#weatherproof Jacket

[tasiaadams18art]

Weatherproof Jacket 🧥 Is Cool Fashion. From Gabe's.

[hsmagazine254]

Picking the Perfect Leather Jacket: Unleash Your Inner Cool

Embrace Timeless Style with the Ultimate Leather Jacket for Men and Women! In the realm of fashion, some pieces transcend trends and become iconic wardrobe essentials. The leather jacket is one such gem that exudes unmatched style and attitude. Whether you’re a dashing gentleman or a fierce lady, a well-crafted leather jacket has the power to elevate your fashion game and make you feel…

[speedwear]

Women's Wax Jackets by Speedwear: A Heritage of Style and Comfort

In a world of ever-changing fashion, women's wax jackets and vintage motorcycle jackets remain a constant symbol of elegance and practicality. Speedwear’s collection offers durable and stylish outerwear that’s perfect for the unpredictable British weather.

Women's wax jackets and vintage motorcycle jackets have been a staple for many years. It continues to be a fashionable choice for women today. It offers exceptional protection against the elements while maintaining a stylish appearance. Given the unpredictable weather in the UK, where cold is a frequent occurrence, it is essential to have reliable outerwear.

Rather than remaining indoors and waiting for the rare sunny days, consider investing in a durable waterproof women's waxed jacket or vintage motorcycle jacket and venture into the picturesque British countryside. The image of Speedwear’s women's waxed jackets or vintage motorcycle jackets is often associated with traditional British outdoor activities such as hunting, fishing, horseback riding, adventure riding and hiking.

While these garments are closely linked to British country attire, wearing Speedwear’s women's waxed jackets or vintage motorcycle jackets is not a modern innovation nor exclusive to this cold nation. It was a technique utilized in ancient times, reflecting their interest in preservation.

Speedwear’s women's waxed jackets or vintage motorcycle jackets for women provide comfort and practicality without sacrificing style. They come in a variety of fits, lengths, colours, and designs. All such things make them a timeless outerwear choice for any occasion. Whether you prefer a traditional waxed jacket style, a more contemporary fit or a statement longline waxed jacket, Speedwear has it all. Elevate your style with their biker-inspired women's waxed jacket collections.

Durability and Maintenance

The waxed cotton is an excellent waterproofing material. It repels water, acting as a tough barrier. It also protects the fabric from the wear and tear that most other jackets endure. With proper care, Speedwear’s waxed jackets or vintage motorcycle jackets can last for decades. It will potentially become a cherished item to pass down to your children. Maintaining the Speedwear waxed jacket is simple: just wipe it down with a damp sponge. The wax coating also helps repel dirt, reducing the need for frequent cleaning. When it's time to re-proof your jacket, the process is simple and quick. It requires no specialist services or complex methods.

Don’t let the weather limit your adventures. Choose Speedwear’s women's waxed jackets or vintage motorcycle jackets for reliable and stylish protection. Visit Speedwear.co.uk to explore our premium collection today.

[linzlist]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Columbia Omni-Heat/Shield women's size XS full-zip hooded weatherproof jacket

[angelinalifestyle]

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[daddykinkkinard]

! crossposting from my twitter !

bucktommy costume analysis 👔

hi ! i'm a fashion student and am really interested in costume design so i wanted to do a (long) post on tommy's style and how i think buck might be influenced by it in s8 as seen in "buck's britches." :))

[about tommy]

tommy's wardrobe is entirely functional and indicative of his dedication to his work. it's practical, useful, and speaks of his can-do attitude.

all his signature clothes (henleys, shackets, canvas jackets) have historical traces to being used as workwear.

(1) henleys - this one, ironically in the philippines it has its own term in our local language. it's called a camisa de chino and is used by laborers. although i live in a different country, i'm sure its use case is still the same for other countries as it's historically deemed the workman's undergarment.

also: yes. tommy is technically right. there were henleys in the 80s. even in the 1880s. so what we're learning here now folks, is that he's a smartass little shit.

(2) shackets - historically, also an item used by the working class. they were mostly worn to prevent any possible stains on inner clothes from their work (i.e. dirt, grease, grime, etc.)

(3) canvas jacket - although this was only seen in 7x04, it's more likely that he still owns a lot more. (waxed) canvas jackets are traditional workwear often used as weatherproof outerwear or heavy duty rainwear.

as a form of fun speculation, i'd like to think some of these items are also in his closet:

contrast collar canvas jacket

an authentic flight jacket

overalls, but only for when he fixes up the car

denim trucker jacket

if anything, who better to listen to when talking about tommy's clothes than tommy himself !

here's lou's cameo for me describing tommy's closet as rugged, practical and useful :))

[about "buck's britches"]

now to the "buck's britches" post. two notable items of clothing:

the famous flight jacket

baker pants.

now here's the thing about buck:

buck doesn't wear utilitarian clothing. in fact, he doesn't wear woven clothing all that much. he wears knit. knit polos. sweaters. hoodies. he is not a workwear person. in fact: he's a comfort person.

that's his primary reason for style that's a testament to his own character. buck is widely recognized as the more radiant and funny character. he has charisma and is very inviting, which is accompanied by his choice in clothing.

soft, warm, comfortable.

which goes back to the photo ostark posted on his instagram story.

(1) flight jacket - here's where i have to go and burst everyone's bubble for a bit. this is only a flight jacket because it's labelled as such. but categorically, it isn't. flight jackets are the classic term for bomber jackets.

bomber jackets (and flight jackets) were workwear used by the military, characterized by garterized cuffs and hems and short bodices. for pilots, they were interchangeable. but modernly, they have some more definable features.

characteristically, flight (or aviator) jackets are leather with shearling or sherpa collars. bomber jackets are the modernized version taking the silhouette and cuff designs and making them more accessible through material choice (linen—like buck—nylon, silk)

(2) baker pants - as the name suggests, it's a piece of kitchen workwear often in twill (which i'd assume is what oliver is wearing), denim, cotton or linen. it's characterized by the topstitching to outline the pockets and diagonal pocket openings (vs. the usual curve).

so very evidently: buck has been influenced by tommy's style. he's wearing woven material versus knit for one. if i were hopeful, i'd say they're exploring one another's style because they're sharing a closet.

[character analysis]

woven fabric as a material is sturdy. it's more structured and does not stretch. think: cotton, linen, rayon, wool, denim. what this means for buck is that, by virtue of being tommy's boyfriend he is introduced to structure, groundedness and maturity.

tommy's closet is filled with utilitarian clothing and workwear. he, as a character, is known to be emotionally grounded and mature and it translates to his clothing.

buck adapting the defining features of his wardrobe shows how much tommy has helped him get off his hamster wheel.

in fact, even the inverse can be noted. when buck asks for a second chance and practices communication towards tommy. he's wearing a woven buttondown. and in emphasizing tommy's desire to make buck comfortable, he's in a hoodie. neither of which are common for one another.

buck and tommy, even through subtle clothing choices are becoming part of one another's world and that makes me so soft as someone whose love language is fashion.

[wishful thinking]

perhaps maybe we could see tommy in a fully casual sweat set? i know that they might be protecting lfjr but man. if i see a hoodie on him. (nqueso, if you can sneak me a photo of him in knitwear ill love you forever i just want to prove my theory right i wont even post it)

if they are putting buck in this sort of attire, my guess (or hope) is that they have tommy ease up too.

it would be nice to show buck's effect on tommy as much as tommy's effect on buck because tommy's an established character and has a backstory that the writers could explore.

so if the 9-1-1 costume designers ever see this:

please put tommy in a sweat set. or a hoodie. (not a zip-up one, im talking real hoodie). i'm willing to compromise with overalls. i see what you're doing with buck's wardrobe, and love it. maybe tommy's could soften up too :))

thanks for reading ! 🫶

[disco-archetypes]

COMPOSURE - Something cold grazes your hand. Synthetic and sleek -- a windbreaker. 'SURF', it says, but also: 'WIND', 'SUMMER', '100% WATERPROOF', and 'SPORT'. All in different typefaces.

ENDURANCE - This jacket is the apex of human evolution -- the moment at which man became weatherproof.

SHIVERS - Practical, and yet it may deaden your senses to the world around you. Possibly because of the awful typeface.

[silentpaint12]

Henry’s Journey Home: A Day in the Life of a Young Craftsman

Henry is a 20-year-old apprentice tradesman who is on his way home from work. It's been a long day for him, starting early in the morning with a meeting, followed by various manual tasks on a building site in the city. He is wearing his typical work clothes: sturdy black trousers with reflective stripes and a weatherproof jacket that gives him both protection from the elements and freedom of movement.

As Henry walks down the street, he runs a hand through his bag, lost in thought. His rucksack is lightly packed as he has only taken the essentials with him. The headphones in his ears are playing soft music to help him relieve the stress of the day. Henry is proud of his work and the progress he is making during his apprenticeship, but he also longs for a well-earned rest in the evening.

Henry barely notices it as his thoughts are already on his warm meal and the cosy sofa at home. Maybe he'll spend some time with friends later or just watch a film. Today has been a good day, but Henry knows that new challenges and learning opportunities await him tomorrow. This is the life of a craftsman, and Henry wouldn't have it any other way.

[cwritesfiction]

get to know only extremely unimportant things about me tag

@sleepyowlwrites created this magnificent set of questions (I want to see your answers, too. Also @byjillianmaria you should do this. I want to know your cough drop situation.)

what does your bed comforter look like?

My bed comforter is dark gray. The other side of the bed? A second dark gray comforter, and also a weighted blanket, and also a fuzzy blanket, and also a sheet, and also

do you have cough drops in your house?

I have so, so many cough drops in my house. Fun fact: The first time I answered this, I accidentally wrote "in my mouth," so I feel like I should say I have 0 cough drops in my mouth right now

on a scale of 1-18, how likely are you to accidentally park father away from the grocery store than you meant to?

Solid 9. Most of the time I will try to take a close spot, but about 50% of the time, the spirit moves me, and by "moves me" I mean moves my car into an illogical parking space for no reason

when it comes to outerwear, is practicality or style more important?

In my heart, I want to be the most fuckable person at the grocery store. In my reality, practicality wins every time, because my black weatherproof jacket (with detachable inner layer and inner zipped up pocket for Stuff) is where it's at

do you collect medicine in your room when you're sick and then just, like, never put it away?

No, I collect medicine on the kitchen counter when I'm sick and then just, like, never put it away

have you ever seen some berries of some sort out in the wild and decided that you needed to photo them so they looked like blood?

No, but my yard did look like an off-colored bloodbath when the berries fell off the trees and into the snow

did you check the same book out of the library/read the same book over and over despite your dad or somebody being like "other books exist you know"?

Graciously, no one ever noticed how often I re-read books as a kid

is there an environment in which everyone there has a different nickname for you?

writeblr?

what animal did you fear would spontaneously manifest in your bedroom and eat you? actual belief in said fear not required.

You know, this question raises a different question: are ghosts animals? They were once human, right? And humans are animals? When do you lose animal status, anyway, my answer is ghosts

was there a thing that you were unfortunately really good at as a kid that set you up to go into hard "gifted kid" burnout while still being a kid?

Not exactly, but a similar flavor: I was a strong reader as a kid, which made people assume I'd be strong at All School Things, so when I struggled in math I didn't even consider that I could ask for help, so instead I developed wild coping mechanisms to hide the fact that I didn't know what was going on

I couldn't do mental math until I started playing D&D in my 20s

you know you have to eat some fruit some time, so what do you buy the next time you drag yourself to walmart or wherever?

I ate an orange today! I also like apples and will sometimes slice them up and have a lil' apple 'n peanut butter snack. Berries: also good. Pineapple and mango if they're fresh. Oh!! Grapes!!!

are you maybe a teensy bit obsessed with code names?

I am not!

what's your favorite word to refer to a personage who is capable of using magic?

First reaction was "mage" but i'm not sure why that is

gloves or mittens or glittens?

I rock a pair of knitted fingerless gloves

are you a sibling or are you an only child who happens to have siblings or are you an only child who has liminal space siblings?

I am a sibling!

does your edgelord have a name or are you not on speaking terms?

When my anxiety acts up, I will say "Calm down, edgelord" to myself and that usually helps

do you actually wear your favorite piece of clothing?

I don't know if I have one favorite but I will occasionally buy a shirt and think, "Oh yeah, I'm wearing this to death." (My favorite sneakers get worn on a regular rotation)

bookends. a cool accessory or something that is preventing more books from fitting on your shelves?

yes

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An unpredictable journey from end to end, get to know only extremely unimportant things about me tag brings a fresh take to tag games to the Tumblr ecosphere.

[beyondfabric]

Beyond Fabric x Norwegian Rain

A while back I was challenged by T-Michael and Alex over at Norwegian Rain to rethink modern officewear using some of their most classic raincoats. A sort of a social experiment aimed at registering a moment in time and context, that portrays my interpretation of professional attires in 2023.

Inspired by 3 of Norwegian Rain’s weatherproof styles, I put together 3 different looks I could wear to work in a not overly formal environment. Breaking down the traditional suit and tie paradigm, all 3 proposals are polished and sophisticated, with their own unique twists.

The first, depicted here, is a vintage-inspired combination that feels fresh by incorporating the raincoat’s technical fabric and a raw hemmed flannel sports jacket. On the more classic end, we have a stripped club collar shirt and wool tie, paired with off white corduroy trousers.

Ph: Elisabeth Teixeira

[bullet-prooflove]

The Half Way Point Part Four: Grow Strong - Angel Reyes x Reader (Feat Felipe Reyes) - Final Part

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The Half Way Point:

Part One: Pink Roses - Felipe doesn't like you.

Part Two: Blessing - Felipe gets to know you a little better.

Part Three: A Safe Space - Felipe helps with some repairs.

The two of them have been watching you for ten minutes through the kitchen window and you still show no signs of coming indoors. Instead, you’re at the front of Felipe’s house digging out the borders alongside the rose bush because you’ve arrived with compost and a determination to do something about Felipe's shitty soil.

“When I invited you over for dinner this is not what I had in mind.” He tells Angel as he sips from his beer bottle.

“It’s her thing.” Angel states, rubbing his palm over the back of his neck. “She fucking loves getting her hands in the dirt.”

Felipe knows what you’re doing. He fixed your bench, oiled your gate, and then weatherproofed them both, and now you’re repaying the debt. He wonders if this is how it’s always going to be between the two of you and then realises that he’s started to think of you in the long term.

“You gonna marry her?”

“Eventually.” Angel tells him, his gaze never leaving you as you dump a fuck ton of compost into the earth. “We’re three months in. She’s going to think I’m nuts if I propose now.”

“I think she’s a little nuts anyway.” Felipe remarks turning his attention back to the oven. He slips on a pair of yellow oven mittens that Marisol used to use, before pulling out the oven tray with the jacket potatoes. “Go get her in before the neighbours think I’m too frail to attend to my own front yard.”

Angel complies with the request and Felipe watches the conversation through the window. When you tip your head back and laugh, he knows Angel’s told you what he said. He finds the corners of his mouth turning up as he heats the pan for the steak, he’s been marinading all afternoon.

He knows what love looks like and he knows that Angel is head over heels for you. It's the first time he's seen his son actually happy. He thinks you feel the same way, you’re tender with your affection, stripping off your gardening gloves and slipping them into your back pocket, before your fingers trail along the line of his jaw guiding his mouth to yours. It's almost too intimate to watch.

Felipe turns his attention back to the stove as you come through the door, heading straight towards the sink to wash your hands.

“It's too late Felipe,” You tell him as you turn on the tap. “One of your neighbours has ready asked me if I’m your new gardener.”

“That makes a refreshing change.” He remarks and Angel can't help but laugh at the sentiment as he pulls out a chair for you.

It's surprising how normal eating with other people feels to Felipe, despite the fact it's been a couple of years. The conversation flows easily, switching from the work that Angel's been doing at the community centre to other programs they have. He gets the sense that Angel is hedging around something when he shares a meaningful look with you.

“What?” Felipe says setting his knife and fork down in the centre of this plate.

“Are you sure you want to do it tonight?” Angel asks quietly tilting his head towards the urn on the sideboard.

Felipe sighs before leaning forward, his elbows coming to rest upon the table.

“I think it's time, don't you?”

Angel meets his father’s gaze, his lips pursing together before he nods his agreement. It’s been over six years since his mother died, it’s time for her to rest.

“Do you want to wait for EZ?” You ask him, pushing your empty plate away from you. “It's starting to get dark out, if we’re going to do it tonight, it should probably be soon.”

“We'll give him a few more minutes.” Felipe says looking up at the clock.

“We can always do it by candlelight.” Angel says, looking pointedly at the cupboard under the sink. “There's always a few in the disaster kit.”

It's half an hour later that you find yourself on your knees in front of Marisol's rose bush, digging out a small hole in the soil alongside the roots. Each of the Reyes men are stood behind you, EZ and Angel holding a candle to illuminate the darkness, while Felipe cradles Marisol’s urn to his chest.

“You're sure about this?” You ask them again as you set the trowel down in the grass beside you.

“Mom would have loved it.” EZ says reassuringly, his hand coming to rest on his father’s back for the briefest moments. “Something new growing from her ashes.”

You look to Felipe before kneels down beside you and removes the lid from the urn. You watch as he tips his late wife's remains into the soil. You use your trowel to cover up the hole before you pat it down flat. Felipe places his palm upon the earth, his thumb smoothing over the dirt as he whispers into the night.

“Grow strong my love.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[spiralinghours]

“Into the White” (Part 2/?)

Fandom: Saw franchise

Rating: 18+ (to be safe idk)

Characters/Pairings: Mark Hoffman, Eleanor Bonneville, very mild Mark x Eleanor (like in a weird way)

Tags/Warnings: feeding kink (because of course there is); weight gain; mild age gap stuff (as in Eleanor is flirting with Mark… it’s all consensual but she’s in her 20’s and he’s in his 40’s); Stockholm Syndrome? (sort of?)

Summary: Eleanor, being a collector of all things Jigsaw, has acquired a hefty piece of memorabilia.

Author’s Notes: I’m so bad at summaries. Anyways, this is going nowhere but I’m having so much fun with it.

“Are you hungry?” Eleanor prodded, unaware of how her jeweled glance drifted down to the hefty paunch that rounded against the zipper of Mark’s jacket, or how tightly the weatherproofed fabric clawed against his ample (“Squeezable,” her intrusive thoughts added) sides. Something about it didn’t line up with the circumstances.

They were sat in her little red Maserati—matching the electrically chemical-cherry shade of her dye job.

“Always,” Mark laughed gruffly. “But, uh, I highly doubt anyone’s gonna play it cool if they see me roll up to the nearest Shake Shack.”

“Don’t be stupid. We’ll just go back to my apartment. You can get cleaned up and stuff too.”

Raspy choking sputtered from her lips as Mark’s large palm clasped tightly around her throat, swift and unexpected.

“You’re stupidly trusting of someone who’s killed most of the city.” His voice rumbled like a dangerous purr at the implication. “Why? What’s your motive?” He released her soft neck, noting a relatively unbothered look in her eyes despite fighting for breath.

“Most of the city?” Her voice tickled on the brink of laughter through strained coughing. She was taunting him. “I hardly doubt that a chunk of Umbrella Health, your precinct, and that Bobby Dagen circus counts for most of the city, but it is a lot. I commend you for that much. Watching all those people squirm in those traps—that’s gotta be exhilarating.”

The most unsettling of smiles crawled across her candy-rose lips as she peeled forward, breeze coursing through the rolled down windows.

“You’re an interesting one,” Mark huffed, wondering if maybe he should have reserved a little more fear and hesitation. He couldn’t shake the image of the tiny little redhead gleefully torturing him in the most unimaginable ways.

——

“Are the zip ties still necessary?” Mark grumbled from across the small, yellow bistro table. For a girl with a lot of medical school money from her parents, Eleanor’s apartment was small, as were all her craft store accoutrements that filled it. It made Mark feel like a clumsy bear, bumping into countertops and shelves at every turn.

The size of the place couldn’t take the entirety of the blame, as Mark was indeed a fairly dense and wide individual. It was a point that lingered across Eleanor’s observations and fluttered along her blinking, shadow-caked lids as he moved around.

“I may like you—I may be giving you a place to stay for now—but I also know all about you. Can’t trust you to not stab me in the throat,” Eleanor tutted with an overly-eager and amused grin. “You already forget about choking me in the car? Silly.”

Before letting him make another move past her front door when they arrived, she had made sure to keep his hands bound behind him with little plastic restraints. Sure, he could have easily busted out of them… but only if she hadn’t tightened them to the point of cutting into his thick wrists with too much pull force.

She kept a handful of the ties in her pocket, along with a box cutter, allowing her to replace them as needed: before hopping into the bath she drew for him, after giving him a fresh change of clothes, and so on…

The perverse shiver of self-satisfaction chilled through her, recounting how she hadn’t expected to find much else besides grimy crime scene tiles that day… And now? Now she was housing one of the last few apprentices that had been presumed dead. A nationally wanted killer. A threat.

While he was her guest, he was also at the mercy of her bindings and watchful eyes.

Watchful indeed.

Keeping his wrists secured to the tub’s faucet, Eleanor had scrubbed the sweat-caked muck off Mark’s skin, being mindful of any tender scars and untreated scrapes. A thick, rosy line shone above his tanned-gold complexion as she grazed the loofah across his broad chest. Heaving, strong chest, peppered with wisps of dark hair and the most minimal freckling…

‘Don’t comment, don’t comment,’ she hammered to herself, mouth tightening into a straight line and letting her hand go on autopilot as she continued to clean him.

Now, they sat across from each other in the meager galley kitchen, Eleanor plotting how to work around the bindings. “You like pie?”

“I guess,” Mark shrugged. He didn’t want to sound too demanding, but real food—a full meal—would have been preferred. “What kind?”

“Black cherry. With a little whipped cream, of course.” She was already turned towards the fridge, fishing the tin off a shelf. “I’ll order some delivery, but figured you might like a little something for now.”

“Ahem, again, the zip ties?” Mark couldn’t make the gesture of raising his hands with his arms behind his back, so he made a show of shifting his shoulders around.

“Leave it to me, Detective.” She replied with a dorky salute, moving to stand in front of him with a fork hovering.

“Seriously? You’re gonna feed me? What am I, a baby?”

“You sorta complain like one,” she giggled. “Come on.”

Fighting against irritation and burning cheeks, Mark leaned forward for the overloaded forkful of cherry glaze and crust. He couldn’t deny that it did taste pretty decent (it was hard to fuck up pie—even when it was subpar it was good), but maybe just having something sweet, and being somewhere clean and dry with doting attention on him was enhancing the stimulation of it all.

“Oooo he likes it,” Eleanor chirped like a little cardinal, waggling her black-polished fingers. “Good!”

Each subsequent delivery from the fork left tacky-sweet smearing across Mark’s lips and in the corners of his mouth. He’d begrudgingly let Eleanor tidy him up with a napkin, though he silently enjoyed it in its newness. Weird yet strangely pleasant.

“I’ll take a little more,” Mark sighed, settling in and getting comfortable. He absentmindedly relaxed his shoulders and sank against the chair backing, nearly forgetting he was literally bound to a little piece of IKEA furniture.

“More? You finished it. Pie’s gone. I didn’t even get to try any, thank you very much.” Eleanor didn’t actually mind, preferring to focus on the bewilderment flashing across Mark’s eyes. “I get it, you must be so hungry after being chained up all alone in that bathroom.” There was something knowing, almost teasing, in her voice.

Mark couldn’t bring himself to answer with something obvious and snarky. He looked around, feeling caught and under the microscope.

“You know, people probably assumed you starved to death above all else. I mean, if they even knew what happened to you.”

“Like you know anything,” Mark scoffed, not meeting her eyes.

“I know enough. Duh.” She walked behind him, picking at strands of his overgrown waves, raking them between her fingers. “But it doesn’t take a professional to see how… not underfed you are.”

“Excuse me?” His voice was sharp, but bumbling, like a cat caught with its paw in the fish bowl.

“In fact, you’re a little bigger than I remember how you looked in the papers and on the news. I can’t imagine how someone can get fatter after being locked up for almost a year.”

“Whoa, I, uh…”

“It doesn’t matter. A big, intimidating guy like you? Hard to not be built the way you are. Must be natural. I mean, it’s not just anyone who can kill a roomful of FBI agents with their bare hands. Detective, did you ever play rugby? Or football?”

She sounded like she was… Was she flirting with him?

Eleanor moved her small hands to his shoulders and trap muscles, rhythmically squeezing any knots she could pinpoint. Mark remained frozen to the chair (not that he could move too much anyways), slight unease building up at the foreign intrusion. Not terrible, he had to remind himself, but so much touching was new.

“I don’t know what you blackmailed or bribed Brad and Ryan with,” she spoke low and quiet, hunkered down close by Mark’s ear, “but I’m guessing they’re the ones that have been keeping you alive. And they’ve been doing a decent job of it too.” She was practically draped over him at that point, reaching a hand down to lightly trace the way his stomach rolled out past his chest—the enticingly heftiest part of him.

While his dark layers and boxy raincoat may have obscured his barrel build for months, his thicker figure was too hard to hide in the fresh clothes he’d been given. Some threadbare, lived-in New York Dolls shirt that typically hung off Eleanor’s body like a blanket looked more fitted on Mark: some wiggle room, sure, but enough tautness cupping around his chest, love handles, and protruding belly. The gray joggers he’d been given were a similar story, though slightly less forgiving in the waist and the thighs. The elastic was already biting into him, and some unnerved part of his skittish dog brain wondered if it was on purpose.

“I have to admit, I have a thing for bigger guys, Detective. A soft spot for a soft build, heehee.” Eleanor’s giggles were bordering on creepy, grating in Mark’s ears as she lowered down onto his lap.

“I told you, I’m not a detective anymore so you don’t need to keep calling me that.” He ground his back teeth reflexively, plush lips giving way to a sneer.

“Ugh, but it feels weird calling you MARK. You’re, like, my dad’s age almost. Well, maybe an uncle or something. Feels very informal.”

“You’re worried about formalities? Really?” In lieu of shrugging for emphasis, Mark widened his eyes and panned his glare around, optically pointing to the way Eleanor had straddled one of his thighs like a rocking horse and had started braiding a tuft of hair by his ear. “Call me Mark.”

“Mmmm… I mean, I’m gonna call you what I want.” Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully in consideration. “Mark is fine. But Detective Grumpy Ass is funnier.”

‘Goddddd,’ Mark exhaled internally, ‘I really am a prisoner.’

“Oh, also, what’s with the ‘D’?”

“‘D?’”

“‘D. Hoffman’ on your old badge?”

“I burned my old badge. What? Wait—”

“Don’t worry, I found the unburnt scraps before that warehouse got cleared out. I was curious. Does the D stand for David or something? Is that what I should call you? You have a first name or a middle name that starts with D?”

Mark winced with embarrassment at the recollection. “It stands for ‘detective’. I signed that when I was hammered. Got a little confused.”

Squealing delightfully, Eleanor got up and fished the charred old cards and wallet from a baggie in a nearby drawer. “Oh. My. Godddddd. I love knowing that! You’re so silly.” She pulled out a remaining half of Mark’s New Jersey state ID and gave it a thoughtful glare. “Wow, 5’10”, brown hair, blue eyes and… 215 pounds? I highly doubt that’s up-to-date.” The giggling continued as she returned her stash to its hiding place and bounded back over to Mark.

“Okay, please… If you unbind me, I promise I won’t hurt you or do anything,” Mark pleaded with the utmost calmness he likely ever mustered.

“Why should I believe you? Hmmmm?”

“Because, honestly? You make me nervous.” His eyes rolled up, widened and glassy-blue. A stab at a little vulnerability couldn’t hurt, right?

Eleanor threaded a lock of fried, red strands through his lips in thought. “Truce? No weapons, no murdering each other? Although, I didn’t mind the choking too much. But, like, maybe let me tap out if you decide to do that again.” There was that overly-excited yet blank grin again. Jesus…

“God, yes, okay,” Mark agreed. “And, this should go without saying, no getting the authorities involved. We’d obviously both have some problems.”

“Well duhhhhh.”

“So we’re good? You’ll let me go now?”

“Not until after you’ve eaten. You said you were still hungry, right? You’re gonna stay put, relax, and I’m gonna feed you. I’m gonna take care of you. Get you back to one hundred. You don’t have to worry about going hungry, like, ever.”

“Is this, what, a thing for you?”

“Heeee, you ask a lot of questions. Oh! And on that note, the delivery should be here any moment!”

——

Mark wanted to protest. He didn’t think it was physically, scientifically possible to fit anymore into him. He was stuffed to the ribs and then some with a spread of chicken, mashed potatoes, and some other staples that seemed close enough to comfortable home cooking. He couldn’t tell what all was ordered and devoured, just let Eleanor prop his chin up with one hand and scoop spoonfuls of this and that with the other. All with the admiration of a sculptor appraising their own work.

Something deep in his complacent, lazy-cat desires fought against the instinct to ask Eleanor to stop. A lot was head-butting his survival instincts at that moment. But she was being sweet—if still awkward and somewhat intense—and the fuzzy tranquility of that, mixed with the drowsiness of a overfull belly, started to lull him into less guarded territory.

Without the accessibility of his hands, the worn out T-shirt had ridden up just enough over his navel, leaving him exposed and unable to adjust. Eleanor slowly noticed this, and, with an adoringly insane flare in her eyes, darted her palms to the sides of his gut, tickling and hefting with glee.

“Ugh, don’t do that,” Mark groaned, desperate tone sounding so foreign against his usual tepid demeanor. “I’m too full for that, cut it out.”

Eleanor stilled her hands, opting for a more gentle touch. “Say ‘please’! Where are your manners?”

Mark could feel his lids getting heavy, breathing shallow. He was too worn. “You’re enjoying this too much. Fucking weirdo.”

“Say please, Detective Grumpy. Be nice.” She feigned a lippy, red pout.

“Please, Eleanor.”

“Okay, since you were so sweet.” She beamed, snapping her hands away and grabbing the box cutter from her pocket. With a brief moment of careful sawing, the zip ties were off, leaving pink indentations behind. “I’m thinking we watch a little Criminal Minds. You like Criminal Minds?”

“Do I have a choice?”

Eleanor gave a non-answer with her lingering light laugh, helping him from his seat in the kitchen to her jade green couch (another piece of furniture that looked simultaneously cheap and stylish—a university student staple).

Mark plopped down heavily with a sigh, surprised to see Eleanor tuck in close by his side, head on his shoulder, knees tucked up to her chest. “Yeah, just make yourself comfortable,” he mumbled sarcastically.

“You’re cozy. Like a body pillow.” She smiled deeply, eyes shut with contentment.

“You keep feeding me like this I’m gonna look like a pillow.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt you mind that. You just don’t wanna say you like it. Besides, the more different you look from the last time anyone’s seen you in public, the better. You wanna be recognized if we go out?”

“Where you gonna take me? A Hot Topic?”

“I’m surprised you know what that is. Oh! Speaking of which, we should go shopping! You’ll need new clothes. I’m thinking a leather jacket… Some jeans…”

‘I was a lieutenant once,’ Mark sighed internally, eyes squeezing with exasperation, ‘now I’m some girl’s dress-up doll.’

But his grumbling and griping halted once he felt a petite, cold hand slither up under his shirt, lightly scratching at his belly. He couldn’t deny how nice it felt.

“A little to the left,” he mumbled, reclining further back and tucking an arm under his head.

“You ever see stuff in real life like on these crime dramas?” Eleanor piped up as she turned on an episode.

“Probably. You gonna ask me about it the whole time?”

“Probably.”

[speedwear]

Why Wax Motorcycle Jackets Are Perfect for Outdoor Adventures

When it comes to outdoor activities, having reliable gear is a game-changer. Wax motorcycle jackets are premium motorcycle outerwear, combining water resistance, breathability, and rugged design to handle any weather challenge.

Today, we'll explore the reasons why wax jackets are a must-have for outdoor activities. Let’s dive into their unique features, and how they handle the elements. How they balance style with functionality.

What Makes Wax Jackets Unique?

The wax jackets as motorcycle outerwear stand out from other outerwear because of their material and construction. These jackets, typically crafted from wax-treated cotton, are renowned for their durability and water resistance. The waxed motorcycle outerwear not only makes them water-resistant but also adds an extra layer of toughness, ensuring that they can handle rough environments.

Water Resistance

One of the most appealing aspects of wax motorcycle outerwear is its water resistance. This feature makes them an excellent choice for those who spend a lot of time outdoors, whether it's hiking through the rain or working on a farm. Unlike synthetic materials, waxed cotton repels water while remaining breathable, avoiding the uncomfortable, sweaty feeling often associated with raincoats.

Timeless Style

Wax motorcycle outerwear isn't just functional; it's stylish too. With a classic, rugged appearance, wax jackets have been a fashion staple for decades. They age beautifully, developing a unique patina that gives each jacket a distinct, lived-in character.

Versatility of Wax Jackets

One of the biggest advantages of wax motorcycle outerwear is its versatility. They are suitable for a range of outdoor activities, each requiring different levels of protection and movement. It offers the perfect combination of water resistance and comfort, with enough breathability to keep you from overheating on long treks. The durable fabric can also handle rough terrains, ensuring that your jacket won't tear easily if you brush against branches or rocks.

Wax motorcycle outerwear provides the necessary toughness to handle the rigours of farm life while keeping the wearer warm and dry. Their natural water-resistant properties are particularly useful when working in wet, muddy conditions. With their tailored design and flexibility, the wax motorcycle outerwear offers a perfect balance, allowing you to aim and move without feeling restricted.

Everyday Use

Even when you're not engaging in outdoor sports, wax motorcycle outerwear jackets are an excellent choice for everyday wear. They are fashionable, timeless, and easily paired with casual or semi-formal outfits. Whether you're running errands or going for a stroll in the countryside, wax motorcycle outerwear adds both style and practicality to your wardrobe. For chillier days, wax motorcycle outerwear is great for layering. The adaptable design enables you to layer sweaters or fleece beneath without experiencing a bulky sensation. Hence it is perfect for those cold but not freezing days.

Unlike many other types of outerwear, Speedwear’s wax jackets don’t wear out quickly. They maintain their appearance over time. It will give a vintage look that adds something extra to their charm.

[thesealfriend]

Downside of being accustomed to the cold from a combination of testosterone, off-grid living & also just Generally Being Weatherproof: everyone else is not and thus has the heating up full blast, and I cannot enter a shop or take a train without melting even tho I'm not even wearing a proper jacket

[military1st]

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This lightweight jacket is water-resistant, breathable, and flexible for total comfort outdoors. With a stealthy digital camo, weatherproof main zip, pockets for essentials and durable contrast patches, it's perfect for hunting or any adventure.

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[radguard]

How to Stay Comfortable on Long Rides with Your BMW K1600

The BMW K1600 is the perfect motorcycle for long-distance riding, known for its smooth performance, advanced features, and exceptional comfort. However, staying comfortable on extended rides requires more than just a great bike. Proper preparation, the right gear, and mindful riding techniques can significantly enhance your comfort, ensuring that you enjoy every mile.

1. Invest in Quality BMW K1600 Long-Distance Riding Gear

Choosing the right gear is essential for a comfortable long-distance ride on your BMW K1600. Here are a few must-have items:

Helmet: A high-quality, well-ventilated helmet ensures head protection and comfort. Look for helmets with noise reduction and a sun visor to reduce glare.

Riding Jacket and Pants: Select gear with adequate ventilation and weatherproof materials to handle different climates. Opt for motorcycle-specific apparel designed for long rides, which typically includes extra padding in critical areas.

Gloves: Invest in durable, breathable gloves that provide a good grip without sacrificing comfort. Proper gloves help reduce hand fatigue during long hours of riding.

Riding Boots: Comfortable, waterproof riding boots are essential for protecting your feet and keeping them comfortable over long distances. Boots with ankle support and non-slip soles offer both comfort and safety.

Heated Gear: In colder climates, heated vests, gloves, and grips can keep you warm and focused on the road, especially during early morning or evening rides.

All of these items are part of the BMW K1600 long-distance riding gear setup, which can greatly enhance your comfort and safety on extended trips.

2. Adjust Your BMW K1600 for Optimal Comfort

Even with the best riding gear, your BMW K1600 needs to be set up for long-distance comfort. Make these adjustments before hitting the road:

Seat Positioning: Ensure the seat height is correct for your body type. An adjustable seat is a big advantage for long-distance riding, as you can alter its height and tilt to minimize pressure points.

Handlebar Adjustment: Adjust your handlebars to prevent excessive leaning forward. You want a natural, relaxed riding posture to avoid strain on your back and shoulders.

Suspension Tuning: Properly tuned suspension helps smooth out rough roads and improves handling. The BMW K1600 comes equipped with an advanced suspension system, so make sure to fine-tune it based on the weight of your gear and riding style.

3. Take Breaks and Stretch

Even with all the right gear and bike adjustments, long-distance riding can still lead to fatigue. To stay comfortable, schedule regular breaks:

Stretching: Take time to stretch your legs, back, and arms during breaks. Stretching helps improve circulation and prevents stiffness during long rides.

Hydration: Stay hydrated throughout your journey. Dehydration can cause fatigue and decrease focus, so pack enough water and drink at regular intervals.

Plan Rest Stops: Rest stops give your body a chance to recover. Use these stops to relax, recharge, and enjoy the scenery.

4. Stay Focused and Maintain Good Posture

Your riding posture affects how comfortable you feel after hours on the road. Here’s how to maintain good posture while riding your BMW K1600:

Relax Your Shoulders and Arms: Tension in your upper body can lead to discomfort. Keep your shoulders and arms relaxed, and avoid gripping the handlebars too tightly.

Keep Your Feet Positioned Correctly: Your feet should rest comfortably on the footpegs, allowing you to shift and move naturally as you ride.

Engage Your Core: By engaging your core muscles, you’ll reduce strain on your back, helping you stay more comfortable throughout the ride.

Conclusion

Long-distance riding on the BMW K1600 can be an exhilarating experience, but comfort is key to enjoying the journey. By investing in quality BMW K1600 long-distance riding gear, adjusting your bike for comfort, taking breaks, and maintaining good posture, you’ll ensure that every mile is as enjoyable as the first. Stay prepared, stay comfortable, and ride confidently.