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[reasonsforhope]

"Vice President Kamala Harris is proposing to provide federal funding to cover home care costs for older Americans, aiming to help the “ sandwich generation " of adults caring for aging parents while raising their children at the same time.

Appearing Tuesday on ABC’s “The View,” Harris talked about taking care of her mother when she was dying and personally experiencing the challenges many families face when seeking affordable in-home care for their aging loved ones.

She promised that if, elected in November, she will seek to expand Medicare, the federal health insurance program for older Americans, so that it covers long-term care and includes services like in-home aides. Harris said aides could help seniors do things as simple as preparing meals or putting on sweaters because it is “about dignity for that individual. It’s about independence for that individual.”

Her proposal is a new one just a month out from Election Day but the issue is one that President Joe Biden's administration has been working on for years.

In an effort to soften the effects of inflation, the White House promoted as part of Build Back Better, its legislative agenda that stalled on Capitol Hill years ago, steeply increased federal spending for child care as well as for seniors. After Build Back Better collapsed, the Biden administration continued to promote increasing spending for what it calls “the care economy,” a cause Harris has continued to mention after replacing Biden at the top of the Democratic ticket.

“These plans are common sense. They can help family caregivers work and save both families and the federal government money by allowing seniors to stay in their homes instead of being sent to nursing homes,” the Harris campaign said in a fact sheet detailing her proposal. “Medicare at Home will also reduce hospitalizations.”

As part of a blitz of media interviews she’s been doing in recent days, Harris sat down after her appearance on “The View” with radio personality Howard Stern, who said that his mother is 97. Taking care of an elderly parent, he said, “will bankrupt you.”

Such costs have increased pressure on adults caring for their parents and kids simultaneously. In 2019, roughly 30% of family caregivers of older Americans lived in households that included children or grandchildren, according to AARP.

Harris would likely have to work with Congress to achieve key parts of her proposal. Harris’ campaign points to past, similar proposals projected to cost $40 billion annually, but says much of that can be offset by savings achieved through efforts begun by the Biden administration to expand Medicare’s ability to negotiation prices with major drug manufacturers.

Harris is also promising to further expand Medicare to include hearing and vision coverage, while changing existing rules that can allow federal authorities to seize a deceased beneficiary’s home to recuperate costs. [Note: I'm sorry the current rules fucking what] The campaign fact sheet says that practice “means that those homes are not passed on to the seniors’ children, which particularly harms rural and minority families.”"

-via AP News, October 8, 2024

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 13: Sky Walking

Chapter Word Count: 5,435

TW

1) Mouse has Trauma 2) Use of drugs. Smoke weed everyday. Leafblower Special. 3) Mouse disassociates for a while 4) Mentions of ODing / Childhood Trauma / Cops suck in this story. (read at your own discretion) 5) Mouse and Someone else in SVT trauma bond. 6) At the beginning, Mouse goes through the numb depression motions.

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You didn’t get a single moment of rest. Each time you closed your eyes, the feeling of dried blood that you knew wasn’t there clung to your hands and the image of Mingyu’s body on the table as you gave him CPR flashed. The continuous beating line on the heart monitor gave you reassurance as the time passed. 

Just as Jeonghan said, Jihoon and him switched off duties of coming to check on Mingyu and change out bags of saline when the previous one was finished. At some point you gave up counting how often they came, staying curled up in your seat, glad to have the blanket wrapped around you in the cold room. Both had asked if you needed anything and each time you shook your head, falling deeper and deeper into your thoughts. 

He was going to be okay, you had a good feeling in your chest about it. He’d wake up and try to play everything off and act like he was fine when he was in a lot of pain. He’d complain that everyone’s cooking was subpar compared to his but would eat every last piece of it to make them happy. Maybe he’d let you cook for him and show off what you thought were pretty good cooking skills to give him well rounded meals during his recovery. Mingyu would need all the rest he could get before even stepping foot out of the house, knowing they’d take him back to the house to recover comfortably in his own bed. 

When the door opened next, you turned, thinking you’d see Jeonghan since Jihoon had checked in last, but Seungcheol stood at the doorway with a paper bag in one hand and a tray with two coffee cups in the other. He had changed from the suit he had on last night into dark jeans and an oversized gray sweater. Sitting up, you gave him a curious look but didn’t voice any question. He lumbered his way to the seats still across the bed from you and slid into one, placing the items he brought on one of the other chairs. 

“It’s six in the morning.” His deep voice was full of fatigue, the bags under his eyes dark. He didn’t look like he slept. “Seokmin grabbed your coffee order and a bagel.” Seungcheol lifted the paper bag and pulled one bagel out before handing the bag to you. Once the bag was in your hand, he took the coffee cup and passed it over. Hesitantly, you released Mingyu’s hand, you didn’t let go of it once throughout the night since you sat down. 

The hot cup felt amazing against your cold fingers. Taking a quick sip, it burned your mouth but it was too good to stop. The warmth spread through your limbs and your shoulders relaxed. 

“Seokmin put in that you both were sick and needed a few days off. Wonwoo manufactured some doctor’s notes.” 

“Thank you.” 

He grunted in response, drinking his own cup, letting his eyes land on Mingyu. “Anything?” 

With a quick shake of your head, you pulled your knees to your chest, using one hand to move the blanket around you. “Nothing. He’s breathing fine, he took two units of blood in total, heart rate hasn’t faltered all night.” 

“Did you get any sleep?” 

Pausing, you were going to answer but closed your mouth, chewing on your bottom lip. “I could ask the same of you.” 

“Touche…”

“Did anyone else?” You asked, sipping from your cup once more. 

Seungcheol sighed out a heavy breath. “Most of them passed out from exhaustion. Seokmin fell asleep in a chair, Soonyoung was curled up on the floor with all the couch pillows with Chan knocked out last I checked. Vernon took Seungkwan back to the penthouse once they left so hopefully they got some sleep. Joshua, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, and Jihoon are all passed out on the couches we have up in the office. I think Minghao and Junhui went back to the penthouse too, but I doubt they got any sleep.” 

“Does this…” You didn’t know how to word it. “Does stuff like this happen often?” 

“What, getting shot? We try not to make it a constant thing.” A smidge of humor was in his tired words. “Last one was Jihoon about a year ago. He was helping break up a fight in Ruby and the asshole had a gun and it misfired in the struggle.”  

Forcing out a breath, you nodded, shaking the mental image away. You thought of Jihoon in a similar situation as Mingyu last night and your already lost appetite was gone tenfold. Trying your best to mask the discomfort, you drank the coffee and focused back on Mingyu’s breathing. It seemed Seungcheol was doing the same, nibbling on a piece of the bagel he got and sipping his coffee. It wasn’t often you two ended up in the same place alone, usually someone was accompanying you at the house. 

“Oh-” You just remember that he literally had you brought over last night to speak with him. Seungcheol perked up. “Why was I needed last night?” 

Blinking a few times, his face contorted, mouth slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed together, and a confused look on his face. “Uh- Oh! Right, I was going to inform you about the Gala. It’s in a month. Jeonghan said he had some things planned and would handle everything before you were brought to the house to get dressed before we all leave.” 

“I feel like I should be scared of whatever he has planned.” You snort out a quiet laugh. 

“Personally, I would be scared.” 

You both shared a short laugh that mellowed into silence again. Though you never touched the bagel, you continued with the coffee, hoping it would keep you awake as long as possible. 

Many of the guys visited throughout the day. Seungcheol had left, saying he had a few things to get done upstairs and to call if you needed anything. Jeonghan only came in once to change a saline bag and push a few vitamins to aid in the healing process. He said he’d be back later and ruffled your hair like he did the previous night. 

First it was Chan and Wonwoo who mostly sat with you and brought up stories that Mingyu was in. Chan spoke about him like he was part superhero and Wonwoo played along, making the story out bigger than it probably was. They stayed for a good hour and you enjoyed the company to fill the void that was building inside of you. Chan had given Mingyu’s hand a big squeeze and smiled, but his voice wavered when he asked for him to wake up soon, that it was getting too quiet without his loud, boisterous personality awake. Wonwoo had kept any comments to himself, but you saw him bow his head in prayer before leaving with Chan. 

Seungkwan and Vernon only stopped in for a bit, clearly exhausted but dressed for whatever they needed to get done for the day. These two were relatively quiet in their visit, asking if you got any sleep which you brushed off and they didn’t give that straight of an answer when you asked in return. Vernon made a comment that they’d visit once they were done later in the day. Both had asked you to give them a call if anything was to change regarding Mingyu’s condition, which you easily agreed to. 

The largest horde was Soonyoung barging in in the afternoon, followed by Seokmin, Minghao, Junhui, and Jihoon, but the last man was really coming in for his given task. Junhui had made food for everyone earlier and brought extra for you, saying he heard from Chan that you were staying until Mingyu was awake. Though you took the container of food, you only placed it aside, letting it join the bagel bag from earlier, saying that you’d eat it later when you got hungry. It was the best white lie you could tell at this time, not wanting to worry them too much. Many of them were dressed in what you assumed was their ‘ dark side’ attire, thick boots, dark clothes, all the works.

Seokmin was eyeing you a good majority of the time he was there but he didn’t say anything if you looked bad. You more than likely did look disheveled, your lip was bitten to the point it bled earlier but it dried over and hurt. He only said he’d come back later to keep you company, giving you a side hug before they slipped out one by one. 

Then it was quiet again. You were left alone again to your own devices and thoughts. Truthfully you couldn’t think straight, images and memories bounced around your mind, they were close to sending you into a downward spiral but you willed away the mental torment to the best of your abilities. You didn’t feel hungry, at this point you didn’t even feel tired. Your limbs were numb and no matter if you tucked further in the blanket, you were still cold. 

You didn’t even realize Jeonghan was in the room until he placed his hand on your shoulder and you snapped back to reality, flinching at his touch. 

“Ay- Wow, it’s just me, Mouse.” He pulled his hand back and slid a chair up beside you. “Did you not hear me come in? I said hi.” 

“Sorry- Sorry…” Sighing, you placed a hand over your chest, feeling the fast pace of your heart. “I was zoning out- I- Sorry.” 

Jeonghan leaned in, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear to get a better look at your face. His fingers were warm against your cool skin and you couldn’t help but lean into the feeling. Gently he held your face, watching as your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed out a soft breath.

“You should get some sleep, Mouse. He isn’t going to be gone when you wake up.” 

Those words had your eyes snapping open and you straightened up, shaking your head. “I can’t- No. I can’t fall asleep.” You pushed the words to come out, digging your nails into your palms. You couldn’t fall asleep. You wouldn’t let yourself rest until he was awake and coherent enough to understand what was going on. 

Jeonghan sagged in his seat, stretching his arm over your shoulders to bring you close to his side. “Will you at least eat then? Just a little? I think ‘Gyu would be a little mad knowing that you didn’t eat because you wanted to wait up for him.” 

You whined and rested your head on his shoulder, a pout on your lips. “How dare you use manipulation and guilt tripping on me.” 

“Ah~ But are you going to eat? Junhui makes really good spicy noodles. Even lowered the heat intensity since he doesn’t know your tolerance.” 

“...Fine.” 

Reaching for the container, you pulled it into your lap, glad he provided some utensils, and under Jeonghan’s watch, you ate. It was good, really good and the spice was able to warm your frigid body enough. You let Jeonghan hold onto you, sapping the warmth he provided and listened to his quiet humming. Though at some points it was hard to eat, you swallowed enough down to satisfy the man beside you before closing it and placing the rest aside for later. 

It was nice having Jeonghan beside you. He provided a peaceful lull in the ache in your chest and settled the unruly thoughts that plagued your mind. He didn’t seem like one to judge you, maybe only when teasing you did he feel the need. Though annoying at times, his presence was enjoyable and always entertaining at the end of the day. He was already ready to listen when you complained over text and seemed like a shoulder to cry on when needed. Weird to think, but he was one of the people that felt like home along with Seokmin. 

The two of you sat, side by side, Jeonghan kept you close, letting himself take moments to rest his eyes. For what felt like hours, no one disturbed the stillness here. All that was heard was the sound of Mingyu and Jeonghan’s breathing and the occasional beep from a machine. Jeongahn was definitely asleep on your shoulder - not that you minded, he worked hard last night – and your eyes were getting irritated from no reset. 

Your eyes were focused on a pulled thread from the blanket Mingyu was tucked in with. Pulling it was a dumb idea, but the itch under your skin begged you to just tug it and rip it off. For a second you thought you were going to lose it, it had been too long since you stayed up all night, you weren’t a teenager anymore. 

While staring, you swore you saw Mingyu’s hand twitch. Refocusing your attention on the man, relief flooded through you when you saw his eyebrow twitch. Quickly you started to pat at Jeonghan’s leg, brushing his arm off your shoulder to stand and lean over the bed. Jeonghan was quick to react, bleary eyes blinking away any sleep that he could in case it was an emergency. He groggily voiced some concern but you didn’t hear anything. 

Mingyu’s eyes were starting to peel open, grimacing at the harsh lights of the room bleeding in through his cracked open eyes. You took his hand in both of your own, your heart beating so fast it might have you pass out. 

“Hey…hey, bud…” You said so softly, brushing some hair from his face when he turned his head. Tears were threatening to pour out of your eyes. A sound grumbled out of him and you cooed at him, a wobbly smile spreading across your lips. “It’s okay, ‘Gyu…”

He cursed when he tried to move some more but you quickly soothed him, placing one hand on his clothed chest to settle him. When his eyes fully opened, he took in his surroundings properly, sighing out a complaint of pain through his nose. Jeonghan had gotten up to round the bed and view Mingyu from the other side. 

“What-” His voice was hoarse and he tried to clear his throat but it didn’t help much. “How long have I been out?” 

“Almost twenty-four hours,” Jeonghan’s voice was just as soft when answering, a tight lipped smile was holding back the emotions he wouldn’t let spill over. “You scared us all half to death.” 

“ ‘M sorry.” He murmured out, but you only laughed, pushing his hair back. 

“No need to apologize, as long as you were here, that’s all that matters.” 

You stayed until he was coherent enough to ask for food and complained that beer was the best medicine. Both you and Jeonghan called everyone and they dropped everything they were doing to rush to Mingyu’s bedside. When he was in loving, safe hands, you asked Seungcheol for someone to drive you home, preferably not any of the guys since they wanted to be beside their brother. 

When you entered your apartment, you crashed hard. You couldn’t be bothered to change before crawling into the confines of your blankets and passed out. It was one of the best-worst sleeps of your life, you were happy to be asleep but terrified of the ongoing thoughts that haunt your dreams. You slept for twelve hours, it startled you when you saw the time on your phone. Seokmin and Jeonghan had sent text messages that only increased in volume the longer you didn’t reply. As you stared confused at your phone, a call came in from Jeonghan and you swiped to answer. 

“Hello?” 

“ Jesus, did you just wake up? You left over twelve hours ago, I was worried something happened.” 

Rubbing your eyes with one hand, you curled up on your side, yawning. “Yeah, I passed out once my head hit the pillow. I guess I was more tired than I felt.” 

“ Hmm, well Mingyu wants you back here to keep him company. If nothing changes by tomorrow night, he is begging to go home so we might take him back up to the house.” 

You nodded but remembered he couldn’t see you, and verbalized your ‘ okay’. He went on to say he’d be there in half an hour to pick you up and said goodbye. 

Jeonghan was true to his words in allowing Mingyu to go home. You were thankful he was alright despite the tremendous pain and eager to sleep in his own bed that was big enough for him and his long limbs. That’s how you found yourself seated in the back of Minghao’s SUV with Mingyu’s head on your lap. Seokmin had called shotgun and now it was the four of you hearing the injured man complain each time there was a pothole or bump in the road. Many of the others had work to tend to and would meet up back at the house later. You messaged Wonwoo to let him know you guys were on the way so he was prepared to help lug Mingyu to his room upon arrival. 

Really, getting him into the car was easy somehow, but getting him out of the car? He was whining like a baby and protesting whenever someone moved too fast. It was his stupid idea to lay across the backseats, it would have been easier to drop the backseats and lay him flat in the back with some pillows and padding to make it easier to get him out. When he was finally standing and huffing out tired breaths to compensate for the spent energy, it took Seokmin and Wonwoo to slowly walk him through the house and get him into bed. 

You trailed behind with a bag full of his things slung over your shoulder that another member brought yesterday. Wonwoo pushed Mingyu’s door open and you stopped at the threshold, not wanting to break the barrier of personal quarters. Jeonghan’s room was the only other place outside of the office in the house that was a more private space. The interior was a mix of black and white, medium-light colored wood as accents to the scheme. His bed was huge, probably a King-bed of some type, it wouldn’t surprise you if it was custom made exactly for him. He had a gaming set up in the corner, a few monitors and you would have laughed at the bright blue dog-ear headset. 

“Mouse, you can come in.” Mingyu called from where he sat on his bed, taking a moment before moving any more. 

“Uh- right. Yeah.” Shifting from foot to foot for a moment, you stepped inside and placed his bag at the foot of his bed. “Do you need anything?” 

With a shake of his head, he smiled and his shoulders shook as he laughed silently. “I’ll be okay. And thanks for everything, guys.” He said to Seokmin, Wonwoo, and Minghao but his eyes landed on you once more. “And thank you, Mouse. You helped a lot from what Jihoon and Vernon told me.” 

Mingyu got into bed with more ease than getting him up from the bed back at the warehouse. Wonwoo pulled the covers over him but you fussed a bit, making sure his phone was placed on his nightstand in easy reach and asking one last time if he needed something. He brushed you off and sent you out of the room with the rest, saying to wake him up when food was made. 

You had stepped out onto the back patio after parting from Mingyu and found solace under an umbrella to hide from the sun but enjoy the hot air. Being here at the house was one of the only times you could enjoy the outdoors without the constant noise of the busy city streets bothering you. Oftentimes you wished you could afford a home outside of the concrete jungle you lived in to have solitude and room to breathe truly fresh air. 

“Oh- Mouse, hey.” Vernon’s voice found its way to your ears and you turned to see him exit the back sliding doors. “Mingyu is home then, good.” 

“Mmm, yeah, he is probably knocked out in his room.” The response hummed out of you. “What are your plans?” 

“Ah-” He paused, mouth wide open and averted his gaze, trying to think of a good answer, but it was clear none came. “Honestly…I was going to smoke a bowl and stare at the ceiling for a while.” 

That sounded amazing after the last couple of days…

“Vernon,” You scratched the back of your neck and puffed out a breath. “Can I join you?” 

He didn’t bother hiding the surprise that spread across his features and one eyebrow raised high. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I think I need it.” 

With one more moment of hesitation, he shrugged and walked towards one of the sheds with a little bounce to his step. “If we get in trouble, it’s your idea.” 

Chuckling quietly as you trailed behind, you nodded. “Got it, I’m just ready to get higher than a kite.” 

As Vernon threw the door open to the shed, he spread his arms wide and spun around, walking backwards until his knees hit the back of the blanket covered couch at the far end of the building and sunk into it. “Welcome to DJ Leafblower’s Sanctuary. Very few are allowed in and when they do get invited, they leave relaxed.” 

It was a pretty small space but it was dark and comforting. It smelled strong of weed but that only added to the hippie vibe. He reached over to hit a button and the small area came to life with different types of colored lights and designs moving on the ceiling. Now you could see why he was going to stare at it for a while, it all made sense now.

“You make this sound like something completely different.” You closed the door behind you and crashed on the couch beside him, kicking off your slides and tucking your legs in criss-cross. “Also- DJ Leafblower? Did you name yourself that?” 

“Yes.” He said proudly and you only shook your head, laughing under your breath. 

“Whatever, let's just get this going.” 

If you tried to count on your fingers how many hits you took, you would have ten- wait…no five…everything looked a little funny. 

You don’t know where in between hits you and Vernon ended up on the cushioned, blanket covered floor, laying opposite directions but your heads beside one another. The light designs that shifted around on the ceiling were mesmerizing in your inebriated state, every time you slow-blinked they changed and you were even more fascinated by it. This was the most relaxed you’ve been in a long time and you didn’t want the feeling to end. 

“You know-” The words came out slow from Vernon, “I thought we lost him there for a moment.” 

Processing the sentence had you closing your eyes for a moment, humming back. “I couldn’t let another person die.” 

Vernon turned his head to you and you maneuvered to lay on your side, able to see his face but too unfocused to see his expression. “Another person?” He asked quietly. 

“My parents.” 

Silence filled the shed. The lights continued to move. You swore you could feel the earth move with how high you were. 

“Mouse…” Vernon sounded so…sorrowful if you had to point a word to it. “Is that why you didn’t sleep?” 

“Mhmm.” You don’t know why you were speaking about it, in your relaxed state it was too easy to just let the sob story – well, you thought of it as a sob story – spill out. “They ODed when I was a kid, like six.” 

“Fuck dude.” He sat up and turned to sit and face you. “That’s horrible.” 

You gave a quiet chuckle and shrugged. “When I saw Mingyu on the table, I had flashbacks to my parents on the floor in the living room, minus the blood and all. I kept picturing their faces on him, how lifeless they looked, how pale they looked. There was fucking needles on the ground beside their bodies. I just-” Sighing, you closed your eyes, “I couldn’t have that same feeling. I needed Mingyu to live.”  

You slowly sat up and everything around you spun for a moment. “What makes it worse? Those bastard cops, the ones that came when I called 911, brushed it under the rug because who wants the fact that a cop ODed with his stay at home wife while their daughter was sleeping written all over your police station and the small town news.” 

Vernon looked like he didn’t know how to respond, but the words continued to spill out. “I told them that I saw the guy's face that sold it to them but they never believed me, saying I was just making it up. Who the fuck makes that shit up? I saw the drug dealer that sold them laced stuff and no one cared. My family, god those assholes too, didn’t want the fucked up kid so I went into foster care, which sucked by the way. I tried to reach out to them but they told me never to contact them again. I bounced around from small town to small town for years after that. I got a scholarship to the university here in the city and I never looked back. I’ve had this fucked up sense that it was all my fault, like they turned to drugs because I wasn’t a perfect kid.” 

There was a smile on your face the whole time like the entire story was some kind of joke. You reached out and lit the put out joint, taking a long drag. “I learned later that they blacked out all and any information that my dad reached out to his commanders for help. The entire police report from the day I found them was blacked out too. Sick fucking bastards.” Every word that left you was said with hate. You took another long drag and handed it over to Vernon who gladly accepted it. He met your eyes, the expression he wore soft and in no way filled with pity. “If I ever see the guy that sold those drugs to them, Vernon…I swear I’ll kill him myself…” 

Vernon’s mind was fuzzy but he nodded, seemingly a mutual understanding of the feeling. “My sister and I…our parents were killed in a hit and run when we were young.” Hearing him start, your attention, while slow to focus, was drawn to him, watching as he stared up at the ceiling. “Because it was local gang shit and the cops were lazy as hell, we didn’t get any justice. We were sent off to our grandmother’s but she was old and couldn’t really take care of us. There wasn’t enough money so I stole to get by. Really I wanted to shield my sister from it.” 

“Is she-?” 

“She is going to college this year. When I joined SVT a few years back, I made them promise to help me pay for her education and I’d do what they needed. Mainly blackmail, weed growing and sales, shit like that. I’m not doing stuff like Chan, Minghao, and them. I’m mainly on Wonwoo’s side with work.” 

You nodded, laying back down beside him, letting your eyes follow the lights on the ceiling. 

“If I knew who those gang members were, I’d kill them in a heartbeat right now and I’m not the most coordinated with a gun.” Vernon let out a small huff of a laugh. “But we always have someone with my sister even if she is just being watched, if anything was to happen to her, I’d have justice as quick as I could. I’d raise hell and heaven to make sure she is resting in peace. I hope you find the guy that did it, it's an eye for an eye at that point.” 

“Thanks for not thinking I’m crazy.” 

“Crazy?” Vernon let out a loud laugh, shoulders shaking to the point where his arm knocked against yours. “We are laying in a shed where I smoke a fuck ton of weed on a property that Seungcheol built and prospered with mainly mafia money. Mouse, we are in a fucking action movie and honestly it gets boring.”

“Has anyone seen Vernon?” Seungkwan called through the living room, frowning. “I can’t find him.” 

The sun had set and almost all of the members were back at the house. He had gone in and checked on Mingyu who was knocked out, tucked snuggly under the comforter. Seungkwan had gone to Vernon’s room to hang out but came up short. He didn’t get any text messages that Vernon was leaving the property. 

“I swear you are usually attached to the hip,” Soonyoung shuffled around the kitchen, laughing at him. “Have you checked the shed?” 

Jeonghan entered the living room, looking at the group of members littering the area. “Have any of you seen, Mouse?” 

“No idea. Usually Seokmin knows where she is but he went back to the city for something. I haven’t really seen her since we got Mingyu into bed.” Minghao was lazied on the couch, a book hovering above his head as he scanned the pages. 

“I’m going to check the shed.” Seungkwan huffed, having a feeling that none of them would be of any help. “I’ll let you know if Mouse is in there.” 

Turning on his toes, he jogged out the back door and towards DJ Leafblower’s shed. He couldn’t see anything inside with the blocked out windows but a quick pull of the door gave him his answer. 

Mouse and Vernon were sitting back against the foot of the couch, heads leaned back as they stared at the ceiling. A blanket was thrown over their legs but the cloud of smoke that left the small building gave him a clear answer to the current state they were in. 

“No, all I’m saying is that if you want a really good bowl of soup, you need to let me cook..” Mouse rambled off and Vernon nodded along, “I make amazing soup, Vernon. I’m telling you.” 

“Nah, nah, I believe you, but soup is so…overrated.” 

Mouse gasped and slapped her hand against his arm. “ Take it back .” 

“You both are idiots.” Seungkwan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Vernon high is bad enough.” 

Both Mouse and Vernon lifted their heads and beamed at him. Truthfully his heart melted a little. They looked like little kids when their favorite person came into the room. 

“Seungkwan!” Vernon waved his hand and motioned for him to join them. “Kwan, Kwan, come tell Mouse the thing you were telling me about. About Jeonghan.” 

Seungkwan slapped a hand to his face and sighed once more. Of course he remembers that now. “No, Nonnie, I’m not going to talk about that while both of you are smoking.” 

“Why not?” Mouse questioned, resting her head on Vernon’s shoulder. “I wanna know the tea on Jeonghan.” 

He stepped inside and shut the door, pulling out his phone to send Jeonghan a text that they were in the shed, and sat down across from the two. “Because the tea shouldn’t be talked about when your head is in the clouds.” 

She whined, pouting. “That’s dumb.” 

“No, you are for smoking whatever concoction of weed Vernon had on hand.”

“The Leaf Blower special.” Vernon laughed.

Seungkwan mockingly muttered the words under his breath but leveled them both with a judgemental gaze. “Are you guys hungry? If you come inside, we can get you some of the chicken tenders Mingyu keeps in the freezer.”

“Tendies sound amazing.” Mouse giggled, “Do you have other trash food?” 

He was going to die by the end of the night because of them. “There are probably some pizza rolls and french fries in there. I think Shua brought home two dozen cinnamon rolls too.” 

“Seungkwan, I’d kiss you right now but I feel like jelly.” Mouse was looking at him like he was a literal god among men. 

“Please do not,” He started, continuing to talk under his breath but didn’t realize how loud he actually was, “Jeonghan wouldn’t be happy about that.” 

She frowned, confusion twisting across her face. “Why would he be mad about that?” 

Vernon grinned. “Because Jeonghan like likes you, Mouse.” 

“Oh for fucks sake-” 

“Wait- What?” 

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Here's the next Post-Epilogue design for Jade! I struggled a lot with this one because a lot of his design has specific purpose so I was weighing function against aesthetic and had to make some trade offs. Anyways, the small satchel and wrist contraption is a prototype for strengthening fonic artes.

More details under the cut. !Lots of Spoilers as well under cut!

-So firstly, I fully believe Jade would return to his research on Fomicry and lead the medical movement for replicas and replica health as he had mentioned in-game. I like to imagine that he goes by Jade Curtiss-Balfour as it's just easier than being called two different Family Names (as he's more well known in the research circles as Balfour).

-In the post-Epilogue world with the Planet Storm stopped, the concentration of fonons have dramatically decreased so I imagine spellcasters like Jade would find their fonic artes significantly weakened and perhaps some higher level artes can no longer be activated in normal circumstances. So to supplement the lack of fonons, the prototype uses concentrated fonic crystals (manufactured by fontech machines) that can be consumed during casting. For most efficient usage, the crystals can be absorbed into the body via contamination so it doesn't dissipate into the atmosphere.

-It's a bit hard to see, but Jade has half-glasses and one eye is darker because he's dispelled the fonic eyes on one of them. My understanding of the fonic artes is that it opens the fon slots in the eyes beyond normal circumstances to absorb more fonons in the air. With the lower concentration of fonons post-Epilogue, I figured that in desperate situations, the fonic eyes might overstrain themselves to try and draw in fonons (which increases the risk of going blind) and it happens to Jade once and he decided to cut his losses by removing it/disabling in one of his eyes and keeping the other one as a last resort (even if it may result in sacrificing sight in one eye)

-His turtleneck sweater is an homage to Professor Nebilim. The quilted coat is partially based on his young design. I had really wanted to keep his military boots in the design in the same colour scheme but having them all blue-teal made it really hard to colour coordinated the rest of his outfit so I changed it to grey. I wanted him to be able to switch between 'Doctor Balfour' and 'Colonel Curtiss' mode very quickly.

-I'm not too familiar with military ranks but I really hope that Jade tried to resign from the military so he could focus on his research (he can't do both jobs full time) but Peony wouldn't let him so he either demoted him or gave him a sideways promotion into a non-commanding officer role. It works out for Jade in the best way because he can take advantage of his military resources and access to help his research.

-His main research base is in Keterburg hence his winter-oriented outfit but he frequently travels to Belkend to collaborate on research and projects. He will sometimes help with theory behind new fontech and also deciphering old Dawn Age technical manuals (which were released in small batches from the forbidden archives in Daath).

-End of the day, Jade becomes super well known because of his knowledge and expertise that eclipses his former research and Necromancer title from his military days which makes him more approachable for marriage meeting requests plus he's more personable now after his travels and friendship with the party

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Lena somehow expects the shadow in her apartment less than she expects the fist that collides with her temple. Honestly, it's been a while since her last assault so really, she had it coming. But what shocks her the most when she comes to bound to one of her kitchen chairs is the face who stares back at her.

Well. Glares back at her, anyway.

Her own eyes study her from her doppelgangers position by the windows, hard and calculating. Jesus. Lena can only hope she herself doesn't go that heavy on the eyeliner.

"So you're the one."

Not-Lena's voice is low, almost gravelly. Lena recognizes it as the tone her own voice sounds when she's about to cry, but the dark eyes regarding her are dry.

"Excuse me?" Lena clips back.

"You're the one she wanted to save."

Lena doesn't need to ask to know who 'she' is. Who else on this planet has had a recent encounter with a duplicate of herself? The knowledge burns low in Lena's chest.

Supergirl. Somehow, it's always Supergirl.

"You don't seem surprised to see me," her counterpart says.

Lena doesn't deign to answer, instead posing a question of her own.

"Did Lex make you too?"

In a flash, her double's features harden to ice even as sudden rage burns in her eyes. She marches towards Lena and grips Lena's jaw tightly, hard enough to bruise. Lena fights back a whimper of pain.

After a moment, Lena is released with a small push, nearly tipping her chair backwards. With a measured step her counterpart retreats a single step, head tilting laconically to one side.

"You have Mother to thank for this." With her free hand, Lena's counterpart reaches up and pulls down the collar of her sweater-- one pilfered from Lena's own closet-- to reveal the polished surface of a kryptonite shard buried in her chest. Lena's own chest tightens at the sight. "Though Lex played his part getting me under her knife."

"Metallo," Lena breathes. Her mind races to put the pieces together. Manufacture isn't out of the question, but Lena senses there's more to it than that.

"You've encountered something like this before," her double observes.

Lena nods. "Yes-- but not me. The assassin Lex hired to kill me."

Finally, Not-Lena's features twist into a morbid smirk. "So she already did save you. Supergirl."

Lena gives a single nod. As bitter as she is that her supposedly best friend got one over on her, Lena can't deny the many times Kara has saved her.

She watches her counterpart turn away, returning to her stance in front of the windows, this time gazing out at the cityscape beyond.

"It's different," Not-Lena observes. "I hardly remember what it was like, before..."

Curiosity piques, tickling Lena's brain. "Before what?"

A sigh answers her. "The end of the world." Not-Lena turns back to face her. "I brought it back from the brink-- along with a team of carefully selected allies. But the damage was already done."

An alternate reality then, Lena surmises. If she herself was so changed by changed events, then Lena could scarcely fathom what her doppelganger's world might look like. Despite her desire to learn everything about that distant world, Lena forces herself to return to the matters at hand.

"Will you let me loose?" Lena twists her hands against the duct tape pinning her wrists to the chair she's sitting in. "Or are you planning to single white female me?"

A satisfied smirk curls her double's scarlet lips. With deliberate strides she closes the distance once more, this time to bend and reach for the tape binding Lena to the chair. Before she can rip the tape away, Not-Lena freezes, her ear cocking towards the open balcony.

"She's coming."

Shit. "Quick, let me-- hey!" Lena protests as her counterpart grabs the back of the chair and drags her effortlessly towards the nearest closet. Lena is shoved in among the coats, chair and all.

"Stay silent," her doppelganger warns. "Or you'll both die."

The door closes before Lena can issue a retort. Not that she's sure she'd have anything to say-- she wants to know how the impending confrontation is going to play out.

She hears the muffled whoosh of Kara's arrival, the thud of heavy boots on the concrete balcony. If Lena's counterpart says anything, Lena doesn't hear it. But she hears Kara loud and clear.

"I know you don't want to see me, but I have something to say."

Oh. Oh. That's not Kara-- that's Supergirl, all pompous authority and brassy command. The fact Kara doesn't even have the courage to come and speak to her as Kara Danvers makes Lena bristle with anger. It reminds her of the way Supergirl condemned her for the harun-el research, and the memory of Kara Danvers' smiling visage through all of it feels like sandpaper on an open wound.

"I made a mistake," Supergirl delivers firmly. "I was wrong to keep the truth from you. I know that. But the past is the past."

Lena scowls in the dark shadows of the closet. The past is the past. Funny how it's always the offender who says that first, rarely the victim.

"I made my choice," the hero continues. "And you're making choices of your own-- to not forgive me, to work with Lex... I'm done blaming myself for your bad decisions--"

The monologue pauses sharply. Lena waits for it to resume, as does her counterpart.

"You were saying?"

Not-Lena sounds almost exactly like Lena. So like her, in fact, that if she weren't the one in the coat closet Lena might assume the woman on the balcony were the real deal.

"Is someone here?"

"What makes you say that?"

In her mind's eye, Lena can almost see the crinkle between Kara's eyebrows.

"N-nothing. Just-- something seems... off."

"Well, if you could wrap up whatever you came here to say, I'd like to get back to my evening."

"R-right. I just--" Pieces of Kara Danvers peeks through Supergirl's facade as she stumbles to get back on track. "I came here to tell you that from now on-- you're accountable for your own actions."

Lena's stomach drops out from under her. It seems a part of her had still clung to a shred of hope that Kara would somehow know the magic words to heal them, to make everything right. Instead, Kara is washing her hands of it all-- washing her hands of Lena.

"If you continue to go down this path, if you go through with whatever you and your brother are planning-- I will do everything in my power to stop you. Just like any other villain."

Villain.

Lena can barely breathe. Her chest is tight with undefined emotion, the shadows blurring the tears in her eyes. To hear that word from Supergirl's-- no, Kara's-- lips, after everything that's happened.... Lena doesn't know whether to feel angry or heartbroken, and so she feels both together, intermingling in a twisting mess of rage and anguish.

How dare she--

"Is that all?" Lena's double drawls, a far cry calmer than Lena ever would be. If nothing else, meeting her doppelganger is worth it if only to save face when Lena herself wants to lash out at anything within reach.

"You're not Lena."

The accusation comes so sharp and so suddenly it nearly gives Lena whiplash. In the midst of eavesdropping, she'd forgotten the ruse of it all.

"Excuse me--?"

"You don't have a heartbeat." In an instant, Supergirl's voice had dropped into a threat, danger dripping from her words. "What did you do to her?"

Lena doesn't see her counterpart's reaction, but her next words are calm and slow, no longer Lena's own cadence.

"Do?" Ah. Lena hears another smirk. "Why don't you ask her yourself?"

The closet door is thrown wide, and Lena blinks briefly against the light as her double easily drags the chair back into view. Lena is plopped down in front of the balcony doors and a Supergirl whose anger quickly shifts into concern.

"Lena--!"

"Stay away from me."

Supergirl halts, hands outstretched. She retracts them hesitantly. "Lena, I--"

The hero takes a conciliatory step forward.

"Take a single step past that threshold, and I won't be responsible for the consequences."

A warm hand settles gently on her shoulder. Lena doesn't have to look up to see her counterpart pull down the collar of her sweater again. She can hear the crackle of energy sparking to life in the kryptonite, feel the faint heat of it charging. She sees the way Supergirl physically recoils.

"Lena..."

Lena squares her shoulders as though she were sitting on a throne, not bound to a chair.

"As you said," she issues past the lump in her throat. "You made your choice. It's time I make some of my own."

Supergirl draws herself up, regaining her composure. She made her bed, and it seems she's willing to lie in it.

"If you choose to forgive me, I will be here for you," Supergirl delivers firmly. "But if you--"

"Yeah. Villain. I heard."

Kara at least has the decency to blush, hopefully in shame.

"Leave," Lena delivers firmly. Her jaw firms resolutely. "Don't come back."

Supergirl gives her a final long look before lifting off into the night sky. Lena waits a beat, then two, before turning her attention back to her counterpart.

"Now let me go--"

Before she knows what's happening, a hand is around her throat. It squeezes, not enough to choke, but enough to let her know it's still an option.

"What could possibly compel you to work with Lex?"

Lena swallows thickly. "He's a means to an end."

"You're a fool--"

"I've been telling myself that for months." Lena glares at her doppelganger. "I have my reasons. It doesn't mean I trust him."

Yet again, Not-Lena releases her with a small shove. This time the feet of the chair squeal sharply against the hardwood. But she does reach down and rip through the duct tape with ease, freeing Lena and allowing her to rise.

As she stands, peeling the remaining tape from her skin as she regards her double. "What are you planning to do?"

"I have no intention of staying here, if that's your concern."

It is, but Lena is careful not to let her relief show. "With more information, I can get you home."

Her double scoffs. "So can I. But first..."

"What," Lena prompts.

Her counterpart turns, revealing a dark glint in her gaze that makes Lena's blood run cold.

"First, I'm going to kill our brother."

[georgegraphys]

Brands that user georgegraphys think would fit George (as team sponsor/individual BA jobs)

1. Samsung (Technology & Electronics)

I know George used Iphones but imo, Samsung would be a good fit to sponsor the team because a) their brand image definitely fit Mercedes & George a lot (bold, broad innovations, and of course, their main colours (Black, White, Blue) fits Mercedes official colour a lot or it doesn't clash against other colours, colour synchro is important too) + their CSR aligns a lot with Mercedes' as they focus a lot on energy efficient, sustainable, and renewable products

2. Cartier (Jewelry)

It is unlikely for Cartier to be a team sponsor, so i'd like to think of George doing a campaign for their collections. Was actually thorn between BVLGARI and Cartier (but then I thought BVLGARI would fit Lewis better, giving me maximalism vibes) whereas George imo, will look better with the simplicity that Cartier jewelry offers (i could honestly imagine Carmen & George doing this join Cartier campaign)

3. Brunello Cucinelli (Fashion)

This is highly unlikely as Mercedes and George are tied with Tommy Hilfiger (even if it happens, it would be an individual collab w/ George) but a collaboration with Brunello Cucinelli would blow people's minds. George actually wore plenty of Brunello Cucinelli clothes (one of them being the sweater he wore in Austria this year). Brunello Cucinelli emits the old money modest elegance, minimalism, and classic that would fit George a lot (as it seems like his fashion style is the opposite of Lewis' maximalism and stand out-ish)

plus, George is friends with THE Brunello Cucinelli's daughter alr on instagram 😜

4. L'Oreal (Cosmetics & Personal Care)

I might sound like i'm drunk but HAVE YOU SEEN GEORGE'S HAIR?! L'Oreal can easily make him their model if they become a team sponsor or collaborate with him on a personal campaign. It's a perfect objective for L'Oreal. That's if we're talking about the haircare part, but the skincare? George could too. His skin is *chef's kiss* perfect for a L'Oreal CF shoot on a beach

5. Hennessy (Alcoholic Beverages)

Haven't looked up the F1 policy on this since they seem to be sponsored by Heineken and idk if another alcoholic beverages brand is allowed to sponsor a team. But hey... FUCK THE ENERGY DRINKS WE ROLL WITH THE ALCOHOLS. George's fancy commercial with Hennessy, while drinking a cognac? I'll take it. Plus points for Hennessy is that sophisticated beautiful product design they had (the bottle designs) and the logo 🥹🥹 (i'm a sucker for logos okay)

Other optional replacements:

Ritz Carlton/Marriott Bonvoy > Intercontinental Hotel Group

It's British and had the same vibes and elegance of an expensive hotel just like Marriott Group & Ritz Carlton (I prefer Ritz Carlton over all) but yeah could be switchable. We can still see George doing silly Marriot Bonvoy-like CF

IWC Schaffhausen > Tissot Watches

There won't be a really huge change between Schaffhausen to Tissot as both of them are similarly classic Mercedes vibes.

Police Eyewear > Michael Kors

I just prefer MK's design over Police even though Police ones that George wears are good. Plus point for MK is that they're more well known (opinionated statement)

Monster Energy > None (?)

I don't think an energy drink company sponsor is really needed in George's Mercedes.

Possibly other brand types that i'm interested in for Mercedes to partner with : Airlines (Lufthansa/Etihad Airways) or Luxury Goods manufacturer (Montblanc/Fortnum & Masons/Harrods)

Other than these brands : i personally think Van Cleef & Arpels, Guiness, Bottega Venetta, L'Occitane, and Salvatore Ferragamo to be a great contender in being a good brand for George. But if we're talking about British stereotypes, Lipton should sponsor him LMFAOOO

Conclusion is George doesn't lack brands that fits his image branding and personality. Haters should not worry about who'll sponsor Mercedes/George. There are lots of brands that fit George's Mercedes and George Russell himself, maybe you should broaden your brand knowledge 🤭😝☺️

[not-really-a-writer]

Just Another Day

Summary: Each year, Love Day is just another day for you... that is, until a sweet clone trooper comes into your life.❤️❤️

Clone trooper Kix x reader

Warnings: NON CANON HOLIDAY "LOVE❤️ DAY" stuff and concepts (It's basically Valentines' Day y'all) fluff, dating/new relationship dynamics. Kix is a sweeeeeetheart and that's my hc till i die!

If you had remembered what day it was today, then you certainly wouldn't have worn your red sweater. You would have worn anything else. Literally anything else but that.

But it was too late to go back home and change. You brace yourself as you enter your office tower in the city. While on the transit train, you couldn't help but be bombarded by ads and displays along the way - Constant reminders of the special day it was today. A day that you had forgotten.

It wasn't hard to remember. The corporations made sure of that. Rather, it was easy for you to forget because the day bore no special significance to you.

Love Day was a day meant to celebrate romantic love on your planet. It wasn't meant only for couples, who proudly wore red to signify their taken status - singles got in on it too, as the day was also a fun day for those who were 'ready to mingle' to advertise openly without shame by donning green clothing. Those in more complicated relationship statuses wore yellow to signify 'proceed with caution'...and those who were less inclined to advertise their relationship status always wore neutral colors on Love Day.

So ironically, you trudge into your office, red sweater announcing to the world: Stop! I'm taken. But you weren't.

There was someone. But you weren't together, exactly.

----

Months ago, the 501st made stop on your planet. Their blue and white armor wasn't a completely unusual sight. There were always clone battalions coming and going from the city during the war. Your planet's close proximity to Coruscant and its manufacturing and ship repair facilities made it a popular stop for Republic forces rotating to and from the battlefront.

So on one particular day during your lunch break, you noticed one of them in your office tower’s ground floor cafe with you. Sitting to observe, you saw him for the first time - the man you eventually learned was named Kix.

It took some time sitting there, quietly watching him, but you did gain enough courage to talk to him. He was taking an unusually long time going through the caf garnishes at the cafe. Perhaps he was unfamiliar with the syrups and creamers available for self-service and needed some help. You can't imagine that the Republic provided anything but the basic dirty-water tasting caf available for the clones. You wanted to show him how good it could be.

"So uh.... do you need some help?" you asked shyly, giving him your friendliest smile. Kix turned to you with his mouth full of something to say, but he just smiled instead. A quiet "Maybe" escaped his lips, the warm cafe lights reflected in the darkness of his bourbon-hued eyes.

"That one's rather plain," you had said, motioning toward the syrup bottle next to his hand.

"Really? It looks good though," he replied, turning back to you with that dazzling smile.

This earned a small laugh from you. "Well, you can't go just by looks. You gotta taste it first," you had said, reaching for a stir stick. Gently taking the bottle from his hand, you squeezed out a few drops onto the stick. You balance the thick syrup on the flat part of the stick and bring it up to his lips.

Maintaining his smirk, Kix took the stick into his mouth, tasting the syrup that you called 'rather plain.'

"It's good!"

"You don't think it's kind of plain?"

"Hmmm.. wait till you try this one!"

... and so went your afternoon. Chatting away and learning things about each other.

And one afternoon turned into two. And then three. And five. And then it became a regular thing where you would see each other whenever he was on your planet. And then you talked while he was away.

But you never agreed on anything official. You knew you had feelings for him. But did he have feelings for you? You weren't sure.

----

"Ohh, someone's got a boyfriend?" You hear one of your coworkers tease. Oh the joys of working being slightly older than your coworkers. They always seem immature.

"Yeah. I forgot what day it was," you toss over your shoulder. A phrase you had prepared on the tip of your tongue the moment you realized you had made a mistake in your wardrobe choice today.

You make your way to your desk, and your cubicle mate, Korr, turns when they notice you. Closer to them than you were with your other coworkers, they lean over to you before speaking. "So, are you and that guy... official now?" they ask. "Oh... no..," you mutter. "We're not like that. We haven't had that talk yet," you admit.

You had never had a real boyfriend before. And you weren't sure how things transitioned from dating into a real relationship. So this was all uncharted territory for you. And it made you uneasy. So you never brought it up with Kix no matter how much you wanted to. And you had wanted to since you knew Love Day was coming up. If you had someone this year, it would be the first time that happened in your life. It would have been perfect timing since Kix was on your planet just the week prior.

The work day goes on, and you continue to be assaulted by prying questions from your coworkers. "Doing anything special tonight with your boyfriend?" and "Awww, did he do anything sweet for you today?" and "What do you have planned for this evening?" All questions you had no answers to since you didn't actually have someone special. Today was just another day, you thought. You and Korr work in silence together. They knew you well enough to respect your privacy.

The long morning dragged until early afternoon when you finally take a break for lunch to the cafe on the ground floor of your tower - the place where you had met Kix. Upon returning from lunch you notice something on your desk. As you approach, you see a cloud of delicate blossoms gathered in a vase centered on your workstation. Korr lets you know they were delivered to your desk while you were downstairs at the cafe.

"Curious..." you mutter, thinking this must be a joke from your coworkers.

The blossoms give off a lovely perfume, an exotic scent as beautiful as the planet of their origin. These were no ordinary blossoms. You retrieve the note to see what you're sure is someone else's name. Someone who's cubicle number closely matches yours which would explain the mis-delivery. Who would give you such an ornate gift for Love Day of all days?

You open the small envelope attached to the vase and see a handwritten note from someone familiar to you:

Hey Sweetheart. Sorry I couldn't be there for Love Day. I wanted to give these to you in person. Thanks for making my life special. I can't wait to see you again. I hope these make your day a little brighter - Kix

A warm feeling spreads across your chest and your eyes begin to brim with happy tears. No one had ever done anything so sweet for you on Love Day or any other day for that matter. No one had ever called you a pet name like "sweetheart" before. No one had ever told you that you made their life special, or that they couldn't wait to see you again. Is this what it is like to be loved?

You wipe your tears before anyone sees, and settle down at your desk to get back to work. Korr says nothing because they know you're just as surprised as they are. But you can tell they are happy for you.

And you were happy for yourself as well. What a surprise it was to know that someone special was thinking of you on Love Day, even when you had forgotten. Suddenly you feel a little more confident in your red sweater. Turns out it was a special day after all.

[mrs-han]

Hello, my lovelies!!

Thank you all so much for your submissions and interactions — it is so wonderful to be back in the company of truly wonderful people!!

I’ve been gifted with an abundance of happiness and strength that I simply needed to boast about it. Just a little! >w<

I’ll absolutely get back to your creative requests right after this! 🥹

V’s newly adopted daughter brought about a profoundly positive change in him, one both you and Jumin encouraged wholeheartedly. Jumin seemed giddier and far more optimistic now that his best friend was talking with him and inviting him over regularly.

And you felt a magnetic pull from Jumin as he expressed a playful and childlike side of himself, a side he didn’t show very often. Reason one billion, seven hundred and ninety-nine of why you loved your Jumin Han.

You played with a vivacious Lucy on the floor, bouncing your little doll against the floor of a Victorian dollhouse gifted to her by none other than her rich uncle. “The Prince is waiting for us! We must hurry!”

“I’m getting dressed!” Lucy opened an elegant dresser stuffed with little pieces of crocheted clothes done by your dear husband. “Oh, what shall I wear!”

Jumin’s chuckle distracted you. You spun to look at him; he raised his teacup towards you and continued speaking to V while still staring at you.

“Auntie, your turn to talk!!”

“Oh, uh —” you bounced your doll animatedly. “Put on the dress you bought last week!”

Lucy reached into the dollhouse; a loud crash suddenly alerted everyone in the room.

“Sweetheart?!” V sped towards his daughter, pulling her into his arms and searching her body for injuries. “Are you hurt? Sweetheart, look at me. Are you hurt?”

Lucy’s lower lip wobbled and tears flowed from her large blue eyes within seconds. “I… I broke the floor…”

After checking you over for any injuries, Jumin angrily reached for his phone. “This is completely unacceptable. I’m calling the manufacturer right now.”

“N-No,” Lucy stammered, wiping her tears with her tiny hands. “It’s my fault… I pushed… I pushed on it, and… p-please don’t be mad…”

You crawled to her, crooking a finger and lifting her chin. “Sweetie, accidents happen…! There could have been rot in the wood, so that’s why it needed to be knocked down! You performed a major service, you see!”

Lucy sniffed, unconvinced.

“Tell you what. Let’s give that room a brand new makeover!”

“C… Can we do that?” Lucy’s eyes pleaded with you.

“We’re gonna do our very best! It isn’t gonna be perfect, but it will be the best room by far because we recreated it!”

And you stuck to your word. Refusing pre-made models from your husband, you created miniature floorboards and light fixtures… after receiving a few minor shocks. Lucy carved furniture, painted her own art over the droll wallpaper, and knit a few new clothes with her Uncle Jumin.

And V helped dress each doll with their very own handmade dress. Or shirt. Or sweater.

After two weeks of working, the room was complete. It certainly contrasted the rest of the Victorian vibe, with its vibrant colors and bulky furniture, but none of you cared. Especially Lucy.

She tugged your sleeve, a proud sparkle in her eyes. “Auntie, auntie! Now that we’re finished, we can play in it!”

You smiled gently, running your fingers through her sandy brown hair. Jumin stepped in, shaking his head and producing a fairly stern tone. “Lucille, dove. Your aunt needs to rest.

“Aw… okay!!” Lucy spun towards her father, tugging his arm eagerly while begging for a yes to her question.

“Thank you,” you whispered, resting your weary head on Jumin’s chest. “My fingers are battered and my back is sore.”

Strong and capable arms holding you up, Jumin swayed slightly with you. “You know better than any of us how time consuming and rewarding construction is.”

You realized what he was talking about — how the walls and windows of your inner sanctum had been bashed in, leaving glass and dirt and other extremities everywhere.

It took you a grueling amount of time — weeks, months, years — making repairs and throwing out those who didn’t contribute to your greater good.

Including Jumin.

Your eyes flickered — Jumin lightly kissed your forehead. “You‘ve grown so much, my love. But if you start self-sabotaging by spending more time in someone else’s domain, then I’m afraid I’ll have to take necessary action.”

“Necessary action?”

“Break their door and carry you home, of course.” His brows shot up. “Or perhaps throw a rock at a window?”

“You shouldn’t damage property, Jumin.”

“I can if your host begins boarding you in.”

“No, I mean, you shouldn’t because I’ll have already bulldozed my way out.”

Your retort assuaged Jumin’s hardening gaze. “Haah… so it is true. From the ashes rises the Phoenix.”

Lifting you into his arms, you sank into Jumin’s embrace with ease, closing your eyes and pressing near. “I’m a hell of a Phoenix, too.”

Jumin chuckled gently. “Yes. You are.”

[oraclekleo]

Hello Kleo Good Morning!!! 🌞🌞🌞

I miss you I miss talking to youu and I've been wondering what's your fashion style? I can take a guess and it's something along the lines of long sleeve shirts, formal style (cause you're a professional girlie) and sweatpants when you're at home cause you're practical like that. I might be wrong but this is how I pictured you 🫶🏻

Oh hello!

I miss you, too! You can always hit me in inbox and DMs. I'm usually pretty chatty. 😂

You got it nearly right. My fashion style changed a lot when covid came. Now I don't give even the f****s I used to give. 🤣

I mostly wear clothes that allow me to both move and relax comfortably. Which in my case means leggings paired with dress. But don't think a fancy dress. It usually looks more like long t-shirt, or long hoodie, or long sweater. My favourite ones are with pockets. I swear I have like 10 such tops from Lidl (supermarket) so I'm really not focused on brands. 😂 My leggings are usually bright coloured or with patterns while the top dress is more subtle.

I wear a more fancy version to the office, too.

The top dress is usually along this lines:

I have exactly this dress and I love it, because it's got pockets. I love pockets on dresses and skirts! 😍 It's from Czech based online shop that is supplied by small manufacturers in Nepal and their work is ethical and they help local Nepali families and organizations (animal rescue ones, too). I love the bright coloured mandala patterns on black and I usually combine these with black leggings.

My sister makes fun of me for wearing leggings into bank office but my leggings are so nice that I got compliments on them from coworkers. 😂 Same applies to these dresses from Nepal. They are pretty loved by my coworkers.

So yeah! My home wear is very no-brand and my office wear is fair-trade. That's it. I rarely wear anything else these days. It's been ages I wore denim trousers and I used to wear it all the time until covid. 😂 I don't usually reveal much skin, not because of some morals or rules but more because I feel more comfortable being hugged by my clothes rather than by people 😂

So yeah! This is my fashion style. Nothing super extra, I don't really attrack attention on the streets but I don't need to impress anyone at this age. ��

It was lovely to talk to you! 💖

Kleo 🦄

[bunkershotgolf]

Callaway Apparel Launches Spring 2023 Collections - We Fit The Game

Callaway Apparel announces the launch of the men’s and women’s Spring 2023 collections.  The Spring 2023 collections offer a wide range of authentic, innovative and performance driven pieces blending enhanced styling with technically advanced fabrics.

“Performance is the heart of Callaway Apparel, incorporating game changing innovation and sustainability to authentic golf apparel,” said Oscar Feldenkreis, CEO of Perry Ellis International. “The Spring 2023 collections include exceptional variety and innovation so that golfers can look, feel and play their best, every time they step on the course.” 

Callaway Apparel’s sustainability initiatives are highlighted by its eco friendly fabrics which are manufactured with up to 30% recycled polyester made from previously used plastic bottles. In addition, Callaway has infused the collection with a wide variety of new and improved performance features including its re-engineered SWING TECH™, Opti-Dri™, UPF Block, Aquapel water repellence, Polygiene antibacterial, Engineered Ventilation and more. “By incorporating game-changing innovation and sustainable materials, our focus for Spring 2023 was to provide golfers exceptional products from a technically superior authentic golf brand,” added Feldenkreis.

Men’s Collection Highlights

The Men’s collection is inspired by artisanal craftsmanship with prints and patterns having an organic and natural aesthetic. Ventilated details, engineered seams, and stretch constructions are vital to the collection, making every piece multi-functional and extremely comfortable. Highlights include:

●      Conversational Prints

●      Essential Knits including Soft Touch

●      New Swing Tech Pants

Women’s Collection Highlights

The Spring 23 women’s collection is inspired by a trend called ‘Joyful Expression’ encompassing bold patterns in an aesthetic that is sporty, lively and joyful. Design details like Callaway Chev seams, engineered ventilation and entwined contrasts add feminine touches to the collection. Additionally many of the pieces incorporate new sun protection fabrication endorsed by the Skin Cancer Foundation. Above all, they create trademark details and enhanced comfort for the Callaway player. Versatility and multi-functionality are key to every golfer’s wardrobe.  Key pieces include:

●      Elevated Essentials with V-Placket Color Block Polos

●      Core Performance Dresses

●       Sun Protection & Lightweight Layering

About Callaway Apparel     

At Callaway® Apparel, we celebrate golf’s rich heritage by creating products that honor its past while defining its future. Callaway® Apparel is the ultimate combination of golf authenticity, classic styling and technically advanced construction because apparel that offers quality, performance, and functionality is as important to golfers as the equipment they use.

Callaway® Apparel men’s and women’s golf apparel is licensed and developed by Perry Ellis International, Inc., a global leader in fashion apparel and is available at: www.callawayapparel.com, select retailers and leading golf and country clubs worldwide.

About Perry Ellis International

Perry Ellis International, Inc. is a leading designer, distributor, and licensor of a broad line of high quality men’s and women’s apparel, accessories, and fragrances. The company’s collection of dress and casual shirts, golf sportswear, sweaters, dress pants, casual pants and shorts, jeans wear, active wear, dresses, and men’s and women’s swimwear is available through all major levels of retail distribution. The company, through its wholly owned subsidiaries, owns a portfolio of nationally and internationally recognized brands, including: Perry Ellis®, An Original Penguin by Munsingwear®, Laundry by Shelli Segal®, Rafaella®, Cubavera®, Ben Hogan®, Savane®, Grand Slam®, John Henry®, Manhattan®, Axist® and Farah®. The company enhances its roster of brands by licensing trademarks from third parties, including: Nike® for swimwear, and Callaway®, PGA TOUR®, and Jack Nicklaus® for golf apparel.  Additional information on the company is available at www.pery.com

[eva-knits12]

You Introduce Steve Rogers To Ordering From Amazon

-Steve Rogers grew up in the 1920's through the 1940's.

-He has never heard of Amazon.

-He asks you what it is when he sees the box that was dropped off at the Avengers Tower one day.

-The box has your name and address on it.

-You are living at the Tower because Tony joked that you're there so often, that you live there.

-Tony arranged for you to have an apartment there, seeing that as you're Tony's receptionist, and are pretty much both Tony's and Pepper's assistant.

-You open the box and see that it has the sweater in the color that you ordered, the long-sleeved tees that you ordered, the knitting needle set that you ordered, the yarn, and the necklace that you ordered.

-You and Steve have been dating for a few months, and Steve is curious about this.

"What's Amazon?" Steve asks.

-You explain that Amazon is an e-commerce site.

-Steve is still confused.

"You mean it's a catalogue?" asks Steve.

"It's kind of, but it's online," you explain.

-Steve is still confused.

-Steve is trying to adjust to being a man out of time living in the modern world.

"I'll show you," you say.

-Since it's time to clock out for the day, you take Steve to your apartment.

-You fire up your laptop, and enter your password.

-You go to the Amazon site.

-You show Steve what Amazon is, and that Amazon has EVERTHING.

-You explain to Steve that all you need is an Amazon account and a credit card if he wants to place an order.

-Steve looks at you confused again.

-You explain that if he wants to order something, he has to register for an account.

-He looks at you confused again.

-You show him how to register for an account.

-He realizes that he doesn't have a credit card, so you let him use yours.

-"How did you get a credit card or a bank account without your husband's or your father's permission?" asks a confused Steve.

-"Steve, I opened one by myself. Oh, boy you still have a lot to learn about women. Women have come a LONG way, and we still have a LONG way to go," you say.

-You explain that women can have jobs, open bank accounts, obtain credit cards, enter politics, own a home, own land, pay the bills and pay the mortgage or pay the rent without a husband.

-You sit next to Steve and explain how the search bar works.

-Steve looks at you confused because this isn't a paper catalogue that he grew up with.

-You ask Steve if he wants pizza or Chinese, and he has been curious about Chinese takeout.

-You order the sweet and sour chicken, and the almond boneless chicken.

-Steve likes the sweet and sour chicken, but he loves the almond boneless chicken.

-Steve orders a sketchbook and a new pencil set from Amazon.

-He also orders some colored pencils, too.

-Steve can't wait for his package to arrive, even though he ordered standard shipping.

-He asks about the express shipping, and wonders what the difference is between standard shipping and express shipping.

-You explain that express shipping is when you need the package within twenty-four to forty-eight hours, and that standard shipping will take three days or longer.

-Steve is taken aback by the time amount.

-"You had to wait 6-8 weeks for your order," says Steve.

-"Thanks to improvements is shipping, and improvements in manufacturing, and improvements in technology, shipping doesn't take as long as it used to.", you explain.

-A few days later, Steve's package arrives.

-He's excited because it arrived on the day it was supposed to.

-He didn't have to wait weeks for a package, and have it arrive whenever.

-You explain that's how Amazon works.

-Steve looks like a kid and feels like a kid because he's excited that his package arrived.

-He's surprised about how Amazon has changed things for him.

-Amazon has opened up a whole new world for him.

-He now orders from Amazon every chance he gets.

-You created a monster.

[elizabethplaid]

Put away a bit more laundry today, including the sweaters in a doesn’t-fit-under-the-bed bin. Those bins really suck, considering that I need to put my bed frame on risers for them to fit.

Had to take a break, after bending over for so long. I read “Meet Kit” from the American Girl book series - one of the books I bought from the library last year. It was like 64 pages, so it went by quick.

After recovering, I dug out Oriole (Tonner “Model Behavior” Olivia Chase) and redressed her and some other dolls. I can’t remember the last time I redressed dolls. Maybe a year ago? Last August? Idk. Had good and bad feelings about it. Definitely re-sparked my interest in 1-6 scale knits.

Complaints about Oriole below the cut:

I hate that her head has the “hook” side of hook-and-loop tape (aka velcro). Wigged dolls are so good for redressing, because you don’t have to worry about their hair as you change ‘em. But the velcro dot keeps snagging on fabric, defeating the purpose. 

Guess I’ll have to get those little silicone dots or a silicone wig cap. Gotta remove the bits attached to the head, at the very least.

The purple Create-a-Monster wig (with peg snipped) fits her nicely, even with the velcro dots. This doll is shaped more realistically, so her head seems tiny and her body seems masculine (muscle-y?). She lacks the grace that the Antoinette and Chic bodies had. Even the Deja Vu body, as awkward as it can be to hold poses, is more favorable to me. I think it’s the arms/hands and width of the shoulders that I throw me off.

There’s also a rubbery “underwear”-shaped sleeve over her hips. I don’t remember what others have remarked about it, other than it being odd. There was worry of staining, I think. I’m debating whether or not to cut it off, and how badly I want to destroy it in the process.

The manufacturer wrote on the back of the doll with a marker, which is weird. Back of the head and back of the neck. It doesn’t seem like an artist’s signature. Has this happened with other examples of the newer Tonners? If so, then the Ryan Roche dolls would have the same marks. (I know I saw someone on tumblr with a Ryan Roche doll, but the skintone might be too dark to notice the marker.)

This is literally the 2nd time I’ve taken her out of the box, since I got her last year. It’ll take some time for her to grow on me. I already have strong preferences/opinions on what I like about doll aesthetics and sculpting.

Taking the hyper-empathy interpretation, we’re probably not meshing well, because she’s mad at me for leaving her in the box for so long. That or because I keep giggling at her tiny head. The vibe felt better towards the end of my dressing session with her today. So that gives me hope that we’ll “get along” better later.

[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.

[this-is-not-a-slow-burn]

It's not just fast fashion though! That's just the current buzzword. You can blame this entirely on the RTW (ready to wear aka prêt-à-porter) phenomenon.

Back in the day you had to either make your own clothes, or have them made for you. It wasn't cheap. You had maybe maaaaybe two or three dresses/pair of trousers etc. And you wore them till they stank, before washing, if you ever washed them at all. (This is why undergarments were so important. Those were made of cheaper fabrics, and washed more often.) Because of the custom construction and the associated costs, when style trends changes women would have their existing dresses altered to fit the prevailing styles. You couldn't just pop down to the shops and pick up a new dress. This was true for *everyone* not just the upper and middle class.

Enter rtw. This is the beginning of the disconnect for consumers, where the creation of clothing becomes very distanced from their budgets and everyday lives. The timeline varies, but safe to say men's rtw came first, via military garment production in the 19th century, while women's rtw didn't come around until the mid 20th century due to the intricacies of the tailoring plus the "fussy" details of fashion such as necklines, waistlines, and ornamentation like bows, lace edges, or hand beaded patterns. In the beginning women's rtw was sold in designer boutiques, operated by the fashion house itself, YSL being one of the first. Gradually rtw came to replace ateliers and tailors for most consumers, but the quality of the clothing was still a better quality than it is now.

The accessibility of rtw meant a rapid expansion of the market that moved into department stores, as more and more consumers wanted in on it. The department store clothing was made of less expensive materials, in simpler designs. They had to be replaced more often than custom tailored clothing, due to both quality and the rapid shift in popular fashion styles, but that wasn't as large of an expense. And it was *on purpose*. Marketers and retailers realized they could generate more *profit* (not just revenue) by artificially creating turnover.

So basically this is all to say that "fast fashion" is mostly a buzzword. And it is only the most current iteration of this downward trend in rtw, which you can blame on marketers. Marketers made it trendy to wear basically ass end of the spectrum quality clothing by making the marketing materials *look* expensive. (Drop shippers rejoiced at this development) It's not a new tactic, but the internet has fueled it and it's become hyper inflated to the point of absurdity. An almost comical caricature of the ready to wear phenomenon. Surrealists would be proud tbh. (Blame the 2000's and the Kardashians tbh)

This is where the disconnect happens though.

It's prevalent in many maaaany artisan fields, and has been for decades.

I know of it from the knitting side. Someone who isn't a craftsperson sees your cute beanie/scarf/sweater, but they don't see the cost of the materials, (and the cost it took the manufacturer to make said materials) the cost of the tools, the labor spent making the beanie/scarf/sweater, the pattern written by another craftsperson that was developed over many trial and errors, with multiple types of yarn, sizes of needles etc, the transcribing of what their hands did into written instructions, the chart, the proofreading of said pattern, the printing, the distribution, the advertising.

Your friend walks into Target and grabs the cute scarf off the rack and pays for it.

So why can't you make a scarf for them for $20 with some yarn they bought a while back and never did anything with because ugh, it was too hard.

still thinking about the brainrot that fast fashion has caused in people, like i made this pair of pants that are black and white with a cool flowery design, and an acquaintance saw them and said "wow i'd pay like 20 dollars for you to make me a pair" and i could barely think with how utterly horrified i was at that; i told them that 20 dollars wouldn't even cover the materials, let alone the hours of work that went into cutting, sewing, ironing, hemming, altering, etc. they just had this look on their face when i told them that, when i said i wouldn't make them a pair for even 100 dollars because that was still way too low of an amount, a look that said "you're crazy for thinking that those cost 100 dollars" and maybe i am crazy but holy shit, 20 dollars for a pair of handmade, durable, lined pants fitted specifically to your measurements? 20 dollars for upwards of 60 hours of work? 20 dollars for several yards of high-quality fabric, thread, and buttons? 20 dollars???

[tenetsco]

No Compromise: Tenets Apparel Matches Luxury, No Exceptions

In the world of fashion, luxury has traditionally been synonymous with exclusivity, high price tags, and, at times, compromises in both ethics and accessibility. But Tenets Apparel is changing the game. With a mission to deliver luxury without compromise, the brand is proving that you don’t have to sacrifice quality, sustainability, or affordability to enjoy the finest craftsmanship. By pushing the boundaries of what “luxury” can be, Tenets is setting a new standard for what luxury fashion should look like in today’s world.

Uncompromising Quality

At the heart of Tenets Apparel’s philosophy is a commitment to uncompromising quality. Unlike many luxury brands that rely on extravagant price Greek Apparel points to justify the exclusivity of their products, Tenets focuses on elevating the craftsmanship and materials used in every garment. From silky smooth fabrics to meticulously finished details, every piece reflects a level of care and precision that rivals the most expensive luxury labels. Whether it’s a perfectly tailored blazer, a supple leather jacket, or a luxurious cashmere sweater, each item in Tenets’ collection embodies the essence of luxury, all while maintaining a reasonable price point.

This dedication to high-quality materials—sourced ethically and responsibly—ensures that customers not only experience luxury in the feel of the fabric but also in the longevity of the pieces they purchase. Rather than following fast fashion cycles, Tenets designs with timelessness in mind, offering products that are built to last and only improve with age.

Ethical Luxury

Luxury is no longer just about opulence; it’s about the values behind the brand. Tenets Apparel has embraced the importance of sustainable and ethical practices, ensuring that every item is produced with the utmost respect for both the planet and the people who make them. Unlike many high-end brands that hide their supply chains or outsource to low-wage countries with questionable labor practices, Tenets prioritizes transparency, fair wages, and sustainable sourcing. They work with trusted manufacturers who are committed to reducing environmental impact, ensuring that each step of production—whether it’s fabric dyeing, cutting, or stitching—is done responsibly.

By integrating ethical production practices with their luxury designs, Tenets challenges the notion that luxury must come at the expense of workers or the environment. In doing so, the brand redefines luxury as something that is not only sophisticated but also conscientious.

Accessible Yet Exclusive

One of the most compelling aspects of Tenets Apparel is its ability to make luxury accessible without diluting its exclusivity. Luxury often means exclusivity, but in the case of Tenets, exclusivity is rooted in exceptional quality and design, not in inflated price tags. By stripping away the traditional costs associated with branding, excessive markups, and extravagant marketing campaigns, Tenets makes its high-quality, ethically made garments attainable to a broader audience. This approach allows more people to experience the luxury of finely crafted clothing while avoiding the trap of paying for name recognition alone.

At the same time, Tenets maintains its exclusive appeal by offering unique, sophisticated designs that stand out in a crowded market. Their minimalist yet elegant approach ensures that their pieces are not only luxurious but also distinctive, making them investment pieces that are as rare as they are refined.

No Compromise on Style

Finally, Tenets Apparel ensures that style is never compromised. The brand’s design philosophy blends timeless elegance with modern sensibility, creating pieces that are both versatile and stylish. Whether it’s a clean-cut trench coat, a well-tailored suit, or an impeccably crafted leather bag, Tenets designs with the understanding that true luxury is about more than just appearance—it’s about how a garment makes you feel. Their focus on simple, sophisticated silhouettes means that each piece can be dressed up or down, allowing customers to effortlessly integrate luxury into their everyday wardrobes.

Conclusion

Tenets Apparel is redefining the luxury market with a bold promise: no compromise. By combining the finest materials, ethical production practices, and accessible pricing, Tenets is proving that luxury can—and should—be both beautiful and responsible. This brand challenges the status quo, showing that you don’t have to choose between quality, ethics, and affordability when it comes to luxury fashion. For those who want the best without compromise, Tenets offers a new standard: luxury for everyone, without exceptions.

[taangerinetiger82]

Linen Shorts for Women: A Summer Wardrobe Essential

Introduction 

Welcome to the sun-soaked days of summer, where the quest for the perfect blend of comfort and style leads us to one standout wardrobe essential: linen shorts for women. At Taangerine Tiger, we specialize in creating garments that not only look good but feel divine to wear. Our linen shorts are designed to offer both comfort and chic versatility, making them a must-have in any woman's summer wardrobe.

The Enduring Appeal of Linen 

Linen is a timeless fabric beloved for its breathability and durability. Made from the fibers of the flax plant, it's environmentally friendly and perfect for those warm summer days when comfort is paramount. Linen shorts offer a lightweight, airy feel that other materials can't match, making them ideal for everything from beach days to city nights.

Versatility at Its Best What makes linen shorts a staple? Their incredible versatility. Here’s how you can style linen shorts for various summer occasions:

Beach Bound: Pair them with a simple bikini top or a flowing kimono for a look that's effortlessly chic.

City Exploring: Style with a sleek tank top and a pair of comfortable espadrilles for a day of urban adventure.

Evening Outings: Elevate your linen shorts with a sophisticated blouse and strappy heels for a night out.

Relaxed Weekends: Combine with a cozy tee and sneakers for ultimate comfort during casual outings.

Explore Our Linen Collection At Taangerine Tiger, our linen collection goes beyond shorts. Delve into our full range to complement your summer style:

Linen Maxi Dresses: Ideal for those occasions when you want to feel dressed up yet comfortable.

Long Linen Dresses: Perfect for adding a touch of elegance to your summer wardrobe.

Summer Dresses Online: Discover our vibrant selection of summer dresses, available with just a few clicks.

Beach Dresses for Women: Essential for your next vacation, our beach dresses are both practical and stylish.

Linen Jumpsuit Women: For an easy, all-in-one outfit solution that screams summer.

Brunch Dresses: Look your best at brunch with our charming selection of dresses designed for dining in style.

Why Choose Linen Shorts from Taangerine Tiger? Choosing linen shorts from Taangerine Tiger means investing in quality and sustainability. Our shorts are:

Crafted from high-quality linen: Ensuring they last beyond just one season.

Designed for all body types: With a range of sizes and fits to flatter every figure.

Available in various styles and colors: Whether you prefer neutrals or something bold, we have something for everyone.

Sustainable Fashion Choices At Taangerine Tiger, we are committed to sustainability. Our linen is sourced responsibly, and we strive to minimize our environmental footprint throughout our manufacturing process. By choosing our linen shorts, you’re not just making a style statement—you’re also supporting eco-friendly fashion.

Styling Tips for Linen Shorts Here are a few tips to get the most out of your linen shorts:

Accessorize wisely: A well-chosen hat, bag, or pair of sunglasses can elevate your look.

Belt it up: Adding a belt can define your waist and change the profile of the shorts.

Layer thoughtfully: Don’t hesitate to throw on a light sweater or jacket when the evenings get cooler.

Are you ready to embrace the ultimate in summer comfort and style? Visit Taangerine Tiger today to explore our exclusive collection of women's linen shorts and find the perfect pair to add to your wardrobe.

Shop Your Perfect Linen Shorts Now!

Conclusion 

Linen shorts from Taangerine Tiger offer more than just comfort; they are a versatile and stylish foundation for any summer outfit. With our commitment to quality and sustainability, you can enjoy wearing your linen shorts knowing they are crafted with care for both you and the planet. Dive into our collection today and discover how our linen shorts can transform your summer wardrobe.