#cargo pants manufacturers

[jimmyjeanssupplier]

How to Create Cargo Pants for Your Brand

Creating cargo pants for your brand can be a rewarding venture, offering versatility and style to your product line. Whether you aim to design cargo pants for women and men, plus size options, or bespoke pieces, the journey requires careful planning and execution. Here’s a step-by-step guide to help you design and produce custom cargo pants for your business.

1. Market Research and Target Audience

Understanding your target audience is crucial. Are you designing cargo pants for outdoor enthusiasts, urban fashionistas, or a specific niche market? Conduct thorough research to identify trends, preferences, and demands in your target market.

2. Designing Cargo Pants for Your Business

Start with a clear vision of what you want your cargo pants to represent. Sketch your designs, focusing on the functionality and aesthetics. Consider elements like pocket placement, fabric type, color, and fit. Remember, cargo pants should be practical and stylish.

3. Choosing the Right Fabric

The choice of fabric is vital. For durable and comfortable cargo pants, opt for materials like cotton twill, ripstop, or denim. Each fabric offers different benefits, so select one that aligns with your brand’s identity and the intended use of the pants.

4. Custom Made Cargo Pants

Offering custom made cargo pants can set your brand apart. Allow customers to choose their preferred colors, pocket styles, and fit. This bespoke approach not only enhances customer satisfaction but also adds a personal touch to your brand.

5. Inclusivity in Sizing

Ensure your cargo pants are available in a wide range of sizes, including plus size options. This inclusivity broadens your customer base and caters to a diverse audience. Fit testing on various body types can help achieve the perfect sizing.

6. Custom Cargo Pants with JIMJEANS

Partnering with JIMJEANS can elevate your cargo pants collection. JIMJEANS specializes in creating custom cargo pants that meet high standards of quality and design. Their expertise in the denim industry can be invaluable in bringing your vision to life.

7. Wholesaling Cargo Pants from JIMJEANS

For brands looking to scale, wholesaling cargo pants from JIMJEANS is a smart choice. They offer competitive pricing and reliable production capabilities, ensuring you receive high-quality products in bulk. This approach is ideal for businesses aiming to expand their inventory efficiently.

8. Finding the Best Cargo Pant Manufacturers in China

China is renowned for its manufacturing capabilities. When searching for the best cargo pant manufacturers, look for those with a proven track record, quality certifications, and positive client testimonials. JIMJEANS stands out as a reputable cargo pants manufacturer, offering both bespoke and bulk production services.

9. Quality Control and Prototyping

Before mass production, create prototypes to test the design, fit, and durability of your cargo pants. Conduct thorough quality control checks to ensure each piece meets your standards. This step is crucial in maintaining consistency and customer satisfaction.

10. Launching Your Cargo Pants Collection

Once you have perfected your designs and established a reliable manufacturing process, it’s time to launch your collection. Utilize social media, fashion blogs, and e-commerce platforms to promote your cargo pants. Highlight their unique features, custom options, and the quality craftsmanship behind each pair.

Conclusion

Designing and producing cargo pants for your brand involves a blend of creativity, market understanding, and reliable partnerships. By following these steps and leveraging the expertise of manufacturers like JIMJEANS, you can create a successful cargo pants line that resonates with your target audience and stands out in the market.

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[mysticfoxdesigns]

Tell me, why I find longer pockets on short shorts, THAN ON PANTS

[sharonallen246]

List of Travel Friendly Pants That You’ll Need This Year – Alanic Clothing

These pant styles are highly utilitarian as well. Therefore, if you want to include such pants in your store.

[freddycartr]

actually fucking losing my mind over how kai, whenever he sees that cinder is uncomfortable does anything he can to make her more comfortable. like when he bought her silk gloves because he knew she didn’t take her gloves off & that she wouldn’t take them off in front of him. he literally apologized when cinder is mortified that he saw her medical records, “you were a fugitive and i needed to know more about you and i... i'm sorry.“ we see her internal thoughts, “she squeezed her eyes shut. she'd seen the diagram of her cyborg implants. every wire. every synthetic organ. every manufactured panel. thinking about it made her feel nauseous. she couldn't imagine what someone else would think when they saw it. what kai must have thought.” he realizes that it is a big deal to her and apologizes. when she shows him her retina display in her eye, he calls it brilliant, and gets her consent before removing her wrists from her face. and not to mention this beautiful scene, “a tingle traipsed down her spine at how he was studying her, almost in childish awe, and how he was so close, and how he was still holding her wrists. he seemed to realize it at the same time. his expression changed suddenly, and she knew he wasn't looking at the retina display anymore, or even her synthetic eyes, he was looking at her.” and not to mention, at the end of winter when he tells cinder, “i don't care if you wear military boots and cargo pants. i just might. good.” he understands that she does not like wearing dresses, and wants to make sure she’s comfortable.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Grey Zone 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, age gap, bullying, toxic parental figures, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your parents has never been good, and that with a family friend takes a strange turn(goth!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: I'm tired of being sick

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

You prefer the opening shift. Finishing early gives you extra motivation to make use of the rest of the day. Yet that morning is slogging by like wet sand. You still have an hour left before you’re free and even then, you have hours of studying to catch up on.

You enjoy your work, short of the occasional unpleasant customer. The shop is slow despite its location in the mall, but that’s expected with its niche catalogue. The New Age collection often attracts curious eyes but few purchases. The candles and jewelry sell most often, more marketable to those in the market for a gift or ‘just looking’.

You lean on the counter, doodling with a pen on a strip of receipt paper. Little stars and a crescent moon. The mall is starting to get busier as lunchtime approaches. You twirl the pen and look up, only realising then that you have a customer.

You drop the pen and quickly flit around the counter. It’s a good thing the manager is only in on evening shift. You approach the man perusing the bucket of discount crystals and slow as you recognise the back of his slicked hair. Really?

“Mr. Hansen?” You sputter in surprise.

He turns and smiles at you, a stone in his hand, “hey, little lamb,” he greets coolly, “fancy meeting you here.” You squint as he laughs at your cynical stare, “sarcasm,” he scoffs.

“Oh, uh,” you go to cross your arms but resists, instead hooking your thumbs into the chains attached to your black cargo pants, “are you looking for something?”

“Besides you,” he winks as he drops the stone back in the bucket, “they don’t have the hair gel I like at Carmine’s. Apparently they don’t manufacture that scent anymore. So I was wandering around and I just stumbled in.”

You nod and watch him reach into the bucket and pull out a small shard of lapus lazuli, “you got any Carnelian?”

“Carnelian?” You furrow your brow, “uh, I don’t know. Probably not in there…”

You turn and stride over to the shelf of labeled stones; those ones with a better natural shape or cut. You search the tags and find a small canister of orangish red stones, smooth and ovular; some opaque and few with patches of translucence. 

Lloyd stops beside you, close. Too close. He tends to do that. He crowds you in without realising it. You hold out the container.

“You like crystals?” You ask with an edge of doubt; you didn’t expect he would be into that sort of thing.

“Eh, I’m intrigued,” he takes the canister and examines it, “you know, after you showed me your cards, I was reading around. It’s kinda neat, this stuff. You know, I don’t really buy into the mystic shit but it’s fun.”

“Ah,” you nod. Most people have that opinion. It doesn’t bother you. You’re more pragmatic than dreamy. You accept that you have no control over the world, but you don’t believe there’s any force around that does.

“You got cards here?” He shakes the crystals as he lifts his chin.

“Uh, yeah, just over there,” you point to the other wall.

You back away and go back to the counter. You just need some space. In such a small shop, it’s easy to feel suffocated. He goes to the shelf of tarot cards and you languish in the silence of his perusal.

“There a difference between these things?” He asks.

“No, not really. Just the look.”

“Ah,” he accepts and spins on his heel. He approaches the other side of the counter and places down his purchases. The crystals and a deck of cards with a Roman mythology aesthetic. “Just these.”

You ring him through and he plays with the necklaces on the small rack next to the till. He tilts his head as he examines a piece of amethyst attached to black cord. He lets it dangle and reaches into his back pocket. He presents his card and you pass over the machine.

“When are you done?” He asks.

“Um, in an hour,” you answer.

“Hmm,” he nods as the machine accepts the transaction, “got the whole day ahead of you.”

“Kinda,” you wait for the printer, “want a receipt?”

He shakes his head, smiling at you. You take out a small black bag and put his things inside, sliding it over to him. As he takes it, his hands brush yours.

“Don’t work too hard,” he says.

“Er, sure, thanks,” you eke out awkwardly, “have a good day.”

“Going well so far,” he smirks before he turns away and struts to the door. 

He looks back and you raise your brows at him, perturbed. He finally leaves and you let out a breath. You wonder if he knew you worked there or if it’s as deliberate as it seems. 

You take out your phone and lean on the counter as you key in Carnelian. You don’t know much about the stone and you can’t remember anyone ever asking about it. You nearly choke as you read the description; ‘Carnelian is great for increasing sexual energy…’

Is he trying to embarrass you? Your mind lists to a couple nights before when he sat on your bed. It all seems a bit much, a bit too calculated. You just can’t find the punchline to go with the set up. 

🖤

Meghan shows up to take over for the afternoon. You leave her, intent on your mission. You’ll get your matcha to go and head to the library for your study session. Studying at the cafe had proven too distracting last time.

You get in line, flicking through your phone as you shift with the bodies ahead of you. You hear a rabble behind you as a large group enters, clustering at the end of the queue. You tuck your phone away as you recognise a voice and keep your chin down. You shrink down, hoping to go unnoticed in the busy cafe.

“Oh, look who’s back again,” Shania guffaws, “it’s the dead girl.”

You don’t look back. You have as much right to be here as them. You don’t know why she’s so pressed. There are other coffee shops and no reason for her to associate with you. High school is over. This isn’t the cafeteria, there is no cool table.

“Hey, Morticia,” Kaliana comes up on your left-side, “thanks for saving us a spot.”

They try to push in ahead of you but you step up, blocking them. You keep your head straight as Shania jostles you from the other side. At least this time you don't have anything for them to dump on you.

“Don’t be uncool, face paint,” Shania snarls, “know your place.”

“Go away,” you mutter to your boots.

“I can’t hear you over all that metal,” she reaches out and tugs on your nose ring. “Speak up, little girl.”

“I don’t know how you breathe around that snot catcher,” Kaliana chortles.

You shake your head and cross your arms. You step back and wave to the space in front of you, “fine. Go ahead.”

They girls laugh. They sound like hyenas. As they go to step in front of you, Shania cries out and liquid splashes over her shoulders, dripping down the front of her baby pink crop top. She puts her hands up and turns to face the culprit.

“You loser–” She yipes.

“Didn’t see ya,” Mr. Hansen’s voice brings your eyes up, “watch where you’re walking.”

“What? Me? You–”

“Look, I don’t need some knock off barbie shrieking at me so zip it,” he spits.

“Excuse you! You can’t talk to me like that.”

“I can and I am,” he snickers.

“Ew, you creep, get out of here,” Kaliana steps up next to Shania, “No one wants to hear from you or your dirty porn stache–”

“I didn’t ask, pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” She sniffs.

“Flip, flap,” he motions to his chest with a mean smirk, “if you’re gonna go out in a shirt like that, you could at least put a few socks in your bra.”

“Ugh, you perv–”

“Trust me, you’re the last thing that makes my dick hard,” he curls his lip.

“Whatever,” Shania blusters as she pulls the wet fabric away from her chest, “Kal, let’s go.”

The girls stomp off and you stare after them. Hansen puts down the empty cup and chortles. He turns to stand parallel to you, “well, I don’t know who’s drink that was but I hope they don’t mind.”

“What?”

“Oops,” he shrugs, “so what are we drinking, babe? Hmm. You seem like you got a sweet tooth. White mocha? Caramel?”

“Uh, no–”

“Wait, wait, dark chocolate, that seems more your speed.” You shoot him a look and he meets your eyes. He smiles and tilts his head, “kidding.”

“I can get my own drink,” you insist.

“I’m sure you can, but I want to get it for you.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeats.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re not answering me,” you sigh and move up to the counter.

“I don’t know, you make me wanna do nice things,” he says and faces the barista, “black coffee and whatever she wants.”

You hesitate but take your cue. You order your matcha latte and he taps his card. You clamp your lips together. Does he think you’re pathetic? That you need him to pay for a tea?

You go to wait by the order window and sway impatiently. You grip the strap of your bag and stare out into the mall. Hansen leans into you, brushing his arm against you.

“So, couple of bitches, huh?” He says.

“What?” You whip around to face him.

“Those girls.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. We went to school together…”

“Figured,” he shakes his head, “they’re only jealous. Girls like that, they don’t know how to feel anything else. Always a competition.”

“Hm, I guess.”

“Not like you.”

You glance at him then to the counter. You just want to get your tea and leave. You tap your fingers on the strap of your bag.

“So, the lake house,” he changes the subject, “what do you think?”

“Uh, dunno,” you watch the barista at the steaming espresso machine, “dad didn’t say anything.”

“I’m not asking about dad. You ever been to the lake?”

“Which lake?”

He chuckles, “now who’s not answering who?”

You shrug and cross your arm over your chest, rubbing your shoulder. Your order is up. Before you can move, Hansen puts his hand on your lower back, ushering you with him to grab his cup as you claim your own.

You pull away from him as you leave the shop. He keeps pace with you as you try to figure out a way to nicely get rid of him. You didn’t expect to run into him twice. How reappearance convinces you it’s less than coincidental, but would he really wait around the mall just to bother you?

“I should go study…” you say at last.

“Study. Boring,” he comments.

“Maybe but… I have to.”

“Oh, do you always do the right thing?” He prompts.

You don’t know how to answer. You turn the hot cup in your hand as you walk along the mall corridor. 

“No, I don’t know, I…”

“A good girl like you, always doing what you should but never what you want to do,” he says, “did you ever even ask yourself what you want?”

“I.. I don’t know what you mean.”

“You want to what? Study boring books? Get a boring degree? Get a boring job?” He continues, “all so one day you can live in a boring house with a boring husband? And have boring kids?”

“I– I never… I’m just going to school.”

“Because? Because you never thought of doing anything else. Of anything fun. I’m fun, sweetheart.”

You blow across the lid of your tea and taste it. It’s good but you find it hard to enjoy. Not with him there. Not with your mind racing.

“I like being boring,” you say at last.

He snorts, “sure you do. You're whole look screams boring. Well, let me know when you’re really bored, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything you never knew you wanted.”

You peek over at him. His eyes are on you, his cheek dimples. He raises his cup in a toasting gesture and turns on his heel. 

“I’ll be waiting,” he tosses over his shoulder.

You stop and watch his smooth gait. His confidence is almost intimidating. It’s as if he knows things you don’t. You turn away and continue towards the south entrance. Boring is just fine, boring is safe.

🖤

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Your father’s voice carries through the wall.

“Ah, don’t you get fucking rude with me,” your mother slurs back, “fuck you, Ray. Fuck you!”

It’s not unusual. You’ve heard the same argument over and over. It doesn’t matter what starts it, it’s always the same. They yell until they’re hoarse, they slam doors, and in the morning, they act like nothing happened at all.

You put your earbuds in and turn up your music. You know how to tune them out. If you’re good at anything, it’s at shutting out the world around you.

You lay down and close your eyes, holding your phone against your stomach as you mouth the lyrics. You just want to fall asleep but the anxiety of knowing they’re fighting keeps you awake. You just need to wait it out.

Your phone buzzes but you ignore it. It’s probably just an email or another notification trying to make you spend money. You focus on the layers of the music; the strings, the percussion, the vocals. Your phone goes off again.

You raise it and open your eyes, the screen fuzzy as your eyes adjust to the darkness. You tap the speech bubble that signifies a new message. The number is private.

‘Getting packed?’ The message reads. You have no idea what it means. You send back, ‘wrong number’. Three dots pop up immediately.

‘No it’s not.’ The answer comes swiftly. You return a question mark and nothing else.

‘You’re going to need a good jacket for the lake house.’

You rub your forehead and sit up. You key in, ‘Mr. Hansen?’

‘The one and only.’ He confirms. How did he get your number? ‘If you don’t have one, we can take a shopping trip.’

You don’t get it. What does he want from you? You know the way he is, you’ve heard the way he talks about other people, you hear the stuff he says to your dad. Their friendship at most is acrimonious. Is this a ploy against your father?

‘I have a jacket. I’m sleeping. Good night.’

You lay down and turn onto your side, keeping the ear bud from slipping out as you put your phone beside your pillow. It lights up with a new message. You close your eyes. You lay in the storm of your nerves. You have to check. You reach for your phone and read the screen.

‘No you’re not’.

You don’t understand. How would he know? He’s bluffing. You won’t entertain his little games, he’s just messing with you. Just like everyone else.

[riddlemethisjeremy]

[Xeno entered the atmosphere of Earth, landing his space ship gently off the coast of what was once Toronto. As Xeno prepares to enter Earth's atmosphere - he doesn't require a suit, as his planet has a similar atmosphere, and it would be incredibly difficult to manufacture a space suit to entirely encompass Xeno's form comfortably and in a skintight fashion - his ship bleeps.]

LIFE FORM APPROACHING ! LIFE FORM APPROACHING ! LIFE FO RM APPROACHING ! LIFE FORM APPROACHING ! LIFE FORM APP ROACHING ! LIFE FORM APPROACHING ! LIFE FORM APPROACHI NG ! LIFE FORM APPROACHING ! LIFE FORM APPROACHING !

"What do- A sentient life form?" Xeno asked the mainframe.

YES, A SENTIENT LIFE FORM.

Xeno's many eyes blinked, dumbounded, and he frowned, scuttling over towards the computer, "I didn't think there were any of those left on this planet?" Xeno stated, trying to identify what exactly was approaching his ship, "Aren't the humans extinct?"

I'M NOT SURE; A SENTIENT LIFE FORM IS CERTAINLY APPROACHING YOUR SHIP!

"Is it a human?" Xeno's eyes widen in surprise and elated curiosity, "I'm going to talk to it."

I DO NOT ADVISE THAT COURSE OF ACTION.

Xeno clicked a couple of buttons on his computer, and the hatch to his space ship opened slowly, the hydralics hissing as air rushed in through the open air.

XENO? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I SAID NO.

He trotted down the ramp that had automatically deployed under the open door, looking around for the human he'd seen. He caught the shock of chestnut brown hair first, a much brighter shade of brown than anything else in the ghost-town that Xeno had landed in. The crumbled ruins of high rises and other buildings that Xeno had not spent enough time researching to know what they were called littered the area, all hidden under a layer of gray-white dust - all except the human who seemed surprisingly clean in its bright yellow sweater and blue denim cargo pants. The rim of its vision-enhancing-goggles were shiny, but the lenses were horribly fogged up in the brisk air. Xeno's second layer of fur was struggling to fight off the bite of the chill, so he had to wonder how the nearly hairless human could survive.

The human's eyes widened as it saw Xeno, and it stopped approaching, taking a shaky step backwards. Xeno frowned, fighting hard to remember his lessons in human language. He knew the language fairly well, having always been able to grasp at the finer points of linguistics across many of the ancient alien cultures he'd been forced to study, but he was pretty patchy with it, and wasn't entirely sure how to address the human.

"Stop, please, I mean you no harm!" Xeno called out, "I- I've got homework and you can help, please."

The human stopped, staring quietly at Xeno, "Will you take me out of here?"

"Absolutely, you can stay with me if you want I- There's room in my ship."

The human considered this for a moment, then nodded softly, "What's the assignment?"

Xeno grinned, motioning back up to his ramp, "Let me show you."

[consumable-clots]

Dell

"Male", he/him, 165cm, Hyperdyne Systems 120-A/2

Role: Medical officer/biologist

Assignment: Special Research Vehicle - Solaris

Backstory:

Although Dell is the same model synthetic as Ash, he was made in an earlier round of releases. Minor differences in software/hardware specs means his capabilities also differ slightly.

He was brought on to the Solaris, a W-Y and 3WE funded special research vessel, as part of the early test run of synthetic officers on long-haul flights. Their medical officer had just retired and they needed a replacement.

Dell incurred some manufacturing defects, he was put on watch in case there was significant damage instead of being destroyed outright. His issues were deemed minor and so he was put on the B-grade product catalogue. It was Jude Wilheard, the Solaris' chief engineer's idea to check the cheaper synthetics.

Personality and mannerisms:

As a crew mate he's well-meaning but dense. Unlike Ash, he's very wary of the crew's health and safety, but also easily moved to action by their collective bravado and impulsiveness. (there is no voice of reason on this boat, sorry)

He is terminally curious but lacks situational awareness, often leading him into trials and tribulations ranging from walking into doors to getting caught in fights that he could have avoided.

A bit too willing to trust humans and has a hard time recognising red flags. He's also skittish and easily shaken and has a tendency to stall/freeze up in unfamiliar situations. Which means he often gets into trouble and can't get himself out.

He has a one-track mind and dedicates himself to his work and enjoys learning about alien lifeforms (very much not aware that he's in a horror movie world.)

The speed of his processing is slightly below target for his specs and is noticeably slower than the current models. Due to the less than stellar comments from the company's product testing department, he underestimates his abilities and is often unsure of his own judgement. He's also a bit of a people-pleaser and wants all humans to like him very much, is easily manipulated, and becomes frustrated quickly.

Participating in human activities is a key part of his daily life, and he's heavily involved with the humans' personal lives. His crew is very close with him and they all function as a single unit, very in sync with each other's habits and needs.

Something else that differentiates him from Ash is his body language. He moves in a meandering, unhurried manner rather than the sharp and purposeful way most synthetics carry themselves. Dell experiences a lot of emotions and expresses them often, he's quite animated and easy to read.

Easily excitable, friendly and gullible, his personality is quite a surprise to those expecting the detached demeanour of most synthetics, almost the opposite of Ash.

Appearance and other physical attributes:

A man in his mid fourties, short and slightly chubby. Looks almost exactly like Ash except for a 'scar' on the left side of his head from an injury that's hidden by his hair and the slightly discoloured splotch under his left eye. It's barely visible and most people don't notice unless its pointed out.

Compared to Ash, Dell has a 'kinder' looking face, his standard expression is more placid, which sometimes gives people the impression that he's an airhead.

While it's not immediately obvious from the outside, his right hip joint is structurally malformed and causes the limb to rotate inwards which also affects the positioning of his leg. The deformity does not impact his mobility much aside from a noticeable limp and uneven stance, he walks slowly to minimise the effect. Most days he doesn't need a mobility aid unless the misaligned components become worn down, requiring maintenance.

Wears a different outfit/uniform that's more suited for field work

Durable woven, water-repellent synthetic fiber work jacket with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and matching cargo pants. Muted grey-green with a slight shine.

Inner layer is a white, sleeveless high-necked shirt

Often paired with white, wrist length cotton PVC dotted gloves

Off-white, steel-toed work boots

Solaris and Weyland-Yutani patches on the jacket sleeves

Green cotton cadet cap

Extendable cane with built in stun gun function (Wilheard's design)

Misc. info:

Likes to play with bugs and make entomology mounts

Powers down to sleep mode during night hours. Sleeps curled up in a ball and sleepwalks if alone due to faulty motor suppression mechanism

Battery issue resulting in reduced time span between charges

Infographic of the A/2s for comparison

[longsightmyth]

We were all wearing hiking boots and smooth seamless cargo pants that Ren had made with the Divine Scarf. He had looked up styles on the Internet and had the Scarf create them in multiple colors. He claimed my apple-green shirt would protect my body from UV rays and could wick moisture away and be breathable at the same time. I had to admit the shirt was comfortable, and to show him how much I liked it, I had twisted my hair into two long French braids and tied an apple-green ribbon to the bottom of both tails.

What about your socks

Are your socks quick dry

What about your underwear

Those better be quick dry too

(He's looking up clothing styles on the internet and making them with the magic scarf that could clothe all the unclothed in the world when he's a billionaire and could simply purchase them from, oh, INDIA, a place SOMEWHAT KNOWN FOR CLOTHING MANUFACTURE)

(You could have purchased perfectly fitted clothes from someone who could use the business)

(But no you made them with the scarf)

(Does the scarf make them from nothing or what)

(Matter can be neither created nor destroyed, how is the scarf producing these)

(It's probably all plastic)

(Did he get Kelsey a quick dry sports bra or push up do we think)

(I suppose to be fair the outfit does sound like she looks v cute, I'll give Houck that and only that)

(And the hiking boots, which have been presumably broken in by this point)

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Serializing the opening of “The Lost Cause”

On October 7–8, I'm in Milan to keynote Wired Nextfest.

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful tale of the climate emergency, which comes out on November 14. Kim Stanley Robinson called it "an unforgettable vision of what could be":

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865939/the-lost-cause

I'm currently running a Kickstarter campaign to pre-sell the audiobook, which I produced and narrated myself (for complex and awful reasons, Amazon won't carry my audiobooks, see the Kickstarter campaign page for details). You can also pre-order the ebook and hardcovers, including signed and personalized copies:

http://lost-cause.org

For the next week or so, I'm going to be serializing the prologue of the book, which gets it off to quite a spicy start. Here's part one!

I thought that I was being so smart I signed up for the over nightwhen pager duty for the solar array at Burroughs High. Solar arrays don’t do anything at night. Because it’s dark. They’re not lunar arrays.

Turns out I outsmarted myself.

My pager app went off at 1:58 a.m., making a sound that I hadn’t heard since the training session, GNAAP GNAAP GNAAP, with those low notes that loosened your bowels offset by high notes that tightened your sphincter. I slapped around my bed for my screen and found the lights and found my underwear and a tee and then the cargo pants I wore on work duty and blinked hard and rubbed my eyes until I could think clearly enough to confirm that I was dressed, had everything that I needed, and then double-­checked the pager app to make sure that I really, actually needed to go do something about the school’s solar array at, I checked, 2:07 a.m.

2:07 a.m.! Brooks, you really outsmarted yourself.

Gramps’s house had started out as a two bed/one bath, like most of the houses in Burbank, but it had been expanded with a weird addition at the back—­again, like most of the houses in Burbank—­giving it a third bedroom and a second bath. That was my room, and it had its own sliding door to the backyard, so I let myself out without waking Gramps.

It was warm enough that I didn’t need a jacket, which was good because I’d forgotten to put one on. Still, there was just enough of a nip in the air that I jogged a little to get my blood going. Burbank was quiet, just the sound of the wind in the big, mature trees that lined Fairview Street, a distant freight train whistle, a car zooming down Verdugo. My breath was louder than any of them. A dog barked at me and startled me as I turned onto Verdugo, streetlit and wide and empty, too.

Two minutes later, I was at Burroughs, using my student app to buzz myself into the school’s gate, then the side entrance, then the utility stairs, and then I jogged up the stairs. I was only supposed to get paged if the solar array had an error it couldn’t diagnose for itself, and that the manufacturer’s techs couldn’t diagnose from its camera feeds and other telemetry. Basically, never. Not at 2:00 a.m. 2:17 a.m. now. I wondered what the hell it could be. I opened the roof access door just in time to hear a glassy crashing sound, like a window breaking, and I froze.

Someone was on the roof with me. A person, glimpsed in the corner of my eye and then lost in the darkness. Too big to be a raccoon. A person. On the roof.

“Hello?” Gramps’s friends sometimes made fun of my voice. I’d hated how high-­pitched it was when I was a freshman and had dreamed of it getting deeper someday, but now I was a senior, weeks away from graduation, and I still got mistaken for a girl on gamer voice-­chats. I’d made my peace with it, except that I hadn’t entirely because I was not happy at all with how it squeaked out over that roof. “Hello?” I tried for deeper. “Someone there?” No one answered, so I took a step out onto the roof. Glass crunched under my feet. It was dark and it stayed dark when I slapped at the work-­lights switch next to the door—­they should have been tripped by the motion anyway. I found my flashlight and twisted it to wide beam and checked my feet. Smashed glass, all right, and when I swung the light around to the nearest solar bank, I saw that each panel had been methodically shattered. I took a step back toward the door, and the light beam swung up and caught the man.

He was wearing a head-­to-­toe suit—­a ghillie suit, Gramps’s friends called them—­and holding a short four-­pound sledgehammer with a handle and head painted in nonreflective black that swallowed my light beam. He was coming toward me. I reflexively hit the bodycam 911 emergency switch on my screen and it sounded its “Warning, bodycam recording” alert in a warm woman’s voice that I’d chosen for its nonthreatening tone. Mostly I bodycammed when I was having an argument with someone and the calm voice was a good balance between cooling things out and satisfying California’s two-­party consent rules for recording.

As he raised the hammer, I wished that I’d chosen the cop voice instead.

“Wait,” I said, taking a step back. The roof access door had closed behind me. “Please.”

“Shit,” the man said. He was using a voice-­shifter, either a separate unit or part of the ghillie suit. His voice was deep as a diesel engine. “Dammit, you’re just a kid.” He used the hand that wasn’t holding the hammer to flip up his nightscope goggles and peer at me. His eyes, visible in the ghillie suit’s slit, were bloodshot and wrinkled and blue. He squinted at my light and brandished the hammer. “Shit,” he said again. “Get that out of my eyes, dammit.”

“Sorry,” I squeaked, and lowered the beam, casting it around.

It seemed like 80 percent of the panels were ruined. Why had I said sorry? Force of habit. “Shit.” If he could say it, I could too.

“Shit. What the hell are you doing, man?”

“You’re recording this, kid?”

“Yes. Livestreaming.”

“Good, then I’ll explain. You just stay there and we won’t have a problem. I was gonna have to make a video when this was done, you’re just saving me the trouble.” He lowered the hammer and let it dangle. I thought about rushing him, but I’m not a fighter, and he was still holding the hammer. Same for turning and trying to get out the door before he could catch up with me.

“Kay, listen up. This world we’re in, it’s debased. America’s been rotted from the inside. First it was immigrants. You might think I’m a racist, but I’m not. It’s not immigrants I object to. It’s illegals. You want to come to America, you come in the front door, on the terms your gracious hosts here are offering. You don’t skip the line or break in through the window. That’s what a criminal does. You let in a criminal, let ’em become citizens, soon enough they’re voting for other criminals.

“You know just what I’m talking about, don’t kid yourself. The money we’re spending now? This Green New Deal? This Jobs Guarantee? These fuckin’ solar panels? Bill’s gonna come due on this. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Chinese hoaxed us into believing in this climate garbage, then they got us to go into hock to them up to our eyeballs to buy their shiny crap, and then they’re gonna charge us interest, and our kids, and their kids, and their kids. Mortgaging their future? Shit, what future? They’re headed for debt bondage for eternity. Biblical. It’s Biblical.

“All this mumbo jumbo about ‘money users’ and ‘money creators’—­it’s just word games. There’s two kinds of people in this world, and it’s not ‘money users’ and ‘money creators’—­it’s ‘makers’ and ‘takers.’ The makers create all the wealth, the takers elect politicians who confiscate it and redistribute it.” “Redistribute” came out like another f-­bomb.

This was crazy, but it wasn’t unfamiliar. I’d heard versions of this conversation around Gramps’s place ever since I came to live with him, back when I was eight. More, I’d heard these specific words before. I pressed my recollections, tried to put a face to the words. All the faces in Gramps’s living room had a sameness, a whiteness, matching haircuts and the same Maga hats, faded and frayed. Who had said those words? I could bring the face to mind now, the rest of the face that went with those blue watery eyes peering out of the ghillie suit.

Now, the name. Mark. Not Mark. Mike. Mike! Mike, uh.

“Mike Kennedy?”

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/06/green-new-deal-fic/#the-first-generation-in-a-century-not-to-fear-the-future

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful novel of the climate emergency. Amazon won't sell the audiobook, so I made my own and I'm pre-selling it on Kickstarter!

[kassandras-one-braincell]

ugh when is it my turn to have an irl kassandra i would do anything for her .

anyways what kinds of clothing styles, jobs, or just general day-to-day life (like their houses) do you think modern!kassie/eivor/soma would have?

Pssh, it's not like I've given this any extensive thought in the past or anything... That would be weird... Who would do that haha

I would let's go

Kassandra dresses like a dad who lost his passport in Tenerife on holiday and has been stuck cycling between the same 4 hawaiian shirts since three Tuesdays ago, but owns a few casual suits for work.

She's a historian and museum curator. Specialises in the history of weaponry, occasionally giving guest lectures on ancient swords at universities. Mention any type of weapon and she will not be able to stop herself from rambling about its evolution over the centuries.

Has a pottery wheel. You know that scene from Ghost (1990)? Yeah. Very reliable with the ladies.

Ikaros is her pet eagle, do not ask her how she manages to get him pet insurance because she may have lied about his species.

She has a vegetable garden (her pride and joy, this might as well be her child with how well she takes care of it) and a briki to make coffee with. Kassie always starts her day off with freshly brewed coffee the traditional Greek way, some bread and some fruit, which she always plates too much of because Ikaros likes to steal it.

She's a great cook.

Dozens of books on old weapons are dotted about her home and some (so many. so fucking many holy shit) model replicas because she's a fucking nerd.

You cannot turn a corner inside her home without seeing at least three family photos. Family includes Myrrine, Alexios, Barnabas, Herodotos, Markos, Alkibiades and Phoibe. Nikolaos is in prison for trying to yeet his stepchildren off a cliff.

Phoibe is her goddaughter who calls her "auntie" and Auntie Kass absolutely gives her the world.

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Eivor serves lumberjack realness. Flannels, cargo pants, work jeans, yes she has a tool belt, yes she looks a damn treat in it. All she's missing is the hard hat and the protective visor. The axe is in her workshop.

She wears glasses. This isn't up for debate.

Tattoo artist by trade and has a degree in literature. Her love for poetry knows no bounds. She specialises in black and grey realism and her pieces are breathtaking.

Speaking of poetry, her colleagues bully her mercilessly for being a "big old sap". She has fancy paper to write her poems up on, and a wax sealing kit for handwritten letters. She's old fashioned like that.

Technology is a demon she would rather not trifle with. 100% complains about the need for there to be an app for everything, but she does appreciate video calls so she can see her people.

As a hobby, she pursues woodworking and blacksmithing, sometimes selling her creations. She'd make the engagement ring she proposes to you with herself

Dwolfg (or Chewy, or Mouse) Nali and Dandelion Puff are all beloved members of her household. The neighbours' kids named them all; sometimes she babysits Knud and Sylvi, and of course Eira has to tag along.

Her fridge is full of boring meal prep (you better wife her up and cook for her) but her pantry? Brimming with baking supplies. Ma'am loves to bake. Sure, she eats a lot of grrr protein big strong macro gym buzzword meals, but she loves bread and cake. Big muscles but she likes to eat, so she isn't lean, I'm gonna stop before this gets unreasonably gay

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Soma, look, this is gonna be specific, but there's foundations for this in game (her metric fuck ton of rugs in the longhouse). She evidently likes fancy things. Her modern!AU occupation: owner and ceo of a sustainable luxury jewellery brand. Recycled metals, gemstones that are sourced/synthesised sustainably, everything is ethically manufactured and her employees are paid well.

She's from humble beginnings, so she does loads for charity and really enjoys quiet domesticated tasks.

Waistcoats and tie when she's attending businessy things, simple t-shirt or jumper and joggers when working from home. Outside, she wears a few rings that she designed.

Not a particularly great cook, but she's a mean pastry chef. She has a massive sweet tooth. Loves to start her mornings with a homemade croissant and a cappuccino.

There is a post-it note above her desk to reminder her to straighten her posture because she tends to sit like a fucking goblin.

Her home is pretty eclectic, which takes people by surprise given her organised manner. Lots of blankets strewn over the couch, lots of knickknacks she collected over the years, some sentimental ones from Lif and some ruder ones from Birna. A few sketchbooks are scattered about with designs for work.

She has a record player and an ungodly collection of country vinyls. It's okay. Nobody's perfect. It's what makes her human.

Also needs to wear glasses, but wears contacts usually because she insists the specs make her look "old", oblivious to the distant sounds of feral lesbian screaming whenever she puts them on.

[fanzillajacket]

Men’s Sora Kingdom Hearts 4 Leather Jacket- Screen To Streets

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A lot of manufacturers are there now to create costumes inspired by the characters from anime shows and video games. However, leather jackets have always been the iconic capsulate to enhance the fashion fun for all fashionistas. In this modern era, even leather jackets have taken many turns and entered into several domains for all enthusiasts with creative minds. However, the cosplay-inspired leather jackets have opened doors to gamers and anime lovers. This allowed fanatics to relive their favorite characters from the screens to the streets. These leather jackets have blurred the line between the fanatical and the realistic world for the fans. Kingdom Hearts has displayed some incredible jacket assortment, and we breathed life into them. 

Moreover, these jackets are so functional that you can assimilate them into your clothing. Particularly, this Men’s Sora Kingdom Hearts 4 Leather Jacket has those facets. It will let you combine many looks and come up with aesthetic nostalgia in this contemporary world. 

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The Men’s Sora Kingdom Hearts 4 Leather Jacket has minimal details that perfectly match Sora’s persona. He has a soft and forgiving nature and can never stay upset with his friends for a long time. That’s how Sora is; he’s always fun-loving and enjoys playing with his friends. Use his jacket for curating his cosplay by digging deep in your closets. Additionally, accessorize with the metallic pendant Sora wears and his Keyblade. Learn some of his actions to perform at the convention if you’re a cosplay geek. However, you can always use it to create thematic looks at different events. 

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It's a time when Japanese street fashion is way too hyped, and patrons around the world are loving it. Not only in Japan, but everyone, especially those inspired by Japanese pop culture, loves to come up with inspired fashion. This Sora’s jacket from the KH4 also has a tinge of street fashion. Wear this jacket and pair it with cargo pants and a T-shirt. The T-shirt with graphics on it will make a difference, so hurry and do it now if you wish to incorporate the fashion into your outfits.

Furthermore, you can always navigate the more options of the Kingdom Hearts available in our store. There are other versions of Sora’s and his friends’ jackets. All of these jackets will add a touch of gaming charm while still being the best windbreaker. 

Epilog

Try these jackets if you’re a Japanese fashion punk or a gaming enthusiast. These leather jackets will let you relive your favorite characters and help others witness the arrival of their favorite characters. Remove the blurred line between the fantasy and the real world to make your experience more fun and fantastic. 

[ectoamerican]

///Here's a bedroom/living space headcanon I pulled from my old blog that still applies here. added some newer stuff at the end.

Danny’s bedroom in canon is very bland and simple, very much the fault of the show itself being very simple. (which isn’t a bad idea, its smart from the artists' side of things.) As for the canon of my blog, Danny’s room changes constantly due to it being trashed and reduced to ruin and rubble on a regular basis. You know, from ghost related reasons. Danny always redecorates in ways to really show what he likes and what he’s about. Paints the walls in dark night sky colors and simulates starry skies with a combination of glow in the dark paint, decals, white holiday lights, and hanging star and planet shaped lights at several points on his ceiling. He covers his walls in posters of his favorite games, bands, and movies. Constellation photos, pictures of his friends and family, and certain holiday get together photos also litter his walls and shelves. Sometimes his bed is relatively simple but always is covered in galaxy print blankets and pillows. Also strewn about the room and on his bed are various stuffed toys and plushes. Other times his bed is in the style of a loft bunk bed with a desk underneath it. Despite the show almost never giving Danny variety in clothing, Danny’s closet and dresser are filled with several comfortable and casual clothes of different styles and prints. Hoodies, sweaters, V-neck T-shirts, long sleeved shirts, jackets and more. A lot of space themed designs, alien themed prints, puns, and ghost themes on them as well. He’ll wear jeans, shorts, cargo pants, yoga pants– pretty much anything comfortable. And though all those clothes go in the closet and dresser— they’re often occupying floor space instead. Danny also has several jackets/hoodies hanging on his door and the closet door, all of which have pins with various puns, ghost, and space designs on them. I also like the idea of Danny collecting plushies and other things with manufacturing errors. like a teddie or beanie baby that has an eye slightly too low. or with a missing leg. partially because it helps give a reason to the infamous backpack with straps on both sides. but also because his room gets destroyed so often im sure its just easier to buy cheaper stuff with errors on them to replace some of the stuff.

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Danny also has a desk which is either under the loft bed or in an easy to get to placement in the room. The desk has a PC on it and a drawing tablet set to the side. Some various homework and school related books, stationary, pens/pencils, and papers stacked up in corners on the desk or in it's drawers as well. Along with at least one or two audio recording devices also placed somewhere on it.

In another corner of the room, Danny has his digital piano/synthesizer keyboard set up with other audio recording things attached to or near it. A guitar sits to the side of this equipment too, Danny having started learning it.

There is also always a TV and gaming set up across from Danny's bed. With a couple pouf chairs in front of it. To the side of this set up, is Danny's knitting, friendship bracelet, and needle point supplies.

In his closet there are boxes with comic books, model and figure building/painting sets, his portable telescope, and more clothes.

For some clairification on the types of clothes he wears. Danny being transmasc, actively avoids things like dresses and skirts. But he's fine with women's pants/shirts. And doesn't associate colors with gender either. He has a variety of things that are in softer colors like pinks or pastel purples and blues. And even is fine with cute prints, patterns, and designs on the clothes.

[hologramcowboy]

Jensen hasn't changed his look, if you look at the prices of the clothes all are designer, last Saturday he was wearing sneakers for 800$, on Sunday a shirt for 500$ and pants for the same price, the truth is he has been wearing a lot of clothes and YSL brand shoes since last year

I was the one who sent in the og ask about him changing his style. I never said he wasn't still wearing expensive designer clothes, I expected everything he had on to be a well known brand with a high price tag. But the STYLE changed. He went from silk button ups with fitted jeans to baggier jeans/cargo pants with plaid and denim overshirts. And yea, I know he wears those denim shirts a lot, but his recent con style has been much more upscale LOOKING, not just with the price. It was a departure from what he worse the last few cons. And before that when he was promoting TB still he was in the playboy shirts etc. I was not referencing how much he paid for the clothes, but the style of the clothes themselves.

🧡🧡🧡I know, Anon, but his AAs only care about him "wearing brand clothes" because that's "winnng". 🤣🤣🤣

Casting doesn't give two cents over arrogant actors who flash brands in their face. What casting cares about is how connected to his essence an actor is an how good he is at promoting said essence.

You're observations were more than valid but vapid people will always try to twist things instead of seeing the deep value in what you brought up. It doesn't shock me anymore, AAs are so blinded they twist anything just to attack.

By the way, since some anons seems to not get this:

Your value is not determined by the price of your clothes.

Your style is not determined by the brand name. In fact, only the tacky people make themselves into walking ads for brands instead of having actual style. Having style isn't about injecting other people's values, it's about celebrating unique you.

Lastly, Jensen could be made of diamonds and dripping and gold and I still wouldn't care if what he is wearing makes him look like an arrogant douch and alienates potential offers. 🤣 I could care less about how much he spends on a shirt because I know how and where they get manufactured. He is paying for the brand name only. My concern is with the message he is sending and with him being aligned with his essence not what brand or price.

Thank you for sending in the clarification, anon, for the record, I got what you meant and I think others did too but they got offended over my honest response and took it out on you. I am deeply sorry about that. Sending you appreciation. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🥰

[sharonallen246]

How You Can Wear The Quirkiest Singlet Tops

If you are wondering what you might wear to the gym tomorrow, or if you are reviewing your choices of gym tops then you need to really consider singlet tops as an alternative option which will give you the maximum comfort and will be the lightest of all the clothes you have worn.

[meissashush]

11, 13 26, 28 for your OT5

OT5 = Gladio, Ignis, Rosea, Noctis, Prompto

This also got extremely long, so I'm putting it under a cut.

11. Which member is more physically affectionate?

By quantity? Prompto is always touching someone. It's 80% over-eager ADHD and 20% genuine expression of affection. Most days he's not even thinking about how many times he's slapped Noct's butt or grabbed Ignis' cuff to get the tactician's attention, but that doesn't mean it doesn't count as affection.

By quality, however, is Ignis. Four out of the five of them had been raised in the 'no-touch' environment that is the Citadel, so idle contact is something most of them don't even consider, let alone do absently the way Prompto does. Ignis noticed this, as Ignis notices everything, and made it a personal challenge to initiate small forms of physical affection whenever appropriate. A gentle hand at Noct's elbow when offering advice, a lingering grasp when helping Gladio up from where he had just thrown him to the floor during a spar, a careful finger pushing back an errant hair that had fallen into Rosea's face; Ignis has a talent for making each and every motion feel 10x more intimate than it has any right to be. His self-satisfied smirk whenever the object of his attentions starts to blush definitely doesn't help the matter.

13. Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

Unfortunately, due to the circumstances of wildly varying sizes, some people just can't borrow clothes while others have a wealth of theft opportunities.

Gladio is the unfortunate target of most of it, though none of his clothes really wander that far. It's not like any of the thieves can steal one of his shirts and be able to wear it outside without risking flashing a poor pedestrian due to the over-large neckline. Ignis is the only one who can wear his shirts without it looking like a dress, and Ignis is not the sort of man who would be caught dead wandering around in a Cup Noodles Limited Edition Anniversary T-shirt. Rosea, however, is all about that shit. She just has to use a hair-tie to tighten it up a bit.

Ignis' clothes are likewise highly unlikely to be stolen, less due to size restrictions and more stylistic concerns. Sure, Noct, Prompto, and Rosea have stolen a button-up to wander around his apartment, but other than a spare few Crownsguard kit, the only comfy clothes Ignis' owns are for sleeping. And the consequences for stealing Ignis' sleeping clothes are dire.

Noctis and Prompto swap clothes pretty much all the time, except for when it comes to Prom's muscle-tees. Noctis is not about showing that much arm. Noct is slightly larger in the waist, and tends to wear cargo shorts, so Prompto doesn't usually steal his pants overmuch, except that one pair of jeans that makes both their asses look fantastic. He steals those as much as he can. It's been basically impossible to tell who owns which band-tee or videogame-tee since high school, so those are considered 'communal'.

Rosea occupies the exact opposite of the spectrum as Gladio, in which the world is her oyster and none of the guys can fit into her clothes. Well, Prompto and Noctis can fit her shirts, but they're tight in a way that's awkward rather than sexy, so they don't. Her over-sized sweatshirts are sometimes up for grabs, but Prompto is the only one who is willing to sport a bright-pink sweatshirt that says 'DEATH BY PASTA'. That said, she's not a fan of the muscle-tees either, so she's fighting with Noct for clothing real-estate most days. They usually settle disputes by way of Noct lending her his 'good sweatshirt', which is a black hoodie that matches the sixteen other ones he owns, but is inexplicably softer and warmer despite them all being by the same manufacturer.

Rosea is also the main Ignis-shirt-thief. She has a deathwish.

26. How do they comfort each other?

Gladio isn't the best with his words, especially when it comes to times of extreme stress, but he is confident in his ability to do things for others. You need laundry done? He can put things in a washer. Too tired to buy food? Grocery store is a short walk away. Just need to pretend the world doesn't exist for a bit? He can be distracting, any way you need. Just tell him. Please just tell him what to do to help.

Ignis, similarly, is one to do things for others, but he is going to look for the things left unsaid. He'll schedule doctors appointments, make funeral arrangements, contact school/work. He'll pick up the heaviest emotional load he can find and try to carry it. If it is for his partners, he will move mountains.

Noctis doesn't know how to do the manual things, but he knows how to be there. Just, physically, he will be there. With a video game, a movie marathon, or just a quiet place to nap. Noctis shows he cares by showing up. It's all he ever wants from anyone else, after all.

Prompto, surprisingly, is the one who will talk about it. He spent most of his childhood dealing with the hard stuff on his own. He knows how hard it is not to have anyone to talk to. He also knows how hard it is to start. He'll lead the conversation away from the rough stuff if it feels like it's too much, but he'll try to keep the conversation flowing. And if he can make the other person laugh, then he will count that as a win. Laughter cures all wounds, right?

Rosea is sort of a mix. She grew up around Noct, Ignis, and Gladio, so she knows when to just take over everything and when to not touch things. Her best trait is her ability to feel out what the other person needs, and do that. If she's honest, though, the only thing she wants when she's in need of comfort is a hug. Physical affection, though something she struggles with initiating, would be her go-to.

28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

LONG AND LOADED QUESTION.

For obvious reasons, their relationship is somewhat of a secret. Ignis and Gladio are a known quantity, having declared their relationship long before the polycule had formed and out of necessity for the sake of their jobs. Noctis and Prompto occupy that weird liminal space of; they are are totally dating but Noct is the Crown Prince so absolutely no one is going to say it. Rosea is sort of the odd-man out when it comes to people being 'aware' of the relationships, to the point where she's almost a reverse-beard; her being around them is but not 'dating' any of them pretty firmly cements their whole deal as platonic, even though it very much is not.

Gladio:

Gladio and Ignis' Uncle have an odd relationship. This is because Ignis' Uncle is awkward on purpose, for his own amusement. Gladio is doing his best, and one day will realize Avernettus is fucking with him. Until that day, however? Until that day, being in a room with these two is either extremely uncomfortable or extremely funny, depending on who you are.

Gladio and Noct's Dad have a very good relationship, given that Gladio has known Regis most of his life. It's awkward when Regis stalwartly (ignorantly) insists that Gladio call him Uncle Reggie, a thing Gladio has never done and will never do, but otherwise it is pleasant.

Gladio and Cor have a friendly student-mentor relationship. Gladio is terrified that Cor will murder him if he ever finds out Gladio is dating his daughter. Nyx is a wild-card, operating more as a co-worker than a mentor to Gladio. Nyx is also the only one outside of the relationship that knows Rosea is involved with him (specifically Gladio and Ignis), which means Gladio is maybe minding himself more around him than he might otherwise. Nyx thinks this is hysterical.

Gladio has not met Prompto's parents.

Ignis:

Ignis gets on well enough with Clarus, though it is a rather formal relationship. They don't acknowledge the logistical problems with Ignis' dating Gladio (the need of an Amicitia heir), and being co-workers of a sort makes the situation necessitate formality at most points, but Clarus is admittedly fond of Ignis, even if he struggles to show it.

Ignis also has a very good relationship with Regis, though with the same issues as Gladio has. He also refuses to call him Uncle Reggie, much to Regis' unending disappointment.

Ignis and Cor are friendly, though the relationship has always been rather distant. Mostly, Cor feels weird knowing this kid has been his 'co-worker' since he was six and 'employee' since he was sixteen, but they work it out. It helps that Cor is completely oblivious when it comes to his daughter's relationships. Nyx and Ignis have a much more convivial relationship, though Nyx has given Ignis the shovel-talk and maybe hits him a bit harder in spars than he used to.

Ignis has only ever met Prompto's parents in passing. They are pleasant, if absent.

Noctis:

Noctis obviously knows Clarus, and notably did call him Uncle Clarus when he was much younger. He pretends he doesn't remember this. He still finds Clarus to be somewhat annoying, but they are close.

Noctis and Avernettus are a weird combination, as Ignis' Uncle is considerably more formal with the prince than he might like. This is evened out as Noctis gets older and realizes half of what Avernettus says is a thinly-veiled dick joke.

Noctis is friendly with both Cor and Nyx, but more-so Cor. Nyx is still working his way into Noctis' trust, as the Drautos Situation has left a sour taste in his mouth that he just can't shake. It also doesn't help that Nyx is a bit of an ass. It's growing on him, though.

Noctis has never met Prompto's parents.

Prompto:

Clarus scares the shit out of him. There is nothing the Lord Shield can do to lessen this fear, not that he has done anything to really try and mend it. Clarus feels that a healthy amount of fear is good for the boy. Given his anxiety, however, everyone else agrees this isn't strictly true.

Regis also scares the shit out of Prompto, but less because he is scary and more because he is the King and that's a perfectly valid reason to be concerned thank you very much. Regis thinks Prompto is a good boy, and is glad that Noctis has such a good friend. No one is sure if Regis realizes Noct and Prompto are more than friends. No one is willing to ask.

Cor and Nyx also scare the shit out of Prompto. Are you sensing a theme? To be very fair to Prompto, he does have the worst end of this relationship when it comes to parents. Nyx is doing his best to break Prompto out of his shell, however.

Prompto has never met Avernettus, and Ignis intends to keep it that way.

Rosea:

Clarus and her don't get on. She's 80% sure he hates her guts, and she does everything in her power to stay under his radar. Clarus doesn't actually realize she misunderstands him to such a degree, but he does think she's reckless and a bit childish. In his mind, she's just Cor #2. Which, while not an entirely incorrect approach, does nothing to account for the fact that she has zero positive memories of him to outweigh the 'tough love'. It's going to be weird when this particular bubble bursts.

Regis adores her. He can't help it, he's a father at heart, and he still remembers when she was a little toddler strapped to Cor's chest. Rosea is acutely aware that His Majesty sees her as a baby, and probably always will, and does her best to navigate this despite it being extremely fucking annoying. She has never called him Uncle Reggie, and he's long since given up trying. He's just happy if she calls him Regis, instead of Your Majesty.

Rosea and Avernettus have a silent respect for each other. They can have an entire conversation of dick-jokes without ever seeming like they have said anything crass. Ignis does everything in his power to keep them separate, since he finds the whole thing deeply embarrassing.

Rosea has only met Prompto's parents in passing. They are fond of her, specifically because she helped get Prompto's literature grades up. She doesn't like them, but she's civil.

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connor mcdavid's socks

superstition of the excellent player but yuuk

Hello toe(W)s.do they smell as well?

And his girlfriend in sexy bra and all designer shoes and so pretty with pretty girls wags and Isabel Marant cargo pants Jimmy Choos.

Any donations for McConnor's socks?

I hheard Crosby has good contacts on knitting grannies to manufacture similar design lol