, let the vest air dry away from direct heat to avoid leather cracking and drying out.

Leather must be conditioned after cleaning. Leather conditioners prevent cracks by moisturizing the substance. Choose a leather conditioner and apply a small amount on a soft cloth to gently rub it into the vest in circular motions. This nurtures leather and restores its natural oils lost to the outdoors. The vest should be conditioned every few months or more often if worn frequently or in harsh situations.

Another essential maintenance step is weatherproofing your brown motorcycle vest. Water and leather don’t get along, so a water-repellent product can help protect your vest from unexpected rainstorms. UV rays might damage your vest’s rich brown hue when in the sun keeping your vest out of direct sunlight while not in use can reduce this risk.

Storage is an often ignored yet crucial component of leather vest upkeep. To avoid creases, hang your vest on a wide, padded hanger when not in use. Avoid plastic covers, which trap moisture and cause mold and mildew. Instead, use a breathable cover or store the vest somewhere cool and dry. If storing the vest for a long time, pack the armholes with acid-free paper to keep it in shape.

Wear and tear might cause scratches or tears in your brown motorcycle vest. A soft cloth can buff out minor scratches, but more extensive scratches may require a leather repair kit. Have a professional leather repair service fix tears or significant damage for optimum results. Repairs are practically unnoticeable since these experts match leather color and texture.

Be careful when customizing your leather vest. While personalizing a vest with patches, studs, or other embellishments is popular, avoiding damaging the leather is essential. Do not pierce the leather; holes can let moisture in and weaken it. Use leather-safe adhesives.

Knowing your vest’s leather type can affect its care regimen in addition to these methods. Leather, from full-grain to suede, has various cleaning and conditioning needs. Learn your vest’s material to choose the best care products and processes.

Finally, regular maintenance will keep your brown motorcycle vest in your wardrobe for years. A consistent care routine, regular wear checks, and rapid spill and stain removal can prevent minor concerns from becoming significant. Maintaining leather allows it to age gently and develop a patina that adds character and depth.

Caring for a brown motorcycle vest is about keeping a piece of history, a symbol of freedom and adventure that becomes more personal with each wear. Through regular cleaning, conditioning, careful storage, and prompt repairs, your vest may demonstrate leather’s eternal beauty and durability.

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Bulk Rock Tee Orders

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Gareth's Great T-shirt Sale, 2009

May 19th, 2009

THANK YOU LOADS TO EVERYBODY WHO BOUGHT A TEE FROM ME. THEY’RE ALL PACKAGED UP NOW AND WILL BE POSTED OUT TOMORROW MORNING, AND THEN I WILL GO TO THE TRAIN STATION AND BUY A RAILCARD AND I WILL THINK OF YOU ALL. THANKS A LOT!!

Basically, I have a ridiculous number of band t-shirts. This can be attributed to a number of different things, such as:

Period of years where I chose band t-shirts over having a personality.

Student loan.

Getting really drunk at gigs, and buying everything.

I would now like to get rid of some of these, for the following reason:

I kind of chilled out a bit.

Not as buff as I once was, and some are a bit smaller than I’d like now.

Lots of them never fit in the first place because (as previously mentioned) I was too drunk to check the size or something.

Some are different colours to what they looked at the time/on the internet.

Basically just don’t wear them anymore.

I was going to ebay them, but I thought I’d rather see if anyone here was interested in them first. I hope nobody has any objections to me re-selling these t-shirts. Please rest assured they were bought with love and I at one time or another (most still, actually) thought these bands were awesome.It’s just now I have too much junk and not enough space, and I need a new pair of jeans and a new Young Persons Rail Card. Want to get a three year one, like, so I can use it after I’m 25.

Super Furry Animals – S UNWORN. The Drips – S UNWORN. The Drips -S UNWORN. Goxxip – S UNWORN. Story: Nathan gave this to me when we hung with them in France last year. Bit yellow for my pale skin, bit small. An Emergency – S UNWORN. Hidden Cameras – M Girls Story: I have no idea what I was thinking when I bought this. Actually, I was really drunk and me and Pete had just danced onstage with them.

Mouthus – M UNWORN. Story: Dun like orange. Herman Dune – YL (would fit S)

Numbers – L UNWORN. Story: TOO BIG!! KRS CONFUSED MY ORDER, BUT I WAS TOO LAZY AND DROWNING IN GOVERNMENT LOAN TO SAY ANYTHING AT THE TIME!! Gay Against You – M Story: I don’t remember even buying this. Sleater-Kinney – M Story: Really like this one, actually. I’m being ruthless.

Gay Against You – L UNWORN. Back Detail Mika Miko – S UNWORN. Story: Doubler. Foals – S Casiotone For The Painfully Alone – S Story: My Dad bought this for me when he went to see CFTPA. Bit small. UNWORN. Wavves – M UNWORN. Story: Got real drunk and bought this at same time as Neil. Don’t REALLY like the whole Wipers design thing. Neutral Milk Hotel – S The Blood Brothers – S UNWORN. Story: Don’t like red that much. Modest Mouse – M Story: This one’s about 4/5 years old. Good condition though. People at school used to think it was a Marilyn Manson one. Telepathe – S Story: I really wish this one fit me. Maybe I should just diet instead. The Blood Brothers – S Story: I really wish this one fit me. It’s that clingy fabric though, and I’ve got a gut. Hefner – M Les Savy Fav – S Amoeba Records – M UNWORN. Sleater-Kinney – M UNWORN. Back Detail Story: Bit bright for my maudlin disposition. The International Pop Underground – S Story: This t-shirt is awesome. I might have to reconsider. Bearsuit – S Godspeed You! Black Emperor – S Back Detail Polysics -S Story: Really like this one! Got it at Cardiff Barfly, from one of the best gigs I’ve ever seen. Foals – S Slumber Party – M WORN ONCE. Story: Really liked this, but wore it to band practice once, and Ellen thought it was a Smashing Pumpkins tee  Deerhoof – S Sufjan Stevens – S Pavement – S UNWORN. Story: Off internet. Wasn’t the colour it was meant to be. Health – S UNWORN. Adam Green – S Story: This one’s really old. If anyone buys anything else and wants this one, you can have it for free.

How does £5 a go, sound? Some are cheaper, but I’ll mention that if/when people buy stuff. Bulk discounts available. £1 postage, each?

ALSO, with every purchase, I will send a mix CD, based loosely around the theme of Shagging, or Dying. Your choice.

Thank you for reading. Any questions, please email ROMANCEISBORING@GMAIL.COM. More photographs available on request. Cheers!

Gxo