#or cheap as fuck from aliexpress

[kyeomwoo]

I hope Hao is proud of me for making my own merch instead of paying for it

[gender-euphowrya]

every time i see ''de-influencing'' content where people are like explaining in great details why you shouldn't buy some doodad from temu i feel like a medieval peasant like

idk what the lords are up to but it seems nefarious thankfully for me all i know is harvest wheat and shit in bucket

[softfem-dom]

more random x men+wade wilson headcanons!

✰ Logan is the type of guy to frown at you when you talk to him from more than 3 meters distance, not because he can't hear you but because he can't understand what you're saying.

✰ Cyclops the man that you ask something and goes "what?" but when you try to repeat yourself he stops you because he did hear you it's just that his brain was too slow to process it on time.

✰ I'm one hundred percent sure that when Wade first was told that Colossus' real name was Rasputin he went real '🙀' face and asked "like rasputin? like that dude that was banging the queen of russia? does that mean-" he didn't get to ask if his dick was 28 cm before someone was covering his mouth.

✰ Rogue and Bobby bought different color set pyjamas and exchanged the shirts to match.

✰ Logan says 'you ate' to Kitty and Rogue because they forced him to anytime they do well in a training session.

✰ Kurt can't, for the life of him, understand the slang of the new generetion like what do you mean he ate and left no crumbs??? rogue??? what are you trying to saying to him???

✰ Logan sleeps as if he was the girl from the exorcist, limbs everywhere, sheets in the floor, pillow lost in the bed. ^he snores real loud too.

✰ Jean is a huge mamma mia fan. ^Cyclops has been forced to sing along with her more than once.

✰ Storm likes to watch grease just to cuss out Danny for being a dick.

✰ Rogue and Kitty were forced to watch grease for 'cultural education' and ended up unironically fighting over who was better if Danny or Kenickie. ^Rogue was team nickie and Kitty was team zuko.

✰ Storm will hide the existence of grease 2 from everyone. for her, that movie doesn't exist.

✰ the kids once tried to pull a singing stunt, high school musical style, for Storm on teacher's day.

✰ Hank likes Elvis. I will not elaborate. ^he also likes to put on a fake deep voice to sing the low notes of his songs lol.

✰ Charles has nearly 170 vinyls stocked in boxes in the basement of the school. turns out he was an impulsive vinyl collector when he was younger (think dofp time)

✰ Kurt, Storm and Cyclops showed up in matching Wolverine merch (the most shitty, cheap, aliexpress material kind) ever just to fuck with Logan for a while. ^he got mad, he was amused, but still.

✰ then, Rogue and Kitty unironically got actual quality brand Wolverine merch and Logan was acting like a proud dad.

✰ Logan is a girl dad™. I will not elaborate.

[hiskillingjar]

Genderbend (All/MC)

the girls are back and i’m having a woman moment, leave me alone day 11: genderbend second person. top and more butch adjescent reader (didn’t say dom though :)) cw for rape in strade’s part. sometimes women can be rapists #feminism

ren 🦊

"This is so embarrassing. Don't you have anything better for me to wear?"

You turned in the mirror, a frown on your face as you stared at your reflection, stared at the black pleather lingerie set Ren had forced you into. 

The tacky triangles of fabric which made the “bra” barely covered your chest and the cheap thong was just made up of strings and straps that cut into the soft flesh of your hips. You didn't even remember what the exchange for your reluctant acquiescence had been this time around.

"Why is it embarrassing?" Ren asked, standing beside you in the mirror in her own quasi-fetishistic outfit (she’d opted for an ironic “bunny suit”), a mischievous smile on her face as she stared at the reflection, amber eyes hungrily taking in each bulge of flesh. "It's so cute~!"

""It's uncomfortable is what it is." You snapped, staring at her, your dark brows knitting into a frown. "This fabric is itching the shit out of my skin, too." Your blunt nails scratched your thigh, where your body hair was thickest and wettest. "Where did you even get this, AliExpress?"

"All the best things come from there," She replied matter-of-factly, reaching out to swat your hand away.. "And stop scratching. Complaining is super unattractive, you know."

You scowled and crossed your arms over your chest, staring at her body.

"Your outfit is way nicer. What, you don't feel like treating your captive to something nice, once in a while?"

"Mm, that's true, mine is nicer." She smiled proudly, turning in the mirror and admiring her petit, curvy body. “But if you behave, I might just get you something that feels just as nice. If you're good."

"If I'm good..." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, glaring to the side. "Whatever."

"Don't be like that." She teased, as she took your chin in a firm grip and forced your eyes back on your reflection in the mirror, her small frame pressed against yours. "I think you look cute, anyway. You look so much like a boy most of the time, you suit something more girly."

"Really." You deadpanned, not looking to indulge her.

"Or, well," She let your head move back to face her, hands sliding down to your hips, groping each area of bulging flesh hungrily. "You might suit it more, if you tried to look like a girl. Seriously, you should shave your legs or something, you might like it!"

You looked down at yourself, at the thick, dark body hair that covered your calves, thighs, mound and belly, and scoffed.

"Oh, wow. Didn't know you were into forcefem, Ren, that's a really new one for you." You said, sarcastically.

"I can't forcefem you if you're already a girl, stupid!" She protested, though she was still smiling like a fox, her fangs wet and pleased.

"Mm," You rolled your eyes again but you couldn’t resist a slight smirk (a heat lighting up in your cheap thong), turning back to pull at her hips, lining yourselves up together so she could feel that heat too. "Didn't know you were into de-dyking then."

"Mm,” Her smile dropped a little and her cheeks went pink. “I dunno about that. That one feels a little more…mean-spirited..." She keened forward and mumbled into your neck, her chest and full hips flush with yours, bare skin rubbing against your own. "Besides, I thought you were bi-"

"I am bi," You said quickly, not minding the skin-on-skin contact as you slid your hand into the back of her panty and groped her backside. "I'm a dyke who likes fucking pretty boys sometimes. And what are you, hm?" 

You toyed with the pom-pom on the back of the waistband, a fox in rabbit's fetish gear. You almost laughed. 

"A, uh, a repressed butch trying to forcefem herself into an e-girl femdom, so all the boys will like her? Kinda sad, Ren"

"I am a domme! I'm a femme domme!" She protested, hips pushing back into your hands as if instinctively, an indignant and petulant pout on her lips. “Besides…I look cuter when I dress up.”

"Sure sure..” You nodded. “But I think you'd look way cuter butch then you do as a botched femme, though." Your smirk broadened, pressing her little body against the mirror as your lips ran down her neck, feeling her pulse beat faster.

She was just so easy to wind up. No wonder you’d talked yourself out of being her basement fuck-pet.

Though, now you were thinking about that…

"You're not being fairrrr...." She protested, burying her face into the nape of your neck, her hands clinging needily around your shoulders, hips rocking up against yours. "Why do I even let you talk to me like this? I could make you behave if I wanted..."

"You don't want to, not that badly," You murmured into her neck, leaving behind a little nip, instantly swelling into a little red splotche on her pale skin. "I'll play along though. You can make me look as femme as you want, if you take off your little outfit and wear something of mine..."

She shivered against you, a little gasp escaping her throat at each teasing bite. 

"Are you…mmph, are you trying to seduce me?” She stammered quietly, pulling her face from your neck with another pout. “I'm the one who's supposed to be in charge here, you know..."

"Mm, I'll be sure to make you feel very in charge when I'm making you come your brains out, sweetie," You said, nipping her neck again.

"N-no fair..." She protested again, her breath hitching as you continued to tease her neck. "You know I'm weak for that..."

"You're weak in general," You said with a smirk, suddenly pulling back from her and giving her hip a teasing smack. 

"Go get changed~"

lawrence (x oc) 🥀

"Hey cutie~"

You snickered softly on the other side of your phone, the camera pointed towards where Law was prepping her shot in the tiny bathroom, each step of the process methodical and thought out as it always was.

"What are you up to?"

“What are you doing?” Law murmured quietly, turning to the phone, a slight blush appearing on her pale cheeks as she drew the viel’s liquid into the throw-away syringe. "Why are you filming me?"

"Weren't you listening in therapy?” You asked with a smile, sitting up from the bed and pacing towards her, leaning in the bathroom’s door frame.“We're supposed to try remembering all the things that make us most happy in the world, aren't we?"

"And what…” Lawrence's blush grew more prominent, her voice becoming somewhat shy. “You're choosing to film me doing my E shot?"

"Of course I am. Nothing makes me happier." You stepped inside, the tiled ground cool on your bare feet, and pressed an idle kiss to Law’s shoulder (making her let out a soft squeak at the feeling), continuing to film her in the bathroom mirror. "Sooo, how long have you been on E, Law?"

"Three months and seven days." She said with a gentle smile (still eerie and far away, but more authentic than it had been before), running her palm over her stomach to find the best place to inject. “My…thirteenth week, now.”

"And why'd you get on E, Law?" You then asked, resting your chin on Law's shoulder with a big smile, watching as she pressed down on the syringe’s plunger.

"Well...I guess I wasn't happy with myself.” She explained quietly with a little shrug of her broad shoulders. “I felt like a stranger in my own body, in my own life. And I wanted to be...well, me." 

She laughed then, quiet and soft, and turned to face you.

"And then of course...there was you."

"Oh yeah?" You grinned a little more, keeping the camera up.

"Yeah, definitely…” Her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in a little closer. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have been miserable, I would have stayed that…lost person you met in therapy.”

The blush in her pale cheeks had mostly faded by now, replaced with a small smile of genuine happiness.

“You pushed me to be the person I wanted to be...the person I feel like I should be.” She took in a shuddering breath, holding you tighter. “You mean the world to me...you have no idea how much I care about you."

"Baby," You murmured quietly, stopping the recording and closing the gap between you with a gentle kiss.

Lawrence melted, easily, into the kiss, her hands moving to circle your neck, fingers spanning across your shoulders and thumbs nestling against your delicate wind pipe. 

You didn’t care. If anything, the subtle gesture made you feel powerful, like you alone had tamed the beast that Law had once been. And it felt good. 

Her whole body relaxed at the feeling of your lips against hers, your tongue pressing against the seam of her trembling mouth, a shiver of pure ecstasy running through her as you pressed closer, your stirring lengths rubbing together through panties and pyjama shorts.

"You...wanna go back to bed?" You asked with a coy smirk, pulling back with a little lap at her mouth.

Law's blush swiftly returned and she gave you a timid nod.

"Um...yeah...yeah, let's go back to bed."

You smiled even wider, taking Law's hand in yours (matching black nail polish topping carressing fingers, your got your nails done together now and giggled at the same jokes, and god, you loved her so much) and dragging her back over to the bed, settling on top of her hips as soon as she was lying down beneath you.

Law let out a surprised squeak and a laugh, settling back into the bed, her hands on your hips gently tracing the outlines of bone under your skin. 

"How'd I get so lucky with you?" She breathed out, grey eyes widening as you shifted on her hips, giving the both of you some much needed friction.

"I could ask you the same question," You murmured with a heated smirk, lowering you lips down to Law's neck and sucking love bites into her pale skin, bruises and markings of ownership that people would see, people at therapy, people at the cafe, people at the gallery-.

“Oh!”

Lawrence let out a soft moan, her head tilting back (blonde hair fanning over her pillows like a halo) to give you better access to her neck. She closed her eyes and gripped your hips a bit harder, shivering with desire and the (obvious) urge to control herself and keep still underneath you.

"God, you're amazing..." She murmured needily.

"Pitch your voice up," You whispered a soft order into her hot skin, as your hand sank between Law’s legs, feeling the heft of her cock in your fist and giving it a firm squeeze.

Another shuddered breath escaped Law, her lips parting (like a porn star) as she let out a higher pitched moan, her hips lifting so she could buck into your grip. Her whole body was heating up (after being so cold), everything around her feeling more intense as her body grew needy and restless, trembling beneath you. 

She let out a shaky laugh, pushing a hand into her hair and laying her palm over her eyes.

"Good girl," You praised, gripping her cock tighter, your own cock peeking through your panties and lining up against Law's, as you grinded your hips down against hers. "Keep it up. You're a girl, so sound like one..."

Another shiver of pleasure, a strangled moan leaving Law as you bucked your hips into hers, rubbing sticky heads together, stimulating you both at the same time. She nodded slightly, her voice pitching higher, sounding innocent and girlish, and becoming more desperate.

"Y-yeah, I'm a girl...your girl...oh, please..." She whined, both hands reaching down your back and holding you tight as she desperately tried to speak. “Feels so good…”

"Yeeeah, you are," You continued to croon and dote, sucking another love bite into her neck, where it would be most visible. "My girl, my good girl, Law..."

Law's body arched desperately against yours, another high pitched whine slipping from her vocal cords and filling the hot, clammy air of the apartment.

The perfect little heaven that the two of you had carved for yourselves.

"Yours...I'm yours...please don't stop..."

“I won’t, I won’t ever stop. I promise, baby~”

strade 🔨

"S-Strade, I can't do this..."

You were standing in the low-light of the basement, bare feet cold on the concrete ground, arms prickled with goosebumps, and your collar weighing heavy around your neck.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy.”

Strade was on her knee behind you, tightening the belts of a heavy duty, leather strap-on harness around your hips overtop of your camo shorts, a thick, black phallus protruding obsecenly from the shiny, silver ring on the front of it.

Bigger than anything you'd ever used before. Though you had a sense that Strade preferred a strap-on that was especially punishing.

"You call yourself butch?" She said, heaving herself back to stand with a low grunt and taking hold of one of the straps, giving it a shake to make sure it was tight overtop your shorts. You nodded hesitantly amidst her silence, since she was obviously looking for an answer from you. "Well, don't you know that a butch is supposed to serve her femme?"

You both then stared at the girl beneath you, tied to the basement's support beam. 

Her eyes, wide and scared and looking at the two of you like a pair of demons in front of her, were streaming with tears, smearing black eyeliner and well-applied eyeshadow down her cheeks. Her short dress had ridden up amidst her struggle against Strade, revealing hold-up stockings and silk panties, sodden with urine. 

Any possible protest she could have made was masked off with a thick, duct tape gag.

She was gorgeous, obviously, but…

"T-That's not-" You started, peering over your shoulder towards the older woman as she nudged you forward.

"Always full of excuses, aren't you?" Strade murmured with a click of her tongue, her hands on her full hips. "Well, I think your little girlfriend is pretty disappointed in you. Aren't you, sweetie?"

The girl shook her head erratically, murmuing pleas for mercy and freedom into her gag, breathing haed through her nose. At least, that's what you assumed she was pleading for.

"Strade-"

"Do you need an incentive? Hm?" Strade interrupted you, pacing towards the girl with a roll of her eyes in your direction. "Mein gott, these dykes of the day...fine, fine!" She held her hands up in acquiesence, before settling back down on her knees and placing a firm hand on the girl's shoulder, forcing her shaking body still. "How about you fuck your femme, like a butch is supposed to do," She then produced her bowie knife from the holster at her hip. "Orrrr, I kill her right now?"

Your eyes widened with alarm as the edge of the knife was pressed to the girl's throat, at which point she started freaking out, pulling against the cable tie binding her wrists behind her, pleading and crying even louder into her gag, and looking at you with a mix of fear and betrayal.

Why aren't you doing anything? Why aren't you helping me?

"I-I d-d-don't..." Your lip trembled and your eyes began to sting. "Please don't make me do this..."

"If you get her to come," Strade continued, putting more pressure on the knife, making the girl instantly still with a muffled whimper. "I might even keep her alive longer than a weekend! What do you think about that, hm?" She smiled broadly, as if ignorant to just how cruel she was being.

"Why are you doing this to me?" You whispered.

She blinked at your question and tilted her head to the side, genuinely confused by what you'd asked her.

"To you? Heh!" She suddenly let out a barked laugh (which made the girl flinch and whimper) and shook her head. "You think this is about you? Wow. That's pretty selfish, liebling."

"T-Then what is it?" You asked, your hands curling tightly at your sides. 

"Do you think you're anything more than a tool to me right now?" She said, giving you a considered look and another shake of her head. "No, no. You're no better than this...knife!" She held the knife up, before tapping the point against her scarred cheek. "Mm, actually, this knife is much better than you." Her smile turned into a smirk. "More reliable, at least."

You said nothing, locked in place at an unspeakable impasse.

"So, those are your options." Strade shrugged again and pressed the knife back against the girl's trembling throat. "So, get. To it."

Your lip shook again and the first beads of tears fell down your face.

God. You couldn't even ask the girl what she wanted.

Strade had said that this had nothing to do with you, but fuck, why did it feel like she was doing this to torture you and you alone?

You said nothing as you settled down on your knees too and crawled towards the girl, trying to make yourself appear smaller, less intimidating, less compelled to hurt her.

I’m not involved with her, your positioning said, please don’t hate me for this.

"I'm sorry..." You murmured, another stream of tears running down your face as you settled between her legs (now held open by Strade's free hand) and rubbed the head of the rubber phallus against the front of her sodden panties, trying to ignore her muffled whimpers as they shifted aside and you eased the toy inside. "I'm so, so sorry. I promise I'll be gentle. As gentle as I can be, I promise, I promise-"

"Your tears aren't worth much." Strade chided you softly, frowning at how slow you were being and gripping the girl’s thigh harder. "Come on, put some fucking effort into it or I'll start cutting."

Your eyes flickered up to the girl's anguished expression, brows knitting together in a way that you hoped translated to sorrow and guilt, as your hips jerked forward and you buried half the length into her cunt.

She cried out loudly, her eyes squeezed shut as a new batch smeared her already ruined make-up, and you murmured a little curse to yourself. 

Fuck, there hadn't been any slick there at all, had there? 

You couldn't even try to pretend that you would make this experience even remotely pleasurable for her, not in the slightest.

"I hate you," You murmured, your teary eyes narrowing towards Strade with an ugly sniff, wiping up snot with the back of your hand. "You're the worst person alive."

"Such high praise." She smirked and shrugged, like she'd heard it thousands of times before (and she probably had). "But, ah,  I don't think your girlfriend is really enjoying this so much." 

She slid the knife down the girl's heaving chest, teasingly slow, and cut through the spaghetti straps holding up her dress with barely any effort, revealing a large (and possibly fake) pair of breasts. 

"Make it nice for her, why don't you? Put your mouth on her chest."

You cringed internally at Strade's demand, eyes on the knife dangerously near the girl’s heart, but reluctantly did as you were told, lowering your head down and latching your mouth on a nipple, tonguing the swelling bud as your hips moved, back and forth, fucking her deeper.

Your softer movements and warm tongue earned a soft moan, substantially different from the scared whimpers and cries, and you could feel the slow drag of the strap-on between her legs begin to meet less resistance.

"Fuck..." You breathed against her chest, a shameful coil of desire curling inside of you as you continued to service Str- the girl! 

"Yeah, that's hot." Strade grinned all the same, filthy and lecherous, the knife now resting against her thigh, away from the girl but adding a dangerous subtext to the whole scene. "How about a kiss too, hm?"

You swallowed hard and raised your head again, your free hand (the one not holding her hip) reaching up to gently cup the girl's trembling jaw.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to help, I am…”

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips through the duct tape, trying to slow your thrusts down again and make this...well, a little nicer than it had been.

You received another soft moan as the girl’s eyes squeezed together, dark eyelashes fanning over her cheeks as she waited for all of this to be over.

You had that in common, at the very least.

“How sentimental. Give me something good to work with, and I’ll think about keeping you both alive, hm~”

[seat-safety-switch]

SO-LAR-FUCKING-POWER. Or, as the appearance-obsessed image consultants want us to refer to it now, "photovoltaic energy." Yeah, okay, nerds. A lot of people have been shit-talking solar in the press, because they're afraid that individuals will set up their own power generation facilities in their backyards, roofs, sheds, community centres, what have you, and start pumping out electricity. That will make the big electricity corporations sad, so they've paid all these handsome people to come on the news and yell about it.

Let me put it this way: if there were a magic machine in the sky that shot out a bunch of candy bars every day, like an absolute shitload of Milky Ways, and you were hungry, would you run out into the backyard with a bucket? Or would you feel bad about it because Bob Milky Way, up there in his hateful Cadbury tower, is no longer able to perpetuate his existing business model?

Personally, I've gone big-league on solar, mostly because the utility company disconnected my house after decades of non-payment. Now, I can't afford the new stuff: even the cheap panels that the proud people of China throw onto AliExpress are too costly for my budget. What I've done instead is dig through the landfill (after hours, of course) for several hundred solar desk calculators.

These calculators are electronic devices that we used to use before smartphones in order to compute numbers. And they ran on the sun, because replacing batteries is annoying. After breaking open the calculators, I looped their solar cells together in series, and eventually built a big enough panel to cover my entire roof.

When I say it like that, it sounds easy, and this is the myth of engineering progress: it was actually a lot of stop-and-go stuff, bumps in the road. Rooftop fires. Wiring fires. I fell off the roof a few times. The cops came by at one point and were idling in front of my house, waiting to see if I'd come outside so they could bust me for stealing all those calculators from the dump. In the end, though, I am now able to charge my phone for free, and even run my coffee maker if it's a particularly sunny day. That coffee is the best-tasting coffee I've ever had, because it tastes like billionaire tears.

And I won't stop there, either. Things are going to improve dramatically at the old Switch Family Solar Array as my bougie neighbours throw out their old panels in order to upgrade to the latest and greatest. Pretty soon they'll be paying me to take them – I have it on good authority that the dump charges you like minimum $20 this weekend. If you flip to the last page in my investor deck, you'll notice that I have projected to be able to run my refrigerator by 2025. You better get in on this shit, or we'll bury you with the coal.

[zzazuooak]

so I ordered some cheap 3D printed dolls from aliexpress, for funsies I guess. I started sanding just the head on the larger one, because holy fuck did the seller make an impossible knot out of the elastic, I don't even know if I'll be able to take it apart without cutting it :);;;

so far I have no idea how I want to customize them. I love the solid green eyes that came with the little one, but I am not loving the grey/red on the other.

[hatsunepiku2009]

tik tok really is a smelly platform. Saw a video of someone saying "normalize having rooms with AUTHENTIC merch and not cheap knock off stuff from shein/aliexpress". While I do prefer authentic stuff over knock offs, do you have any idea how hard it is to get a hold of authentic shit? How expensive it is? Can yall mary sue bitches stop absolutely demonizing aliexpress and shein? You are not the savior of the internet for pretending to hold the opinion that "cheap merch bad hurrdurr". Temu/aliexpress/shein make things more easy to aquire for poor people. Also, a great majority of people who buy "knock offs" are most likely minors who don't have the means to just "save up" for it. If they can get something they love for a cheaper price, they probably don't give a fuck if it's not the real thing. As much as I hate knock off anime figures, I would never judge someone for owning them. Everyone deserves nice cute things regardless of the tax bracket they're in. Judging someone for owning knock off merch is the equivalent to seeing a low class person struggling and being disgusted by it. SERIOUSLY just shut the fuck up and go play Influencer vigilante somewhere else. You are NOT making an impact.

[dumbhero]

i hate shopping for clothes bc not only does it feel viscerally, uniquely humiliating it's also so fucking hard to find online stores that aren't just dropshipping and when you're like hey where do i find this thing legit and not made of paper? they'll tell you to buy from aliexpress for cheap like i am going to turn into worms this SUCKS

[chiveburger]

listen, I've been a consumer of aliexpress, shein, temu and I'm by no means avocadating for them. I know they're probably data mining and stealing customer's information and abusing their staff but I do find it funny how so many of the people who speak of these websites are such apparent xenophobes. If these sites were ran by people who WEREN'T chinese, I'm sure nobody would really give a shit or question the legitimacy of it, and they'd probably find some way to justify less than quality products by saying "well it's cheap!" temu itself is littered with (I'm sure) thousands of comments how it's used to sell your information to china and how it'll steal your credit card information and I'm sure that's true, but so is your starbucks app and so is google and so is the whole of the internet. people write about these sites like chinese people are the most evil conniving devious people ever and if you even do more than LOOK at this website, your whole browser and household is going to explode. that everything listed here is meant for losers and it's all junk and cheap and trash... I'm not telling people to buy from these sites or that they're safe but no online shopping is safe to begin with. even paypal has fucked people over. my point is some people extrapolate from a couple of reddit posts and believe everything online to be true, all the while try to disguise their hate for chinese people as being "careful." these are also the same people who are fine with buying everything from amazon though :)

[bigtittiecomitte]

Story time with bigtittiecomitte

Everyone remember the How To Train Your Dragon franchise? Yeah same

The third movie came out and me, my dad and my little sister went to go see it. The thing about my dad is that he loves cheaper things (for an example, my dad got me two rip off N and Uzi plushies from Aliexpress instead of buying the offical ones because the official ones are deemed too expensive)

So that’s my dad, really loves cheap things and when we go to see a movie in the movies (we mostly call it movies or movie theatre here, cinema is for fancy people) usually we go to the supermarket first to grab snacks like popcorn, drinks, etc. The only time my dad would pay for food in the movies is for important movies (something like Sonic and Fnaf cause we’re geeks lol)

We went to the movies that was in a mall that we usually go too so we didn’t need to make two stops to the supermarket then the movies. Got popcorn and a bottle of coke (this is important)

Something that’s probably not important but kinda if you’re thinking of watching a movie in New Zealand. Some movie theatres will not allow outside snacks, some do but most movies I’ve went too never allowed it although they don’t really so crap if you do have outside snacks because it’s just smart to carry a bag with you, lesson for anyone wanting that nz movie experience (I don’t know if this is common in other countries tho it could)

The movie theatre that we went to didn’t allow outside snacks so we had to do the really suspicious move and have my little sister carry a bag with heavy stuff in it and the staff probably noticed we were sneaking food in but they didn’t care cause we got in and had front row seats

Halfway through the movie, I grabbed the bottle of coke (the large bottle btw) and it was unopened and I was thirsty so I opened it without fully looking

Worst. Mistake. Of. My. Life

The fucking bottle exploded all over me, I was dying by stupid Coca Cola while people were just watching the movie unknowing this 13 year old was drowning in Coca Cola

NOT EVEN MY FAMILY NOTCIED

So when that was over and I was covered in Coke I immediately told my sister about it and she tried telling my dad but he was too invested in the movie to hear her

To this day I still remember this like it happened yesterday and it got so bad that I recreated the exact moment of fear in my eyes

[infrared135-36]

it’s been hilarious looking at everyone’s fuck ugly cheap plastic crap (their disingenuous amazon pleather purse full of aesthetic pins vs our heartfelt aliexpress plastic itabag full of gacha characters) I truly thank this person for the thread, I haven’t laughed this long in a while. you know this shits all coming from the same factory right

the QRTs acting like this is the first time in history punk has been commercialized, really the cherry on top of it all.

[swankyangles]

Okay, so, the way you get the image from the computer onto the screen, is first you print out a black image onto a transparency, and then you shine a light through the transparency on to the screen which has been coated in a photographic Elmer's glue. (NOT literally Elmer's). Now what happens is the part the light hits hardens, and the parts covered by the image stay soft. Then you rinse it off, and you have a screen printing stencil! While the toner transparency from the FedEx copy shop can get the job done, it is overall not dark enough for the best quality. Working with them is sustainable, but it can be tricky or iffy. Most times what works is you underexpose the screen and then very carefully rinse out the image(as opposed to a pressure washer) and expose it again to make the remaining emulsion hardened further.

The best film positives are made with a UV blocking ink with an inkjet printer. So you get some empty ink cartridges from wherever, any order some bulk black ink from a supplier, I used inkowl.com for the cartridges and the ink, although I theoretically could have paid less for the cartridges, their ink prices were great. From what I can tell, even the dirt cheap ones from AliExpress work fine.

Used Cannon PIXMA ix6820: $120, shipped

Empty carts: $30

UV Ink jug $35

100 13x19 transparencies : $60-$80

I use paint.net to make my designs, so no need for expensive "rip" software. Which for some reason, supposedly lets you use "all the ink carts" to print for supposedly "the darkest" and also vectorizes images. It also seems to cost $200 a year? I think basically you throw money at it and it does all the file and printer setting optimization stuff for you?You don't need that shit. Nor do you need the $1000 "kit".

Anyways, the point is I, and probably most people, didn't anticipate a step of the screen printing process to include

"you must make a big printer GOTH AS FUCK"

The transparencies are so dark, it makes me do E-40 impressions.

[sunriseseance]

It makes me so legitimately ill that people are willing to buy products they ABSOLUTELY do not need that are made with slave labor because said ABSOLUTELY UNNECESSARY product is cheap. Like there are things that you have to have that are made unethically. I do get that. But you do not need trendy clothes from Shien. You do not need a fucking water bottle from aliexpress. People are enslaved to make those. How can you possibly pretend to care about social justice if you can't even shop second hand. And the thing that drives me most crazy is when they pretend there is No Other Option because they are God's most abused creature and therefore everyone must forgive them for it and say it is okay to participate in slavery because they have no choice. If you REALLY have no choice (and let's be clear, you do. If you can wait for Shien to ship to you then you can wait for similar times from second hand shops online that will have exactly your size) then at least shut the fuck up about it? Why do you feel you deserve permission to buy slave labor?

Also girl, the lead content.

[what-the-fuck-khr]

I get the goal by telling people to not buy cheap jewellery from stores and to shop from small businesses instead, but when it comes to jewellery…… like 85% or more of small businesses for jewellery just buy the glass beads and crap (or plastic ones) and the little unlicensed charms off of AliExpress and Amazon and then whack them on some jewellery string or cord. the little charms are sometimes stolen artwork and always never licensed for whatever character it is. why would I spend more on a small business that’s just buying their crap from the same places…? and they half the time don’t even fucking look good…?

[moonspower]

"Hey guys, don't knock on Vi so much for his taste in men, I mean sure it's questionable in a way where it's like how somebody would be okay with using a toilet with a stray booty hair on the seat along with some questionable stains, rather than use the clean one in the next stall. But he is not completely hopeless... like sure he likes Hank Hill but he'd also simp for John Redcorn, which the latter is completely acceptable understandable!"

✨ @pararennial is continuing this dragging session.

At this point, Virote just let it happen to him—this verbal ass beating that went on for hours and hours. First, they insulted his taste in men, then they insulted his height, and now we boomeranged right back to the beginning. He felt a cold wind blow, his soul getting a little more dark; the flame of his heart was starting to dim, like a shitty, cheap candle from Aliexpress. Tucking his hands into his pocket, he stared out into the San Francisco night. Bike riders were biking, everyone on his street drove a Lexus, and there was some white lady cussing out her husband on the phone. Out in public. It's over, Harold! You can take your big boobed, blond, hussy secretary and hit the fucking road! And, I'm taking the kids!

God, he felt like he was empty. And, his favorite hand pie shop was closed.

Just another thing to drive a man down the path to insanity. Cruel world.

[lakefoundtheirexit]

I've blocked so much spam, ads and right wing grifters on TikTok they just outright blocked me from blocking anyone else

I can no longer block these watch scambots that have swarmed my mentions since I got into watches and videos about them

I can no longer avoid dropshippers who upcharge you for stuff they get from AliExpress for cheap and mark up the price, I can no longer avoid those stupid ""fan"" accounts that are clearly just bots reposting videos from YouTube for a profit. This app is absolutely fucking unusable now