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[redpill-tfs]

sup mate I'm british can I get a red pill I hate it here.

I'd be glad to help you out mate. I'll send you the pill and a plane ticket shortly. You'll know what to do when you arrive at your destination.

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You arrive at the London airport about a week later, ticket and pill in hand. Nothing else will be needed for your new life. You weren't told where you were going, and the ticket strangely doesn't say. It just has your name and the gate number. You're starting to feel a bit weirded out by it but anything is better than staying here in Britain, right?

You get through security with no issues, arriving at your gate just as the passengers are boarding. You sit down in your seat, ready for your new life to begin as the plane takes off not long after. The guy next to you is in a military uniform, looking at the nearly naked women in a magazine he brought. You try to hide your disgust in having to sit next to this guy for the whole flight. Those imperialist douchebags just bragged about the women they fucked and flexing in front of the bros. Totally unlike you in every way.

You remember the pill in your pocket and pull it out. It sits in the palm of your hand, almost begging to be swallowed. The in flight TV is playing news about debates in Parliament, but you can't bring yourself to pay attention. It's not as though British politics will matter to you anymore. that isn't to say you paid much attention before, not even taking the time to vote.

As the flight attendant brings you your water and the smallest bag of pretzels you've ever seen, you take the chance to finally take the red pill. It goes down on the first gulp. At first you don't feel anything. Was this all a scam? Are you going to be stuck in the US with only the clothes on your back and no way to contact anyone back home?

You don't have to worry for long, however, as you get a tingling feeling in your stomach. You squeeze past the guy sitting next to you and rush to the airplane bathroom, quickly locking the door behind you. You press your hands against the sink to support yourself. Were they always that big and calloused?

You take a look in the bathroom's mirror. Your hair has been cut into a short, standard brown haircut, not a hair out of place. Some stubble has grown onto your face, giving a nice mature but rugged look.

You stare in shock as your body changes. Any fat on your body is gone in an instant, replaced by pure muscle. Not too much, just enough to show you're in shape and train regularly. You feel your feet grow larger, now a size 14.

Your old clothes disappear in a flash as new clothes materialize in their place to match the new you. Your old nerdy t shirt is now a plain dark green, complimenting your new figure. Dark green camo pants accompany the look, perfectly showing off your longer legs. Was your butt always that much of a bubble butt? The pants sure don't hide it. A camo jacket drapes itself over your shoulders, the American flag displayed proudly on your bigger arm. Finally, a pair of boots plops onto your feet, ready for the days of training ahead. (Wait, training?)

That's right, you're heading back to base after taking a short vacation to the UK with your bro Jake. You've been in the army since you turned 18, hating your time in school and wanting to serve your country proudly, just as your father and grandfather did before you. You met Jake on the first day of bootcamp and became the best of bros ever since. You two constantly worked out together, ate meals together, and of course hit on women together when you took trips off base. You couldn't ask for a better wingman if your body count was anything to go by. The ladies love a man in uniform after all.

You give yourself one last look over in the mirror before you head back to your seat, giving Jake your special handshake as you sit back down next to him.

"You okay, bro? You were in there for a while."

"Yeah, broski. Just making sure I look good for the chicks, ya know?"

"If you say so bro. Hey, check out this chick in here."

As you refastened your seatbelt, you take a look back at the TV. FOX News is reporting how Trump is passing tariffs on Canada and Mexico. You smirk as you listen. You can't think of a better president than Trump, besides maybe Reagan. He was turning the country back around, making it a force to be reckoned with soon the global stage. Those sissy snowflake libtards could cry about it all they wanted, but you knew the country was on the Right path once again. You voted for Trump all three times he ran of course.

The flight landed in South Carolina not long after, and you and Jake set off back to Fort Jackson. Though sure no one would notice if you two snuck in a quick trip to a bar for a one night stand!

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Perfect Find

Steven Grant x GN!Reader • Rating: PG •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: You and Steven look through the local charity shops.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: Just some fluffy old fluff.

Warnings: swearing, set in the UK, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 590

You gasp excitedly as you hold up the shirt. “Steven, what about this one?” 

His eyes light up when he sees it and rushes around from the other side of the clothing rail. “It’s perfect!” He touches the material lightly, it’s cotton, or at least some kind of cotton blend. Whatever it was, it doesn’t make him feel like he needs to peel his skin off after coming into contact with it. 

“This charity shop has everything,” he laughs as he takes the shirt, a short sleeved button down, out of your hands and looks at the price. £6.00, not bad. 

The shirt itself is a vibrant sky blue, intercut with swirls of white that in all honestly neither of you are one hundred percent sure if they are meant to be clouds or waves. Though most likely the latter considering the main pattern of the material. It is covered with swimming goldfish, all from a bird’s eye perspective. 

You notice the black t-shirt slung in the crook of Steven’s arm and point to it. “Found something else?” 

It takes him a moment to drag his eyes away from the goldfish before he looks up to you and smiles. “For Marc.” 

You’re about to say how thoughtful that is of him, until Steven holds the t-shirt up and you can read the text on the front. ‘My depression is chronic, but this ass is iconic.’

You can’t help the sudden bout of laughter that spills from your lips. “Oh my god…”

“I know, right?” Steven gives you the biggest shit eating grin.

“He’s gonna hate that.”

“He is.” Steven says with an almost perverse glee. “Loathe it, utterly, utterly loathe it.”

You walk with Steven as he takes his purchases to the till. “Is this payback for him hiding your Hanukkah jumper?” 

“Not in the slightest.” He grins. “Just part of the payback.” 

You giggle. 

“I’m gonna wear this t-shirt every time I know we’ve got planned switching time. See how long it takes before he notices the writing.” 

“Could be a while.” You smile. 

Marc was very observant when it came to outside things, other people, the landscape, he wasn’t however so concerned with what he was wearing as long as it was comfortable and fairly plain. The writing on the t-shirt was just small enough that there was a good chance he wouldn’t pay attention to it straight away. Especially if Steven put a hoodie or a plain-ish shirt over the top (unbuttoned of course). 

“Oh, I intend to make sure it is.” Steven beamed as he then turned to the cashier, greeted them and paid for the shirt and t-shirt. 

You absentmindedly touch the t-shirt as you put it into your canvas bag and sling it over your arm. It’s soft, comfortable. And you smile. You know, just as Steven does, that deep, deep, deep down, Marc will quite like the t-shirt. 

He’ll grumble a little of course, probably give you both a playful roll of his eyes and tut. But he won’t take it off. He won’t throw it away. 

You’ll find him wearing it of his own free will in bed, and on lazy mornings in the flat. And even outside when the urge takes him. 

“I can carry those, love.” Steven smiles at you as you carry the bag, but you shake your head. 

“It’s fine.” 

He tuts, a sound that is so different to Marc, and kisses your cheek as you both head outside into the high street and the next charity shop. 

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A *new* snippet from my Lukola fanfiction: finally updated after nearly 5 months! I TOLD YOU I'D BE BACK!

28th July 2023 - London (UK)

“Oh, God. This is really shite.” Nicola let out an exasperated sigh as she surveyed her work.

She was lying on her stomach, stretched across her living room floor, dressed in nothing but a large white T-shirt.  She was focused on the paper in front of her which was covered in indistinguishable black scribbles.  Strewn all around her were an assortment of coloured felt-tip markets and balled up pieces of paper – evidence of a creatively-challenging afternoon.

Luke appeared behind her and knelt over to peer at her handiwork.  She watched the expression on his face with some bemusement.

“It’s…” He started to formulate his words, his face blank.

“It’s…?” Nicola pressed; one eyebrow arched.

His eyes met hers and he smiled a smile that she had been getting to know well.  It was a pacifying smile. 

“You’re really pretty.” He concluded and moved his lips closer to hers.

She raised a palm up so that it created a barrier between their faces and rolled her eyes.

“No!” She shook her head at him. “You can’t distract me again.”

He seemed to take little notice of her protest, instead focusing his attention on placing a kiss on her hand.

Ugh, why did that have to feel so good?  She thought while gently prying her hand away from him.

“We need focus. Or you need to leave.” She threatened.  It was a half-hearted threat. 

If she was being honest with herself, it was not even half-hearted.  It was completely empty. 

It was not lost on her that they had not spent a single day or night apart since the Barbie premiere.  It hadn’t been intentional.  By some miracle, they had both found some slack in their schedules and it had just felt right to spend almost every waking moment together when work was not an obstacle.  Admittedly, they did spend most of their time in a bubble in either her apartment or his, away from the world but that was exactly what they were both craving.  In fact, the only thing they seemed to be craving these days was each other.  It was kind of becoming a problem.  After all, she was sure it was the reason why she was in the position she was in now: wearing nothing but her boyfriend’s T-shirt at four o’clock in the afternoon, desperately trying to work to a deadline that was very important to her but failing because said boyfriend was intent on being a menace every opportunity he could.  Sometimes all it took was her to look in his direction and before she knew it, they were both naked.    

“Alright, alright.” Luke stood up, holding his hands up.  “I’ll be helpful, I promise.”

Nicola put her attention back to the page.  She wondered if the creativity she needed would come more naturally to her if she was working on fabric rather than paper.  This made sense to her given that her design was going to end up on a t-shirt for the ChooseLove charity.  The charity had always meant a lot to her and she had been wanting to find a way she could tangibly contribute beyond just money and her famous name so when this opportunity had popped up, she had jumped at the chance.  It was only now that she was realizing how tough this was going to be.

“Maybe I need to draw it out on a t-shirt.”  She mused out loud. “Got any plain white tees?”

Luke looked up at her from behind the kitchen island where he was now stood over a large steel pot.

“Do you want me to answer that, or will a glare do?” He replied, eyeing her up and down.

Nicola looked down at what she was wearing and then cackled in response. 

She had kind of monopolized his wardrobe.  Every hoodie and t-shirt that belonged to him had sort of come to belong to her.  There was just something comforting about pulling on an oversized piece of clothing and letting yourself sink into it – and the fact that it all smelt like him was just a bonus.

“Your clothes are so comfy.” She sighed. “I want them in the divorce.”

Luke laughed at the remark despite himself.

She found her heart skipped a beat at the exchange.  She had made the quip without thinking but the fact that she was joking about being married and divorcing him and his reaction was one of ease did not go unnoticed to her. 

It was an odd thing.  She had experienced many crushes in her life – some more crippling than others.  OK, one that was more crippling than others.  Yet, she had never experienced anything like this before.  She had never felt closeness to someone who felt like a best friend and a lover and like family all rolled into one.  The fact that she could share her darkest and stupidest thoughts with him – things that she usually reserved for Grainne - was enough.  Yet, this was also a guy wanted to kiss all over when he was naked – and she often did just that in a slow and deliberate manner that drove him crazy.  Was this what real love was?  Was this the kind of thing her grandparents who were married for sixty years had?  Was this it?

“Alright, come on.” 

Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice.  He stood over her again, but this time, he was holding a plate of the chili and rice he had cooked earlier that day.

“What are you doing?” She frowned, wrinkling her nose at him as he sidled up beside her.

“You draw, I’ll feed.” He replied, his tone serious and business-like as he held a forkful of food up towards her.

She laughed in response.

“I’m helping.” He shrugged. “Open up.”

“I can feed myself.” She smirked, gently batting him away.

“You haven’t even had lunch. I think that’s half the reason you’ve got this creative block.” He was insistent.

“I know.” She relented. “I just can’t get to the food part of my day until I’m done with this part.”  She gestured frustratedly back at the paper in front of her. 

“I know.” He agreed. “So, I’m not telling you to stop even though I think you’re approach to meal planning is atrocious.”

She opened her mouth to protest but he interrupted her.

“It’s atrocious but I’m not here to change you, I’m just here to be a solution. You keep your hands drawing, mine will keep you fed.”

She thought about it for a second.

She hated to admit it, but he was right.

She had never quite figured out how to fuel herself and how to be busy at the same time.  It was like her brain hyper-fixated on the task in front of her and refused to let her go anywhere else until that task was completed.  It had made her an efficient and reliable person but if she was honest, it had not always been the best for her health.  It often meant skipping meals, starving, feeling lightheaded, and not getting to eat until the early hours of the morning sometimes. 

Luke was watching her face as she processed his words.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”  The cheeky smile spread across his face again.  “You’re thinking – he’s a genius. Why have I not been listening to him this whole time? I’m a tiny, little idiot.”

Nicola narrowed her eyes at him, biting back the urge to laugh again.  “It was going so well until you threw that remark in at the end.”

“Open wide, my tiny, little idiot.” He said with a smile, and she could not help herself but obey.

Somehow, the transition from afternoon to evening happened without them realizing.  Between forkfuls of food and many, many redrafts of her design, they managed to settle on something that was simple but also captured a little bit of her essence.  The night ended with them lying tangled beneath the covers, their limbs entwined. Nicola felt the stir of a long-forgotten feeling – it was deep, warm and unmistakable: satisfaction. 

(Excerpt taken from my fanfiction 'Curtain Fall')

[thediaryofcyrus]

Cyrus's Guide to Grunge

Contents :

What is grunge?

The fashion

Grunge media

What is Grunge?

Grunge is described as "A darker, edgier style that is usually depicted these days with glitches, vinyl records, cigarettes, neon lights, and the color black (which is only loosely related to the original grunge). Historically, the original grunge movement has its roots in the 1990s hard rock scene of Seattle, Washington. It was a countercultural, anti-consumerism youth movement and music genre that defined Generation X. Grunge fashion was made popular by bands like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, and Soundgarden, and was meant to be timeless and quite casual." (source)

2014 Tumblr Grunge, to me, is like the original 1990s grunge but more love sick teenage girls, teenage rebellion and dyed hair. This type of grunge is what this guide is going to focus on.

The Fashion

This is what I found on multiple websites. I have split it up into different categories. Remember, this isn't what you HAVE to wear to be called grunge. This is what grunge fashion is usually. The good thing about grunge is that it's made to be cheap, you can get grunge fashion stuff from thrift/charity shops, family members, etc.

Hair

Bangs

Space buns

Messy buns

Long bob

Long hair

Short hair

Pigtails

Microbangs

Makeup

• Dark eyebrows

• Black smokey eye

• Eyeliner, usually thin

• Dark lipstick - burgundy, purple, black

Tops

• Tie-dye, band tees (PLEASE LISTEN TO THE BAND), or graphic tees

• Black and white striped shirts

• White, black and grey crop tops

• Band and fandom printed t-shirts

• T-shirts printed with patterns popular at that time, such as galaxy, horizontal stripes, and black and white grids

• Plain black and white t-shirts

Bottoms

• Tie-dye shorts

• Galaxy print leggings

• Ripped jeans

• Cuffed jeans

• Ripped jeans

• Black skinny jeans (typically associated with the Hot Topic emo fans)

• Pleated tennis skirts

• Fishnet tights

• Knee socks

Outerwear

• Studded jackets

• Flannel shirts, often tied around the waist

• Long black cardigans or zip-up hoodie

• Denim jackets, leather jackets

Shoes

• Black or white platforms

• Converse sneakers

• Creepers

• Combat boots

• Vans shoes, often the black and white checks

Accesories

• Studded hairbands

• Black tights, often ripped

• Black fishnets

• Chokers and necklaces with crystal pendants. Lock pendant necklaces

• Silver rings, optional black details

• Round black or pastel sunglasses

• Black plastic chokers and bracelets

• Beanies

• Flower crowns

• studded belts

• Crystal necklaces or any necklaces

Grunge Media

Again, I've sorted these into categories. It's better if the song/movie came out in 2014!

If it's in bold, I love it!

Artists

• Lana Del Rey

• Arctic Monkeys

• The XX

• The Neighbourhood

• The 1975

• Hozier

• Charli XCX

• Lorde

• Troye Sivan

• Halsey

• Melanie Martinez

• Twenty One Pilots

• MARINA

• Sky Ferreira

• Allie X

• Cage The Elephant

• Nirvana

• Fiona Apple

• Cigarettes After Sex

TV Shows and Movies

• Skins UK

• Girl, Interrupted

• Jennifer's Body

• Thirteen

• The Virgin Suicides

• Him & Her 

• Misfits 

• The Dumping Ground 

• Shameless (I prefer US)

• The End of the F***ing World 

• Waterloo Road 

• Ackley Bridge

And, that is it! I hope you enjoyed it. This was really fun to make! Please request guides I should make or anything like this!

[blastthatsadfm]

- Solomon always attends Pride. He religiously does so and he likes poking fun at Irving saying just that, that he "religiously" does it every year. Jirving, months into dating him, doesn't really feel poked at, anymore. He knows his boyfriend needs that annual time in which he's not only allowed but encouraged to be loud and show his biceps in the streets, which he usually already has to be discouraged of doing so in the day to day.

- Edward, feeling a surge of boldness, is the one to suggest Thomas they could go to Pride with matching harnesses, chains or leashes, knowing Jopson once attended only with a bowtie around his neck and nothing covering his chest (Edward saw the pictures). Thomas is that kinda guy during Pride.

- Edward also gets really close of chickening out of his own suggestion when the date is getting closer. Thomas has to patiently explain to him it's all right and he cares for Ned being comfortable during it and they don't have to go so hard this year and so on and so forth until Edward changes his mind around 5 times in the days following, and then he's bold enough quite literally last minute to give the go ahead with their plan. He feels very confident through it, but it's a "do you see how beautiful my boyfriend is? And he's with me. That's his leash around my neck." special kinda day for him, when he's not only Out but he's out With Thomas.

- Hodgeson has gone to Pride with dresses, with wigs, with full make-up, rainbow-colored, with historical wigs, with a raibow esque renaissance fair outfit, with extravagant headpieces, with their hair and facial hair covered in glitter and - for the other's disappointment - once with a simple, plain T shirt and sunglasses. She tends to go all out, they're not sure what happened that one time.

- Pride is a big deal for Jirving. His first time deciding to go was no light decision. Hodgeson had everything to do with that final push and will always be sprinkling John's (and Edward's) facial hair with glitter or pouring glitter over John's angel outfit wings through the parade, regardless of who the boys happen to be dating at that moment. "Bros before hoes or something wait how do we they/they bros, how do we they/they that saying?" "Are you a hoe, now?" "John, shut up. You don't have hoes, you're gay. Edward, darling, for the last time, that's overthinking, you're overthinking it, we talked about it."

- Goodsir sees no point in going without Silna. Silna is anxious with crowds, so he doesn't ever press. She never really encountered any difficult inside herself regarding Henry's gender but at first she didn't see much of a point in the parade or why he made a point of attending, she didn't used to attend those in Canada and while she recognizes the Inuit youth has been organizing themselves in that regard, she feels something like a decade too late for that tradition. She had plenty of fun their first time going at the pride parade in the UK, though. She can be found smoking at the end of the crowd sometimes while listening to Crozier's complaints or holding the Nunavut flag and patiently answering people's well meaning curiosity that naturally arises when they see the flag.

- when Crozier attends, he's somehow always moody. He always has some headache or some symptom that he might use as an excuse to skip this year, maybe next year. He decides to go but no overthinking or elaborate outifts, ever. You'll find him waving a tiny rainbow flag, if you're lucky. This reaches levels of histerically funny when he's seen along Fitzjames.

- or Blanky, who has always gone all out.

- Hickey has fun at pride but he finds he has more fun arguing and provoking and recording conservative protesters who might try to rain over everyone's parade.

- Gibson might be seen pulling his shirt about it so he won't get into a fight or recording the whole thing at Hickey's request. Gibson doesnt ever overthink it and at most goes with accessories like bunny ears. She likes having a peaceful fun time but that's surprisingly difficult when they're dating Neil/Hickey and they both get too drunk at the end of the day and one of them has run out of cigarettes. Top 5 times of the year they run the risk of breaking up because of a dumb fight stirred by Hickey.

[romaine2424]

HD-Wireless 2024 Rec: Too Good At Raising Hell by Anon

Yes, I'm still around but barely these days. However, I had to pop-in and rec this fic! Too Good At Raising Hell by Anon written for @hd-wireless had me with the Author's notes of: Well, this was a fucking blast! I knew exactly what kind of fic I wanted to write the second I heard this song. I was hungry for an action-packed Drarry where everyone is a little unhinged, a little wild, a little messy. A story about love in the moments between madness.

Needless to say, the author delivered and then some in 87.6K words.

Here's the summary: When Harry Potter walks into Draco’s nightclub looking like trouble, Draco can’t stop staring. He really ought to train his dick not to react so enthusiastically to red flags, but where would be the fun in that?

The premise of the fic is that Draco owns a nightclub but the owner of the building is the underground boss of the wizard world in the UK. The boss's twin brother used to own the club but is in Azkaban and is not happy with Draco. He used to be Draco's dealer. Now Draco is drug-free and running his reporter-banned nightclub. He's skimming profits off the top to one day buyout the building from the big boss and be done with the shady business (he's laundering money for him). But after a few years, he's bored despite the pretty boys on his lap and the best liquors he drinks nightly. He's bored until Greg, his head security guy, bops in and says that the reclusive BAMF Harry Potter has made an entrance. That's all I'm telling about the plot. LOL Just buckle up and go for the ride of your life.

The action writing for the fight and flight scenes is some of the best I've ever read in Drarry fanfic (and I've been around a very long time). Both Harry and Draco are on the morally grey side and its all messy and wonderful. However, the plot is not messy but is tight and will have you guessing. Believe me I was hitting that Next Chapter until wee in the morning. The sex scenes are beyond hot and a bit lovely with moments of intimacy. The ending is divine. Greg and Blaise are both featured, too.

Excerpt from Chapter 1:

“It’s Potter.” Draco’s heart rate tripled. “No!” he gasped. “He’s here?” “Just through security. Heading for the bar.” Draco released an undignified exclamation of excitement and punched Greg in his meaty arm. “This ought to be good.” He pushed past Greg, straightening his trousers and the drape of his shirt with a swipe of his hand. He fished his wand from his pocket to mutter a spell at the mess left by Ethan’s rutting before leaning over the railing, looking down on the pulsing club below. The tightly packed bodies on the dance floor writhed and swayed, bathed in the colourful, ever-changing lights. There was more skin on display than clothing—beautiful people as far as the eye could see, but Draco had no trouble skipping across the sea of strangers to find him. And there he was, just as Greg promised, huddled next to two other blokes by the bar, a shot in one hand and a pint in the other. Harry Potter. Draco’s hands tightened on the railing as he bit down on a grin. It was like glimpsing a unicorn, right here in the middle of Draco’s club! Potter sightings were rare. The Prophet threw around words like ‘recluse,’ and ‘hermit,’ and ‘severely antisocial’, but Draco often wondered if Potter hid in plain sight. To anyone else, he was easy to look past. He didn’t stand out; his face obscured by dark-rimmed glasses and an overlong mop of jet-black hair. He wore clothing in neutral colours with no noticeable style beyond their function and there was nothing significant about his stature—neither tall nor short, not skinny nor particularly broad. One might call him wiry, his t-shirt stretching across his shoulders and skimming his waist, belying a promise of muscle definition. Or maybe that was just Draco’s wishful thinking. He didn’t stand proudly as one might expect, instead curling in on himself, head down and shoulders rounded, his chin tipped to one side, watching the crowd with a crooked half smile. Oh, but those fucking dimples. Draco groaned, fourteen years old all over again.

Just one additional note: Pay attention to the Tags!

Too Good At Raising Hell on AO3

[borninwinter81]

Quick and simple t-shirt mod

My Subspecies shirt arrived, and thankfully its a good quality one, not a dropshipper or an Ali Express resell. It actually despatched from the UK in spite of the pricing being in dollars, so I think it might be print to order and they just send the order to a printer in whatever country the customer is in. Link for the site here, they have a few other horror shirts but seem to mostly sell merch for the Australian extreme metal band, Portal - I would highly recommend this band to anyone who likes bizarre, avant-garde, experimental or just fucking weird extreme music.

Anyway, I almost always mod my shirts to make them a little more interesting. I crop them because although I'm pretty slim I have hyperlordosis (a slight inward spinal curvature) that makes certain clothing including long shirts look really unflattering on me. If I crop a shirt to my natural waist it looks way better, though sometimes if the design is large I have to make a decision between losing part of it, or having it look unflattering. Not a problem with this one thankfully, the design is printed pretty high on the shirt.

I also usually cut out the neck and cut the sleeves off. Partially to show more of my tattoos but also because I prefer the way it looks. If I leave the sleeves on it, it tends to be a skinny-fit shirt.

After that I would usually cut and weave the sides or the back (there are many tutorials for different ways to do this online), but for this shirt I had the idea to add eyelets and laces. The shoulder stitching tends to come undone when you cut out the neck and sleeves of a t shirt so I needed some way of securing that part back together anyway, and they're nice and visible there.

Eyelets are cheap, and inserting them is super easy - just make a hole with something sharp. Though I have a leather punch, for this kind of thin stretchy fabric I usually use my scratch awl, but you can easily do it with scissors. Eyelets come in a pack with a tool for setting them in place, and you need a hammer to hit them a few times. Make sure you're on a very sturdy surface as you need plenty of resistance to get them nice and secure. A concrete floor is best.

I just folded the fabric in half to get the middle ones in the right spot but you can measure the spacing if you have more to put in.

I had boot laces to hand because I always save them if I get rid of a pair of old boots, but you could use pretty much anything you have available- ribbon, lace, even long strips of the t shirt fabric that you cut off.

I laced them up, tied them very tightly and then covered the knots in fabric glue to make sure they don't come undone. Then I trimmed them to the right length, and as they're synthetic (so, plastic) I used a lighter to melt the ends slightly to make sure they won't fray.

I had the bright idea to also singe the knots, forgetting of course that the glue would be flammable so the whole knot caught fire, but thankfully I reacted quick and blew it out straight away! At least they're very unlikely to come undone now, but please be extremely careful if you choose to do anything involving a naked flame!

I was going to add more eyelets down the sides to make it tighter, but I don't have enough left, and actually it's fairly tight already. I also may do something to the back as there's no print there and it looks a little plain, but for now I'm very happy with this.

[inmate62763]

you really likke prison life what uniforms you prefer in prison

Yes I look back at my time in prison with generally good memories. I didn't like the idea of going in at first but after a while I realised I was starting to like it and even after my release over 8 years ago, I still like the world of prisons even now.

I like most types of prison uniforms. Here in the UK where I did my prison time we have quite plain looking prison uniforms and in some UK prisons you can also wear items of your own clothing but at the prison I was in a few years ago we still got issued HMP prison issue clothing. I was normally in my HMP prison jeans and either the HMP stripe shirt or green t-shirt we were issued. I also had the grey tracksuit sweatpants and sweatshirt but I didn't particularly like wearing those as I hated the coarse, itchy fabric on them. Shirts were okay but always size up one size as they tend to come up a bit small, also same applies to the HMP prison issue jeans, you may need to size up to the next waist size as they tend to be a bit on the tight side. I was a 32 inch waist at the time and when I put the jeans on and got the button fastened and my zip done up they were ridiculously tight so I asked for the next size up instead. The sizing always seemed wrong.

So I like most HMP prison issue uniform, even the sweats now I don't ever need to wear them! I also like most types of uniform you find in US prisons such as stripes especially classic black & white but I think any stripe colour combination looks quite good wether it be a jumpsuit or 2 piece pants and shirt. I think prison blues and prison khaki looks good and smart too. We were not allowed belts but I always thought the look of the fabric belt with the metal clasp fastening that gets issued regularly as part of the prison blues and khaki uniforms looks very smart and official.

[plaintshirtsuk]

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For businesses, event planners, or even large families, purchasing plain white t-shirts in bulk can offer significant cost savings and ensure a consistent supply of this versatile wardrobe staple. If you’re on the lookout for affordable wholesale white t-shirts across the UK, here’s a guide to where you can find the best options.

[papa-evershed]

i really hope that in the inheritance we don't just get rob in that baggy jumper and a coat, even though it is cold in the UK (despite it being a heatwave atm) there's a bit in the scene where rob is at the bar talking to a man about needing to borrow some extra money for his restaurant, and there's a bit where rob is standing, idk if it's just the jumper contributing, but his belly underneath makes me want to rip that jumper of and have him in a t-shirt

I had a funny feeling when I saw the original filming pictures that he was going to predominately be in layers during the show tbh. 🙃 But. The good news is that at least he isn't wearing a green suit and questionable tie throughout most of it like past characters. *cough*martinevershed*cough* (no offense to people who love that suit 😂)

I'm not a fan of The Coat™ but I do adore that man's belly, it's precious, and in a cozy sweater? 🥺🥺 As much as I'd love a plain white tee or something like that, I'll never object to a cozy, fuzzy, soft man either.

[warrenwoodhouse]

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[bukmarkmedia]

A Complete Guide to Blazer Shopping in the UK

A well-fitted blazer is one of the most versatile pieces in any wardrobe. Whether you're dressing up for a business meeting, a special occasion, or simply aiming for a smart-casual look, a blazer can effortlessly elevate your outfit. With so many styles, fabrics, and cuts available, blazer shopping in the UK can be both exciting and overwhelming.

In this blog, we’ll walk you through everything you need to know before buying a blazer, helping you make the right choice for your style, body type, and lifestyle.

Why a Blazer Belongs in Every Wardrobe

Blazers strike the perfect balance between formal and casual. They can be worn with trousers for a professional look or paired with jeans for a more laid-back, refined appearance. In the UK, where unpredictable weather calls for flexible layering options, a blazer also provides just the right amount of warmth and polish year-round.

Key Considerations When Shopping for a Blazer

1. Fit Is Everything

The fit of your blazer can make or break your entire look. When trying on different options, pay attention to:

Shoulders: Seams should align with your shoulder bones.

Sleeves: They should end around the wrist bone.

Chest and waist: The blazer should hug your torso without pulling or sagging.

2. Choose the Right Fabric

Blazers come in a wide range of fabrics, each suited for different seasons and occasions:

Wool or tweed is ideal for cooler months.

Linen or cotton is best for warmer seasons.

Blended fabrics offer versatility and are often wrinkle-resistant.

3. Single or Double Breasted?

Single-breasted blazers are more versatile and easier to style for both formal and casual events.

Double-breasted blazers tend to be more structured and formal, perfect for business or special occasions.

4. Color and Pattern Choices

Neutral colours like navy, grey, or black are timeless and work well for most occasions. If you're looking to make a statement, consider subtle checks, stripes, or seasonal shades like olive, burgundy, or tan.

Blazer Styles to Explore

Classic Fit: Offers a relaxed and traditional look, ideal for comfort and layering.

Slim Fit: Gives a sharper, more tailored appearance suitable for modern styling.

Structured Blazers: Often padded in the shoulders for a more formal silhouette.

Unstructured Blazers: Lightweight and relaxed, great for casual wear or travel.

Blazer Shopping Tips for UK Buyers

Know your measurements: Many UK retailers use different sizing charts, so always refer to a size guide before purchasing.

Try before you buy: If possible, visit local stores to test the fit and comfort.

Consider layering: Make sure the blazer fits well even when worn over a shirt or jumper, especially during colder UK seasons.

Check the lining: A fully lined blazer offers more structure, while partial or unlined options feel lighter and more breathable.

Styling Your Blazer

A blazer can be styled in countless ways:

For work, pair it with tailored trousers and a button-down shirt.

For a smart-casual look, team it with chinos or dark jeans and a plain T-shirt or knitwear.

Add a pocket square or lapel pin for a touch of personality.

Footwear matters too loafers, brogues, or clean trainers can each give your outfit a different edge, depending on the occasion.

Final Thoughts

Blazer shopping in the UK is about finding the right mix of comfort, style, and functionality. With the wide variety of fits, fabrics, and colors available, you're sure to find a blazer that suits your personal style and everyday needs. Whether you're building a capsule wardrobe or updating your fashion staples, a quality blazer is an essential investment.

[satoshinakamotos]

Satoshi Nakamoto Clothing: A Mysterious Wardrobe Behind a Mysterious Name

Satoshi Nakamoto, the pseudonymous creator of Bitcoin, is one of the most mysterious figures in modern history. Despite revolutionizing global finance, Nakamoto has never appeared in public, and no verifiable photograph of them exists. This has naturally led to much speculation—not only about their identity, background, and location—but also about something as seemingly mundane yet culturally significant as their clothing.

While no one knows what Satoshi Nakamoto wears, we can explore this topic from several angles: cultural assumptions, the fashion of likely locations, philosophical implications, and how the crypto community imagines their attire.

1. No Confirmed Visual Records

To date, there are no known images of Satoshi Nakamoto. All emails, forum posts, and the Bitcoin white paper were shared anonymously through cryptographic communication and forums. This absence of visuals means that any idea of what Nakamoto wears is speculative.

2. Imagining Nakamoto: Fiction vs Reality

Popular media and the crypto community have sometimes portrayed Nakamoto as:

A hooded figure, resembling a hacker or digital monk.

A minimalist, reflecting the cypherpunk ethic.

A business casual techie, inspired by early Silicon Valley culture.

A Japanese intellectual in traditional attire, reflecting the Japanese-sounding name.

Each of these interpretations reflects different narratives that people project onto Nakamoto’s identity.

3. The Hacker Hoodie and Cypherpunk Style

Many believe Nakamoto might belong to the cypherpunk movement, a group of privacy-focused cryptographers and programmers from the 1980s and 1990s. If so, it’s reasonable to associate Nakamoto with the stereotypical clothing of this subculture:

Black hoodie

Cargo pants

Plain T-shirts

Utility or minimalist footwear

This style emphasizes function over form, aligning with the anti-corporate, anti-surveillance ethos of cypherpunks.

4. The Silicon Valley Engineer Look

If Nakamoto was part of the early-2000s developer culture, possibly based in the US or UK, their clothing may resemble the standard tech developer fashion:

Jeans and T-shirts

Hoodies with startup logos

Sneakers or sandals

Unbranded or casual jackets

This look reflects the pragmatic, anti-formal aesthetic common in software engineering circles, particularly those working remotely or in underground communities.

5. The Japanese Identity Theory

Some theories assume that Satoshi Nakamoto is truly Japanese. If this were the case, and they adopted Japanese formal or cultural dress, possibilities might include:

Business suits (if a professional engineer or academic)

Casual Japanese streetwear

Traditional attire, like a yukata or kimono (less likely, but sometimes speculated)

However, language patterns in Nakamoto’s writing suggest British English, leading most researchers to doubt a Japanese nationality.

6. Anonymous Fashion: Hidden by Design

Clothing can be a form of identity expression, but in Nakamoto’s case, anonymity was the entire aesthetic. Therefore, their "clothing" may have been deliberately generic to avoid drawing any attention. Think:

Neutral colors (grey, black, white)

No visible logos or branding

Low-cost, off-the-shelf items

Possibly thrift or utilitarian clothing

This would align with someone who seeks privacy, minimal digital footprint, and no photographic exposure.

7. Symbolism and the Myth of Satoshi’s Appearance

In many ways, the imagined clothing of Satoshi Nakamoto is symbolic:

The hoodie symbolizes the digital underground.

The anonymous mask (à la V for Vendetta) represents rebellion and decentralization.

The minimalist look mirrors Bitcoin’s elegant simplicity.

Artists and fans have portrayed Nakamoto in dozens of visual styles—from futuristic robes to ninja outfits—each reflecting their own ideological interpretation.

Conclusion: A Wardrobe Shaped by Philosophy, Not Fabric

Ultimately, we do not know what Satoshi Nakamoto wore—and that is part of the design. Nakamoto’s anonymity forces us to focus on the idea rather than the person, on the technology rather than the ego. Their "clothing," if it could be conceptualized, is the armor of privacy, utility, and intentional invisibility. In a world obsessed with appearances, Nakamoto’s facelessness—and the mystery of their attire—remains one of the most powerful aspects of their legacy.