#contributing writer

[kakasakuzine]

🌸 Bouncyirwin is sure to make your heartbeat faster 🌸

⚡️ she/her | @bouncyirwin

Favorite headcanon: They meet in the middle, like dusk joining light with night. They regard each other with respect and admiration. And most importantly, they walk down the path of life hand in hand, together.

⚡️ Carrd | Twitter | Retrospring ⚡️

[nauticonfashionstore9]

How Do I Find The Perfect Oversized Hoodie? ULTIMATE GUIDE

Best Oversized Hoodie

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In the ever-evolving realm of winter wear fashion, one trend has emerged victorious in capturing the hearts and closets of many: oversized hoodies.

These cozy and comfortable garments, often dubbed oversized hoodies, have transcended their humble beginnings to become a staple in contemporary winter wardrobes.

In this blog, we will delve into the various features of oversized hoodies, including oversized jean jackets, oversized bomber jackets, oversized puffer jackets, and oversized trench coats.

We’ll also explore why they have become a sought-after choice for both women and men seeking warmth and style during the colder months.

The Relaxed Fit: A Cozy Trendsetter for Winter

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In stark contrast to the more form-fitting nature of traditional winter clothes, oversized hoodies provide a loose and roomy silhouette that wraps the wearer in a cocoon of comfort during chilly seasons.

This design not only enhances the overall coziness but also opens the door to effortless layering, making them an ideal choice for those transitional seasons when the weather can’t quite make up its mind.

Imagine the ease of slipping into an oversized hoodie on a crisp winter day or a cool fall evening. The generous fit offers a sense of freedom and comfort, allowing individuals to move with ease while exuding an effortlessly laid-back vibe.

It’s not just a piece of clothing; it’s a comforting exploration that adapts to your every move, providing an extra layer of warmth and style during the winter months.

Versatility Redefined: From Casual to Chic Winter Fashion

What sets Nauticon oversized hoodies apart from the crowd is their unparalleled versatility in the realm of winter wear. These garments are the chameleons of winter fashion, seamlessly adapting to various styles and occasions.

Whether you’re aiming for a casual and laid-back look or a more fashion-forward ensemble during the winter season, oversized hoodies have got you covered.

For an easygoing, casual winter vibe, pair your oversized hoodie with leggings or skinny jeans—a perfect choice for a winter clothes sale ensemble. The relaxed fit complements the laid-back atmosphere, creating a winter look that effortlessly balances comfort and style.

Picture yourself strolling through the city streets, radiating an undeniable coolness that only an oversized hoodie can provide.

But wait, there’s more winter wardrobe inspiration. Elevate your winter fashion game by exploring oversized bomber jackets, oversized puffer jackets, and oversized trench coats.

Team them with a skirt and boots for a winter-ready, fashion-forward ensemble. Suddenly, you’ve transformed a cozy winter staple into a winter clothing statement that turns heads.

The beauty lies in the endless possibilities, giving you the creative freedom to express your winter style in a way that feels uniquely you.

[gothamite-rambler]

The years of the first Robin annoying Batman... It all started with a virtual meeting because in DC Skype technology existed early and actually didn't look like potato quality footage.

Batman was in the middle of a video meeting with members of the Justice League, discussing pressing world matters. Meanwhile, in a nearby corner of the Batcave, Dick, dressed in his Robin suit, was seen climbing the dinosaur statue.

Batman: The issue is—

Robin!Dick (shouting): Batman! Batman!

Batman (ignoring his son): The issue is—

Robin!Dick (standing on the dinosaurs head, shouting): Look! Look how high I climbed! LOOK AT ME!

Batman paused, sighing silently, clasping his hands together as he silently prayed his son wasn’t doing something dangerous.

Batman (whispering to himself): Don’t be on the dinosaur.

He turned around in his seat and saw what he feared. He let out a scream, causing those in the virtual meeting to stifle their laughter.

Batman: Damn it, Robin! What did I tell you about climbing that?!

Robin!Dick (sitting on top of the dinosaur’s head): I gotta wear knee pads when I climb.

Batman: Alfred told you that! You’re actually wearing them?!

Robin!Dick (patting his bike helmet): Yep, and a helmet, aren't I a good boy?

Batman: Get off the dinosaur!

Robin!Dick: No. Climb up here and get me!

Batman cursed under his breath, then reached for the emergency grappling hook and some rope.

Batman: Raising kids was supposed to be easy, I said. He doesn’t have that much energy, I said. Why is this my life? Hold on, everyone!

Batman excused himself and headed toward the dinosaur, while the Justice League members watched, entertained.

Wonder Woman: He’s going to fall before the kid gets down.

Green Lantern!Hal: Five bucks says he’s got a mat underneath that dinosaur because he’s definitely falling off.

A minute later, Batman had climbed up the dinosaur, but Robin kicked off the hook, causing Batman to land on the conveniently placed mat below.

Batman: Alright… now I’m mad.

Superman: Almost got him?

Batman: Eat a cactus!

Robin!Dick hummed happily, pulling out a Granola Bar and snacking while Batman moved to the front of the dinosaur, securing the rope to his side and using suction cup hand grips to climb higher.

Reaching the left side of the dinosaur’s head, Batman grabbed Robin by his own head and forcibly slid him down the dinosaur’s neck.

Robin!Dick (eagerly jumping): WEEEEE! Again!

Batman: No, not again! Grounded!

Batman then slid down the dinosaur’s tail. Robin!Dick swayed with an almost too-sweet grin. Batman exhaled heavily, visibly enraged at his disobedient son.

Robin!Dick: Your face is all red… Are you mad at me, Papa? I love you.

Most of the Justice League could be heard ‘aww’ing at the wholesome manipulation, but Batman wasn’t falling for it. Three minutes later, he was back at his desk, continuing the meeting with his son next to him, tied up with rope.

Robin, however, wasn’t upset. He simply rocked his feet and hummed a few songs.

Batman: Do you have anything to add, Robin?

Robin!Dick: Hmm… We should get better climbing gear. I kicked off the grappling hook with ease. Sloppy, Papa. Very sloppy.

Robin chuckled as he watched his father cover his face and grumble under his breath.

Robin!Dick: I also request that the Justice League buildings have vending machines with popular snacks and water.

Superman: That’s actually a good suggestion.

Batman: Do not entertain him!

Aquaman: This probably won’t help you feel better, Batman, but your son untied himself.

Batman sighed in defeat, realizing his son was jumping rope… with the rope he was tied up in. He shrugged, took a long sip from his coffee, and the members of the Justice League erupted into laughter instead of focusing on their serious discussion about world affairs.

[leohtttbriar]

i know that uhura’s role in tos was written to be like a radioman (the guy in wwii movies who carries the phone on his back sometimes) meaning that the “communications officer” role evolved from radioman to linguist in the time since tos aired. but that makes uhura in tos really interesting with a retrospective read of her character, applying things novels and later iterations of her have fleshed out, because she doesn’t do any visible linguistic work in any tos episode. she does security and navigation and piloting and engineering which sort of makes her seem like a valuably flexible sort of many-skilled officer.

it was probably both enterprise with hoshi and the 2009 movie that really cemented the idea of “communications officer means linguist or at the very least polyglot” instead of it just being an uhura-quirk. uhura in the 2009 movie does a lot of engineering/operating work of comm equipment and is implied to speak a lot of languages on top of be able to interpret subspace “noise,” so to speak (like, there’s no way it’s radio. it can’t be radio. star trek takes place across distances of lightyears—when they say “signal,” i’m assuming it’s not radio). and of course strange new worlds has run with the linguistics angle and made it even more explicit that yes she studies linguistics, linguistics is a core part of starfleet academic infrastructure, to the point where whole episode plots are written around the act of translation.

the retrospective addition of this expertise to uhura makes what she is in tos a character even more focused on leadership and, idk, becoming something like a captain, because she doesn’t seem all that specialized. she’s more of a kirk-like character, or janeway or sisko, characters that have a specialized skill but have set it aside mostly to pursue some sort of command. obviously this wasn’t the intention of her character. writers of uhura have mostly just stumbled on the idea of her as a polyglot (according to wikipedia, first introduced in the novel uhura’s song, so) and been like “neat idea! makes sense! explorers need to learn languages!” and kept doubling down on that idea until we get to an origin-story uhura in snw that (wildly) speaks 37 languages, for whatever definition of speak or language, i guess.

what all this overthinking on my part has generated is this idea of uhura very much like a futuristic-captain aubrey or a captain sisko not nailed down to one station, hanging off the shrouds of a solar-sail ship’s rigging, looking beyond, in the most romantic and idealized version of an explorer. i think a lot of people read/write female characters as being more down-to-earth than the whimsical leader-on-the-sea or more nurturing than than the hardened captain-of-a-ship, partly why janeway and burnham are so wonderful to me. but it’s fun to imagine tos uhura being the exploring-captain archetype, amongst the political structures of the 60s. like the additions to her character over the years have solidified that romantic adventurer portrait of her in tos, when the idea of her in command would be the least welcome.

and the fact that she was shown to be excited about a solar sailing ship in snw, like sisko was in ds9 for that one episode, i think emphasizes this read of her—and that her character-journey in snw is going to be how she goes from bookish linguist to “hanging-on-a-shroud-on-a-sunsail-ship” looking out to “sea”.

[afflatusssss]

Melinoë: “You know, you’ve changed. You seem…more full of life. I catch these glimpses of your face while you’re in flight, and…it’s like there’s a joy in you I’ve never seen before.”

Icarus: “Heh, well, there’s the flying, which admittedly doesn’t get old…and then there’s seeing you, taking on the legions of Chronos single-handedly. Using all your training. Wow…”

[Source]

[brittany-and-lewis]

landoscar have had the highest increases month to month in new fanfictions written consistently for a while now and i just think that's really important

[kakasakuzine]

🌸 Welcome Birdie, whose writing is so tender it feels almost raw 🌸

⚡️ any pronouns | @bitchbot3000

Favorite headcanon: Kakashi sending his ninken to check on Sakura post-war.

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[nauticonfashionstore9]

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In the ever-evolving fashion landscape, T-shirts remain a quintessential staple in everyone’s wardrobe. Whether you’re lounging at home, heading out for a casual meetup, or dressing up for a night out, a good T-shirt can be your best friend. Today, we’re diving into the world of Nauticon, a brand renowned for its affordable, high-quality, and stylish T-shirts available for men, women, and in unisex styles. Let’s explore how Nauticon is redefining style with its wide range of T-shirts, including printed T-shirts for men, oversized T-shirts for women, and much more!

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[readgoods]

What if Hesh walker from COD Ghosts??? With a cute girl in his lap?? Who praises him senseless and that kinda gets him going??? He's the oldest brother he's not used to praise and just sits there and takes it while his girl worships him

(Not sure if you like Cod:Ghost's but it's been stuck in my head for days. This also can apply to Ghost imo)

I don’t know enough about him to really know of I like him or nah! @thechaoticcheese was suppose to stream the game for me some day but our schedules haven’t aligned yet!

I’ll keep this in mind though… I might… draw this anyway, I like the concept! Putting this on my list!

[hanaonesflower]

･*:ﾟ･Black on white ･*:ﾟ･

A Vietnamese proverb goes "giấy trắng, mực đen," which directly translates to "white paper, black ink", the phrase can be used to describe the day Gojo Satoru's Mont Blanc ball-point pen rolled across the cream legal paper, his penmanship edged the seams, marking the beginning of the end.

The divorce papers were final, and so was his life. When he no longer had it in him, the regal pen fell as his head collapsed atop his palms, tears brimming. There it was, five years of marriage down the drain with a single stroke of a pen. Satoru felt as thought he was watching himself outside of his body, that his soul was lying on the couch from across the room, staring at him blankly, or someone was puppetting him to sign the papers that were due today. You were coming for them at four pm sharp. He didn't want to do it.

His heart clenched in his chest, so hard and tight he couldn't discern if it was a heart attack episode or just the shattering of the space that held you. At this point, what's the difference? The room felt colder that it actually was. This house – the one he shared with you. After five years of running up and down hallways together, had come to an end; the arranged marriage met its terms and served its purpose. The Gojo clan finally gave him their blessings, what he waited for, Satoru was free to betroth himself to the person he desired. But now, that person was waiting outside, inevitably, for the moment to be free of him.

He knew this day would come, but never in a million years did he imagine that five years would have gone by just like that. Satoru knew that marital contract like the back of his hand. When his parents conditioned it, he even found himself thrilled by the fact of it only being a five-year deal. So why? Why is it now that he was so utterly devastated that you were walking out of his life for good, forever? Why did he feel like his whole world was closing in on him, making it hard to breathe, impossible to imagine a tomorrow without you? Was it him that couldn't wait for this term to be over? What did you become to him in these five years? What mark did you leave on him throughout the passing seasons? Satoru couldn't wrap his head around it, he was paralyzed, trapped in his own body and mind, unable to move, a coward 'til the end. The party was over, the guests have retreated, he's left with only the essence of what was and the regret that soon followed.

[louferrignojrofficial]

tim minear for deadline about bobby’s death and fan reactions

[mickyschumacher]

one of my nightly routines is to check the tags i follow for something to read and then be mildly upset that i've read all of it already and then realise i'm part of the problem because i could've written something new to be read.

writer-reader problems fr

[crazy-ache]

The Azriel Bonus Chapter revealed one important detail. Azriel feels entitled to the mating bond (and as a result, the third sister) which can only mean (to me, personally) he will be the last to find his mating bond.

It is why his words and actions felt so jarring for many readers—SJM was emphasizing this flaw for us. He stands to grow more from watching the girl he felt entitled to end up happily with her actual mate. It would be regressive to his growth (and Elain) to be rewarded with his mating bond and HEA before her. It is the only way a fatal flaw like entitlement would truly learn their lesson and grow from it.

Some will dislike that sentiment, but it makes for a much more satisfying story of character development.

[sun-snatcher]

May i have a blurb of Haytham Kenway… a taste… pretty please…

( all credits to @giffedit for this incredible gifset! )

✠ | insufferable ; haytham kenway

summ. Bickerings oft lead to equally heated conclusions. a/n.  A TASTE you say? Here’s 1k of an angry, enemies-to-questionable-allies makeout. No actual smut, but NSFW themes, ofc.

YOU CAN’T RECALL how you got here.

Here, by way of meaning: 

Pinned against Templar Grandmaster Haytham Kenway’s paper-strewn work desk, inkpot spilled over and staining the cuffs of your sleeves, with his hands roving down your sides and your hips pressed hard against his.

“You,” he rasps, bordering a growl. “Are an insufferable woman.”

The proximity, the heat of your panting mingling with his— it’s blistering. Feverish. You want to kiss him. You want to punch him. 

You tighten the bracket of your thighs around his waist, tip the tricorn hat off his head with a defiant scowl. “You should’ve never inducted me into your Order, then, Master Kenway.”

Right. Yes. You vaguely remember now. It’d been yet another typical heated argument; another disagreement and row borne from dredging up old wounds of your ex-Assassin history, of Haytham’s present and obvious distaste of it, despite the fact you’ve proven yourself worthy to the Templars more than once alongside Shay.

Earlier, you’d barely finished your tirade (“You and your dastardly cloak make me so—!”), hands thrown in the air when the ironclad grip of Haytham abruptly circled your wrist.

The others had known better than to interfere when you’d practically been yanked into the Grandmaster’s study for an upbraiding. 

Or, well, what they thought would be an upbraiding.

“Then let us be free of this months-long tension,” Haytham had hissed, instead. “More productively.”

So here you are. Rough-housed and man-handled. You hitch at the bumps and the scolding nips he makes, try to return the same wanton fervor to his jaw and his Adam’s apple, but to no avail. Haytham is a looming shadow, greater than you not just by rank and experience but by sheer, dizzying strength— 

The vicious kisses he bullies against the bitten-red of your lips are charged and ardent. Meant to force you into some semblance of submission; to be docile. Has you gasping for air and resisting him the satisfaction of a moan when he gropes at the flesh of your thighs. 

“Master Kenway,” you choke, nuzzling into the slope of his neck, unable to stop yourself from indulging the heady, masculine, salt of it with an eager tongue.

He groans at the high and tight way you address, call, plead for him, sounding like prey at the mercy of an untamed, starved beast. 

It makes you grin when you realise. Coy as a fox and full of guile. Haytham can feel it curl across his cheek, in your slow languorous tease as you snark, “And here I thought you hated me.”

“Hate is an inadequate term,” he censures, mouthing hot and humid against your skin. “There are no words in any bloody language that can encompass just how— you make me feel.”

It’s a raw confession, as mean and as bitten out as it is. A honeyed, double-edged sword. You make a mental note of it anyway, and try not to contemplate the fact that you have this much power over the Grandmaster Templar, nor let it get to your head— whatever he means by his words. 

“And what, exactly, do you feel?” Your hand expertly wanders past his belt. The innocent petal-touch strikes a lightning bolt of want surging through him. Makes him twitch. “This?”

Haytham doesn’t deign to give you an answer, unsurprisingly. He hates not being in control, after all, and so he makes quick work to put you back in your place: below rank, through yet another savage kiss, a guttural warning nosed on the scant space just below your ear that leaves you subconsciously keening closer.

It does poorly to satiate him. The dangerous yen for something more brutal still burns molten in his stomach; something that tastes warmer. There’s still the bitter anger and bruised pride he holds from the arguments before, and for the ones that’ll surely come after. The blatant disrespect you show whenever you bare your teeth at him, as if he isn’t your superior. 

He wants— no, needs— to sink into you, to see you shut up and aching to be ruined with the thick of him—

“I’ll make you wear nothing but this ‘dastardly’ cloak of mine one day,” Haytham grinds out, voice rough-hewn from his wet and growing appetite. “And then spread you out and take my time with you.”

He greedily licks a stripe up your throat as he says it, carves the whine that escapes you into his memory.

“One day?” Your scoff is breathless and stilted. The feel of his teeth grazing your jugular is intoxicating. “I reckon you’ll— hah— hardly deliver now, Master Kenway, to— warrant another chance after this.”

(Regardless, you entertain the idea. Have entertained, to be more specific. You’ve imagined what it’s like on lonelier nights.

To have him hike your legs up his broad shoulders, tangle your fingers through his perfectly kempt hair. Catch the flash of his wry, canine-sharp smile, rare as they are; face soaked and telling over his nose and down his lips from where you’d have shut him up by forcefully burying him between your thighs and cushioning into your—)

You expect the usual blaze of anger. A challenging snarl. Instead:

“Oh?” Haytham laughs.

Laughs.

And Christ alive— that dark, daring and depraved rumble huffed at your sweat-slicked nape shouldn’t have made you more pliant; more eager for him, but it does. It feels like the damning prelude of an already losing war, now, the way he’s forced your full weight down with such frightening ease onto the desk to look up at him. 

There’s an ominous calm before a storm, brewing frostily in his dilated eyes. He’s conceding, you realise.

And then—

“Tell me to stop,” Haytham breathes. 

It’s the least insulting tone he’d taken with you yet since you’d first begun arguing. A fragile moment of clarity. 

In uncharacteristic tenderness, you feel him thumb gently at your cheek. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he says, “You have my word.”

Something soft unfurls deep in your ribcage. Takes flight.

“Don’t,” you whisper, trying not to shudder at the English gentlemanly-ness he so likes to wholly fashion himself with to hide his wild, beastly nature— that you’ve so liked to repeatedly claim you found irksome. You tighten your grip reflexively.

(Darling, dearest, dove. You never admit it, but the classy posturing has always been an attractive feat of his. Something about wolves in sheep’s clothing, you think. Something about being rabidly taken for his own animalistic pleasure—) 

“Don’t you dare, Kenway.”

And so the delicate moment passes. Haytham surges his head forward to steal a kiss from you again, inhales a lungful of your cloying scent that’s mixed with the sea-winds from the weeks of sailing aboard the Morrigan.

“Mh,” he hums in assent, nosing his way from your hairline down to the juncture of your neck; letting his calloused hand mould wide around the thin, bare skin of it to feel your bated breath and rapid pulse. He could snuff you out like a light in an instant. (And he supposes you like the thrill of that as much as he does.)

“Then I believe I ought to teach you a lesson or two about respect, dear.” 

Haytham pulls away and cocks his head. As if thinking. As if he hadn’t imagined this a hundred times over since he’d met you, in the darkest hour of every restless night when he’s alone with nothing but his fist jerking between his legs.

“How about we put that smart mouth of yours to good use first?”

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

ngl being a trans man and being sidelined in the media and being treated as 'brainwashed little girls' or 'privileged aggressive men' pisses me off so much, especially with how the gender binary and essentialism is wrapped up in progressive or patronising language. it is depressing to see the media portray trans women as predators, nonbinary people as 'special little snowflakes' and trans men as brainwashed girls generally forgotten about. none of us are benefitting from this except the societal structure that the media is a part of. I do not gain privilege as a man because my transness exists. I don't know if it's just me, but there is an unspoken level of transandrophobia that people just don't want to acknowledge.

[kakasakuzine]

🌸 Amuk is here, bringing a healthy dose of action and witty dialogue 🌸

⚡️ she/her | @kumeko

Favorite headcanon: He fell first but she's the one who aggressively courted him

⚡️ Carrd | Twitter | Retrospring ⚡️ Status: creation 🩷🤍