#leather baseball caps for men

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How To Select Best Leather Baseball Caps For Men

Leather baseball caps for men and motorcycle apparel have come a long way from their early beginnings. Today, innovative materials like leather combined with creative designs make for headwear and biker gear that is both fashionable and functional. Whether you're a ballplayer or biker or love sporty styles, leather caps and motorcycle clothing may be just what you need to take your look to the next level.

Best In Sports Leather Baseball Caps

Leather baseball caps are the perfect way to add subtle sophistication to casual outfits. Typically made from genuine leather or suede, these caps retain the classic baseball hat silhouette with a trendy twist. The leather construction gives them a sleek, upscale look compared to traditional twill or cotton caps.

For men, leather baseball hats provide an eye-catching style with a masculine vibe. They look great with everyday attire like jeans, hoodies, jackets, and more. Opt for a solid black or brown leather cap for versatility. Or choose unique details like perforations or contrasting stripes for an added flair.

Compared to regular ball caps, leather offers enhanced durability and weather resistance. This means your leather baseball hat can withstand daily wear for seasons to come. Leather caps also tend to fit more closely to the head for a streamlined, polished appearance. The material naturally conforms to your head shape over time, too.

Why People Like Ladies Leather Jacket and Vests

Leather jackets and vests have been wardrobe staples for generations, offering versatility, style, and durability that can last for years. From bomber jackets to motorcycle gear, leather outerwear comes in many styles suitable for both men and women. This guide will explore popular leather jacket and vest options, key characteristics to look for when shopping, and style tips for integrating these timeless garments into your own personal look.

Suits Best with Motorcycle Ladies Leather Jacket

When many think of women's leather jackets, the iconic motorcycle jacket often comes to mind first - complete with zippers, belted waists, and a collar that can be popped against the elements. However, today's leather jackets for ladies offer much wider versatility in styles ranging from bomber jacket men's leather to trench coat silhouettes.

For a ladylike touch, fitted leather jackets create an hourglass silhouette, often featuring princess seams, a peplum hem, or delicate hardware details. Cropped leather jackets ending at the waist also lend a feminine vibe and pair nicely with dresses or high-waisted pants. For increased comfort and flexibility, relaxed, unstructured leather jackets drape softly without constricting movement.

Black leather jackets remain a popular choice in terms of color but don't overlook wine reds, forest greens, navy blues, or neutrals like ivory or blush. Unique details like embroidery, woven or quilted leather, belted wraps, and faux fur collars also elevate the traditional leather jacket style.

Classic Leather Wallets

A quality leather wallet makes a sophisticated essential accessory to carry in your back pocket. As with sunglasses and jackets, you'll want to select leather wallets with features that make your daily carry easier. Here's what to look for:

Full grain Italian leather – This high-standard leather will last decades and develop a unique patina over time.

RFID-blocking—New credit cards contain tiny tracking chips, and RFID-blocking wallets contain a special liner to protect data.

Quick access card slot – Many quality wallets have a dedicated slot on the outside to flash your ID or metro pass without opening the wallet fully.

Compact minimalist design – For front pocket carry, choose a wallet no wider than 3 inches when full.

Both leather wallets for men and women can choose from lots of stylish unisex leather wallet options. But here are two gender-specific options we especially like:

For Him Bellroy Slim Leather Wallet. This super slim wallet holds up to 12 cards in a curved leather container with a handy pull tab. RFID protection comes standard.

For Her Kate Spade New York Cameron Wallet. This pretty little wallet has a crosshatched leather exterior with bold gold logo detailing. The lined interior keeps your cards and cash neatly organized.

We hope this guide has helped you narrow down your perfect brown leather jacket while also providing sunglasses and wallet recommendations to complete your biker chic style! Let us know in the comments if you have any other questions.

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[imaginal-ai]

🎵"I Like Big Men"🎶

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 12

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

The atmosphere was exactly as you had hoped. The late afternoon brought an unexpected chill to the air as you and Joel strolled around the little farm, hand-in-hand.

The place had its own unique trait in that half of it was in your town and half was in the town over. People often took pictures at a sign beside the brewery side of the farm that showed off the invisible town line.

You walked by to see a man taking a picture of the woman he accompanied with one foot in one town and one foot in the other. It was silly fun but you thought it was still nice.

As Joel held a giant, wooden door open that lead into the cider brewery called, Far From the Tree, you looked right at him and tugged lightly on the bill of his trucker-style baseball hat.

"This is a good look for you," you told him with a smirk. "I haven't seen you in a hat before."

Joel tugged on the front of the orange beanie cap you wore, "This is a good look for you," he countered with a grin. "It's cute."

You kissed him as you strolled into the big, open room, feeling him link up his fingers with yours again as you passed by.

Wooden tables, some high tops and some low, were scattered about neatly in the oversized space. A fireplace was roaring near the far side where people had already claimed the three leather couches in front of it.

"What are we thinking here?" Joel asked, heading toward the bar where two men and a woman were busy pouring their showcased ciders for customers.

"Hmm.." you rested a finger over your lips as you scanned the chalk boards above. The atmosphere, oddly enough, reminded you a bit of the coffee shop. "I love honeycrisp apples so that one looks good." You pointed to the board. "But the Granny Smith one looks good too."

"Oh, you're a honeycrisp girl." Joel made a face that left you chuckling.

"Is there a problem with that?" You asked, playful narrowing your eyes at him.

"I don't know. I heard the honeycrisp apples are kind of the snobs of the apple world."

"Snobby apples?"

"Oh yeah. They're like a dollar more than the rest. I feel like the honeycrisp people look down at us Gala and Macintosh lovers."

You began to laugh out loud. "Well maybe you just need better taste in apples."

Joel grinned and you leaned in to kiss him again before leaning against him as you both continued to take in the menu.

"I might do s flight," he said, "Try a handful of them and then decide what I like best."

"Good idea." You nodded and then looked over at him. "Are you boycotting the honeycrisp cider?"

"I definitely am." He chuckled and then the two of you put in your orders, sampling as many as you could between the two of you. Joel handed over his debit card, practically swatting your hand away as you tried to give the bartender yours. "You can leave the tab open," he told them.

"Joel Miller!" You said his full name in a motherly fashion. "It's supposed to be my treat."

"Nope." That's all he said, still grinning as you grabbed your little trays of beer. "Inside or outside?"

You glanced around the room. As cozy as it was, you wanted to feel the chill of autumn. Through the windows you could see some vacant seating by the outdoor fire pits.

"Outside," you decided.

Joel trailed you through the room and the chill made you shudder as you exited, leaving the warmth of the indoor area behind. Just beyond the patio was a haunted corn maze. Children and adults, alike, were handing over tickets to take on the challenge of making it through.

You sat down with a content sigh in a wooden Adirondack chair and Joel sat beside you. You both places the flights down on the ledge of the firepit and reached for one of the four little glasses.

Joel sighed even louder than you did. "This is the most relaxed I've felt in awhile." He sipped on his first cider and smacked his lips together in approval. You followed his lead.

"Oh that's good. Very sweet," you said.

"Do you want to carve a pumpkin?" Joel asked, motioning to a giant pumpkin patch fifty or so feet away.

"Those are honestly the biggest pumpkins I've ever seen," you said with a laugh. "I bet they're like twenty-five dollars."

"You know I've kind of been dreading Halloween," Joel said to you. "This whole Halloween season, actually. I had always enjoyed October before everything that happened last year."

You gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze.

"But you're making it all feel alright again." Joel had a half-grin on his face. "So, let's spend the twenty-five bucks and get one. Or two."

"I love seeing you happy," you told him. "It bothered me to see you come in to the shop sitting alone and just.." you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm even bringing that up."

"No, it's okay. I was a little surprised when you asked me to do something that first time." Joel seemed to cringe a bit. "I probably came off as an asshole, huh?"

"Not at all." You shook your head. "You have every right to react the way you did."

Joel made another face and you grinned. "Does it matter what happened to lead us up to where we are now?"

"I guess not," he agreed.

You leaned in and touched your lips to his once and then sat back in your chair. "I love the fall."

Joel reached into his pocket a removed a twenty dollar bill. "After the cider we could always do the haunted hayride; or is that too cliche?"

You downed the first little glass of cider and smirked at Joel. "We better finish before the six o'clock shuttle takes off."

He looked at his phone and took one of his ciders like a shot. "One down, three to go."

"We have fifteen minutes," you challenged, reaching for your next mini glass.

"I don't think you're supposed to take these like a shot," Joel told you with a laugh. "Like other things.." he raised his eyebrows, "You're supposed to savor it."

Purposely, Joel took a slow sip from the second cider glass while making eye contact with you and then drew a finger across his lips. It made you smirk at him.

"I guess.. like other things," you echoed his words. "We aren't on a timed schedule."

"There's always another hay ride."

"Mmm.." you raised your glass and tapped it against his.

Taking your time was the best bet. You didn't make the six o'clock ride but both of you were just in time for six thirty.

Joel helped you up into the back of a wagon littered with hay bales and the two of you sat near the back.

There were some older children of maybe thirteen or fourteen on board, some kids were closer to twenty and the rest were adults.

After the warnings about the ride being too scary for children under thirteen, the bumpy hay ride started. You were perfectly buzzed from the cider and beaming with the feelings of new love amidst the most cliche but perfect fall evening you could imagine. That amplified as you laughed, but hid against Joel's shoulder when the headless horseman appeared from behind the trees on your ride through the woods. He whipped his sword, making 'woosh' sounds as he sliced through air.

"That was a real horse!" You exclaimed with a laugh.

Joel secured his arm around you and you both laughed.

The bumpy ride over a bridge to "get away" from the horseman was a nice touch. It lead the way through a zombie-infested graveyard, a werewolf den and more trick-or-treat specialties.

"These kids did a great job," you concluded at the end, still clinging to Joel's side as you made your way off of the back of the oversized wagon.

"Scared?" He teased, looking over at you as you squeezed his hand.

"No." You laughed and kissed as you walked your way to the pumpkin patch to retrieve a pair of pumpkins. "I say we have a contest."

"A contest?" Joel laughed lightly. "What kind?"

"Whoever carves.." you tossed a giant pumpkin up onto you shoulder. ".. the best pumpkin."

"Gets what?" He took one step closer.

"Whatever they want." You raised your eyebrows.

"Okay," Joel agreed, glancing around for the perfect pumpkin. "You got yourself a deal."

The two of you roamed around a bit more, grabbed a growler of cider for the road and paid for the pumpkins before heading back toward Joel's house.

"Are you going to put the jack-o-lanterns out on Halloween?" You asked, reaching for his free hand as he guided the steering wheel with the other. "You know.. after I beat you?"

Joel laughed. "I'm pretty creative."

"Yeah?"

"Don't underestimate me."

You chuckled and let out a sigh as he pulled the truck into the driveway. Right away your car and his motorcycle came into view.

"You wish we were on the bike, don't you?" Joel suspected.

You giggled. "No, I liked the truck. It has character."

"It's a piece of shit." Joel looked to you as he parked it and killed the engine.

"Well, I like it."

Joel stared at you for a second with a smirk on his face and then popped open the door. The two of you retrieved the pumpkins from the bed of the truck and then headed inside.

"Are we really doing this right now?" He asked, prompting you to nod.

"Of course!" You nodded eagerly and he agreed, locating oversized plastic, garbage bags and a short stack of newspapers piled at the edge of the counter.

You decorated the kitchen table with enough to protect it from the pumpkiny mess that was to come and then placed down the the pumpkins on top of it.

Joel retrieved a pair of kitchen knives and handed you one. "I don't have any of those fancy, little kits they sell these days."

"Well, I guess it's the traditional eyes, nose and mouth scheme, then." You grinned. "I like those better anyway."

"Good luck." He plunged the knife into the top of the pumpkin. You followed his lead and the two of you faced off, beginning with the circular cut around the stem before forming triangular eyes and a nose.

You arched your neck to look at Joel's but he spun it so you couldn't see. You then gave a second attempt and he chuckled and moved his pumpkin out of your view again. After a simultaneous laugh, you flung a handful of pumpkin seeds at him.

Joel began to laugh out loud. "Are you mad you're going to lose?" He grabbed a handful of pumpkin guts and tossed it back in your direction.

You let your mouth drop open, smiling at the same time, as you looked down to where the stringy, orange substance clung to your plaid shirt.

"You started it," Joel joked, maneuvering out of the way as you tossed another handful of the pumpkin's innards at him. This time the seeds bounced off the wall and the handful of guts stuck to it.

"Ohh!" You laughed out loud. "I'm sorry." When Joel threw a handful back at you, you ducked and watched as it smacked against the glass of the patio door.

Joel chased you around the table as you laughed wildly now, reaching for more pumpkin guts with your left hand. You breathed heavy when he finally got his hands on you.

"Okay, okay.. truce." You smiled wide and held a hand out to shake.

As Joel looked down to accept your offer you plopped the other hand of pumpkin innards onto the top of his head and attempted to run again. He laughed and quickly caught up to you again, pulling you back by the arm.

The image of him with pumpkin all over him continued to make you cackle until your sides hurt. When you finally caught your breath you placed a slimy hand on his cheek.

"I'm sorry," you told him, still unable to completely hold back on your laughter.

Joel grinned and then snickered. "No you're not." He pulled the orange, stringy substance from his hair and draped it off the edge of your nose.

"We even now?" You asked, looking back at him, knowing you looked equally as silly as he did.

"Okay," Joel agreed.

You held out your hand and asked again, "Truce?"

He pushed your hand away and leaned in to kiss you. "Truce."

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[stormoflina]

Outfit pics are back, time for my favourite post, lessgoo

disclaimer: opinions

Sigh, so the thing with Dominik is that you can't judge his outfits using parameters like taste or sense of style, you have to apply his very own little Domi scale to rate it, otherwise we are in the trenches.

With that in mind, I can appreciate that he is finally not wearing the rope laces, not that these ones are any better sadly. Bag, plain ugly. But you know what, hot take, but I kinda like this set. On the Domi scale it's a 6.5/10, 3/10 in the normal.

Will we ever see Ryan in something else, other than plain, monochrome sweats? Not feeling the navy either, I think the warmer tones look nicer on him. And those shoes look like the ones you can buy in Aldi, I'm sorry. It's safe, it's boring, can't give a number higher than 4/10.

Only Cody could wear Prada and still serve millennial dad core. 😭 Yet again, his height and face card saves him tho, he just looks clean and put together, as always. The shoes are nice, I guess. 5/10, because I'm bored!!

Listen, Stefan usually serves, but this is not a flattering picture. 😭 He loves his flowy, baggy pants, but this one is just not it. I like the chunky shoes tho, and the jacket and baseball cap, it's fun, youthful, he looks cute. 7.5/10

Nike and Adidas monochrome sweatsets? How original! I'm giving them 5/10 each, because I love them, not because they look good. I mean they do, just not the outfits.

Hot take: I don't like puffer jackets, so we are already a few points behind. Still, Virgil is just so effortlessly cool (despite clearly also putting effort into it yk), I just can't help but like it. 😭 Layering king, shoes are nice, hair is on point, pose is great... Typical Virgil aura. 8/10

Uhm, Macca, put your ankles away you, you w*h*ore. Yeah, this is not it, very much 2010s business bro vibes. It's something Ali would wear. 😭 And it's not your fault Macca, but I have trauma from men in shiny puffy vests. The maté kit is cute tho. 4.5/10

Don't judge me, but I like this okay. Idk, he looks so soft and cozy in the jumper and I like how the top matches the shoes. And his black leather maté kit is a serve too. But maybe it's just Darwin's good looks that make me say 7/10.

Here comes Wataru, saving the day again. Not his best fit, but he still looks sharp and so well put together, despite taking a more causal approach. I love a man in well-fitted clothes and these jeans look great on him! I don't really like the shoes, but other than that it's a casual 7/10.

[elaaronpresleysgirl]

Almost made me wanna sin

Summary:Elvis meets an innocent lil girl at church. He's just a big ol cat that needs a mouse.

Chapter 1

At twenty years old, fourty year old Elvis was the first man to put himself inside you. He married you first, of course.

Weather wise the Las Vegas spring was heavenly, warm but not too warm.But aside from the weather, Spring was just as mundane as all the other seasons. Until you met Elvis Presley.

'Normal' eighteen year olds didn't have a curfew, but your life wasn't exactly normal. After your Mom died when you were ten years old, the balance she brought to your discipline died too. Your Father treated you like a Princess..like a Princess that needed to be locked away in a dragon-guarded castle.

Your friends grew tired of the atmosphere the grumpy man created when they would visit, so eventually they stopped visiting at all. They came and went swiftly throughout your teenager years, all but one. The angel that was Daisy King. She was remarkably similar to you, she had grown up without a Mother and her Father was just as strict as yours.

And she had a sweet but mischievous spirit like you. Maybe that was why he seemed to actually like her. You both met at grade school and she was always there through the bad times and the good. He wanted you to have someone solid you could depend on and Daisy had proven herself to be.

Boys were none negotiable though. He had the mindset that boys were only after one thing. And you couldn't deny it was true of most of the boys at your school. They seemed to want to make it their mission to fuck every pretty girl they set eyes on. However there were a select few that were different, sweet boys that Daisy dated on and off.

Boys your own age didn't appeal to you. You were too deeply ashamed to admit it, even to Daisy but you often fantasized about fucking men your fathers age, there was something about the worn out, rugged looks on their faces, their broad, broad shoulders and large hands.

Even at church you would keep an eye out for potential subjects of your fantasies. This time was no different. You had gone to evening mass with Daisy (Under strict instructions to be back straight after) 

You weren't actually interested in anything the priest was saying-you simply went to church because Daisy wanted to and it gave you opportunity to escape your Father's nagging for a little while. So while he spoke you surveyed the pews, eyes focusing on a middle-aged looking man who stood with his head bowed, black baseball cap over thick, raven hair and dark sunglasses over a slightly chubby face.

His hands were covered with leather gloves and he wore a long leather coat, tight black shirt and black trousers. His shirt was so tight in fact, the buttons were straining against his substantial belly. Something you found incredibly arousing. As he looked up you immediately recognised who the man was.

This was the man who's crumbled poster you kept under your pillow for the evenings you'd lock your bedroom door and get into bed, pulling the covers over yourself before retrieving the image of him in his "American Eagle' jumpsuit, microphone in hand. 

You'd hold the poster in front of you with one hand while the middle finger of the other lazily circled your clit. You imagined waiting in his dressing room for him, helping him out of the suit and him urgently fucking you on his dressing table. You'd come so hard from the fantasy of the man, it was almost impossible to stop yourself from crying out.

And now he was right here, in your local church. You blushed hard at the thought he might somehow know you masturbated to his image, but you just couldn't tear your eyes away from him. He was magnetizing. You watched his large hands restlessly move from down by his sides to the pew in front of him until he settled on folding them around himself.

As you were studying his movements his head swiftly turned, catching you off guard. You whipped your own head away from his direction and froze, awkwardly fighting the urge to look back at him. You could feel his stare burning into you without even looking. "What's the matter with you?" Daisy questioned in a hushed voice why you were so shifty.

"Don't turn around, but I'm pretty sure-fuck-I think that's Elvis Presley behind us" You spoke back in a whisper. Daisy chastised you for swearing in God's house but chuckled at the ridiculous notion "Can you not swear here! Yeah right, if Elvis Presley is in this church I'll-" Her sentence cut short when she did the opposite of what you'd said and turned around.

"Shit!" She covered her mouth, shocked at the involuntary curse word that had just escaped. "So all it takes for you to curse in church is Elvis huh? I told you not to look!" You playfully nudged her. "He was looking right at us..well..you..he was looking at you" You knew your best friend was right. You could feel his eyes trained onto you.

All of a sudden the urge not to glance back at Elvis dissipated, overtaken by the thrill of being watched by the Elvis Presley. You first looked back with your gaze fixed to the murky green flooring, landing on his shiny leather boots and travelling over well-filled plain trousers, large brown belt and the strained buttons of his tucked in silk shirt until you gingerly reached his face, his full lips turning at one corner to give you the gorgeous grin you'd seen in magazines so many times. You were just thankful his blue eyes were hidden behind dark large glasses, you were already a burning hot mess and almost certain you would faint at the intensity of the windows to his soul on you.

"He's gonna end up coming over when this service is finished, I bet ya!" Daisy's enthusiasm made her speak a little too loudly and receive disgruntled head shakes from the elderly couple sat opposite. She began to mouth an apology but they had already turned their focus away. "Nah. He's just being nice because he caught me gawping at him. Probably just doesn't want to embarrass me." You whispered into her ear to save getting dirty looks from any more parishioners.

"Well it's not working! You're as red as my dress!" Daisy grabbed hold of the dress in question, leaned towards you and held the fabric of the shoulder near your face, giggling. 

"I am aware, thank you!" You cleared your throat and attempted to compose yourself but neither you or Daisy were able to focus on the service. You never did pay much attention to the priest even on a normal day but it was unusual for Daisy not to be fully immersed. 

After what seemed like a lifetime the service finally finished and you again turned to look at Elvis but to your bitter disappointment he was no longer there. You scanned the pews to ensure he hadn't just moved to another but he hadn't, he was gone.

"UGH. Daisy we had one chance to meet him and now he's GONE.FOREVER." You threw your head back dramatically and let out a whine. "Maybe it's for the best. He does have a bad track record when it comes to girls" Daisy's attempt to console you fell on deaf ears.

"I didn't say I was trying to date him!I just wanted to meet him! Ugh let's just go" You tugged on Daisy's arm, wanting to get out of the place imminently but she protested. "Wait a minute, I wanna speak to Father Carpenter before we go" 

"I wanna speak to Father Carpenter before I go" You mocked her words in a high pitched tone. She didn't bite back though. "You can, I'm going home!" You were frustrated and disappointed you hadn't gotten to meet Elvis..if only you had just thrown caution to the wind and walked over to him or at least smiled back at him.

You walked with Daisy to Father Carpenter where you left her, both saying your goodbyes until tomorrow and you beginning your short journey home. It was now midnight and the streets were dimly lit due to several street lights being busted.

You always assured your Dad Daisy would walk you home but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. As you reached about the half way point to home you could sense something. A gut feeling struck you, like someone was watching. It was when you started to speed up to a more well lit street that you heard a startlingly loud whistle.

Oh fuck. Your mind began working at a million miles per hour, thinking of how you could defend yourself from whoever this creep was. You could now hear the sound of heavy footsteps, becoming closer and closer as your breathing became more and more erratic. 

You just knew you had to run. Thoughts of despair and regret at not listening to your Father when he insisted you shouldn't be out on the streets so late alone flooded your mind, you began to feel like you were running in quick sand and before you knew it a hand latched onto your right shoulder, you trying to scream but no sound would appear.

Then you heard his voice. "Hey, why you out here all alone lil girl?" You could hear the smug smile in his tone. Your knees were already weak and it was some wonder you didn't pass out the way his intense blue eyes pierced into you. You couldn't find any words as you struggled to get your breath back. 

"I'm Elvis Presley. Saw you staring at me back there. You caught my attention, lil girl" He held out a large gloved hand which you shook meekly. "I-I know who you are" Your breath slowly began to return to normal but you stuttered in the presence of this larger than life being. 

He let out a chuckle and looked you up and down, his gaze lingering on your breasts. "I know you do, honey. But I'm not so ignorant as to not still introduce myself. Didn't mean to scare ya. Just hated the thought of a lil thing like yaself leaving herself all vulnerable. There's a lot of bad men out there." 

"I-thank you" You mentally kicked yourself for giving such a lame response. He'd now taken his eyes off of your breasts and returned to looking you directly into your eyes. You couldn't figure out if you preferred him with sunglasses on or not his stare was so nerve-wracking.

"You're more than welcome doll. You not have a father or a young man looking out for ya?" "Yeah. My Father is very protective" You looked at the ground as you spoke. "He can't be that protective, letting ya walk home all on your own. If ya were my little girl I sure as hell wouldn't" Hearing those words come out of Elvis's mouth somehow made you blush.

"Well..." You began to explain how your Father thought you weren't alone but Elvis cut you off, as if what he wanted to say was far more important. 

"A young man?" Elvis tilted his head to one side, expression becoming suddenly serious. "Huh, I-Im sorry?" You were dumbstruck. His plumb lips turned up into a cocky smile. "I'm guessing you don't have a young man looking out for ya either, a boyfriend? I doubt it the way you were undressing me with your eyes" 

You couldn't fathom where to put your beet red face, something Elvis seemed to relish. He seemed to enjoy making you squirm and stutter. "S-s-sorry!" You spat out an apology to the ground and in return got a roaring laugh from Elvis. You prayed that same ground would swallow you up.

"Oh honey! You ain't gotta be sorry, you're only a human being after all! Darling, I enjoy being leered at by pretty things and you are a damn pretty lil thing. Look at me" Your hands began physically trembling as he held your chin up with one hand, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

"You wanna know something?" His blue eyes had turned dark. You nodded feebly. You weren't at all sure you did want to know, you already felt faint but you daren't not nod. He dipped his head down so his lips were pressed against your ear, his close proximity stiring something underneath your panties.

"You staring at me with those big innocent eyes made my cock awfully hard" You gasped out loud at the vulger words he was whispering but you still couldn't help the heat crawling across your skin "I bet ya do that all the time, don't ya? Make men solid, desperate. That's what I was. Why'd ya think I had to leave the service early? Had to go and relieve myself in the bathroom. In God's house...that's what ya did to me. Almost made me wanna sin right there in the pew!"

"You're doing it to me again, right now" He continued, his southern voice heavy with lust right down your ear. "Feel him, feel just how hard he gets for ya doll" He firmly gripped your wrist pressed your hand over the tent in his trousers, making you moan involuntarily. 

This was the first time you'd ever touched a man down there before and you were shocked at just how big he was. You suddenly felt a wet spot pool in your panties but Elvis withdrew himself from your ear and gently moved your hand away from his groin.

"Think you liked that a bit too much, lil girl. That little moan was music to my damn ears" He let his hand hover over your curves as though he was about to touch you but decided not to. Instead he once again brought his lips to your ear and spoke softly "But I'm not giving you anything tonight. I'm gon' go home and think about you..stroke my cock till I spill all over myself and you're gon' go home and rub that pretty..I know I've not had my eyes on it yet but I just know it's pretty..pussy while you picture me relieving myself just for you" 

Another moan escaped you as you processed just what he was saying. You were slack-jawed, unable to formulate any words. Elvis was doing the talking for the both of you. "I'll see you at church tomorrow, lil girl"

He unexpectedly pecked you on the cheek before he strode off,too quickly disappearing. Leaving you wondering if it was just a dream. You trudged the rest of the way home in a trance-like, highly aroused state to do what Elvis had asked of you.

[nova--spark]

Maybe this is a bad time to bring this up but we’ve seen the Jasper Trio turn into Cybertronians but what if Team Prime turned human?

Ok I have been thinking on this and Going off my messing with the idea of Quintessa, set in about a year into the Timeskip AU for further funnies. Mortal Machines

A vengeful Cybertronian sorceress had returned with a grudge. And a very high superiority complex to rival most other cons to boot, she used a relic so obscure, that it could be argued even Alpha Trion had not recorded it in the Iacon Relics.

And the unexpected results of this relic, were the entirety of team Prime ( Arcee, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen , Elita and Optimus Prime ) having a rather...unique and new kind of transformation. Into a human form. Human forms that resembled their holoforms at the very least, which made recognizing them far easier than if they had been regular humans, but... Oh lord was this going to get hectic. It was..an experience for sure. I mean sure, holoforms could be quite realistic in their sensations, to the point of picking up, carrying things, feeling , but this was wholly new to the team. They were just very glad that when it did happen? They were close enough to contact base at all. Safe to say? The kids were very perplexed to see the now human Autobots before them.

The first they encountered was Bumblebee, with sun kissed skin, eyes of icy blues you'd think they were almost silver, and short golden blond so perfect you'd think his hair was golden straw, if not for the faint black streaking through it in spots. He looked so young, in his early 20s surely, and a sturdy 6ft tall. Scars littered his skin, but he was quick to scoop up Raf into his arms, laughing as the stunned kids saw him in a true blue human form. He was dressed in what looked like just casual wear, save for the bright yellow and black leather jacket, with a fittingly bee themed emblem on his back and shoulders.

Next was Bulkhead, who looked so...normal in comparison to some of the more brightly colored team mates, but upon closer look, his near black hair was indeed a dark green in the sunlight, eyes of steel blue, and dark skin, marred in scars. His hair was cut short, but he wore a baseball cap [which somehow held the Wreckers emblem, which was amusing to Miko] that covered it anyway. His face was framed by a large bushy beard and mustache, and he had a few wrinkles, but from smile lines. He was dressed in what many construction workers would be found in, a vest, grey t-shirt, and jeans with sturdy work boots. He looked to be at least in his early 30s, which they found quite fitting. He towered over quite a few, at 6ft 5.

Wheeljack by comparison, looked to be in his late 30s, and was dressed like a biker, a leather vest covered in various patches, his hair a dark grey and streaked with silver that complimented his ever so lightly tanned skintone , and the same steely blue eyes as Bulk. He looked beyond elated, picking up Miko and runnin aorund with her on his back as they tested out how energetic he was as a human, now that he could pick her up with less caution at all. He was only an inch shorter than Bulk at 6ft 4, which he ribbed on his friend for.

Arcee by contrast, looked so simple. Dressed in a sleeveless high neck shirt, black jeans and combat boots, what stood out most was her midnight hair with a pink underdye and her bangs framing the sides of her face fading into the iconic pink of her head pieces. Her eyes were unique, almost a pale blue-violet, with the faintest tints of pink. Her lips were painted a dark blue which stood out against her lightly tanned skin, and Arcee looked to be in her late 20s by comparison to the older men around her. She stood at 5ft 10 next to the guys, small sure but not dainty as they could tell by her physique.

Smokescreen, who to no one's surprise was also in his early 20s like Bee, was in contrast a mix of both his previous and current paint job. His hair was an almost silvery white, but streaked with faint red like Bee's black streaks, and eyes of bright aquamarine. He was dressed in a racer's jacket, white red and blue with his old number on the back, though his t-shirt by contrast was blue and yellow with his current new number on the chest. He looked to be the most excited to be human, and was 6ft 2 , towering next to Jack [who was just 5ft 10 in comparison].

Ultra Magnus was...the fitting image of a soldier in his prime years [roughly early 30s], dressed in what looked like combat ready gear, which was a stark contrast to his blue hair streaked with faint red. His eyes a silvery blue, they were still firm in their gaze as he tried to understand what had happened to them. Pale peachy skin was marked with scars of a fitting second in command however, and he stood tall, at 6ft 6 next to most of the others.

He didn’t say much, he may as well have been a statue if you asked the others, but his eyes passed over each teammate, ensuring they were alright.

Ratchet…was another story. He was outraged by this transformation-transfiguration? Whatever it was, he would like to very much be back in his own body! Standing at 6ft 3, Ratchet had white hair slicked back into a decent braid, with just the simplest streaks of red-orange in it and a well cared for red goatee. His skin was a rich warm tan tone, and his eyes were an almost green tinted aquamarine, as his eyes had never really been the same after his incident with Synth-En.

Dressed in a white lab coat and scrubs, he certainly at least looked like a doctor, which amused the kids quite a bit. At the very least he too looked his age, in his late 40s.

He however, was not at all amused.

Lastly was Optimus and Elita, who had been likewise, caught in the transformation.

Elita was beautiful, standing at 5ft 10 and in her early 40s, her pink hair had a black underdye, and complimented her rosy complexion and sapphireine eyes. She was well dressed in a dusty pink suit jacket, with a white blouse, but casual jeans and most surprising or fitting, black combat boots.

No one could say Elita did not look like a formal yet terrifying soldier.

By comparison, Optimus looked quite…different

Dressed in refined clothes almost reminiscent of a professor, Optimus looked to be almost in his 50s, wrinkles along his eyes which were a gentle cyan blue, and gently tanned skin with a few scars across his features and a well maintained beard as well. His hair in contrast, was a deep blue streaked with white and red. Standing the tallest of all, at a towering 6ft 7 above everyone else. Surprising many, he had glasses, which seemed almost fittingly still on his gentle face and features. He wore a black turtleneck, with a deep red suit jacket and dark grey slacks, as well as black dress shoes.

He looked so…so normal.

Once everything settled, they called June and Fowler, and June was quick to give a check up to everyone.

Now they just…had to figure out how they would turn back to Cybertronians.

Primus help them.

[deramin2]

My boyfriend made an observation about the Timberborn icon so I modified this meme to show it.

ID:

Text: Nobody. Gay bears™ on Instagram.

Image: the faces of 20 white gay men, mostly heavy set, all with beards, a couple with baseball caps, and most with a particular smile. Second row first column has two men. Third column, third row is the Timberborn icon, a cartoon beaver face in a floppy brimmed hat and a leather harness. He has the exact same profile and smile as the gay men.

End ID.

[danielharriss]

The Enduring Charm of Varsity Jackets for Men

The men's varsity jacket, also referred to as the letterman jacket, has a long history dating as far back as the late 19th century. Born from the emblem of achievement for athletes, it has long since passed that category. Now the mens jacket varsity is recognized, not only for its rich history within the world of sport but also for its versatility, style, and universal appeal. Every wardrobe would benefit from having one in it, whether casual for everyday or the type of statement piece that elevates a wardrobe: the varsity jacket for men.

A Brief History of Varsity Jackets

In 1865, Harvard University registered the first-ever appearance of the varsity jacket. It was worn primarily by the baseball players of the university to signify their athletic prowess. With wool bodies, leather sleeves, and those all-important chenille patches bearing the team letters, early jackets became really the norm of school phenomena in their transition and transformation from the sporting field to the streets and runways.

The varsity jacket will be found making even greater strides in the 20th century when it became a fashion staple, embraced by stars, singers, and all those who have an instinct toward modern fashion. Today, it stands unlimited by youth, individualism, and a pinch of nostalgia. Yet while the history remains, the varsity jacket for men has seen its share of design developments over time to match the modern world.

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How to Wear your Varsity Jacket for Men

Styling up with a varsity jacket can be a fairly easy thing to do. Here are some tips to let you strut into town in full confidence using this classic piece:

Casual Cool: To be casual in one's everyday life, throw on that varsity jacket on some plain tees and slim, tight-fit jeans and white sneakers. If you're going for maximum versatility, then get a jacket that is in neutral colours, like black, navy, or grey.

Street Style Edge: Wear your best hoodie, set it up with some distressed jeans, and keep some high tops. Then layer the varsity jacket on top. Add a cap or a beanie to bring that affordable cool vibe.

Smart-Casual Sophistication: Make it classy by pairing the varsity jacket with a neatly pressed button-down shirt and chinos. Finish off the style with loafers or Chelsea boots for a touch of sophistication.

Retro Charm: Have the accurate old-school vibe with a varsity jacket that comes entirely complete with its flashy colours and traditional patches. Team that with some straight or bootcut jeans and retro sneakers to create the real old-school look.

What Should You Consider While Choosing a Men's Varsity Jacket?

There are a number of things to consider when looking for the best varsity jacket for men:

Material: While searching for varsity jackets, choose those made of quality materials: wool for the body, real leather for the sleeves. With these two materials, you will get durability and a feel of luxury at the same time.

Fit: The fit is one of the most important things when it comes down to how good or bad your varsity jacket looks on you. Get one that's snug but not too much so that you can layer under; at your wrist the sleeves should hit, and the hem should sit at your waist.

Design: From bright colour combinations to simple and clean, varsity jackets come in many designs. Choose one that's appropriate for your aesthetic. Don't be afraid to experiment with different designs and prints, patches, and embroidery for uniqueness.

Functionality: And what's more, check practical little details like hidden pockets, buttons, closure systems, and lining. Pockets multiplied on a stylish varsity jacket would spell function; it would deny double duty winter-quilted lining.

Renowned Labels for Guys' Varsity Jackets

In case you're all set to obtain a quality men's varsity jacket, then you can check these brands because they can really cater 'to'style and craftsmanship':

Nike: This state is famous for their fusion of sportswear and street wear. Therefore, they offer different styles of varsity jackets that suit the contemporary user.

Champion: Athletic companies now have great varsity jackets, which both speak of long tradition and modernity.

Levi's: Though this company is popularly known for producing denim, Levi's has also designed great varsity jackets in a rugged, all-American flavour.

Polo Ralph Lauren: To add a touch of the high life, try the well-known varsity jackets from Polo Ralph Lauren that scream sophistication and never-go-out-of-style appeal.

ASOS: In case you lack money, ASOS is the best option among the various brands because it is a popular name, yet it sells so many fashionable varsity jackets with prices that students can afford.

Maintenance Guidelines for Your Varsity Jacket

In order to keep your mens varsity jacket looking clear and glamorous, you should be advised on the following care tips:

Cleaning: Before cleaning, always refer to the care label before attempting to clean your varsity jacket. Generally, for wool and leather jackets to clean, use a damp cloth and mild detergent to spot-clean stains.

Storage: Place your jacket in a cool and dry place. Avoid hanging it in direct sunlight, as this may lead to the fading of colours over time.

Maintenance: Condition leather sleeves regularly to avoid cracking and to ensure that they remain soft. Remove pilling from wool bodies with a fabric shaver.

Final Thoughts

A varsity jacket for men is much more than just a piece of wear—it is identity, tradition, and statement, all rolled into one. While it is something brought about by athleticism, in modern living, it stands tall for any man to have in his wardrobe.

With unlimited styling possibilities, high-quality materials, and a great history, the varsity jacket still stands tall as one of the most important staples in fashion. So don't wait: invest in a men's varsity jacket now and enjoy the stylish, comfortable, and functional mix your varsity jacket affords. If you want to hit the streets or just want to hang out for a casual gathering, the varsity jacket will always have your back both literally and figuratively.

[sunsetleather8]

The Hottest Leather Baseball Caps For Men With Biker Gear

Leather baseball caps for men and motorcycle apparel have come a long way from their early beginnings. Today, innovative materials like leather combined with creative designs make for headwear and biker gear that is both fashionable and functional. Whether you're a ballplayer or biker or love sporty styles, leather caps and motorcycle clothing may be just what you need to take your look to the next level. Read More: https://sunsetleather45.blogspot.com/2024/04/the-hottest-leather-baseball-caps-for.html

[possibilistfanfiction]

Hi, may you please spare some advice on what casual, but also cool in a hot climate, clothing a baby butch could look into wearing that’s a bit fashionable and isn’t just a shirt and a cargo shorts?

whew first of all donate any & all cargo shorts immediately (pretend tan france is telling you that Urgently). i do understand finding shorts can be kind of weird depending on ur body shape bc men’s shorts are often bulky & long. i prefer a 5’ inseam, but you can go for a 7’ if that feels better. under No circumstances should ur shorts hit ur knees lol. madewell has some pretty good options (if you can find one that’s mens & womens in-store that’s the best). pacsun usually has some pretty chill options. for online shopping, bearbottom shorts is not too expensive & has a lot of colors in both 5’ & 7’ shorts. i really like the swim shorts both& just made (not sure if they’re sold out). get lighter colors in the summer if you want for shorts, & just… no khaki.

& i love a t-shirt, but it’s in how it’s worn. i don’t think it even needs to be an interesting t-shirt, but it should have a fit & pov that looks intentional. i like to get my t-shirts a size up & tuck them in, sometimes pair them with an overshirt. if i know i’m going to be SWEATING & i want to wear a tshirt, i’ll wear something looser & actually thicker cotton in either black or white. i’ve had top surgery so i can wear tanks without stress but if binding is a concern, both& has some great tanks for ppl who bind.

if you do want to be more dressed up than a short/t-shirt combo, the answer is & will always be linen. a short sleeved linen button up (from really anywhere you like that fits well — uniqlo has both men’s & women’s in many earthtones for under $50!) is The Key. put it on as an overshirt over your t-shirt or wear it buttoned halfway in a french tuck. i prefer to stay away from patterns & bright colors bc it can easily look a little zany, but do your thing there. i have a few pairs of linen pants i also love, especially for things like taking my wife on a date, or if it’s just a cool day/nighttime activity etc. literally just… linen button ups & linen pants, even drawstring pants! if you wanna ball out, theory makes my favorite linen pants, but oak + fort is a close second & much more affordable. everlane also has all of these pieces in mens & womens & is very high quality!

idk ur shoe situation but two great options are always birkenstocks (the rubber ones are under $50 & v comfortable) and/or all white low air force 1s. a good all white sneaker is a great starter sneaker & will always go with everything. i myself prefer dunk lows but u gotta rly be wanting to invest in some sneakers to do that lmao but if you are! they’re cool

lastly, small accessories go a long way! i have a few chains, a small hoop earring, a ring (& my wedding ring but lol i don’t think we can count that as an accessory), & then sunglasses i love. i have a Beautiful watch from my wife but literally just a watch w a normal watch face & a leather band is better than nothing or wearing a smart watch out when there’s quite literally no need lol. a good baseball cap, either plain black or from a cool brand (mine for this summer is aime leon dore) is both a nice addition & also practical. do not & i mean Do Not carry around a backpack unless u Absolutely have to lol. masc cross body bags or canvas totes are much better if u need a bag

also:

- you can find tons of overshirts thrifting or at outlets! since they don’t have to fit perfectly it can be a great place to look for them

- i live & die by a good pair of light wash denim in the summer. allsaints & madewell always have beautiful denim, but you can look at levi’s as well, or thrift!

- tailoring is not expensive!!!!!!!!! if u find pants u love that are too long, just get them hemmed! fr it’s like $10, everyone needs a good tailor

- never underestimate a good sweatshort/t-shirt/overshirt/birks moment to go get a cup of coffee or something… 10/10

- i have definitely not been in a place financially to do this in the past, so pls take this w a grain of salt & of course do what’s best for your budget, but higher quality, simple fabrics ethically made are ALWAYS going to be best. they’ll last longer & keep their fit. launder ur clothes carefully too! hang drying pants & heavy cotton will get their lifespan to extend. & it’s 100% cool to find brands u love & stick to them. if u find a piece u like, u can get it in a few colors, rather than trying to find a bunch of other stuff. quality > quantity, capsule wardrobes are easier to wear & maintain

- some ppl whose fashion i like rn: courtney williams, arike ogunbowale, shanice van de sanden. & sue bird knows how to wear a short/button up summer set with the best of them. kristen kish Obviously. (& also i love mal from the queer ultimatum lmfaoooo)

- wear whatever u want, just not cargo shorts :)

[askthebutch]

Im kind of like, new to lesbian culture and butch culture. Im 15, I've known I liked girl since I was like, 9 or 10. And I spent most of that time convinced I was bi or pan because of comhet or whatever. Anyway, I wanna know if you have any advice on how to start dressing more butch? And just like more butch media I can interact with and go through to learn more about it

Be cautious in online spaces that are geared towards lesbians and butches, since most of the folks on there are adults and will be discussing adult themes.

Dressing butch, and butch media. When you try on a new gender expression, most folks start with undergarments. That way it's private and you can decide if you feel more confident before you start changing stuff people will notice. Most butches I know wear sports bras, boxer briefs, and ugly ass crew socks. Sports bras weren't an option for me until after my breast reduction, so I wore minimizing bras. I likes Hanes womens' boxer briefs and their white crew socks (ugly I know but trust they are so comfy you'll never go back).

For clothing, it's all about the fit and hem lines. You'll have to try on a bunch of clothes to find what really works for you.

For shorts, try women's soccer shorts because they have a lower hem line than shit like nike shorts, but they won't swallow you like men's basketball shorts. For pants and jeans, tighter is going to read as feminine but that doesn't mean you should wear parachute pants. (google mc hammer and don't tell me you've never hear U Can't Touch This) Go for bootcut or straightcut jeans. You might have formals or dances or something in which case I recommend getting a women's tuxedo.

For shirts, get you a multipack of t shirts from the men's section. Great place to start. Men's t shirts aren't as clingy as women's, they're cheaper, they have pockets, and they're a little longer in the torso. Pair a t-shirt with a casual open button up (like a flannel) and you've got yourself a look that killed it back when I was in school with my fellow dinosaurs. I tuck the t shirt into my jeans and wear a leather or recycled bike tire belt with a buckle I found at an antique store.

Ultimately, it's more about what makes you confident than what aligns with the gender expression you're aiming for.

If you saw me at a coffee shop, I'd be wearing crocs or beat up work sneakers, Levi 401 jeans, a big hoodie, and maybe a baseball cap. I also like to paint my nails black and wear the same two necklaces I've worn since I was like 12. That's what makes me confident.

[your-not-so-southern-blig]

Southern Convention #3

Hat etiquette

Hats here in the south is a staple of our clothing choice and they are a handy tool that is used in those hot summer days. Here's how you handle hats on a daily basis:

Caps: Baseballs caps or your go to hat is usually a hat that you got for free at a booth or convention. This is work outside during hot days to work or to a casual get together. This will usually be busting at the seams before you replace it with an equally inexpensive hat.

Cowboy hats: Cowboy hats are both formal and informal head wear. They can be used to work in the field with or worn to weddings or proms. There are different types, winter and summer. Your winter hats are a heavier leather that will keep the head warm, the summer hats are going to be a light material like a light plastic that will shade your eyes and keep the head cool. You've heard the rule never take a cowboy's hat unless you plan on going home with him, and the second never lay your hat brim down (you'll pour all the luck out of it).

Easter hats: If you go further south you'll find people wearing hats to church every Sunday but that is not the case where I live. The only occasion for wearing hats at church is Easter or Homecoming. When choosing this hat pick something subtle, not too many feathers or things adorning it.

General rules of hats when it comes time for dinner, men take off their hats regardless of the kind and women are generally asked to unless it is an Easter hat then they are permitted to keep it on during supper.

[shadeofazmeinya]

How to Plan a Simple Heist: A Guide for the Current Sorry Soul Leading the Fakes

A/N: Here’s my fic for the Achieve! Zine that I was a part of! If you enjoy, I highly recommend the rest of the zine! As always, reblogs and comments are super appreciated!

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A man stands outside the tall marbled columns of the Maze bank, sunglasses reflecting the heat of a Los Santos day. The city bustles with movement; cars, people, planes soaring up above. But this man is stopped, considering the imposing structure in front of him as the doors swing in and out with people. 

He leans back against the parking meter, hands buried into the pockets of his brown leather jacket, a wolf snarling on his back. No one cares to look at him and he doesn’t care to look at them. After a moment he adjusts his baseball cap a little lower over his brown curls and his eyes flicks to his watch. His mouth twists as he counts down the seconds before he pushes himself up and heads inside.

Pushing past the glass doors, his shoes echo across the marble floor. A second story balcony hangs above and he spares a glance up. There, a lithe man in a tailored suit stands. His blonde hair shines in the light, matching the gold around his neck and wrist. He stares down at the people going about their days alone. The two men catch eyes. Smirks pull at both of their lips and just as suddenly the man up top slips back into the crowd. And the man below continues his march to the teller's window.

“What can I help you with?” the teller says pleasantly, unknowing of the plan already unfolding. The parts already moving into place.

The man in leather grins and starts to hand a note-

“Then you seduce the bank teller!” Joe interrupts with a grin, a hand slamming down on the wood table that is sprawled with various maps, scrawled notes, and surveillance photos all centered on Maze Bank.

“What?” Alfredo laughs, others in the room bursting into giggles. “Why do you always want to fucking seduce the marks on the heist?”

“I can do it! Let me try!”

“No,” Trevor sighs, hand pinching the bridge of his nose. This planning session has already gone on for two hours and they’ve yet to even properly plan getting to the vaults. “No seducing. Michael just passes a note saying that this is a robbery.”

“That’s so boring though,” Joe huffs.

“He’s right, we can do better than a note,” Lindsay nods.

Trevor sighs, able to tell the battle he’s losing. “Then just tell the bank teller you’re robbing them. The note was the finesse.”

“Am I supposed to ask to go in the back or hold up the front?” Michael says, turning them somewhat back on track.

“You are the distraction. Your job is to keep the focus on you, while the others are setting up in the back-“

A large, detailed painting hangs in one of the meeting rooms, something expensive even if the subject is hard to make out with the mesh of colors. The room sits empty, silent until the painting creaks. Thudding against the wall, once, twice, third time it knocks off the hanger and clatters to the ground. 

Replacing it is a hole with two figures inside. Both are dressed in all black with masks covering their faces and slip out with bags of gear on their back.

They move swiftly with practiced ease. They pause at the doorway and one leans out to listen. They listen closely and then give a quick hand motion and they both move out. Running down the hallway.

The camera flickers, red light blinking. Connected is a screen that shows the figures moving around. Then the screen flickers; the figures disappear mid walk. The screen shows just an empty hallway. Leaving silence and a lulled peace once again.

“How come Matt always gets to be the man in the chair?” Alfredo huffs, leaning back as Trevor is again trying to explain.

“Because I’m the hacker. That’s what I do. Besides, you said you wanted to be the one in the tunnel.”

“I did say that,” Alfredo laments. “Joe convinced me on the outfits.”

“Black and slim is sexy,” Joe grins. “And we get to use the big drill.”

“The hole will be made before the heist even begins,” Trevor reminds, pointing out their floor plans and maps that were labeled with the drill spots.

“Ky and I get to do it, right?” BK beams. “Pretty please, Trevor? We can sneak around and easily get it in place.”

“What?! No, I want to!” Jeremy protests. “Matt taught me how to use it!”

“Cmon, Jeremy, you know Team Friendly Fire has it covered,” Ky cuts in.

“Ky and BK can do it, Jeremy we’ll need you for setting up other parts of the heist,” Trevor says.

Ky smirks and sticks her tongue out at Jeremy, who returns the gesture.

“Now let’s focus and talk about how we’re getting out-“

The back door bursts open, several figures flooding out into the back alley. Voices shout and the wail of sirens isn’t far off. But the figures don’t stop moving, each carrying a bag draped around them. Cash sticking out from every stuffed pocket.

The figures bolt, taking off running in the same direction. All sharing bright grins as they run with their steal.

“We’re almost at the pickup spot,” one shouts, tapping a small piece in their ear.

“I’m right there,” a voice responds, a curl of red hair shouting over the loud roar of a helicopter. A shadow crosses over them, a cargobob hovering as the wind rips around.

Below the machine, there was a chain hooked to something hanging below it. A bright pink plastic box, swinging, with words on the side of it reading-

“We’re not using the fucking Porta Potty!” Michael shouts as Lindsay bursts into giggles.

“It’s the perfect plan, Michael!” Lindsay defends. “Listen-“

The room floods with bickering and teasing and complete lack of focus as they battle out the pros and cons of the portable toilet. Trevor lets out a deep, but fond, sigh. He knows when they need to focus they will. In the meantime, though, it's like herding cats.

Out of the corner of his eye, Trevor spots Jack give an amused smile as she lounges back in her chair. A knowing smile, having seen the chaos of these people the longest. But when she locks eyes with Trevor, she gives a subtle nod. An encouraging look, a deep set of trust. Trevor feels his nerves settle, looking back over all the maps and notes. All the work they’ve already put in. Trevor takes one more deep breath and gives a sharp whistle to get the room’s focus.

“Alright,-“ he says, leaning over the table and looking them all in the eyes. “Let’s take it from the top one more time.”

[simonhudsons]

There was nobody on Earth who could possibly list ‘teacher’ as one of Simon’s future careers. He didn’t know enough about anything, really, and he also wasn’t sure he could ever nail the strict, detention-giving demeanours of his old high school teachers. Mrs Rose, in particular, who had been his sophomore English teacher, still cut an imposing figure in Simon’s memory with her smudged lipstick and tightly wound curls. She’d been whip-smart and a fan of all the books he knew Harlow and Katie had read, but she grew relentlessly tired of the way her students, namely Simon, had failed to keep up with her. There had been countless times when he’d received a detention just for taking longer than the rest of his class to finish the chapter of Life of Pi they’d been instructed to read.

Even Kit, who often ended up in detention right beside him for mouthing off to all the teachers she thought had painted a target on her brother’s back, wouldn’t have labeled him as the kind to teach anyone anything. Although she did promise that Jenna’s future Greek god education would be his sole responsibility.

All that being said, he found himself stepping into the role of teacher today. Or maybe ‘coach’ was a more fitting word! He wasn’t good at explaining the plot of his favourite books to people, often tripping over his words and getting plot points mixed up, and he was absolutely terrible at giving directions, but baseball? Simon knew baseball.

While the other boys in his class had pandered to the true Canadian stereotype and tightened the laces on their skates at the hockey rink, Simon had obsessed over baseball instead. It was the one thing he and his father had had in common, Derek Hudson delighting in the fact that the son he’d written off as a sissy actually had one hell of a pitching arm. When Simon had hung up posters in his room of Maury Wills in his heyday, his dad had declared it hero worship instead of acknowledging that his son was starry-eyed for several reasons when it came to old photos of Wills in his Dodgers cap. Before his parents’ divorce, Simon had fond memories of spending hours on end with his dad in the back yard, his arm numb from the tremors of the ball landing in his catcher’s mitt reverberating up through his bones, his legs itchy and covered in welts during the summer when the late hour and the setting sun brought out the mosquitoes he never noticed until their bites made themselves known to him in a hot fury the next morning.

He’d never made it big in any sort of league, a disappointment his father had never gotten over, but it had never lessened his love for the sport. Even if his games were relegated to an amateur league in Central Park, he was happy to just get to play. Besides, he’d been to a few Dodgers games with his dad and heard the way the men in the grandstands yelled at the players whenever they fumbled a ball. Sensitive to criticism, Simon was just glad there were no aggressive spectators at his Sunday afternoon games.

Everyone had packed up and left by the time the August sun had turned everything in Central Park golden that day. Only Simon remained as he waved off Kenny, smiling as the man linked hands with Harvey and headed home. He stayed behind, using the toe of his cleat to push some of the sandlot dust off the pitcher’s mound as he waited for Ty.

Honestly, he’d been surprised when Ty had asked him to teach him how to play baseball. His friend’s interests lay amongst green, fuzzy balls and wired racquets. Not balls of white leather with red stitching and metal bats. But he’d been enthusiastic about the task anyway, in the same manner as he had been when Poppy had decided to read Percy Jackson after months of him pushing it onto her.

The crunch of gravel alerted him of his friend’s arrival and he adjusted the cap on his head, turning it back-to-front so he could see Ty better.

“Hey, buddy!” he said, jogging towards him so he could sling his arms around Ty in a hug. He was glad that his friend was still sans moustache. He didn’t want to hurt Ty’s feelings but he secretly thought that the other man looked much better without hair on his upper lip. Only Kirk Gibson suited facial hair like that, although he supposed if Billy ever decided to go down that road, he’d suit a moustache too. Then again, Simon thought that Billy would suit anything.

“You ready to play ball?” he asked Ty, excitement creeping into his tone as he bounced on the spot.

[starredforlife]

What are your favorite outfits?

fingerless leather gloves

spikey bracelet

black men's jeans with lots of pockets

jean jacket with woolen collar or grey canvas jacket

red long-sleeved tee, black sweater, or graphic tee

simple silver necklace

clunky black boots

belt

sometimes a baseball cap that doesn't velcro right, so it's affixed with gaff tape

alternatively

sleeveless grey sleep shirt

my little red slut shorts <3 or track pants

socks (nonoptional)

otherwise it's just a roation of men's jeans/shirt or sweater/jacket/boots/belt. i don't venture much with fashion as it is simply expensive to look colorful and stylish and i enjoy looking like i've been working on a film set for 24 hrs straight