#plus size male fashion

[filthykel]

Normalize Plus Size Male Models in Fashion Editorials

Model: Kelvin Batiste / LA Models

[temmeutamanho]

THIS A REMINDER! "Casa de Criadores - Brazil 2024".

Follow me o ig: @alefbass

[azrail-has-a-vendetta]

I saw a post the other day about how there’s not really any Red Hood themed clothes that isn’t just a black shirt with red bat that, if you’re feminine presenting, you’ll get the “name five characters” so I decided that why shouldn’t I try and design some of my own. I haven’t done this in three years so it’s not my best but here we go anyways:

it’s still a little messy but I don’t want to fix it >:3 (also I don’t want to draw shoes)

[suavementenacho]

[gainusbeefus96]

Really great fit. Might be my new favourite shirt. True Classic is pricey but helps show off the goods 😜😂

[xblackreader]

I put my little tip option in my bio!

if you all want to help me be able to write for you favorite characters and black reader representation full time, please donate if you can :)

[fashiontwilight123]

Wonderful plus size model fashion ramp walk

[xxxcertifiednerdxxx]

If you talk about being pro-men wearing dresses and crop tops and makeup and other stereotypically feminine stuff, I’m going to assume you are including fat men like a normal person.

[s1ckh1mb0]

Question do any of you guys listen to vkei music?

[princess-glassred]

Do you think Beverly was ever designing something and indirectly took inspiration from the loser's club.

She's working on a 1980's throwback look and for some reason cannot resist putting coke bottle glasses in all her sketches.

She decides to start expanding her range of clothing to include plus sizes as well as regular ones as she vaugely recalls a boy from her youth who'd often complain about a lack of accesible clothes for fat people.

Her clothing is always super soft to avoid skin irratation like Eddie would complain about all the time.

She creates an entire fashion show themed off birds since she had a ton of the rarest ones memorized after Stanley drilled them into her brain.

Her favorite model to work with for three years was an african american male model for the sole reason he reminded her of some one from her past, some one she recalled as being hardworking, smart, and handsome.

And before every show, she'd always give her models and grand speech about how lucky she was to work with them, no matter how nervous she was, becayse she can recall some one from her past who ALWAYS rallied the troops no matter how scared he was.

It's just too bad she couldn't put names or faces to any of these inspirations, because if she could, she'd surely thank them.

[filthykel]

Never has there been 2 Plus-Size Male Models on the cover of any fashion magazine. This industry is not for the weak. I have been pursuing modeling for some time now and the opportunities to be included in fashion are still very slim. It can be very discouraging. But moments like this remind me of the reason why I chose this path. One day plus size inclusion will be normalized in fashion and ultimately that’s the goal. 10 years ago this shoot would’ve never been considered for a cover, let alone included in the publication. This is a reminder to keep fighting the good fight. Plus male models deserve the opportunity to be showcase in fashion editorials, runway and campaigns just like the standard size male models. We represent a silhouette and can create artistic narrative through physicality as well. I have faith we will get there. This type of visibility is a huge win for the plus size community. I’m so happy.

[temmeutamanho]

"Louis-Gabriel Nouchi" - Paris Fashion Week 23

[dcxdpdabbles]

Passion for Fashion Part 2

Danny glances around the room, initially supposed to be the living room, but Dan had quickly turned it into a studio. He had fabrics stacked everywhere, random clothes designs pinned to the walls, and various-sized mannequins scattered about with half-finished projects.

"It looks like Joann Craft's store exploded in here" he grumbles side-stepping into a half-finished gown dress and ducking under rows of fabric swatches that Dan just has to hang across the whole house by color because they help him visualize.

Or some nonsense like that.

Frankly, Danny was starting to suspect Dan had developed a new ghost Obsession now that grief no longer blinded him, and he knew Clockwork made it deliberately fashion design.

He is a bit unsettled that Dan's tunnel vision mirrors his parent's obsession with ghost hunting. Is it a ghost Obsession thing or a Fenton thing? Even Jazz can't get sucked into her physiology studies, so he had to remind her to sleep and eat. Eventually, Danny will find his own tunnel vision obsession. He just knows it.

Ducking two more times to avoid the shades of blue and green, Danny follows the barely visible pathway to where Dan is likely working on the first suit for the competition's first catwalk.

The first round of the competition was a mere selection round, where contestants were all brought into a large room and given a sketchbook, pencils, colors pencils, and reference books. After the surprise judge gave them the theme of household pets, they were to design two male and female outfits within an hour. Dan had entered the testing room like a man sent to the front lines.

Danny hadn't been needed for that round, so he explored Gotham, stopping to eat the famous Batburger. The food was far tastier than Nasty Burger, and he felt like he was betraying his city by how much he savored the Joker fries.

He did notice the way everyone was staring at him, much to his shame, just as he was licking his fingers clean. He scrambled to leave as a few teens whispered, gesturing to him.

He had been in Casper High to know that usually meant insults, so when a pretty blond girl stood up and started for him, he made haste to get out of there as quickly as possible.

He met up with Dan- with a carryout bag because he wasn't a monster- and found the other had blown the competition out of the water. His designs were first in the selection round, and Dan's head got three sizes bigger that day.

It's strange how used to living here he's gotten. It's been a month and a half, and yes, people still stare at him a lot, but it's not like Danny isn't used to being called a freak, so he ignores them all. Dan tried to stay inside the house as much as possible, rarely leaving his fabrics, but Danny felt restless being indoors all the time.

Amity Park is a small city, with most of it being open space and grass he felt strange being surrounded by a loud, crowded city like Gotham. He often wandered about trying to find something new and fun, though that was hard to do once the sun started setting.

He found being outside at night was a terrible idea the first time a trio of men attempted to shove him into a van.

Thankfully, Danny had been bored enough he recreated some of his parents' gadgets, and the three men had been stunned by his Fenton Tazzer wristband before they had opened the van door. Then there was that time a group of toddlers tried to mug him. He had been trying to find a park or something when seven kids- couldn't be older than twelve- all creeped out of the shadows holding knives and bats and demanded he gave them his wallet.

Danny hadn't meant to, but it was so bizarre he had bursted out laughing. He was so used to ghosts that the sight of little kids trying to be threatening was so historical that he couldn't stop laughing. He also forgot to breathe for a second since coming to this world. His body needed less sleep, less food, and got less tired, which was a plus on their wallets.

Danny laughed so hard he fell to his knees, shaking with jest.

The kids scattered at once, a few shouting, "Joker venom!" he was left chuckling to himself. After that, he got up and went home, the occasional snicker slipping from his lips.

Dan had thought it was hilarious, too.

Despite the time they have been here and Danny's many outings, they haven't really interacted with anyone else. Danny had never been one to have positive memories with socializing, and Dan frankly disliked humans too much to want to be around them.

With nothing to do but wander during the day and practice his model walk, Danny quickly got into the habit of tinkering with various machinery. At first, he needed to rebuild his parent's weapons and ghost gear- something he had been able to do since he was seven- then he shifted to building whatever popped into his head.

From robotic prosthetics to a TV projector, Danny filled the hours with some eclectic in his hands. Otherwise, he looked around Gotham and took pictures of the architect because it was Sam's entire aesthetic. How could he not try to capture this place for her?

Dan had been researching through the house internet- thank the ancients the house came with the service- and found various styles he liked experimenting with. Due to his ghost abilities, he worked faster than the sewing machines and was dishing out whole outfits in matters of days instead of the months they usually take.

He has even been walking around in whatever Dan chose to make for him since he thought it would get him used to being seen in something not his usual style. He can't afford to lose the fashion show simply because he got awkward. That would ruin his plans to help Batman and get home.

His wardrobe now varied from what Dan called "eboy", "skater" "K-pop" "casual chic" "haute" and "streetwear". Personally, Danny preferred the streetwear since it was more often than not baggy.

He had a lot of people staring at him when he walked around in Dan's clothes. Danny hopes he doesn't look as dumb as he feels.

"Danny, come try this on!" Dan shouts, snapping Danny out of his thoughts. He gestured to a black and navy blue three-piece suit that took Danny's breath away.

"Wow, Dan, it's gorgeous."

"Duh, I made it brat." He gestures to the vest, which Danny can see painfully embroidered swirls of black, purple, and a few white strips. It did not take him long to recognize the Magellanic cloud resting on the right side while the left is a mirror design in black, carefully blending into the blue. The pants, jacket, and shoes were a nearly jet-black cloth that somehow looked like a liquid even when standing still, but what tied it all together was the black cape draping over the right shoulder. It was pinned in place by a metal piece shaped like a Sirius Star. "The first round is space theme, and lucky for us, I was obsessed with NASA as a kid."

"No, but honestly, can I keep this afterward?" Danny asks, reaching out to rub his hands on the fabric. "Wow this is soft"

"It's satin, of course; it's soft," Dan snorts. "And sure, if we win, it's yours. I don't care what happens to the clothes after I make them."

"How long did this take you to make?" Danny asks, turning it around and sporting more accurately placed constellations of the satellite galaxy. It was like a picture made of fabric, curling from the right to the back of the vest. He'll have to take the jacket off at some point to show that part off.

"Three days. Without sleep."

"That's insane Dan"

"No, you know what's insane? This place has different beauty standards. It's all about the goth and emo kids here. A few Victorian lads, too. Or frankly, a straight-up twink is hot."

"What?" Danny's brain buffers "That can't be right. I was bullied and so were my friends for looking like that."

"Trust me, the ideal body kept coming up as I researched fashion trends and ideas. Nerds are in here. "

"W-what do I do with knowledge?"

Dan's eyes flashed a dangerous green. "You put it to use on the walkway. This suit is designed to show you off, and the best part? It's your natural body; no need to highlight beefed-up muscles or a wide chest like Dash."

"Oh my ancients....Am I hotter than Dash? Then the top A-lister?"

Dan grins. "We got this competition in the bag."

Across Gotham, Tim is scrolling through GothamLive- the favorite plate form of all Gotham, beating even Twitter- and he's surprised to see it covered by the target of their latest mission. He's back at the cave running coms since he got dosed in fear toxin on the last big fight. It was not too bad but Bruce didn't want him doing anything too adrenaline-inducing for a least a month.

He would argue, but even he knew his hands still sometimes shook when he trained. So he was on comm duty listening in to all his family as they moved about Gotham.

It was a quiet night with only three muggings and one car thief so far, but Bruce wanted everyone connected just in case.

Tim figured he could check in on the meta twins and found Danny everywhere on Gotham's online platform.

People have been spotting him strut around Gotham looking drop-dead gorgeous, and everyone near their age group who was attracted to men was losing their minds over Danny Fenton.

Tim found a few of him in skater clothes and felt his face get slightly warmer. Okay, they are right. Danny certainly paints a pretty picture, but that's worrying.

A pretty meta? He could be snatched up by the worst of Gotham soon.

Tim will have to get close to keep an eye on him. You know, for the target's safety.

Dan is his identical twin, which means there are two beautiful boys out there. Tim thinks, checking over the twin's house location. It's thankfully on the outskirts of Gotham, where it's not exactly safe, but it sure as hell isn't Crime Alley. They should be okay as long as no one finds their home.

He choked on his coffee when a picture of Danny dressed like a K-pop star casually lodging on a chair drinking a coffee appears on his dash. Yeah, he can see how the guy ended up in modeling if he could make poses like that naturally.

"Red Robbin to everyone, we may want to keep an eye on the Fenton's. Don't want them taken by traffickers."

"Danny Fenton already fought off a kidnapping:" Jason responds in seconds with a slight sneer. His elder brother has always hated traffickers and rapists the most. " Some idiots tried to escape me by going into the Outskirts and saw Danny. They took their chance only to be taken out by the guy's tazer disguised as a bracelet."

He sends the family a photo of the incident, and Danny's unimpressed look at the three screaming men makes Tim's lips twitch. Maybe Gotham wasn't so different from Santa Prisca. Only someone used to danger so often found would be kidnapers annoying, and that island wasn't exactly the safest place to be.

Their mother died to get them out, after all.

"That's not all. He's also fought off three different gangs, none of the big players but enough to raise some brows," Babs adds, displaying a gang of Crime Alley kids running from a laughing Danny, a group of men and women wearing the red scorpion marks running from a laughing Danny and a second group of kids- slightly older but not older than Danny- all backing away from the ice Danny had encased himself in. "The first two he tricked into thinking Joker was about, and the last one he just froze himself until they got tired of shooting and went away."

"What about the other one?" Bruce asks.

"He doesn't leave the house, but he's been very active online. Mostly, he's looking up fashion articles or trends. Recently, his search is nothing but "What are twinks, and why are they hot?". I can't tell if that's a culture difference or if Dan is just weird."

"They are not trained," Damian says, an undertone of curiosity in his voice. "But they can defend themselves well and truly know their craft. Dan's designs for my animal theme challenge were exquisite. I will be commissioning the black German Shepherd suit he made. Ace and I will look divine at the next gala."

"I kind of want the bird dress," Steph cuts in with a chirp. "I know it's not purple, but it looked cool in concept. What bird breed did he pick for it?"

"It was the Lovebird," Damian answers. "Somehow his design was both elegant and accurate without seemingly childish as the bird it was based on."

Tim wonders if Damian may start to develop an interest in fashion or if he just appreciates drawings as an artist. "So should we be worried?"

"No. Fenton has unwillingly gathered too much attention online. People will notice if he disappears. Traffickers don't go for people that are easy to recognize." Jason sighs. "For now, they're safe, but not if Danny keeps wandering around like an easy target in those tailor outfits. He looks rich, even if it's only lower first class. That will attract a lot more muggings."

"Someone will have to get close to them-"

"I can do it!" Tim shouts, cutting off Bruce, then shrinks into his chair in mortification as the family chat dies. Trying to sound less eager, he hastily adds, "You know, since I'm benched. Light work to befriend the Fentons."

"Smooth Tim." Cass laughs over the coms with his other siblings snickering in the background, and sinks into his chair.

After a moment, Bruce sighs, "Alright, Tim, you can befriend one of them, but not until your turn to judge goes by. I don't want people claiming a conflict of interest there."

Hell yeah! Tim got the job!

"Of course, Bruce."

"And no flirting."

"Spoilsport"

[suavementenacho]

[jinkookspencil]

always strong enough | jjk

something kept knawing at you... the thought that jungkook always wanted to recreate a kiss scene from one of his favorite romcoms...

tags/note: jungkook x chubby / plus size / curvy reader (f) / fluff / established relationship (they were friends to lovers!)

wc: ~1.5k words

description/note: this fic is based on that one time jk said he wanted to recreate the kissing scene in the film love 911 - in that kiss scene, the male lead carries the female lead and they kiss that way. as a big girl myself i always felt a bit sad about kisses like that knowing how unlikely it'll be that a man will be able to carry me... so this is all where this fic came from, but hey, i guess we gotta remind ourselves that strong men like jk exist right? / that being said, it's not mentioned that yn is insecure but she shares that same fear / no mentions of idol life, this jungkook can be whatever you want him to be / they're in the kitchen and mention that they each cook but there is no other mention of food / jin version available to read here!

Jungkook was kissing you.

You were kissing him.

It wasn’t your first kiss, of course, nor your first time being intimate together…

But all of it was still extremely unbelievable.

How your friendship took a sharp turn after an accidental confession. The fact that he’d been feeling the exact same way and you’d been oblivious to all his subtle hints. That your wildest daydream of feeling him, kissing him, having him… was now an everyday act.

Right now, he had you leaning against the kitchen wall - his lips on yours with brief pecks and bites on your neck in between, his fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt and tickling beneath it while his other hand wanders from your hips, where it’d been rubbing and holding… and his muscled thigh ached between your plush ones.

It was good. It was really good… too good to be true, perhaps, you thought. As wonderfully unbelievable as it all was…something kept gnawing at you. Well, something besides that and Jungkook’s tugging and biting.

And he was beginning to notice.

“Baby, you’re not yourself,” he murmurs, stroking your chin as he pulls away from your lips. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s nothing.” An obvious lie and a lame attempt at concealing the truth. Of course there was something. Of course he could tell. Of course you’d tell him what it is…. if only it wasn’t so goddamn embarrassing. “Just kiss me.”

He does, for a moment, only to pull away once again and properly sit beside you, his lips still in a pout. “Baby, I need you to tell me the truth. I feel it when we kiss… Are you…. Are you not into this anymore? Me? Us? Is this starting to feel weird?”

“Not at all,” you protest softly, pecking his lips in the same fashion. “I’m so happy…”

“If that’s true, I’m glad… I’m happy too,” he says, the back of his index finger grazing your cheek. “So don’t lie to me and say ‘it’s nothing’ because I know it isn’t nothing since.. well, since I know you. I know there’s something really bothering you, hun. I sensed it a couple days ago over breakfast… you always add too much hot sauce to your food when you’re stressed… and even I couldn’t handle how spicy your cooking’s been lately…”

“…Wuss..” you mutter jokingly, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze.

“Oh yeah? We’ll see who’s talking when you’re all relaxed and unassuming, and I’ll add my normal level of Buldak sauce to the recipe.” Jungkook smiles when you finally giggle at the thought, his hands now rubbing at your soft hips. “Whatever’s going on… whenever you want to talk about it… I just want to let you know that I’m here, okay? And that I love you no matter what. I always will.”

It’s hard to face Jungkook, but it’s even harder to hold back your tears.

“Hey, hey…” he whispers, cupping your face and using his thumbs to wipe away the wetness on your face. Jungkook bends down to kiss your lips and the tip of your nose before pulling your head against his chest, allowing you to sob into it and his embrace. “Honey….”

“I remembered something,” you blurt.

“What?” he asks, pulling away to cup your head and purposefully face him - he wasn’t letting you face away, not now. Not when you started to open up, and he’d been too lost in his worries to catch what you’d said.

“I remembered something…”

“What is it?”

“I can’t get this memory out of my head… and I’m at the precipice of a dark spiral, Jungkook… I think I’ve been here all along; I just didn’t want to admit it. I don’t want to speak all this into existence. Gosh…” The tears flow more rapidly now to match your racing heart. There was no hiding anymore.

“I… caught you at the perfect moment then, my love. Count on me to do that, hmm? Deep breath, baby, come on.” Jungkook demonstrates, forcing you into the anxiety-calming breathing technique he’d mastered and memorized. He only speaks minutes later when he’s finally assured you’re calmer. “Let’s start slow, okay? What did you remember?”

“Months ago,” you begin, swallowing your fear, “before we were, you know, a thing…. We were watching that movie you love so much? Love 911? Do you remember what you said at the very end?”

“… Love 911? I must’ve said that I liked that kiss scene?” Jungkook asks, his brows raised in confusion and intrigue.

“Yes! Yes… and…” You pause. There was no going back now. “You didn’t just say that you liked the kiss. You said you wanted to recreate it with your future girlfriend. Well, I’m your future girlfriend. And I feel so… horrible that I can’t make that a reality for you. I can’t help but think that maybe-“

“Wait, wait, wait… I don’t even want you to finish that thought. Why can’t we make that kiss a reality?”

“Jungkook, don’t make me spell it out. This is embarrassing enough…” you croak.

“What? You think I can’t lift you up like that?”

“Well, yeah…” you blurt, finally looking at your boyfriend and the offended expression on his face. “I know you’re strong, but come on. And it’s not only that - it made me think that, what if, because of my size - you won’t be able to do all that you want to… I know how limiting my own weight is, and I… I hate to impose that on you.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, shaking his head before lowering it to your level. “My love, my honey, my life…. Impose?! You?! Never… Never.” In emphasis, he wides his eyes and cups your face once again until you meet his eyes. “Heard me? Never, okay? Plus, do you think muscles are just decorative? I most definitely can lift you up - don’t doubt me or yourself ever again.”

You exhale, but it wasn’t enough for Jungkook - you’d usually laugh at a comment such as that. It was time for him to confess as well… “Honey… my sweet, smart, but sometimes stupid girl… Me saying that I wanted to recreate the kiss was one of my ‘hints’. I was flirting. I was seconds away from asking to lift you up then and there. Gosh, I should’ve… we probably would’ve been together sooner…”

You watch Jungkook shake his head, disappointed with himself and partly shy, before casting his thoughts aside and rubbing your arms.

“Come on… why are you crying?” he chuckles, holding your hand while cupping your face with the other, ready to wipe the first few tears that fall from your eyes. “You were so worried about us not being able to recreate the scene, and now you have me quoting it as well.”

Jungkook places a quick kiss on your forehead.

“There’s always a way. With me? You bet I’ll find it. Please don’t let your beautiful body stop you from doing what you want… I won’t let it stop me.”

He tilts his head to kiss you quickly, once on your lips and then on your cheek, and when he pulls away, a wide smile is on his face. Just as your heart settled, it raced in a flash. Before you’d even realized it was happening, Jungkook’s arms were around your thighs, and he’d swiftly lifted you up. You yell out his name, grabbing onto his shoulders in fear, all while he looks up at you adoringly. Your panic subsided after a good minute had passed, and you noticed that your boyfriend showed no signs of struggle. None at all.

“I’m offended you thought we couldn’t do this. That I couldn’t do this,” he says, still smiling as he steps around in a circle.

Bending down, you kiss Jungkook deeply, feeling through his hair and pushing him closer to you with your hands at the back of his head. His kiss is eager, hard to break away from, or cut short. Just when you pull away for air, his lips are on you again - if not on yours, on your neck, your clavicle, anywhere he could reach. He groans when you try to slide down and away from his body.

“Happy?” you ask hesitantly, your boyfriend still kissing your skin. “I hope this is… how you imagined it.”

Jungkook breaks away for the first time, staring up at you with swollen lips and a giddy smile, his gaze as soft as ever. “It’s a million times better.”

You’re finally able to return a smile, your hands gripping your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“So what do you say… strong enough?”

“Always, apparently,” you tease, rolling your eyes at the perfect man you were lucky enough to call yours.

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

I think fat boys really need help with finding clothes that are fashionable and fit them (not a criticism, it is hard to find quality plus size clothes).

HOWEVER I also think that men should consider wearing things that aren’t just oversized shirts to hide their belly. Just like with women’s clothes, they’re taught to try and hide their body. However, seeing a fat man in something that fits them and maybe hugs their form but FITS them, is much more attractive (in my opinion).

It’s difficult because y’all are subject to the same social constructs women are, and as a cis man, it can be hard to defy the norm because they’ve never had to before.

Just something to consider. Maybe I’ll try to find some good plus size male clothes and make a post, but I’ll also tag @giantffa because I wanna say she might’ve already made one.