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[whiskeymountainco]

witchy vibes only ☾ 

[fearofgodessentialshoodie]

Depending on the event, you can dress it up or down by choosing a simple yet elegant design. It is advisable to pick one that complements your body shape. The essentials sweatshirt fear of god characteristic of it for all occasions is its versatility.

[dilatorywriting]

Heroes vs. Villains : Pomefiore

Gender Neutral Reader x Pomefiore vs. Neige Leblanche Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Pomefiore Version ie. Wherein Vil tries his very best to correct your abominable wardrobe and you swoop in to kidnap save an unsuspecting gentleman in distress.

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“Your wardrobe is atrocious. And I’m not going to be seen with someone who looks like they rolled around on the floor of their closet and put on whatever stuck to them first.”

Firstly, your closet wasn’t big enough to step inside, let alone roll around in. So take that, Mister Metaphor.

Secondly, you didn’t even own enough clothing for that to be an option. Dressing yourself like some kind of confetti monster? Yeah, no. You had three pairs of donated, grey, uniforms and a couple over-large sweatshirts that Jack had kindly donated to you once fall set in. Today it just so happened to be Uniform #2 that was the clean one of the set. So.

All of that being said, from the sounds of things, your Crimes Against Fashion had spurred an emergency shopping trip. A shopping trip spearheaded by the Vil Schoenheit, and very hopefully being funded by his seemingly never-emptying wallet. Also, to be perfectly honest, Ramshackle was cold. And you would very much like some new socks and at least one fuzzy pair of pajama pants to go with Jack’s old crewnecks. Maybe a nice throw blanket. That alone was worth the blow to your dignity.

“Will I survive?” you lamented, as Rook fussed with your sad excuse for an umbrella.

“No,” Epel drawled, entirely unsympathetic. Not that you could blame the guy. An afternoon that the House Warden spent with you was one less hovering over Epel—one less hour stuck in front of a mirror, one less etiquette class that was more punishment than lesson. Perhaps one more secret rack of barbecue ribs snuck in from the Savanaclaw Dorm.

“Mon Coeur, you are going to get soaked,” Rook tutted, finally conceding on trying to fix your shredded nightmare of a parasol. You’d found it in one of the many dusty closets Ramshackle had to offer. One of the ghosts said they recognized it from their time on campus two-hundred years ago.

“Sorry.”

“It is far from your fault!” Rook gasped, and Epel rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you ask Vil to buy you one?” your purple-haired friend mocked, and you fought the urge to stick your tongue out at him.

“Maybe I will,” you sniffed, indignant.

“More likely he’ll just see it an’ get all upset, and be like, ‘ah! How ugly this darn thing is! Throw it away before my eyes bleed!’” he crooned, dramatic—so caught up in his theatrics that he nearly dropped the little apple carving he was working on.

“Yeah, right. Like Vil would ever be caught dead saying ‘darn,’” you jabbed, and Epel hurled the fruit at your head. Rook caught it gracefully and returned it to the grumpy farm boy with a gentle toss. “But otherwise, spot on.”

“‘Spot on’ about what, precisely? Your collective complete and utter lack of decorum? This is a public space, show some class please.”

And with that scathing remark, Vil Schoenheit had officially entered the scene.

The venomous beauty’s purple eyes traced over you in the way that they always seemed to—picking apart whatever things he deemed worthy of plucking. His gaze landed almost immediately on your near-disintegrated umbrella, and it narrowed with distaste.

“You’re not bringing that with us. In fact, you might as well just toss it with the garbage on the way out.”

You and Epel made painfully long eye contact.

Rook shoved a red-and-white checkered parasol into your hands with an indulgent smile.

The journey to the outlets from there was actually pretty pleasant. Vil’s private car was swanky and smelled like the fancy sort of air fresheners that didn’t prick at your nose with an oversaturation of chemical fruitiness. He rattled off list upon list of ‘essentials’ that was sounding longer and more expensive by the minute. But (as he immediately confirmed upon seeing your mounting horror) this was to be a Schoenheit Expenditure, so you decided to let him enjoy himself and tally up a ridiculous amount of brand name garbage.

The stores had private parking. And that was immediately intimidating.

Vil fixed his ‘normal people disguise’ more firmly in place before walking you through the building with a surprising level of enthusiasm.

“It works a bit differently—” he continued, piling item after item into a cart that was already close to overflowing. “—Most of these products are meant to be customized, but I suppose we can look into that later. Off-The-Rack is not usually my preferred method of browsing, but it will have to do until we’ve bulked out your general wardrobe into something passable.”

He was muttering to himself like a mad scientist—holding swatches to your face, tugging bits of various fabric against your fingers. His efficiency and complete competence in all things was endearing, if not a bit terrifying.

Then, Vil draped a soft, amethyst, scarf around your neck.

“Here,” he said, still mostly buried in the racks. “You can wear this now—for the cold. This color suits you.”

“Really?” you hummed, doing your absolute best not to let your eyes fall to the price tag dangling off the end of it. You failed. “It’d fit you better,” you rambled, trying to take your mind off the triple-goddamn-digits you’d just seen. “It actually matches your eyes kind of perfectly, don’t you think?”

There was a pause then, and for a moment you worried that you’d said something irritating—maybe unintentionally questioning his fashion judgements or blablabla. One thing that you knew for sure was that when the King of Poisons had to stop and ponder on a reply, you’d done fucked up. And were his ears red? Oh no you must have really pissed him off—

“I am trying to focus on turning you into an even marginally acceptable member of society,” he rushed out finally, sounding strained. “So if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Fine, fine,” you sighed. “I’ll go grab us some coffees or something.”

“Don’t wander too far,” he called, sounding distracted. “And no—”

“No caffeine, decaf only. Stimulants will ruin your skin, and digestive tract, and blablabla,” you droned. “I know your drill.”

“That goes for you too, potato,” he tutted, a pleasant warmth coasting over the reprimand.

You waved him off with a grumble and headed out into the main building. It was bright—nearly unpleasantly so—and every surface looked like it was made of a stone so expensive that you probably wouldn’t even be able to pronounce its name.

You wandered around aimlessly for a few minutes, wondering idly if a place this upscale would even have a café kiosk. Surely rich people still drank coffee, but you’d also heard something once upon a time about how ‘to-go cups’ and ‘not savoring the brew’ were some kind of gross social faux pas. You sighed, and as your shoulders slouched you felt a brush of sinfully soft fabric against the back of your arm.  

You froze and reached hesitantly up to your neck. You were still wearing the purple scarf. You pinched at the ridiculously expensive cashmere with wide eyes. Did this make you a thief? I mean, no one had bothered to stop you or anything. Did these sorts of stores have different rules? Like an honesty policy maybe? And you technically hadn’t even left the building yet! So maybe—

WHAM!

“Ah! I’m so sorry! I just—I have to—!”

You were ripped out of your morality spiral by a sound like a storm, and you looked up past your assailant to see a herd of people stampeding in your direction. Immediately, your I-was-shopping-with-an-internationally-recognizable-superstar instinct kicked in, and you bodily hauled yourself and whatever poor sap who had nearly mowed you down into the nearest store and then into one of the changing rooms beyond that.

The tempest that followed was a roar of cacophonous noise, but thankfully brief. Only a few people ducked into the store you’d taken refuge in, and none of those ventured very close to your hiding place. You breathed out a sigh of relief. It sounded weirdly muffled behind the changing room’s thick, velvety, curtains.

“Th-Thank you for that,” stuttered whoever you’d just kidnapped.

“Don’t worry about it,” you shrugged, and turned to get a better look at your new partner in crime. Immediately you froze, an odd sense of recognition working through you. “Uhm—Are you Neige? Neige Le Blanc?”

“Leblanche,” he corrected gently, and then winced. Like he’d only just realized that maybe outing himself after being nearly accosted by a mob was not the best idea.

“Oh. Alright,” you said, dazed.

This was Vil’s arch nemesis? He reminded you a little of a cocker spaniel—with big, wide, heavy-lashed eyes and soft, dark, curls framing his perfectly petite face. Sure, he was lovely. And maybe you were a little biased here, but this guy—this, this walking cherub—was standing in the way of Vil’s absolute, tyrannical, reign over all things sexy? Sure, he was adorable enough. But most beautiful of them all? Come on.

“U-Uhm…” Neige stuttered, nervously clasping his fingers. “Do you… Want an autograph or something? As a thank you?”

“What?” you blinked, allowing yourself to be pulled back into the very surreal situation unfolding around you. “Oh. No thanks. I don’t want to be massacred.”

He gasped. “I know that they may not have left the best first impression just now, but I promise that my fans would never do that!”

It wasn’t his fans you were worried about. Vil’s high heels looked sharp enough to gut a man, and you did not want to be the first test subject for that hypothesis.

“Don’t worry about it,” you shrugged.

“…I might have to camp out in here for a while,” he mumbled after a quiet moment, morose.

“Probably,” you sighed, sympathetic. “Sorry.”

“You, uhm, you don’t mind keeping this a secret, do you?” Neige smiled, wobbly.

“I’m not going to turn you over to your ravenous fangirls,” you reassured. Because sure, the mean-spiritedness of the residents of Night Raven College may have been rubbing off on you, but you had yet to become that heartless.  

“Thank you,” he relaxed, genuine appreciation warming his dark eyes. And then he aimed that kilowatt, darling-of-the-world, smile in your direction and fired. “You’re my hero.”

For a moment you were honestly, thoroughly, dazzled. It was like you could hear songbirds and heavenly choirs singing all around you—filling the dark space with sparkles and warmth that danced merrily across your skin like the soft fizz in a soda pop.

But then, like a sign from God, your phone buzzed angrily in your pocket and you glanced down quick enough to catch a bright V.S. flash across the screen.

Oh shit.

You turned, ready to make a bolt for it and leave your companion stranded, when something atrocious caught your eye.

“Is that a sweater vest,” you gaped, poking at the stitched material poking out from beneath Neige’s RSA blazer. “With squirrels on it.”

“U-Uhm. Yes?” he squeaked, cheeks dusted pink.

How in the fuck does Vil think he’s less fuckable than this guy, what the fuck.

“I-I’m sorry, but did you just say—"

You hurriedly pulled the (stolen?) scarf from your neck and shoved it pointedly over Neige’s mouth, before wrapping it securely around the rest of his head. Your phone was buzzing again—longer and sharper this time. Like a certain someone was spamming you with indignant, ‘how dare you abandon my magnificent ass,’ essays.

“So that hopefully no one will recognize you,” you (lied) explained cheerfully, and tightened the makeshift gag. Now he could be the accidental thief. Neige gurgled his thanks into the fabric, or at least, you assumed that’s what he was spluttered out. It was hard to tell past the, you know, gag.

You peaked out beyond the curtains and observed the empty storefront like a proper super spy. All clear. Thank God.

You swiveled back and thumped Neige Leblanche on the shoulder with what was perhaps a bit more force than necessary, seeing as his knees had started to shake. He swayed in place, an odd shade of pink creeping past the barrier of the scarf and nearly all the way to his hairline. Hopefully he wasn’t about to faint or something—you really didn’t have time for that.

“Good luck,” you told him emphatically, before darting out of your hiding space and back into the horrible fluorescent nightmare before you.

“Wait!” you heard him call. “I didn’t even get your name—"

But at this point, your phone had graduated from spurts of rage to outright howling in indignation, so you didn’t have much choice but to keep on running. You pressed down on the green ‘accept call’ button with all the enthusiasm of a soldier being sent off to the front lines.

“What?”

“Don’t you take that tone of voice with me,” Vil hissed, doing an impressive job of keeping his voice low and level while simultaneously sounding ready to tear your ass to pieces. “Where are you?”

“I got lost looking for coffee with no caffeine. You know. The best part of the coffee,” you admitted. Sort of.

“You got lost?” he sounded incredulous. “In a single-story shopping center? With maps at every corner?”

“There were a lot of people,” you defended.

He sighed, clearly put upon, and you had the distinct impression that he was pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just meet me back at the side entrance. We should leave—it’s starting to get crowded and I don’t want to deal with the stampede when I’m inevitably recognized.”

“Of course,” you agreed easily, and made your way up to one of these supposed ‘maps at every corner.’ And oh. It was actually… very well drawn and very helpful. Fuck you, huh? “Did you get everything you needed?”

“I got everything you needed,” he corrected. “And we will be trying every single item on when we return to campus.”

You whined, and man, oh man. You didn’t think it was possible to smack someone upside the head through a phone, but somehow Vil made it work.

It didn’t take long from there to find the exits, and just in the nick of time too it would seem! As a steady stream of eager ‘shoppers’ began to flood into the building—most of them twittering about ‘did you catch a photo’ or ‘I heard someone saw him around that one store!’ Vil watched them through the tinted lenses of his glasses, lips pursed.

You were just about to step back into the car and out of the chilly rain when an eruption of screaming broke out somewhere in the near-distance. You immediately braced for impact, but when you were not immediately trampled into a pile of gelatinous goop beneath the thundering feet of hundreds of fanatics, you chanced a glance upwards.

Neige Leblanche was being herded out of the main entrance by a troupe of security guards, each one holding a different black umbrella over his head. It created a shadowed canopy that, despite the rain and gloom, somehow managed not to dull the radiance oozing off him and his perfect-perfectness. The fair beauty rubbed awkwardly at the back of his head, as if perplexed by the swarm of people ducking in and out like a pack of dogs circling a big, juicy, steak. Nevertheless, he waved to each and every fan—smiling demurely and sweetly as he went.

“We should go while they’re distracted,” you whispered, tugging at Vil’s arm. “And in case the swooning is contagious.”

He didn’t move. There was an odd sort of look on his face, one that usually preceded some of the most brutally cutting insults you’d ever heard.

You turned back to the growing mob, curious about what could have possibly snagged his attention—and ire—so completely.

Wrapped artfully around Neige’s neck, and flapping neatly alongside the chilly autumn breeze, was your purple scarf.

The dainty actor lifted the soft fabric to his lips, burrowing his chin into it not unlike how some adorable little round-cheeked bunny might photogenically cuddle into a—a cloud. Or a pillow of cotton candy. Or something else equally as cute and ridiculous. Neige’s cheeks bloomed a fetching shade of pink and his wide, brown, eyes glittered from over the folds of cashmere. His audience squealed.

“Well, at least it’s not you they’re mauling this time,” you hummed, shooting Vil another hesitant glance. That sour expression had twisted into a familiar and awful icy sneer that you hadn’t seen him dawn in a very long time. “Vil?” You called. “Are you alright?”

“Hmm?” he blinked, seeming to come back to himself. That frigid snarl was washed away by a mask of complete stoicism, and honestly, you weren’t sure which was worse. “Oh. Yes. Of course. Shall we?”

The hand he offered to help you climb over the many boxes of clothes and into the backseat was stiff, tight. It clapped around your wrist like a pair of manacles, and he didn’t let go until you were out of the parking lot, past the backroads, beyond the gates of Night Raven, and all the way back into the lavish halls of Pomefiore. 

[fashionlouist]

Louis wore an Adidas Originals Radkin Crewneck Sweatshirt in Grey recently.

Based on designs from the late '90s, this sweatshirt features woven overlay panels and partial 3-Stripes on the sleeves, with all-cotton French terry giving it a plush feel.

[ambriel-angstwitch]

Kit Style Breakdown

Kit loves skirts so most of the time you’re going to see her in those (usually longer in length). Though you can also see her in jeans and a flannel or crewneck sweatshirt (she’ll also pair those with a skirt). She loves wearing cardigans chunky ones especially.

She loves nature colors. Browns, blues, and greens are her favorite but she also likes to bring out fall leaf colors come Autumn.

She also can lean towards neutral colors like creams, greys and blacks.

She loves converse but she also likes hiking boots. Any shoe she’s wearing is probably covered in dirt as soon as she goes outside somehow.

She likes to wear her hair down with a bandanna or half up to get it out of her face

[cupidisonline]

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[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 23- Memory

Warnings: established relationship, Jack & OC child mentioned, reader calls Aaron a dick

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1367

“Do you remember when we met?” The question catches you off guard, spoken over the rumbling of the dryer. Aaron is loading clothes into the washing machine and not looking at you, and you catch a glimpse of the grey GWU fleece crewneck at the top of the pile.

“Of course, I do,” you say from where you’re standing by the bed, folding clothes. Jack’s soccer uniform is set down in a neat pile, where it’s joined by Olive’s gymnastics clothing. “Why do you ask?”

Your kids are as active outside of the house as they are inside it; the proof is in your perpetually-messy living room, strewn with toys and books and various odds and ends despite your futile attempts to clean everything for the last twelve years. Having a sixteen year old and a five year old don’t go hand in hand with spotless, minimalist living. It’s a battle you’ve given up on fighting.

Aaron tilts his head like he has to really think about his answer, and then he’s dropping the long-faded sweatshirt into the washing machine and closing the lid. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve been thinking about it,” he admits as he starts folding socks. “I drove by the old apartment the other day.”

You snicker at that, and gather up Aaron’s work shirts. He’s so picky about them that they’ll need to be ironed regardless, so you toss them onto his pillow for now. “I’m surprised that dump is still standing,” you joke, and he cracks a smile at that.

“Hey, now.” The scolding in his tone is light and playful, a stark contrast to the first time he ever spoke to you. You’ve come so far. “That dump is what led me to you, thank you very much.”

“If I recall correctly, the communal laundry room is to blame. That, and your attitude.” You’re right, and you both know it.

That day, the fateful day that had grabbed hold of you and thrown you down a path towards the beautiful, exhausting mess that is your life now, had started with Aaron yelling at you.

“That’s my sweater.” The voice from behind you could have been speaking to anyone. Right? You were doing your own laundry, and surely not touching anyone else’s clothes. 

Your laundry basket was almost overflowing with clothes- your clothes, the ones you had owned for years at this point- and when you turned with it set against your hip you were surprised to notice that you were the only person in the usually-busy laundry room aside from this stranger.

He was intimidating, to say the least. A black suit adorned him, and the harsh set of his gaze struck you like it was trying to burn you to the ground. And he was, obviously, pissed. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

“No.” Your response was as simple as it was ineffective, obvious when he narrowed his eyes at you further. “This is all mine. Maybe your stuff is in a different machine.”

“My things were in this machine, and my sweater is missing. It’s that one.” He pointed to the charcoal sweatshirt at the top of your pile, one sleeve flopping over the side.

The laundry basket is transferred to your other hip, obscuring his view and reach of the sweater. “No, it’s not. That’s my lucky sweater,” you argued back, not caring how stupid it sounded that you were a grown adult with a lucky item of clothing.

In your defense, it was lucky. You maintained that the university crewneck was the only reason you had passed most of your exams in your final semester at Washington State. 

“So mine just got up and walked away, then?” He was fuming, fire in his eyes and you had to take a moment to examine just how pretty he was before responding. His eyes were a shade of brown that was trying to melt you, and his lips were quirked into the merest hint of a smile even as he frowned at you.

You’d seen him around before, maybe. In the elevator, with a kid. Did he have a kid? He wasn’t wearing a ring, but the kid had appeared to be two or three so divorce or separation wasn’t off the table.

You were brought back to your thoughts by thick fingers snapping in front of you. “Anyone in there? Hello?” He was speaking like he’d been talking for a while, and you blinked quickly to settle yourself out of your wandering mind. “Are you going to check the laundry?”

“You know what? Fine.” You dropped the basket on the floor with an audible noise. “But if I’ve got your stupid sweater, you’re taking me to dinner.”

That smile got a little wider, and he knelt next to the basket with you. “Shouldn’t you be buying as an apology for stealing my clothes?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. If I have the sweater, I’m buying. It’s an apology for calling you a dick in my head.”

Confusion knit his brows together, and he averted his eyes as you rifled through some underwear to look underneath them. “But you didn’t- oh, for- it’s this one.” He cut himself off, wrapped one hand around the charcoal sweater and pulled, sending a spray of clothing around the two of you.

“Ugh!” You sprang to your feet, frantically trying to pick everything up before it got dirty. “That’s why I called you a dick. The floor is filthy!”

He winced audibly, his first show of regret or apology so far. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, holding up his old familiar GWU sweatshirt in front of him. Except, wait- why was the lettering red? Why did it say WSU?

“That’s mine, you dick, I told you!” You motioned to the grey ball of fabric in the corner, the W and U fully visible. “Is that yours?”

Your sweater was dropped back into your laundry basket, and he picked up his sweater as you dumped the rest of your thankfully-clean clothes into the laundry basket for a second time. “I’m sorry,” he said again, after a long moment of silence. “I’m Aaron.”

You quirked one eyebrow at him; you weren’t going to make this easy for him, and something about that lit a flame in his belly. “I’ve seen you around.”

“What were those conditions of yours, again?” He tried. As awkward and uncomfortable as it was, he had the urge to know more of you; whatever you would give him, he would gladly take. “Will you go out to dinner with me?”

 You barked a laugh, obviously irritated. “You barge in here, get mad at me for stealing, throw all of my clothes around the room like a monkey throwing its own shit, and now you want to take me out for dinner?”

“Well, yes.” He held a hand out. “Except I’ll pay, of course. As an apology for being such a dick.”

Several years later, even if you were at gunpoint, you still didn’t have a clue why you had placed your hand in Aaron’s, why you had led him up to your apartment and opened the door and never shut it on him or Jack again.

“Thank god for that attitude of yours,” Aaron sighs dramatically, tossing a pair of Olive’s socks at you. “Imagine if you hadn’t been so romantic that first day.”

“I called you a dick because you were being a dick,” you argue, even though it’s something you’ve been going around in circles on for over a decade. “I would have burned that sweater by now if you let me, you know.”

That’s a lie, and you both know it. For the majority of your pregnancy with Olive, you had spent your days wearing Aaron’s clothes. Primarily, you had a fondness for the GWU sweater that held so much history and nearly matched your WSU fleece that you were unable to fit into. Even now, nearly six years after being pregnant, it remains your favourite clothing to curl up in.

“You couldn’t if you tried.” Aaron gathers up the kids’ clothing in his arms, then steps in to kiss you. “After all, it’s my lucky sweater.”

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[ofstoriesandstardust]

from a fic i’ll never write titled rolling up the welcome mat

cw: divorce, minor acknowledgements to the same mistakes universe

Jake finds you standing in their driveway.

His headlights are still on as he shuts the car door, jogging out to meet you, even as the car is only pulled up halfway into the drive.

He squints at you, becoming drenched in the pouring rain as he grabs your arm, turning you towards him. He’s been talking, though you can only catch the tail end of it over the thundering of the rain.

“-doing out here?” He frowns, tugging at you to guide you into the house. Jake’s hands on your shoulders are steady, making you move even when your feet can’t remember how to.

Jake shuts the front door out behind him, calling out for his fiancé as he tugs your farther into the house. You think he might tell Javy to grab towels. The words all feel muted to you as Javy comes bounding down the stairs, eyes widening at the sight of you.

Javy tugs you upstairs as Jake slips back out the front door. You blink and the boys are staring at you, mouths moving but no words reaching your ears as Javy holds out a towel, a fuzzy deep blue one they had bought when they bought the house, Jake holding out a pair of his sweats and a UT Austin sweatshirt.

The sight of the burnt orange sweatshirt finally breaks through the haze, realizing Jake means for you to change. The movement is automatic as you strip the familiar blue material from your body that belonged to- well you aren’t really sure what he was to you anymore.

Both boys eyes widen as you move, though you don’t notice.

(Never had they ever thought you’d be so lost or so vulnerable you’d strip yourself bare in front of them.)

You tug the orange crewneck over your head, ring getting caught on a loose thread in the sleeve.

A lump grows in your throat as you look down at the heavy weight on the fourth finger of your left hand, adjusting the material on your body.

It didn’t feel the way his did, like home. It was too big in all the wrong places and the sleeves covered your fingertips and not in a way that was comfortable. The embroidered logo on the front itched, making you crave the screen printed UVA letters.

You blink again, still fidgeting as Javy kneels in front of you, hand gentle on your knee.

He doesn’t say anything, or maybe he does, but you don’t process it, too overwhelmed with how wrong this piece of clothing felt on you.

A tear fell, and then another, turning into a cascade that tastes salty on your lips as you fought the urge to tear the material from your body.

Someone’s talking to you, a body next to you as your vision blurs from the weight of your grief.

“It feels wrong.” You gasp out, tugging at the collar of the sweatshirt. “I can’t- I can’t breathe.”

Time stills in that bedroom, the grey light from the storm clouds and the pitter-patter of the rain crushing you along with the loss.

All you can do is play that moment on replay, how he’d given you that sad smile as the dog that been ours laid in front of you, as he told you he needed to let you go.

You can’t remember if he’d asked you to leave or if you had done that on your own, or why you hadn’t left the ring that had never really been yours to wear with him before the door had shut behind you.

It should scare you more that it all just feels cloudy if you didn’t feel so empty inside.

The boys wait with you, as you try to process it all, unsure if you ever will. They wait, silent, even as Jake’s hand remains firm on the small of your back and Javy’s head remains tucked into your shoulder.

“He-”

The words feel painful as you try to offer them up, unsure if you’ll even be able to say them out loud.

“He asked me for a divorce.”

[theboarsbride]

LOVE your outfit in that selfie. I have to know, what is the rest of your fashion like??

Omg thank you!!!🥺💛

Unfortunately my fashion is super simple dhfhjcjsjs😭

Usually style a shirt with denim bottoms...so in the summer its usually a crewneck sweatshirt with jeans and sneakers. In the winter and fall I style nicer sweaters and cardigans with jeans and boots! And no matter the season i got earrings to match! Main colors in my closet are yellow, orange, brown, grey, and black.

I hope this answers your question dhehdhhdhshsjjs!! I'm not a terribly fashionable person 😭

[giftedpress]

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[punkysdilemma-blog]

THE PERFECT WARDROBE (BY GIORGIO ARMANI)

(an excerpt from L’Etiquette issue 8.)  I love this list from a maestro and one of the last greats of the heroic 1980s fashion generation who still independently owns and operates his marque. 

I like casual and discreet elegance, this is what I look for as a designer.

T-SHIRTS AND POLO SHIRTS

*Cashmere jersey t-shirts. Blue, black, long and short sleeves, CREW NECK!

*Knit polo shirts. More refined than cotton pique polo shirts, they look great under a jacket. Practically indispensable in black and navy. Long or short sleeves.

SHIRTS

*Poplin shirts.  With big collars, wear with a tie or with the collar wide, open. Colors? Blue and white are musts. Cream, light gray and navy are very tempting this season. + AZURE

*Chambray shirt. Go for a real workwear look. 

Extras:

*Heavy twill shirt.

*Black linen shirt. Get over your prejudice against linen. + WHITE AND SKY BLUE

*Collarless shirt.

*Two evening shirts in silk. Black and blue 

SWEATERS AND SWEATSHIRTS

*Several crewneck wool sweaters. Black, navy, beige, ecru — take your pick. Wear over a round collar tee.

*Several v-neck wool sweaters. Same as for crewnecks. 

*Hoodies. Gray Marl, Navy or black. Because there’ll always be those Sunday mornings.

*Crewneck Sweatshirts. Gray Marl, Navy or Black. With Raglan sleeves, of course. 

Extras: 

*Merino wool polo collar sweater. Black or navy.

*Sailor Sweater. You’ll find you need it even between April and July. Easier to wear if you get one without stripes.

Note: Pretty sure this is basically a Guernsey or Matelot. 

SUITS, BLAZERS AND TIES 

*A velvet suit. Velvet is the most elegant fabric. 

*Two plain suits. One navy and one gray, with two or three buttons. Ideally made from Fresco fabric. Cotton is another possibility if you're not afraid of creases. 

*A full Tuxedo. At least one. 

*A navy blazer. Lined or unlined. Super-useful.

*Two silk grenadine ties. Blck and navy. Obviously. 

*Two printed ties. Go crazy!

Extras:

*Beige tropical wool suit. Wear it with a sky blue poplin shirt. 

*Silk knit tie. Cream or pearl gray. Makes a change from black or navy. 

*Unlined suede blazer. 

*A knit blazer. 

SUITS, BLAZERS AND TIES

*Bomber jacket. The summer equivalent of your leather jacket. Black, navy or beige. 

*Waterproof beige trench-coat. For rainy days. Get one thats too big. 

*Technical parka.  Zip it all the way up. And remember that Gore-Tex is always a good idea. 

*Denim jacket. 

Extras:

*Zip suede bomber.

*Nappa leather trench-coat. 

*A military jacket. Vintage preferably. 

*Lightweight windbreaker. Go for the retro sportswear look. 

PANTS AND SHORTS

*Two pairs of regular fit jeans. At two different stages of wear.

*Five-pocket white cotton pants. Indispensable in winter. Downright vital in summer. 

*Five-pocket black cotton pants.

*Beige chinos. Not slim, please.

*Gray fresco pants. Wear them as you'd wear jeans. Suitable for both summer and winter. 

*Navy, Beige or White shorts. Roomy, more fluidity, please!

*Swim shorts. In a technical nylon, perhaps in a bright color. roomy but not long.

Extras:

*Cargo Pants. Olive green, in ripstop fabric if you like. 

UNDERWEAR

As far as the great boxers-or-briefs debate goes, we leave it up to you. But do us all a favour and throw out the invisible socks.

*Several pears of navy and grey socks. Made of mercerised cotton. 

*Several pairs of brightly coloured socks. 

Extras:

*A few pairs of white or off-white ribbed socks. Wool and cotton. 

SHOES

*A pair of loafers. Preferably penny loafers. Black should be your first choice. 

*Black oxfords. For formal wear. 

*Brown derbies. Can be suede, if you like. 

*A pair of white or off white canvas sneakers.

*A pair of white leather sneakers. 

*Technical sneakers. Not just for running. 

Extras: 

*Opera pumps 

*Velvet slippers 

ACCESSORIES

*Cotton baseball cap. Navy or black. 

*Woven belt. In black or navy for versatility. 

*Leather dress belt. Keep it thin, about an inch (2 to 3cm) wide, and wear it with a suit. 

*Metal Sunglasses. Aviator or round styles. 

*Heavy-duty canvas shoulder bag. For workdays. 

*Military kitbag. A travel bag to get you through the weekend. 

Extras:

*A borsalino hat.

*Silk pocket squares. Collect them!

*Scarves. In wool, silk, cotton, for days and night.

*All kind of gloves. 

*Ranger belt. 

*A leather messenger bag.

Be discreet and precise and if you manage that, people will remember your style!

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CD2-12 Singularity

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🎧 What was the craziest thing you did as a child?

when i was in second grade, my oldest brother told me i couldn’t microwave marshmallows for s’mores because they’d explode all over and make a mess. my solution was to wrap it in foil, to keep it contained. whole thing started sparking and there was a wee bit of a fire :’) was not allowed to use the microwave for quite a while after that, lol.

CD2-10. Filter

🎧 Describe your favorite outfit in great detail.

my favorite outfit is a giant ass crewneck sweatshirt i found at a thrift shop. it’s from a radiology department in some hospital that isn’t even nearby. it’s grey with a skull and crossbones; on the back it says RAD TO THE BONE. shit fits like a dress, is ridiculous, and so so cozy.

otherwise, i’m a black jeans, obnoxious statement button-up/cardigan/coat, and creepers ass bitch. can’t forget the weird jewelry that your divorced, middle school art teacher might wear.

CD2-12. Singularity

🎧 What is your favorite zodiac sign that isn't your own?

i get along soooo well with air signs, most specifically geminis & aquarians. their brains move so quickly and creatively/oddly that they’re never, ever boring and they always join me in whatever dumb bit i start, without question.

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🎧 Pick a theme song for yourself.

frick frick frick. hard!!! “fuck with myself” by banks, i think?

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage 90s New York Oversized Logo Crewneck Sweatshirt - Charcoal - XL.

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Specifications:

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Specifications:

Material: 100% organic cotton for natural breathability.

Fit: Slim and slightly tapered for a fitted look.

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4. Buy Sweatshirts for Women – Versatile & On-Trend

For those looking to buy sweatshirts for women with a mix of classic and trendy styles, Reworked Clothing offers a versatile range. Our sweatshirts are designed with soft, lightweight fabrics that are cozy yet breathable, making them ideal for layering. Choose from oversized cuts for a relaxed, streetwear look, or more fitted styles for a polished appearance. The variety in colors, from neutral hues to vibrant shades, ensures you’ll find the perfect piece to express your personal style.

Specifications:

Fabric Composition: Eco-friendly cotton blend.

Design: Available in pullovers, crewnecks, and cropped cuts.

Colors: From classic neutrals to bright, trendy shades.

Size Range: XS to XXL.

Product Care Tips

Reworked Clothing is committed to delivering quality products that last, so proper care is essential to keep your sweatshirts in excellent condition. Here’s a simple guide to keeping your favorite sweatshirts looking as good as new:

Washing: Machine wash cold on a gentle cycle.

Drying: Air dry when possible, or use low heat in the dryer.

Ironing: If necessary, use a low heat setting to maintain fabric quality.

Why Reworked Clothing Stands Out?

At Reworked Clothing, sustainability, quality, and style go hand in hand. Our sweatshirts are crafted from eco-friendly materials, ensuring that each piece has a minimal environmental footprint. By choosing Reworked Clothing, you’re investing in long-lasting, versatile pieces that can be styled in countless ways. Whether you're looking for cozy ladies plain sweatshirts or the best men's sweatshirts UK, our collection caters to diverse tastes and preferences.

FAQsReworkedClothing

Q: Are Reworked Clothing’s sweatshirts made sustainably?

A: Yes, our sweatshirts are made with organic cotton and recycled polyester, making them eco-friendly and durable.

Q: Can I find oversized options in the women’s sweatshirt collection?

A: Absolutely. Many of our women’s sweatshirts come in relaxed, oversized fits that are perfect for a trendy, comfortable look.

Q: Do you offer international shipping?

A: Yes, Reworked Clothing ships internationally, so you can shop our collection from anywhere.

Wrap-Up

Shopping for sweatshirts has never been easier. At Reworked Clothing, we’ve curated a selection that prioritizes quality, comfort, and style, perfect for anyone looking to buy sweatshirts online. From ladies plain sweatshirts to premium men’s options, every piece is crafted to make you look and feel your best. So why wait? Explore the collection and find your next wardrobe essential today!

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Top 5 Ways to Layer Men’s Full Sleeve T-Shirts

Layering full sleeve t-shirts is a great way to add depth and style to any outfit. Whether you're dressing up for a casual outing or keeping warm during the colder months, knowing how to layer properly can transform your look. In this article, we’ll explore the top 5 ways to layer full sleeve T-shirts for men, while incorporating modern styles like round neck full sleeves t-shirts online and full sleeves polo t shirts online India.

Layer Under a Jacket One of the simplest and most effective ways to layer your full sleeve T-shirt for men is by adding a jacket on top. This not only elevates your style but also provides added warmth, making it perfect for the transitional seasons.

Denim Jackets: Pair your mens t shirt full sleeves online with a classic denim jacket for a cool, laid-back vibe. Denim jackets work well with full sleeve t-shirts of any color, adding a timeless touch to your outfit. Leather Jackets: For a more rugged look, wear a full sleeve tshirt for men under a leather jacket. Opt for a neutral-colored full sleeve T-shirt to balance the boldness of the leather. Blazers: If you're heading to a semi-formal event, try layering your full sleeves t-shirts for mens online India under a blazer. It gives you a polished look without being overly formal. Style Tip: Stick to slim-fit jackets to avoid unnecessary bulk, ensuring the layers complement rather than overwhelm your frame.

Layer with a Sweater or Sweatshirt For colder weather, layering your full sleeve t shirts for men under a sweater or sweatshirt provides comfort and style. It’s an easy way to stay warm while keeping your outfit on point.

Crewneck Sweaters: Pair your full sleeves t-shirts online shopping with a fitted crewneck sweater. Make sure the full sleeve t-shirt peeks out just slightly at the collar and cuffs for added detail. Oversized Sweatshirts: An oversized sweatshirt works best with a snug-fitting full sleeve t-shirt for men underneath. This combination gives you an effortlessly cool and comfortable look. Style Tip: Opt for contrasting colors between your t-shirt and sweater to create visual interest. For instance, pair a white full t shirt for men with a darker-colored sweatshirt.

Pair with a Casual Shirt For a more casual, layered look, wear your round neck full sleeves t-shirts online under an unbuttoned shirt. This works especially well with checkered or flannel shirts, creating a relaxed, yet stylish vibe.

Checkered Flannel Shirts: Pair a solid-colored full sleeve t-shirt with a flannel shirt for a classic casual outfit. The flannel adds texture while the full sleeve T-shirt keeps you warm and comfortable. Chambray Shirts: For a lightweight option, layer your full sleeves t shirts online shopping India with a chambray shirt. This is ideal for spring or early fall when temperatures start to drop but are not too cold. Style Tip: Don’t button the shirt—keep it open to show off your full sleeve t-shirt for men and give the outfit a more relaxed feel.

Under a Hoodie Hoodies are a great way to add an extra layer of warmth without sacrificing style. Pairing a full sleeves t-shirt online shopping under a hoodie is perfect for casual outings or lounging at home.

Zip-up Hoodies: Layer your full sleeve t-shirt under a zip-up hoodie for a versatile look. You can unzip the hoodie to showcase the t-shirt underneath or zip it up to stay warm. Pullover Hoodies: If you prefer a pullover, make sure the full sleeve t-shirt underneath fits snugly to avoid bunching. Style Tip: Stick to basic colors like black, grey, or navy for the hoodie to keep the look cohesive. This makes it easy to mix and match with other items in your wardrobe.

Layer Under Outerwear For colder climates, layering your full sleeve t-shirts for mens online India under heavy outerwear such as a coat or parka can keep you warm and stylish.

Puffer Jackets: Pair your full sleeve t-shirts for men with a puffer jacket for maximum warmth. The lightweight yet warm material of the jacket makes it perfect for layering during winter. Wool Coats: Wool coats are a stylish and sophisticated option to wear over your full sleeve tshirt for men. They provide both warmth and a classy finish to your outfit, making them ideal for formal or business-casual settings. Style Tip: Stick to darker-colored coats like black or navy for a streamlined and polished look. Your full sleeves t-shirts online India can be a bold or neutral color depending on the occasion.

Conclusion

Layering is an essential part of dressing well, especially when it comes to full sleeve t-shirts for men. Whether you're going for a casual day look with a denim jacket or layering under a wool coat for a formal event, mastering the art of layering can take your outfit to the next level. With the variety of full sleeves t-shirts online shopping India, you can easily mix and match pieces to create stylish and functional looks for any season. Explore different styles of mens t shirt full sleeves online and experiment with layering to elevate your fashion game!