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What Should A Manufacturer Of School Blazers Give Its Customers?

Do you have a thing for winter school uniforms? The school blazer is the nicest part of a winter school uniform.

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Uniforms as a Cultural Expression: Embracing Diversity in School Apparel

When we think of school uniforms, we often envision a sea of similar outfits, but there's more to this clothing choice than meets the eye. School uniforms can be a canvas for cultural expression and a reflection of diversity in our educational institutions. In this article, we'll explore how wholesale school uniforms and wholesale girls clothes can be a powerful means of embracing and celebrating the rich tapestry of cultures present in our schools.

A World of Colors and Styles

One of the most beautiful aspects of school uniforms is their adaptability to various cultures. Different schools across the globe have their unique uniforms, each telling a story about the heritage and values of that institution. From the vibrant colors of Indian school uniforms to the traditional kimonos in Japanese schools, these outfits serve as a visual reminder of the diverse world we live in.

Wholesale School Uniforms: A Blank Canvas

Wholesale school uniforms provide a blank canvas for schools to incorporate cultural elements. They can infuse designs, colors, and patterns that reflect the backgrounds of their students. For example, a school with a diverse student body might choose uniforms that incorporate elements from various cultures, allowing students to see their heritage proudly represented.

Empowering Girls with Wholesale Girls' Clothes

Diversity is not just about ethnicity; it's also about gender and individual identity. Wholesale girls clothes can play a significant role in empowering young girls to express themselves comfortably. These outfits can be designed to accommodate various preferences, from traditional dresses to more gender-neutral options. It's all about giving children the freedom to be themselves while adhering to school dress codes.

The Sustainability Connection

In today's world, sustainability is a crucial consideration in every industry, including fashion. Wholesale school uniforms and wholesale girls' clothes can embrace sustainability by using eco-friendly materials and production methods. Natural fabrics like organic cotton not only benefit the environment but also provide comfort and breathability for kids throughout the school day.

Final Thoughts: Celebrating Diversity

Uniforms aren't just about conformity; they can be a celebration of diversity. By embracing various cultural elements in wholesale school uniforms and offering a wide range of wholesale girls clothes, schools can create an inclusive and welcoming environment for all students. It's a way of saying that every culture and identity is valued and respected within the school community.

In conclusion, the world of school uniforms is far from monotonous. It's a colorful mosaic that reflects the rich diversity of our global society. wholesale school uniforms and wholesale girls' clothes, when thoughtfully designed, can be a powerful tool for fostering inclusivity, cultural expression, and sustainability in our schools. So, the next time you see a school uniform, remember that it might just be telling a beautiful story of cultural diversity and acceptance.

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The Night Hunt

I need to eat. It’s not eating anymore. It doesn’t feel like thirst or hunger. It’s not something I would have understood as a human. I feel like I’m going to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t think anyone would mind if I did. My mouth is shaped so differently than it once was, I can’t move my jaws, I feel empty, I need it to fill me, and I feel empty.

The upper west side vampiric community center was cramped, getting everything it could from limited funds and real estate. The walls were white and the lighting sterile, their deadness only broken by overly enthusiastic posters. It was strange looking at the other vampires in the building, most of them seemed to be doing much better than me. Even most of the ones that ones you could tell weren’t human at a glance usually looked more human than me. It felt like everyone I saw was doing better than me, the petite girl in a black dress talking to her parents on the phone, the bearded man with cats eyes dressed in fancy clothes he had probably owned some version of for centuries, the snake mouthed person guzzling down a can of commercially sold blood like it was soda. I could assume a lot of the vampires I saw here had supportive families, and many others were old enough to be well adjusted to their lives. It almost hurt looking at vampires who could pass better than me, or who could better mask vampiric traits, this embarrassing envy, that I was a monster even by the standards of monsters.

I could have socialized, but I was too tired, and too thirsty. I had just been denied a good behavior slip by the New York State government, and thus denied a month’s supply of donated blood, and the building stopped being somewhere I wanted to be. Most vampires can’t get a good behavior slip, A lot don’t even try just because of how humiliating and restrictive life during the audit can be. A lot of them live off of relatives’ and friend’s blood, or buy it wholesale. I don’t have the option for either of those, at least not consistently.

I walked up Broadway, when I left, below the safety of the dark sky, and the calming yellow light of the windows, past the old brick buildings of a childhood that now seems alien to me. Best to get outside time in while I can, it’s summer, giving me few hours before the sun rises. It’s strange to remember when I walked down that street as a human. That deep loss of something I can remember but will never feel once more. Remembering how easy things were. When the restaurants smelled good to my body, instead of sickly sweet. It would’ve made me cry to see myself reflected in a window, if my eyes had tears to cry. To see I was the type of vampire other even other vampires shunning, too vampiric perhaps, to close to what they all fear being, too close to what they’re all accused of. I used to think of losing my humanity was a horrible fate, and now I am the bad ending for so many other nonhumans. I wonder how many of my kind’s advocates think I’m worthy of oppression. They say not all vampires look horrifying to humans, but I look horrifying to humans. They say not all vampires think violent thoughts about humans automatically, but I find myself doing that so often. They say not all vampires are weak to sunlight, or are hurt by symbols of their prior faith, but I am, and it hurts, and if acceptance means telling people it doesn’t hurt I’ll just get hurt more.

I tried to think of something to distract myself. Tried to think of friends who still cared about me, about that show I wanted to finish, tired to think about that Lord of the Rings fanfic that I wrote in middle school that I had though about on that street, on a bright day so alien to the humid night I walked through. No matter what I thought about there was always blood in the back on my mind. Even when a vampire isn’t thinking about blood directly, when they’re low, as almost fatally low as I was, it’s always able to be felt in the background. I could feel my body’s desire for blood, feel the pain and weakness of not having it. It was strange, to know that my body hurt because it wanted like, that my body only transformed into a vampire because it would have died from being bitten by one if it hadn’t. My body wanted to live as a vampire so much more than I did. My hands shook, my gate more unbalanced, more stumbling than it usually was, my twisted and inhuman mouth, the most inhuman part of my body, salivating. The staggered and almost animalistic walk must have made me look even more like a monster. The pigeons flew away when they saw me, they must have known, or maybe that’s just what pigeons are like.

 My once tan skin now so pale my organs are visible, my once fit body now skinny, my brown eyes forever white, and my mouth perfectly round and unmoving and filled with sharp tooth after sharp tooth like a lamprey. All so perfect to drink blood, all built to drain blood. It hurts to think I’ll probably be in this body for centuries. The same hoodie I’d been wearing for days still covers me a bit, as does my mess of uncut hair, I don’t really have to wash these things without human oils on my body anymore. It’s not good to think too long about that fact. There is no wonder my parents would rather consider their precious daughter basically dead, than know that she lived as this. I might do the same if I had a choice. I think about when I was turned sometimes, how I didn’t get to be turned out of love, or lust, or spite, how the bite was meant to kill me, how it would have killed me if I wasn’t rushed to the hospital, or if I hadn’t fought the attacker off. I never even knew the name of the vampire who attacked me. I didn’t know why he did at the time, I assumed it was from hate, I understand now, I would never defend attacking someone like that but I understand, he was hungry, I know how it feels to want blood like how he must have. People would have had me better in their memories if I had died, nobody admits it, but it’s true, my parents convinced themselves I had on religious grounds, saying my soul had left my body, I understand why, my reputation was not tarnished.

As I walked past stores and restaurants that had closed hours earlier, saw how little the world wanted me. I wondered how I would keep existing. I remembered that my transformation has made it so I wouldn’t age, couldn’t die a natural death at all, I realized how strange it would be for me to exist in a body like the one I did for hundreds more years, thousands if I got lucky. There was the feeling that maybe I’d be murdered, most of society didn’t even want the most human passing, most privileged vampires to live, it sucked even for people who had it so much better than me, maybe I’d just die, maybe one of those monster hunter gangs would finally due me in like they always threaten to online. But what if I didn’t, what if I had to still live. If I actually had put the work in to having positive relationships with the community maybe some vampiric elder would be able to tell me. As it was I felt lost, I didn’t know what I could be doing a hundred years from where I stood. Would things be better than, for me, for us? Would I be ok?

For a moment my eye caught a girl around my age. As a human I would have felt lust for her, she had that exact look that I used to like. Glistening hair dyed a candy colored red, a pale pink Cowboy Bebop t-shirt covering her chest. I would have felt lust, or perhaps a more noble sounding attraction, but now that part of me is gone, and seeing a young healthy body like that just makes me think about what it would be like to drink her instead of making me think about being in bed with her. I knew it was wrong, but it would feel so good, to feel my mouth punch into her neck, and drain her dry. I don’t want to feel this way, the logical part of my brain doesn’t like feeling this way, but it’s a feeling in my body. When I looked at her soft skin my teeth ever so slightly extended outwards, and the tiredness from the pain of thirst temporarily ceasing as my body filled with energy, my dreaming mind fantasizing about holding her as I drank her blood, as ashamed as I am of such thoughts, as little as I’d want to ever hurt someone like her, it felt so good in the moment just to fantasize. It was the closest I still had to feeling anything sexual or romantic, as many social media posts as there are telling you it’s a myth that all vampires lose their sexual or romantic feelings, it’s true for me, I don’t even have breasts or sex organs anymore, as horrifying as that is to even acknowledge about myself. Just another thing that makes me seem less human, and just another thing that makes drinking human blood seem to desirable. I didn’t want to hurt her, just looking at her walking, she seemed so happy, so pure.

I did nothing, yet she still crossed the street. I understood, it was late, and I was a ragged looking vampire walking near her, she had a right to feel safe. I ran, as thirsty as my body was I didn’t want to be near her, and didn’t want to cause a scene.

Best to flee uptown, Time Square is filled with Faeries, and Central Park with werewolves, and neither take kindly to my kind in the places they tend to hang out. There is a safety in being human, despite all the stories of young maidens scratched up in monster’s arms, with blood contrasting on top of their pretty white skin, most monsters with ill wills are way more likely to target other species of monster rather than humans. Humans are often well armed, and well defended by the law, and so many monsters are so eager to prove their kind’s validity through their hatred of another species of monster.

My running only stopped when I had to cross the street to avoid a church. One of those big ornate ones you’d see a vampiric villain hang out in in a thriller movie, with that shining stained glass they haven’t built in generations. They say it’s not anything divine that burns vampires that are weak to holy symbols, it’s just the memory of faith that hurts, the memory of the most human of all actions. Doesn’t change the fact that the pope still says we don’t have souls. The church ghosts all fled, they floated somewhere else just from seeing me, I wanted to yell to them “What? Are you too good even to haunt me.” I didn’t of course, I didn’t want to cause a scene. Maybe I would have if I wasn’t so weak from thirst.

I can’t get blood. The state won’t give it to me. My friends would say no if I asked. I can’t afford to buy it. I dropped out of school when I was turned, there wasn’t accommodation, and late classes were hard to get. Most of the friends I still have either treat me like a tragedy to fawn over, or like I could kill them at any time, they’re only human after all. I guess that’s why they recommend socializing with other monsters. I barely look for work anymore, even well-meaning humans are uncomfortable around me, though to be fair I’ve done nothing not to make them uncomfortable, and it’s impossible to ask them to close daytime windows, or keep silver and garlic away.  I spend so much time on the internet. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be this thirsty. I don’t want to look this way, and I don’t want to need blood. I never chose any of this, never chose to be bitten, never chose to be saved.

For a moment I saw another person on the street, alone with me. Some rich kid staggering drunk and barely knowing where he is, a sweatshirt from some fancy wizarding school clinging on to his body. His rosy yet pale cheeks, so vulnerable, not so privileged that he could hurt me, just privileged enough to feel like every bad though I could have towards him was punching up. He was the exact type of asshole that I’d expect to call me a slur, to be proud that wizards like him had engaged in just enough vampire hunts in the thirties and forties to be considered another type of human. But he didn’t. He didn’t notice me at all, he just sang to himself with his earbuds in and his eyes glued to his phone as he stumbled past closed stores.

I can smell blood on his lips. I remember that there is another way to quench my thirst. I’d have to drain him dry so that nobody would know. I don’t want to. I don’t want to be that type of vampire. His body is so fresh, I’d be full for like a year. I can’t stop looking at him and remembering my life. He’ll run but I can catch up to him, and he’ll taste so good. And I would be so hard to catch if I drained him to death, he’s a stranger, the case would go cold. I need blood, and he has blood, it’s like a trolly problem, you don’t need sadism to pick yourself when you’re tied to the tracks. And I can’t think of another way I could get blood before starving to death.  It feels weird to grab his wrist as he struggles, too thirsty to think too deeply. I don’t want to look at his face when he screams, but something deep within me is excited to hear a human scream. I feel sorry for him I think, he didn’t deserve this, I didn’t deserve this, if things were different… well they aren’t different. God my voice sounds demonic with this mouth. “I’m sorry, but I have to do this.”

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cas and dean vs. clothes shopping small fic

after they get cas out of the empty there’s a lot of mundane shit to do. he’s human again, and it’s permanent this time, or as permanent as things ever are for a winchester, but that’s a terrifying thought so it gets locked up in the for later box in deans head. but cas needs food and toiletries and clothes and he’s decided he hates the bedding in the bunker so he has to get new sheets too.

most of this is easy enough. last time cas was human he learned the basics—digestion, hygiene, money—and when he was sick on stolen grace he learned a bit more about preferences. they get him set up with 3-in-1 shampoo and a tooth brush and when dean makes the trip out to the city to do their monthly bulk shopping, he drags cas with him to get some sheets he won’t bitch about. on the way back, dean stops at a secondhand store run by a local church.

cas doesn’t seem to like shopping. he was pleasant on the ride to the city and effusive about the cheap hotdogs they ate for lunch, but about 20 minutes into hauling cases of water and table salt into their cart he got surly. he got even surlier when dean suggested he could go wait with baby. by the time they checked out, dean had written him off and decided to wait out his silence.

the thrift store smells like every thrift store he’s ever been in, dusty and a little bit like cats. the clothes selection isn’t huge, but it’ll do for getting cas started. thats deans hope, anyway, but when he told cas to grab whatever catches his eye and wanders off to a rack of casettes, he hoped cas would get a few days worth of shirts, maybe even find some serviceable jeans. instead, cas dumps an XL shirt with “FALLSTON COUNTY MIDDLE SCHOOL TURKEY TROT 2013” across the front in orange bubble text and a faded grey bucket hat into deans basket.

“that’s all?”

cas shrugs. apparently still not talking. dean knows from experience that forcing the issue right now will, at best, start a fistfight, and at worst, cause cas to fuck off for who knows how long. maybe if he was still an angel dean would go for it, press his luck, but with cas freshly back and freshly human and apparently here to stay, dean swallows the impulse. he buys the admittedly very soft turkey trot shirt and the hat.

after two weeks, it becomes apparent that cas is uninterested in obtaining possessions. he’s content to wear his wholesale underwear and deans shirts and a pair of shorts abandoned by one of the apocalypse world hunters. there are infinite good things about cas coming back, and there are infinite terrifying things about him being human now, and there are infinite things about his return that dean has been trying to stuff in the For Later box, and unfortunately that leaves him kind of pissed off about how he can never find the shirt he wants to wear when he wants to wear it, and also the way his own wardrobe is dwindling due to cas never fucking returning anything. not that he minds sharing! but that would require cas to bring anything back.

not that dean plans to confront him about it. which is maybe cas’s play here? damn. well. deans done great at not bringing up anything heavier than meal planning for over a month already. no need to ruin his streak now.

there’s still hunts. sam and eileen have been out on a few since cas got back. now that dean is better, sam hasn’t been hovering so much. but cas brings the job to dean in the dean cave, pulled up on his phone to show him. it ends up being easy to wrap up, just a matter of destroying a cursed 35mm camera properly and getting the formerly cursed women to the nearest hospital. they don’t even need to put on the fed suits for it, which is good, because dean forgot that cas’s old suit got ruined in his rescue. in deans defense, he wasn’t really thinking that hard about clothes that day, or about anything besides cas heaving himself upright on the other side of that rift, alive and back.

when dean brings up the need for a new fed suit, cas just hums like it’s inconsequential. and because dean is still practicing non confrontation, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

the suit is easy. he goes with the same cut jimmy novaks suit was, in black, and a few dress shirts. ties seem to be one of the few things cas likes to shop for, so dean only grabs one—boring, professional blue and white stripes. it comes in handy days after he hangs it up in cas’s closet, when they have to haul ass out to tennessee to deal with a werewolf pack and have to play fed to get access to the bodies.

after that, it’s a blue fleece-lined hoodie he picks up while he’s canvassing for witnesses hunting what turns out to be a shifter. cas wears it the whole time they’re in the motel looking over the facts of the case, and he wears it in the car on the way back, his strong squared fingers catching deans eye in the rear view mirror whenever he fidgets with the hoods drawstring. there’s a stack of weird novelty tee shirts he picks up in the city the next time he does the bulk restock, this time alone. cas wears them all in a rotation, mostly under his hoodie or one of deans flannels.

when cas asks him to grab a jacket for him, dean cracks on his non confrontational policy. “you should choose it yourself,” he says. cas just hums.

“i like wearing what you’ve chosen,” he says after a minute. “i trust your judgement.”

which, leave it to cas to turn this into—something.

dean buys him a jacket.

he buys him socks, and pajama pants, and new boots and some henleys and a few thrifted flannels, soft from wear. he buys a scarf. house shoes. and cas wears them all, and never returns deans clothes before dean asks for them.

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  ✨ SUMMERWEEN ✨

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✨ BABBUSHKA’S ✨ 10 YEAR BLOGIVERSARY

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✨ SAFARIGIRLSP’S ✨ ✨ BIRTHDAY BASH ✨

August is my birthday month, and anyone who's been here long knows Halloween is my favorite time of the year! I also just finished a big 200k plus story and want a little break before starting the next big thing. And on top of that, it’s my wonderful friend Babbushka’s 10 year blogiversary! So, we’re going to celebrate in our favorite ways — by writing spooky stories and tormenting our favorite characters!

REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN for anything spooky or related to SUMMERWEEN! Please read this entire post for complete information, and if you're new, please take a look at my Masterlist. And see Babbushka’s Masterlist for all of her stories and guidelines.

We’re inviting everyone to celebrate with us! Readers and Writers alike!

All Readers: Please send us requests, ideas, thoughts, HCs, anything you like! And as many as you like! I’ll pick our favorites or, very likely, a combination of a few different ideas, and write a oneshot that includes everything I can fit in. Feel free to send in multiple ideas or requests! The more ideas to choose from, the better! All AU concepts, time periods, etc are welcome. Anything is fair game.

All Writers: Please feel free to repost, steal any prompts, write anything, and do your own thing with all of this! I'd love to be tagged in any content pertaining to Adam characters or anything related to Spencer from 1923.

I’m only writing for Mills, Flip, and Jacques for big oneshots. If any new followers have a Spencer request, I would write for him too. I will do HC’s for anyone I have ever written for.

I have a strong preference for horror, action, adventure, and AU's.

My stories generally range in size from 5k to 25k, and some are even more! Look for a mix of horror, humor, romance, and adventure! Everything will contain adult themes and mature content. My masterlist has more detail on what I like and don't like, but one of my few hard no's are ships of any kind.

Requests will be open for one week, from July 26 - August 2. However, because I tend to write longer stories, the sooner an idea comes in, the more likely I am to use it.

This is an Adults Only event. My content is not for minors, or people who are easily triggered or offended. I write mature content intended for a mature audience only. All my content is buyer beware for wholesale offense and toxicity.

Keep reading for prompts!

Prompts

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* 001.    the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

* 002.    a cabin in the middle of the woods .

* 003.    a home with a white picket fence .

* 004.    a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

* 005.    a dive bar .

* 006.    a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

* 007.    an office building ,  bustling and busy .

* 008.    the back row of an empty movie theater .

* 009.    a rundown motel room .

* 010.    a loud house party on a suburban street .

* 011.    a university lecture hall during a class .

* 012.    the rooftop of a very tall building .

* 013.    a great ballroom during an elegant party .

* 014.    a natural history museum .

* 015.    the wine cellar of a large mansion .

* 016.    an old school gym .

* 017.    a boisterous bonfire at the lakeside .

* 018.    an otherwise empty parking lot .

* 019.    a neon club filled with throbbing music .

* 020.    the grounds of an empty summer camp .

* 021.    a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

* 022.    a derelict treehouse .

* 023.    a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

* 024.    an underground illegal fighting club .

* 025.    an abandoned mansion .

* 026.    a cabinet of curiosities .

* 027.    an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

* 028.    an empty playground with squeaky swings .

* 029.    an extravagant greenhouse .

* 030.    the base of a large waterfall .

* 031.    a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

* 032.    an attic or basement filled with forgotten things .

* 033.    the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

* 034.    the deck of a fishing boat at night .

* 035.    at home during a power outage .

* 036.    a long ,  winding road .

* 037.    the scene of a violent crime .

* 038.    a fork in a hiking trail deep in the wilderness .

* 039.    a porch on a stormy evening .

* 040.    a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

* 041.    the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

* 042.    between the tall shelves of a rare book shop .

* 043.    an abandoned asylum .

* 044.    a brewery or winery .

* 045.    a mysterious trail found in the woods .

* 046.    a stable of horses .

* 047.    a county fair at night .

* 048.    a rodeo .

* 049.    a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

* 050.    a childhood home or bedroom .

* 051.    the site of a horrible accident or crime .

* 052.    a closed pool ,  after everyone has left .

* 053.    a home holding horrific memories .

* 054.    a drive in movie theater .

* 055.    a double-booked air b&b .

* 056.    a police station in the middle of the night .

* 057.    a violent storm warning .

* 058.    a lavish ,   invite - only party .

* 059.    a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

* 060.    a cabin in the woods .

* 061.    the underworld .

* 062.    a dusty ,   forgotten attic .

* 063.    on the set of a television show or movie .

* 064.    a lighthouse overlooking the raging sea .

* 065.    in an archaeological site.

* 066.    on a ship hundreds of miles from the nearest coast .

* 067.    a place from a dream or a memory .

* 068.    a tent pitched in the middle of the woods .

* 069.    ancient ruins .

* 070.    the morgue during an identification .

* 071.    an otherwise empty library during a late research session .

* 072.    a place that feels familiar ,  yet you've never been here before .

* 073.    a long hallway that seems to stretch on forever .

* 074.    a signpost at the start of a hiking trail .

* 075.    a bar or tavern bustling with life .

* 076.    the dance floor of a masquerade ball .

* 077.    inside of a car parked in a secluded area .

* 078.    at the edge of a cliff overlooking a large lake .

* 079.    inside a very old house with very old haunts .

* 080.    inside a courtroom .

* 081 past the warning signs .

* 082 around a bonfire or campfire .

* 083 here there be monsters .

* 084 high on a mountainside .

* 085 inside a trendy coffeeshop or bookshop .

* 086 on a road trip .

* 087 at a writer’s retreat .

* 088 under the stars .

* 089 a swanky restaurant .

* 090 on safari .

* 091 a picturesque beach .

* 092 a quaint village abroad .

* 093 in the fall foliage .

* 094 a crystalline winter dawn .

* 095 an expedition into the unknown .

* 096 a treasure hunt .

* 097 following a mysterious map .

* 098 off the map .

* 099 lost .

* 100 exactly where you were always meant to be .

 

 Dark Academia Writing Prompts

1. A history major begins to unravel a murder that happened 100 years ago on campus.

2 A witch disguises herself as a professor in the occult studies department.

3. A group of history students uncover evidence of a witch trial that took place on campus centuries ago.

4. A journalist investigates a series of murders inspired by works of literature.

5. The study of an artifact leads to mayhem when an ancient evil is brought into the modern world.

 

 

Situational Prompts

1.        Leaves crunching under your boots. 

2.        Morning air just a bit colder than expected. 

3.        The smell of warm cider in a mug. 

4.        Baking cinnamon muffins

5.        Pumpkin spice

6.        The harvest moon 

7.        Going to a haunted house

8.   Black cats crossing your path

9.   Heat of a fireplace on a cold night

10.      Crumbling tombstones

11.      Twigs snapping on the forest floor

12.      Trick-or-treating

13.      The call of an owl 

14.      Costume party

15.      Scary movie night

16.  Ghost stories

17.  Apple orchard

18.  A Victorian mansion

19.       Scratching at the door 

20.      Howling at the moon

21.       Eyes in the trees 

22.      Whispers from the shadows

23.      Murder of crows gathered outside

24.      Something’s under the bed 

25.      Fog rolling on an open field

26.      The only headlights on miles of open road

27.       Footsteps coming up quickly from behind

28.      A bathroom mirror in the dark

29.      Growls down the hall

30.      Wrought iron gates

31.      Friday the 13th

32.      A scream in the night 

33.      Blood washing down the shower drain

34.      Hot wax dripping on pentagrams

35.      Lightning over a castle 

36.      Torn stitches

🏤 Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁 A crisp autumn evening, the smell of leaves and smoke on the air

🎹 Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪ A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳 A foreboding forest at dusk as the sun disappears

⛵ On the beach before dawn as remnants of a shipwreck wash onto shore

🍂 A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃 Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃 After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘 Driving down a long, dark stretch of road after taking a wrong turn

⚡ Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀 An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous plants

🌾 An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊 Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch-black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧 Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟 Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿 An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀 A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇 A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈 The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗 An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🌲 An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑 Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔ A rainy afternoon, running nefarious errands

☕ At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵 A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤 Dreaming of scraping nails against the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐺 A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

🗿 An archaeological site

🏔️ Deep in the mountains

🐆 On safari

🔮 A fortune teller who knows too much

🐈‍⬛ Magic, that's practical

👻 A mansion with a haunted history

👹 A museum at night

 🕯 A seance

🍿 Scary movie night

🔪 The killer is here

😱 Spooky slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…)

☠ A cemetery or catacombs

⌛ An antique store

🏠 At home by the fireside

🍷 Go to a winery/brewery or cider factory

⛺ Rent a cabin for the weekend

🏰 A spooky vacation spot 

😈 A cryptid encounter

(here are the same prompts on stupid backgrounds because I felt like making them)

Tagging some witches who may interested!

@babbushka @mrs-gucci @mrs-zimmerman @iamburdened @gabesprincess @maybe-your-left @candycanes19 @rynwritesstuff @caillea @cas-backwards-tie @queeniebee @lumberjack00fantasies @mythrielofsolitude @icarusinthesea @ghoulian13 @reyloaddict55 @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @richbrittstein @clydesfavoritegirl @bensolodyad @thepalaceofmelanie @celiholland @reveluving @vedavan @queen-of-elves @srorgana1 @reylokisses @vixenofcourse @kylofrk @looking4mymagicshop @diejager

All edits by the amazing @kyloremus

[cranberrymoons]

Hey hi hello!!! First off, I absolutely adore your writing, you're easily one of my fave buddie authors and there's like no contest. Quick question cause I'm curious: do you have any alternative career au's for Buddie? Like, not even for a specific fic (but if you have a fic idea, I'd love to hear that too!!) but more like, if they weren't firefighters, what jobs do you think buddie would have?

hi!! omg thank you so much 🥺🥰

and yes I have actually thought about this a lot!!! I don't know if I'll ever write a fic for it because au's aren't really my strong area (I get too caught up in the details/worldbuilding tbh) but okay based on their canon backgrounds/personalites – I don't know if this is really the answer you're looking for but it's the one in my heart :)

eddie we know grew up relatively well-off (middle or upper middle class) in a biggish city in a historically very blue part of texas. not to make it Political on today of all days but it does definitely influence you to grow up in a blue part of a red state! and I think to be honest he probably did not really put a ton of thought into what he wanted to Be When He Grew Up but just based on his background, I think he was probably in high school assuming he would eventually end up at like UT Austin or something, where he'd spend 4 years partying and half-assed studying until he skated through a degree in like. business or marketing or communications or something, and then he would have had a desk job for 5-10 years until he burned out and realized he hated it, and then would have had his Moment of like okay what do I ACTUALLY want from my life, which maybe would have also involved him reckoning with his queer identity but would have ultimately led him to EMT or Paramedic school in his late 20s or early 30s, and he would have found his way to firefighting as a career changer. basically I think his identity is less tied up in the job than buck's, but I think it's ultimately the right thing for him because he's a Healer but ultimately wanting something more hands on than being a doctor

and then there's buck who grew up probably upper middle class? in a fairly conservative surburb, and we know he did Not get along with his parents for obvious reasons. he tried community college and dropped out, not because he wasn't smart enough to do it but because he was restless and impulsive and didn't want to be there. he traveled for a while and hopped around jobs and I do think he belongs where he landed, but if we're trying to be less boring and just say :) they'd be the same <3 I could also see him doing well in something like teaching (which I know is cliche, but he would be every kid's favorite teacher and would get made fun of by 12 year olds for his Lame Clothes). or this one is kind of out there but I also think he would be earth's most dedicated and enthusiastic beekeeper or worm farmer or something, like I don't think he would have had the patience to get a whole degree in entomology but I think he would absolutely crush at a commercial/wholesale farming supply store/nursery where his job was just to breed and take care of some kind of weird bug that is needed by the Southern California Vegetable Farmers to make sure their crops turn out. buck buckley, helping to feed america with his bug business 💪

[muskmelon-enjoyer-199x]

have i ever talked about that I like dolls

I actually really like dolls. I used to look at bjd blogs in secret as a teen, and not even the skeevy ones. Like mostly just the alt fashion ones.

Love dolls. It's not a hobby I can really afford to get into, but I do enjoy looking at them.

I never had any dolls, but in school I used to draw featureless women with weird hipster clothes that were trendy at the time. I think I wanted to be those women, honestly. That's probably pretty normal with fashion dolls, right? You want to be like your dolly, right?

If youre a little girl, i guess. except I was a 16 year old "boy" on antipsychotics and weed and mystery ziploc downers (this was before fentanyl hit the scene, but i think they probably had a ton of acetaminophen mixed in with the hydro or whatever i was plugging, but fuck)

I just love dolls and figurines and I like clothes. I like clothes so much

Why did they raise me watching fashion shows all my childhood and then act weird about my clothes when I started dressing different. What did you think was going to happen?

Idk. if anything, it was good and made me aware

being raised to be prissy and effeminate prevented me from successfully performing masculinity and forming male connections that would have held me back from transitioning

I didn't have a straight girlfriend or masculine male friends or any of that. I was a fag and everybody told me so from second grade onwards. All of my friends were druggies and queers and dweebs and that was the end of it. No doubts or sentimentality or social norms in the way. I was already a freak so i could just shit on my own grave if I wanted

I feel like I would have caved under the pressure and repressed if I had even able to be a productively miserable guy. It sucked enough that when they were forcing me to go through puberty uninterrupted, I was totally down to take birth control and starve myself on a boiled tofu diet to interrupt it myself, and I DID. There wasn't any DIY i could get.

I see pre-everything bitches waffling and I get it. It's rough. It's even rougher if you actually have a person life and normal people who will leave. Idk I didn't really have a life at all and I didn't care about those people at all and I didn't even feel like a person, so it was kinda easy for me to be reckless. So maybe I don't actually get it

but like girl stfu. Take your pills and buy even more pills on the internet and take those pills too. Spend 1k a year on pills. Get crypt and get bathtub shots even cheaper. Buy a fat wrap of raws from some wholesaler in china. Idk. It seems like a no brainer. It's like that meme. Your parents are already disappointed so just take the pills

Dolls though. I love dolls.

I'm so happy i spent my teenage years crossfaded and scribbling paper dolls. I need to go back to my parents' house and find the box i used to hide my paper dolls in the bottom of

Those dolls are a part of me and I want them back. They were my connection to femininity when they pressured me to cut all my hair off. I wore a beanie for two years straight because i couldnt handle being seen that way, especially when I got compliments on it. "You actually look like a man now."

FUCK THAT.

I love dolls. I know a lot of women have mixed feelings about dolls. I know that a lot of dolls kind of fuck you up and promote inhuman beauty norms. Idk. They're still special to me.

We have been cleaning the depression mess lately. Maybe I can put my figurines on the shelf

How and why am I alive and why is it impossible for me to appreciate that when I'm alone and sober

[power-chords]

Here is what I know:

Michael Mann’s father, Jack Mann, owned a neighborhood grocery store in Chicago called Economy Food & Liquor. Two court cases come right up.

In 1945, Frankfort Distilleries, a Kentucky-based producer and wholesaler of alcoholic beverages, was indicted by the federal government on conspiracy charges to fix pricing of its products in Colorado, where state laws permit manufacturers to enter into “Fair Trade” price maintenance contracts with their buyers to set minimum resale prices for their products — think of a designer brand who doesn’t want their clothing winding up at TJMaxx. It is, however, illegal to coerce entry into such contracts. They plead no contest.

1953: Frankfort Distilleries files suit against Economy Food & Liquor for refusing to play ball in their scheme, obtaining a permanent injunction under the Illinois Fair Trade Act. EF&L is found guilty of contempt of court for violating the injunction — one imagines Jack Mann refusing to comply with the terms of an “agreement,” papered or otherwise, that was not entered into voluntarily — and hit with a fine.* This pisses off an “association of liquor dealers” (AHEM, what would you call such a thing?), who threaten to remove all Frankfort products from their shelves, presumably in support of EF&L. Frankfort’s diplomatic strategy involves, allegedly, 1) telling these angry liquor dealers they are free to ignore the price floor for their products; and, 2) informing EF&L that it will reimburse both the fine and EF&L’s legal fees if this stubborn crazy Jew will just agree to go along with the way things are done around here. Jack Mann says, “Go fuck yourself.”

He seeks restitution through the courts himself, and the suit is dismissed for reasons that amount to bureaucratic red tape and his own idealism and ignorance — i.e., how the legal system works, and in whose favor.

*I have no idea how large the fine was. Jack Mann moved his family that year, in 1953. This may be unrelated. Michael himself was 10. In 1969, a few years after Michael graduated at the top of his class from the London Film School, Jack Mann passed away. He could not have been very old. But his spirit, or his ghost, lives on:

[everythingkashmir]

Escaping the Matrix

The reality is an illusion

By Faisul Yaseen

‘Khan News Agency’ just outside the Lambert Lane on the Residency Road in Srinagar, the summer capital of Jammu and Kashmir, used to employ seven persons. Today, Hilal Ahmad is the only one running the show.

“The customer flow used to be such that none of us could take a breather during the day,” Ahmad says. “Today, I sit idle, waiting all day for the customers to turn up.”

His business of selling newspapers, magazines, and other periodicals, has been hit with the growth of e-commerce in Kashmir.

“e-commerce is doing much more damage to small-time shopkeepers than the violence of three decades in Kashmir,” he says.

As the e-commerce industry is growing in Kashmir, it is eating away the business of Micro, Small and Medium Enterprises (MSME) like local departmental stores, bookshops, clothing and footwear stores, small traders, retailers, and hawkers while wholesale profit margins are getting squeezed.

In this new world order, how will the small businesses survive?

*****

Andrew Tate, a kickboxer-turned-online influencer was recently in the news when while being arrested he said, “The Matrix has attacked me.”

When Tate mentioned ‘The Matrix’, was he making a reference to the science fiction film franchise or was he talking about the new world order?

In one of his viral videos while referring to ‘The Matrix’, he says, “They want to control us. This is what people who are in charge ever wanted from the beginning, control. They want people to comply. And you have to put systems in place to ensure people comply.”

Are those systems the new business models? And are we the people complying with those systems?

Kashmir Chamber of Commerce and Industry (KCCI) President Javid Tenga says, “There is a need to support people who are losing their livelihood due to e-commerce.”

Tenga, who had shot a letter to the Union Civil Aviation Ministry and Director General of Civil Aviation (DGCA) to stop websites of various airlines from unilaterally raising airfares on Jammu and Kashmir route, says that the government needs to place restrictions on e-commerce of certain items to protect the interests of small traders.

Rescuing small businesses in a place like J&K assumes importance considering that at least 1.82 lakh youth who do not have any jobs are registered with the government.

*****

Chairman of PHD Chamber of Commerce and Industry (PHDCCI), Kashmir, Vicky Shaw says, “The dimensions of business are changing.”

He suggests small businesses to get associated with big companies and become their suppliers.

Shaw also recommends small traders to register their businesses on the Government of India’s Open Network Digital Commerce (ONDC) app for easy marketing of their products.

“People have to move on,” Shaw says.

Coordinator Directorate of Internal Quality Assurance (DIQA) of the University of Kashmir (KU), Aijaz Akbar Mir concurs with Shaw.

According to Mir, who specialises in Management and Organisational Behaviour, Human Resource Management, Human Resource Development and Industrial Relations, the small traders need to come up with “innovations” and “redesign” or “perish”.

“Change is important. What is relevant today may not be relevant tomorrow,” Mir says. “Small traders need to add more products and go for home delivery.”

Coordinator MBA Financial Management at KU’s School of Business Studies, Irshad Ahmad Malik questions whether small businesses were offering what customers want.

“They are not shifting to the alternate mechanism,” he says. “They also need to lure customers with discounts and go for hybrid mode of sales – both online and in store.”

*****

In a time of gloom at the shop fronts, is the government doing anything for helping the small businesses?

Director Industries and Commerce, Kashmir, Mahmood Ahmad Shah says, “There is nothing in the industrial policy. This comes under rehabilitation.”

However, Shah, who is also Director Handicrafts and Handloom, says that the government is incentivising e-commerce in the handicrafts sector.

When merchants, who usually fight with each other, feel an existential threat at the hands of the “common enemy” e-commerce, the role of the government and the quasi-government institutions like J&K Bank, which has for long been the lifeline of the local economy, becomes all the more important.

Editor of the J&K Bank and its Head of Internal Communication and Knowledge Management (IC&KM) Department, Sajjad Bazaz says, “It is all up to the business plan of the shopkeepers.”

He says that the loan limit given by the bank depends on the working capital.

“Many small traders have already started e-commerce but it only accounts for around 40 percent of the sales while 60 percent customers still visit the stores for a personal experience,” Bazaz says.

*****

In the 1999 Hollywood movie, ‘The Matrix’ that Tate makes references to, Morpheus, a rebel leader played by Laurence Fishburne tells the protagonist Neo, who is played by Keanu Reeves, “The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.”

Are we those hopelessly dependent people who are fighting to protect this world order?

In ‘The Matrix’ Morpheus gives Neo two options, “This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”

Do we have options like Neo and what are those options?

Writer and speaker, Sofo Archon in ‘Escaping the Matrix: 8 Ways to Deprogram Yourself’ writes, “Think of the way most people live: They force themselves to wake up early in the morning, dress up, drive straight to some workplace, spend 8 hours or so doing work they hate, drive back home, surf the Internet or watch TV, and then go to sleep, only to repeat the same routine the next day for almost the rest of their lives.”

For escaping ‘The Matrix’, he suggests breaking the shackles of dogmas, stopping giving your power away to external authority, questioning the dominant economic system, detaching yourself from consumerism, being aware of the media, choosing food carefully, reading eye-opening books, and developing mindfulness.

Archon writes that habits, tradition, and dogmas have turned us into mindless automatons that follow a predetermined path that was forced upon us.

*****

Chairman J&K Hoteliers Club Mushtaq Chaya says that there is a need to change these habits and old traditions.

“Shopkeepers have to become smart,” he says. “The people who are making a fortune out of e-commerce are smart people who used to run small businesses like these shopkeepers.”

However, Chaya calls for extending all possible help to these small traders who are finding it difficult to jump the bandwagon of e-commerce.

Like Chaya, President of Chamber of Commerce and Industry, Kashmir (CCIK), Tariq Rashid Ghani also suggests extending a helping hand to the small businesses keeping in mind the past three decades of turmoil in J&K.

“The traditional shop-keeping has come to an end,” he says. “The government needs to promote local items.”

*****

Nikki Baird in her write up ‘Retail in the 2020s: The Death of Consumerism’ for the ‘Forbes’ writes that the consumers should become sensitive to environment footprints; repair and maintenance sector would grow; businesses should deliver experiences; and traders should rethink how their businesses are organised, rework brand strategies, and remodel stores.

On April 17 last year at the unveiling of a 108-foot tall statue of Hanuman in Morbi, Gujarat, Prime Minister Narendra Modi said: “At our homes, we should only use things made by our people. Imagine the number of people who will get employment due to this. We may like foreign-made goods but these things don’t have the feel of the hard work of our people. In the next 25 years, if we just use local products, there won’t be unemployment for our people.”

In times of brand junkies, in times when duds backed by rich parents go on to become entrepreneurs, extending an olive branch to the small traders would be a revolutionary act.

*****

Greek philosopher Plato in the ‘Allegory of the Cave’ in his work ‘Republic’ describes a group of people who have lived all their lives in a cave. Chained to pillars, they can only see shadows cast on the back wall by a fire burned behind them. These shadows are mere illusions. When one of these men breaks out, he discovers a new world. On returning to the cave, he tells the other men about the reality but they reject it and resent him because reality is an illusion for them and illusion a reality.

However, Friedrich Nietzsche in his book Twilight of the Idols argues that if this ‘reality’ was completely unknowable and beyond grasp, what use could it possibly be.

Sheikh Aijaz, who runs Gulshan Books store at the Residency Road in Srinagar, says that a new reality has already dawned as fewer people were turning up to purchase books at stores.

“Most people now order books from e-commerce sites,” says Aijaz who compensates for the loss of business at the store with ‘Gulshan Books Publishing House’, a vertical the family started years back.

The 17th century French philosopher Rene Descartes in his ‘Meditations on First Philosophy’ suggests that the entire human world is but a world of shadows orchestrated by a deceitful “evil genius”.

Not wanting to chase the shadows, millennials across the world may not be buying diamonds, ‘vocal for local’ may be the in thing in India, but are we ready for putting in an effort to make the change.

Do you want to take the blue pill, or do you want to take the red pill?

The choice is yours.

[8uniform]

School uniforms: What Are the Benefits of Wearing Them?

If you want to know about the various benefits of wearing school uniforms, then continue reading!

[fionagomez-universe]

8uniform: Best School Uniforms Wholesale Suppliers

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[eshaunabarber]

8uniform: Best School Uniforms Wholesale Suppliers

8uniform is a top wholesale supplier of high-quality school uniforms, providing the best value and variety to schools and retailers.

[hemworld1]

From Class to Casual: Wholesale School Uniforms and Girls' Clothes

Are you a retailer looking to cater to the diverse fashion needs of young girls? If so, you're in the right place. In today's blog, we'll explore the exciting world of wholesale school uniforms and girls' clothes, showcasing how these two categories can seamlessly complement each other, allowing you to meet the varied demands of your customers.

School uniforms have long been a staple in many educational institutions, offering a sense of identity and discipline. However, the world of girls' fashion extends far beyond the classroom. When you think of wholesale girls clothes, you're not limited to just school attire. Today's market encompasses a wide range of styles, from casual to formal, ensuring that young girls can express their unique personalities.

Wholesale school uniforms are essential for parents and guardians preparing their children for the academic year. Stocking quality school uniforms ensures you can provide families with the clothing required by schools while offering options for different seasons and climates. Uniforms typically include items like skirts, blouses, polo shirts, and jumpers, and these can serve as a solid foundation for a girl's wardrobe.

While school uniforms provide uniformity, girls' clothes in your wholesale collection allow for personal expression. From vibrant dresses to comfortable leggings, these clothing items offer girls the chance to showcase their individual styles. As a retailer, you have the opportunity to curate a selection that transitions seamlessly from school hours to after-school activities, helping parents simplify their shopping.

By combining wholesale school uniforms and girls' clothing in your inventory, you create a one-stop shop for parents and guardians. When they shop for school uniforms, they can also explore fashionable options for weekend outings, birthday parties, and family gatherings. It's about making the shopping experience convenient and enjoyable for your customers.

To provide your customers with the best of both worlds, it's essential to partner with reliable wholesale suppliers. Look for suppliers who offer a variety of school uniform styles, colors, and sizes, ensuring you have options to suit every school's requirements. Simultaneously, collaborate with brands that specialize in girls' clothing, emphasizing quality, comfort, and the latest trends.

In the world of retail, flexibility and variety are key. By offering both school uniforms and wholesale girls clothes, you can cater to the complete fashion needs of young girls while simplifying the shopping process for their families. From the schoolyard to the playground, you can be the go-to destination for all things girls' fashion. So, get ready to blend the worlds of class and casual in your retail space, and watch your business thrive.

[phlebasphoenician]

All of those people who volunteer - the people who donate their time to do charitable work, to maintain firefighting services, for causes they believe in, at libraries, who run second hand school uniform shops, who coach kids sport, who maintain warehouses of clothing and furniture for refugees who arrive with nothing... all of those people are unpaid and they DO THE JOB ANYWAY.

I know several people who either do unpaid work or who work even though they have money because they want to work.

I’m one of them.

So yes, I support the universal basic income!

Here is a list of pilot programs which have tried it, and the general consensus between them is that it doesn’t induce wholesale unemployment - instead it generally improves educational outcomes.