#cycling pants

[themancorialist]

Princess Street, Manchester.

[lululocomo]

New Past AU!Macaque, scrutinizing MK’s clothes: my son, I am respectfully asking what the fuck you are wearing

MK, pouting and crossing his arms: hey man I didn’t choose this- it’s not like I was able to take my Monkey King merch jacket with me into this cycle

Macaque: the Monkey King what

MK: it was so comfy too…

DFGDFGFGFD

Oh yeah Macaque is absolutely judging his son clothes but he would just keep it to himself

there will be a chapter where MK will get new clothes for obvious reason (they will not let their prince walk around with weird clothes that are too big for him), first some stuff need to happen then the boy will get a new wardrobe!

the main reason he doesn't have his jacket is because I didn't wanted to draw it lmao

[lethality-of-dual-strike]

woah it’s Dale Dimmadome, son of Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome

[gender-trash]

everyone cheer for me i booked flights + hotel for my stupid goddamn las vegas trip AND i successfully navigated the shitty treasurydirect website to sell my stupid i-bonds AND. FINALLY. i ordered some new jeans, because all of my existing jeans are either falling apart or don't fit

you see. if you buy a batch of jeans all at the same time (due to gender transition, perhaps) then they all start to wear out at approximately the same time, too. and if you buy men's jeans and get them taken in at the waist, and then you go on testosterone and as advertised it Sure Does Redistribute That Body Fat, lo and behold you wind up with a more male-typical waist:hip ratio and they don't fit at the goddamn waist anymore. and i do love a good sewing project, but to be perfectly honest with you the timescale on which i can unfuck all of my jeans via loving alteration on an antique treadle machine, hand-darning, etc., and the timescale on which i need to have, like, usable pants, are not very well aligned!

[halcyyan]

cleaning this idiot up giving me grey hairs

[mantarain]

late halloween post, you know they argued extensively about which one got to be gansey

[rogloptimist]

watched a little too much 25 21 this week and @mundanememory’s matteo/jonas got me badddddd

The closet smells like dust and Lysol. It clashes against the gentle bergamot and wood of Jonas’s cologne, Matteo’s favorite of his small set.

“You haven’t worn this one in a while,” He whispers, his voice reflecting in hot breath against Jonas’s cheek. “It’s nice.”

“Mm,” The other man acknowledges. He pulls Matteo in by the waist, further response neglected. Matteo, as usual, let’s him take the lead. Jonas kisses unhurried, moving as if down a familiar road. Soft, casual. Matteo has to be careful to not seem clumsy in comparison– against Jonas’s steady, contained calm it’s hard not to feel gangly, limbs and want spilling out of him like he’s overflowing.

He’s making a conscious effort not to melt too much into the way Jonas drapes his arms around him, carefully monitoring the electricity sparking in his chest as the lovely warmth of the blond’s tongue darts into his mouth. It’s practically routine, but his face still flushes from the way his heart races as Jonas slides a hand up his sweater. Matteo runs hot– Jonas is chronically cold. He’s pictured holding his slender fingers in his own until they reach an equilibrium a frankly embarrassing number of times— an image he distracts himself from by trailing down Jonas’s neck in a tentative kisses, which really doesn’t do much to help. He has to remind himself that they do this in a custodial closet for a reason, sometimes. The ring that bites into his shoulder is a silent reprimand, coaxing him away from the more domestic of his fantasies.

He has to lean down a little for this, and he cups his hands around Jonas’s jaw as he licks softly at the delicate skin of the smaller man’s throat. They both know what comes next– Matteo undoes the metal clasp and zipper of Jonas’s navy blue dress pants in practiced motions and drops to his knees against the rough carpet.

“Wait,” Jonas interrupts, straying from their typical script of wordlessness. Matteo pauses, looks up. “I’m live soon.”

It’s not refusal so much as a warning. He dares a smile. “Okay, boss.”

He works quicker from there, wasting less time with his typical frivolities as he pulls down the elastic waistband of Jonas’s boxers. Jonas is halfway there, and it doesn’t take much work to get him fully hard as Matteo strokes him with a hand blushing at the knuckles. Jonas exhales sharp and long through his nose as Matteo takes him between his lips and begins his ritual. It’s a clandestine dance, both of them practiced at keeping pleasure quiet. Jonas has a hand thrown over his eyes, breathing controlled, steadily regulating the reactions of his body in a way that seems almost natural, thoughtless. It would make Matteo envious if room for such emotion wasn’t taken by reverence.

He works his tongue into the hot salt of Jonas’s dick heavy in his mouth, chasing after the way he bucks his hips forward in seeking for more– of which he is eager to give. His head buzzes with thrill as he hears Jonas’s breaths grow shakier in suppression of the more crude sounds behind his lips. The world shrinks down to just the two of them when they’re together. The rush in his veins is fueled solely by Jonas; his body, his pleasure, his praise. He could ride the high that he gets as Jonas fucks into his mouth and comes with an escaped moan for days. He waits a moment before swallowing and wiping his lips, entranced by the way Jonas’s golden curls fall back into place as he runs a hand through his hair.

Jonas zips up his dark pants. The simple gold of his wedding band flashes in the drifts of light that seep through the cracks in the door. Matteo brings his gaze away and back up to Jonas’s face.

Jonas looks Matteo up and down as he gets up from his place on the ground. “You wore the green tie,” he notes.

“Oh, yeah. People said it looked nice last Friday.” By people, he means Jonas. He was hoping he’d notice again, a little.

“It looks good with your hair,” Jonas says, which makes Matteo have to smother a grin. “Trine told me first. It’s her favorite color. She knows more about what goes with what than I do,” He laughs. 

“Oh,” Matteo smiles, a little forced. He remembers his own stilted words clashing against Jonas’s relaxed introductions between the three of them. He likes Trine, really.

“Ah, I’m on in a few minutes.” Jonas taps on his watch screen. “I’ll see you later, hm?”

“Right, yeah. Good luck live, eh, boss?” They both know he doesn’t need it, but Jonas smiles back anyways. He steps out casually, as if exiting any other meeting room. That evening, they’ll see each other at another team dinner and say nothing. Jonas, at least, is very good at pretending. All Matteo does is follow his lead.

[artemispt]

Thigh muscles 🫠

[rosegoldenatlas]

To all people that still have periods, I would like to remind you that if you ever have the evil thought that 'oh period was a tad shorter than usual that's odd' ITS LYING. ITS NOT OVER.

Don't believe its lies. Don't go thinking you have won the war when you have merely escaped the battle.

As soon as you turn your back you will be shot in it.

[phantomqueen]

knowing im not gonna reread childhood & teenage fave books but not wanting to get rid of them either...but i could also use the space and i dont even reread them...

[hackedmotionsensors]

dude as a big girl i already hated Torrid bc i don't want to wear a big ugly cheaply made blouse with an ugly floral or an ugly band logo. Or a big ugly dress that doesn't fit bc I'm also short. They're so over priced for actual garbage.

EXCEPT THEY HAD O N E thing that was really good. Their black leggings were great. Thick fabric. Lasted forever. Didn't pill on the thighs. Rarely ripped (for me at least). I had some of these leggings for YEARS and i exclusively wear leggings (sometimes shorts but not from torrid lol)

And they managed to fuck that up too. At some point they changed how they made them and the quality is so FUCKING bad. I replaced a pair (the ones with the holes and fishnets) bc my pair finally ripped on the butt but i had it for like 5 years. I also replaced a regular schmegular pair of black leggings. The site doesn't help when there's 12 different names for essentially the same product. But i wasn't even ordering ones with pockets lol and they came with pockets but the stitching is visible on the outside. Like I'm sorry to the poor sweatshop worker this is not your fault fast fashion is this crap and it was probably one of a billion you were making for pennies. I do not fault you at all. But i fucking fault Torrid bc if you're gonna give me shitty fucking leggings don't charge me THIRTY AMERICAN DOLLARS for this.

I'm gonna look elsewhere from now on buti hate trying to find good regular black leggings that don't roll or rip or pill. The pilling is the worst.

The LAST time i bought leggings from torrid i bought the premium ones and that has a huge rip on the eye bc i put my finger through it doing something as crazy as PUTTING THEM ON. And the waist kept sliding down.

THE ONE THING Torrid was good for was the leggings. So now they're good for absolutely nothing. If I'm gonna wear shitty leggings i can just go to target for fucks sake

[altruistic-meme]

i may have procrastinated on my laundry for too long ;;;;

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Break The Cycle Premium Oversized Tee from Darc Sport ($38) & 226 - Trailblaze Cargos in Black from Young LA ($42)

[theinfinitedivides]

so...tell me ur thoughts about shim changmin. all of them. don't hold back 👀

basically some days i wake up ready to fight God and Changmin's wife and Changmin's husband (Yunho) and Changmin's boyfriend (Minho) for a spot in the harem bc i deserve to be there too and some days i wake up and i'm like 'you can have him to yourselves it's fine. we're fine we're good everything's fine as long as i have his number and an endless list of his witty comebacks at my disposal' and then the cycle begins again. if that makes sense

[cyrankaa]

okay but I refuse to believe Ronan isn't the type to treat wearing clothes like some kind of a targeted torture against him