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shy-urban-hobbit · 9 months

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Can I get something soft with 24. just really needed a hug sort of hug from the Soft tm prompt list for lambden thank you 💕💞

24 - Really needed a hug

Modern au this time! Aiden knows exactly how to make his boyfriend feel better after a hard day at work.

Lambert leaned back in the driver's seat, basking in the first bit of silence he'd had all day and taking a few deep breaths like Vesemir had taught him when he was still an angry teenager (and Lambert would take it to his grave that this shit actually did help to some extent). It hadn't even been a bad day really, just overwhelming.

From the get go it had felt like there were more people in the gym than usual for a weekday. The phone seemed to have developed a sixth sense and rang every single time he went to step away, with most of the queries being of the asinine variety that proved some people didn't have the common sense God gave an ant and as soon as he was finished with a phonecall, someone would pop up at the desk like a lycra clad Jack-in-the-box. He'd had to lecture four different people about the importance of putting the weights back when they were done with them and not just leaving them on the god damn floor (he didn't give a shit if you were going to be using them again in five minutes. Put the fuckers back!). Between all that he'd barely had the time to get his head straight for his classes and private PT sessions, with half of his new clients far more interested in flirting with him than learning how to correctly use the leg press.

He'd practically sprinted out the door when his shift was over, wanting nothing more than to shower and change into his comfy hoodie and sweats - something he usually did at work before he left but he just wanted to get home. It wasn't until he arrived home that his fantasising about curling up on the sofa with Aiden and a ridiculously large pizza was interrupted by the realisation they were supposed to be going out tonight. He groaned loudly. It was just to a local bar with Geralt, Eskel and Jaskier but still....people.

"Hi, love." Aiden called from the kitchen as Lambert kicked the door shut behind him.

"Gonna shower." Lambert replied without stopping and therefore missing Aiden's calculating stare following him from where he stood in the kitchen doorway, halfway to greeting his boyfriend properly before the other had made a beeline for the stairs.

Lambert felt marginally better after standing under the warm water and just existing for a few minutes, finding the contrast soothing as he leaned his forehead against the cool tiles. Somewhat reluctantly he turned the shower off, not looking forward to the frigid air which waited for him on the other side of the shower curtain.

What greeted him instead was a gently smiling Aiden; one of the huge, fluffy, fancy guest towels spread open in his hands, "C'mere." He gave the towel a gentle shake.

Lambert happily obliged, stepping forwards and allowing himself to be enveloped in warmth as Aiden simultaneously hugged and dried him.

"Bad day?"

Lambert awkwardly freed his arms to return the embrace and rest his head on Aiden's shoulder, the others scent more grounding than any breathing exercise, "Just a lot."

Aiden didn't ask him to elaborate, trusting Lambert to share in his own time if he chose to and instead soothingly running the corner of the towel over lambert's hair with one hand whilst the other was a warm weight across his back.

Lambert wasn't sure how much time had passed when he eventually pulled away, "Suppose I'd better go grab some clothes." He sighed

"One step ahead of you." Aiden said, still holding onto Lambert loosely and gesturing with his head to the bundle of very familiar looking fabric sat on the lid of the closed toilet. His favourite hoodie and sweats. He looked at Aiden in confusion, this was hardly 'going out' attire. It was only now he noticed that Aiden was similarly dressed.

"Change of plan." Aiden said nervously, "I figured you might not be up to socialising much and I also know you hate cancelling on your brothers, so I asked Geralt to pick up a couple of pizzas when you were showering and Eskel said he'd bring a few classic DVD's over so you can just focus on the movie if you don't feel like talking?"

Lambert could only stare in mild amazement at how Aiden had unknowingly, somehow read his bloody mind. How the hell did he get this lucky?

He was obviously taking too long to show any outward reaction as Aiden had started to ramble about how it wasn't too late to go back to the original plan if he'd overstepped.

Lambert silenced him by pulling him into a proper hug once again, "Thanks." He mumbled into the Aiden's hair.

Aiden gave him an answering squeeze just as the front door opening followed by a very loud "We come bearing very cheesy sustenance!" Announced the arrival of Geralt and Jaskier.

"Alright, clothes on." Aiden said, releasing Lambert to go and greet the others, "I have no issues with you walking around the house naked but I don't want to give Jaskier the wrong idea."

Lambert rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's smirk, "Not even in his dreams. Wait, isn't that my sweatshirt?

"This was your sweatshirt."

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert

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bodybeyondstories · 11 months

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Gifted - 4

Sam spends the night--and the morning--with Mike and Darius, and ends up with much more than he bargained for.

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Sam arrived at the house in a tight fitting ribbed tank top and yoga pants, looking for all intents and purposes like he was heading to a very different kind of workout. It wasn’t his first time power walking across campus in the middle of the night, in fact, it was a practice he kind of looked forward to. Anticipating the dalliance of the hook up, yes, but also having space for solitude and reflective quiet in the chill night air. But lately he felt like he was broadcasting the booty in booty call. He, more accurately his backside, had been getting an increasing number of intentional glances, double takes, and even indulgent stares, and in the liminal space of a late night campus, he practically felt on display.

Not that he minded. Actually, he kind of liked it. At this point, his only reliable pants were those made of lycra or spandex, but he knew full well his monster booty stuffed into even the stretchiest fabric was something to behold. Sam was in decent shape, and though he worked out on a regular basis, his arms and torso stayed consistently on the lean side. Frustration aside, he did appreciate the way it emphasized his ass even further. From the waist up, he liked spry and handsome, but mostly average. Look down, and his cheeks ballooned into a jiggly shelf, soaking up the attention of anyone in the area.

And that was before these inexplicable changes. He chalked it up to maybe going too hard in the gym, but with a booty like that, why wouldn’t he take leg day seriously? He decided to cut back on heavy compound booty building workouts in favor of isolation movements and cardio, but it just…kept growing. And not just growing, but the shape had shifted noticeably. It had become unnaturally perky, and surprisingly round. It was turning into a dream booty—literally, like someone’s horny daydream of ridiculous proportions. And honestly, he appreciated the changes. He loved the way the fabric of his pants clung even tighter around the circumference of his ass, the visible jiggle of each cheek with every step he took. It was an ass you write poems about, and it was becoming insatiable.

He reasoned that he should probably be concerned about this inexplicable growth approaching comical proportions. This wasn’t something he had ever heard of happening, at least not naturally, and it didn’t show any signs of stopping. But truth be told, he wasn’t really concerned. He imagined showing up at university health services and explaining to them that his ass had gotten too perfect over the course of the semester and it was at risk of hurting his 4.0 GPA with unending sexual attention.

Come to think of it, a lot of the guys in the dorm had also been going through some noticeable changes. Axel had a booty that would be simply unbelievable if it wasn’t eclipsed by his own very real, very juicy posterior. And he didn’t know who Nikhil was trying to fool, hiding that python behind those loose—but not loose enough—sweats. Mental note: see if Nikhil ever needs a study buddy, Sam thought to himself, his hole twitching in anticipation. Maybe it’s something going around, or some experiment gone wrong in the shiny new biomedical complex near the dorm. But no one seemed to be ill or even remotely worried, so he didn’t see why he should be.

That is, until he arrived at the frat house, slipping around back and jaunting up the back porch. Mike’s room was toward the back of the house, and while the rest of the guys were cool with Sam and knew about his midnight visits, there was something about the performance of secrecy that really set the mood. There had been many nights where Sam hung out in the cool night air, waiting for Mike to sneak to the back door and let him in. On occasion, when feeling really frisky, Sam had tapped surreptitiously on Mike’s window before sliding it open and climbing in, aided by the sudden presence of Mike’s huge hands on his ample cheeks.

But tonight, something was off. Granted, it was the wee hours of the morning, but there was a stillness that had some depth to it. As he let himself in, he felt a weight in the air, followed by a wave of musk. Like an olfactory molasses, it percolated every nook and cranny of the old house, flowing over and into him as he entered. He felt a tingle up and down his spine, followed by a warmth in his loins, spreading from his taint to his hole, producing a wave of slow pleasure as he flexed his prodigious ass cheeks.

That musk not only smelled faintly of Mike, but felt like him, and somehow, on some deep level, he knew that Mike’s room was not the source, but Mike was. As if being pulled by some powerful pheromone, he crept past Mike’s door, continuing on to the living room. Here, the feeling was at its most powerful. Time seemed to slow down and he could feel his heart beating in his ears as his eyes fell on some monstrous form in the darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he realized it was not one form, but multiple, a cuddle puddle of muscular bodies huddled around one recognizably human, yet outlandishly huge shape. From this angle, he was met with a pair of basketball sized butt cheeks covered with a light coating of hair, backgrounded by a monstrous arm covering someone he now recognized as Darius. As the pressure inside his body grew, he was losing his ability to think straight. With his recent changes, he had been constantly horny and in frequent need of filling and release, but this was…something else. Something deeper. The energy in the room seemed to break, ever so slightly, as this massive form shifted toward him, Mike’s shaggy head finally coming into view.

“Hey buddy,” said a voice that was recognizably Mike’s, but moreso if it was modulated into a ground shaking, silky baritone that almost brought him to orgasm right there on the spot. “Glad you could make it.”

What happened next was some sort of orgasmic blur, the small shifts in angles of sunlight and assemblages of purples, pinks, and oranges entering through the window the only reassurance that time was indeed passing on the scale of hours rather than stretched out eternities of carnal bliss.

The sky outside was still a deep indigo when Sam found Mike’s strong tongue thrusting deeper inside his waiting hole than a lot of dicks he had encountered, his friend eating him out like the last supper. The first rays of the waxing sunrise refracted through his eyelids as he closed them in concentration, taking inch after inch of Mike’s prodigious cock. It had already been massive before his freakish growth spurt, but this was simply otherworldly, sliding in and out of his pulsing hole with surprising grace. He noticed the pinkish tint of clouds on the horizon as he let himself be supported by the corded muscle of Darius’s arms, early morning birdsong mixing with the moans of the other guys in the room as they finally stirred to life. He was lost in ecstasy, slowly coming to the realization that the cuddle puddle he had first walked into had turned into a circle of ceremonial weight with him at the center, riding Mike’s baseball bat of a dick with agonizing slowness, Darius tenderly behind him, and the others lazily exploring each other’s bodies as they gazed at the scene with reverence.

When Mike finally came, a shockwave of sexual release pulsed through the molasses of erotic ether that had permeated the space, everyone’s jaw going slack with mind numbing, cellular, subatomic orgasmic tremors. Sam lost any notion of where his body ended and anyone else’s began, falling into a vortex of sweat, musk, and cum that he couldn’t imagine ever climbing out of.

After a short eternity, he did in fact come to, awakening back to reality, or at least whatever wildly altered version of it in which they now resided. He was still wrapped protectively in Darius’s arms, feeling his soft, warm breath against the nape of his neck, Darius’s hand caressing a distended belly full of what could only be Mike’s cum. He felt content, filled up in a way that he hadn’t been in a long while.

Darius himself was awakened by the comically loud growl coming from the center of the room, which it took Sam a long pause to realize had been Mike’s hungry stomach.

“He cleaned out the fridge already,” said Darius absentmindedly. “Snack run?” he asked Sam, nuzzling into his ear.

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Darius cruised through early morning traffic like it wasn’t his first time gathering sustenance after a night-turned-early morning of fun and games. And it wasn’t. Though this time he would probably need a second shopping cart full of protein, carbs, and electrolytes that wasn’t for the entire house so much as one very large person. As one of a handful of people around with a car–though it was as old as he was and had been found through some mysterious circumstance or some lost bet, depending on who’s asking and who’s telling–he had made this exact trip to Shuck’s, the local grocery store, many a bleary eyed morning. But this was different.

For one, he was pretty sure it was Sam’s first time riding in his well traveled Honda. On occasion, he had run into Sam in the early morning sneaking from Mike’s room and offered a ride, but Sam always demurred, saying something about the quiet and how nice the morning was. He never pushed, but was glad to finally be spending some time together without the jolly giant that they both had unclear and undefined, yet tender relations with.

And it seemed like Sam possibly felt the same way, curled in the passenger seat, shoes off with one foot resting on the glove compartment, his eyes drifting back and forth between the clouds above and the Sun’s touch on Darius’s golden brown face in profile, focused on the road. His right hand rested on his still cum filled belly, which made an odd gurgling sound periodically, his left hand intertwined with Darius’s right, which was nestled in the warmth of Sam’s inner thigh. It felt like they hadn’t broken physical contact in hours and had no intention to do so any time soon. It just felt natural, like they didn’t see the point of being apart.

But what was mildly unnerving, and what Sam was silently confirming to himself, was that Darius’s hand was noticeably larger than he had remembered it being, even compared to earlier that morning. In fact, his arms and shoulders looked like they weren’t just jacked but also disproportionately long. He was already a respectably sized guy, and his torso and legs looked mostly the same, save the juicy bulge filling his crotch, but now he could probably palm a basketball with ease. And judging by the small facial twitches of concentration and coordination, he looked like he was just getting used to driving with these awkward proportions.

As they passed through the automatic doors, being mindful of the pernicious slight delay in need of repair, Sam was hit with a chill. Shuck’s always felt like they had just got central AC and really wanted you to know. Seeing Sam shiver in his tank top and leggings from the previous night, Darius took the opportunity to slide one big hand along the small of Sam’s back, resting on the top of his prodigious right butt cheek, cuddling him from the side as he pushed the shopping cart.

As they headed to the frozen food section, reasoning that they could fill the chest freezer in the house, Darius’s face turned thoughtful as he gave Sam’s ass a playful squeeze. “Hmm, what’s the point of comparison with this ass these days?” he asked, smiling down at him. “Volleyballs? Basketballs?”

Sam laughed with mock annoyance, resting his head briefly on Darius’s meaty shoulder. “At this point, watermelons might be closer.”

“Watermelons?” said a voice, seemingly from nowhere. “They’re still in the back. Just came in!”

Sam and Darius were certain they were alone in the aisle, and that voice definitely wasn’t the overhead speaker, but as they rotated their heads, they finally caught sight of the speaker, looking down at them from the next aisle over.

“Justin?” asked Sam. “I didn’t know you were working today.”

Justin was also a resident of Richards Hall, who Sam was pretty sure lived directly above him. And he was pretty sure he was no stranger to the changes happening to many of their other dormmates. Case in point: the fact that Justin’s sleepy smile and the very top of his mustard yellow Shuck’s employee polo–looking too small over his broad shoulders–could be seen over the top of the shelves. He was already a tall dude, but in recent months, he had seemed to just elongate in every direction, becoming more lithe and graceful, but also steadily outgrowing his surroundings.

“Let me run and grab one for you,” said Justin. “Be right back!”

“I, um,” muttered Sam, trying to find the words to say that he hadn’t been discussing a literal watermelon, but actually his ridiculously overdeveloped ass cheeks. He didn’t get a chance however, as Justin turned and loped off towards the back of the store.

“Well I think watermelon’s a great idea,” Darius said with a chuckle. “Mike could probably get through one in a single sitting, and then some.”

“We should figure out some new clothes for him. He definitely won’t fit into anything he had before.”

“Hm. One thing at a time,” Darius replied, picking up on the increasingly loud gurgle from Sam’s belly. “I don’t think he needs to leave the house anytime soon. He could probably attend class virtually, since none of the rooms are set up for a ten foot tall super jock.”

“Obviously, there are some weird changes going around, but this is a little extreme, right?”

“I guess, yeah. I should be more worried, but when I’m in the house, especially around him, I’m just…not.”

“Yeah, I noticed that, too. We’ll have to figure something out.”

As they moved through the aisles, grabbing a little of everything in sight, they speculated on the logistics of getting their giant lover to some sort of tailor–Would he even fit through the doorway?--or to a gym with equipment of his size, or specially made seats so his big ass could fit in a lecture hall. Somewhere between the cases of energy drinks and the family size packs of frozen pizzas, they had lost their joint train of thought on the predicament at hand, or even on Mike in general. They were dragging their feet moseying through an early morning supermarket comparing star signs, talking about post-graduation plans, and bickering over name brand vs. generic nutrition bars.

Sam was really taking a liking to Darius on this impromptu grocery store date. He brought a grounding energy to the weirdness of the situation, and was refreshingly chill and pragmatic. He felt like maybe he should’ve taken him up on one of those offers for a ride home post-booty call, as they had a chemistry that he didn’t expect.

“Ya know,” said Sam, “once we get this all figured out, maybe one day we could–”

He was interrupted by a tight pain in his abdomen, the noise from his stomach becoming louder and more insistent. He bent over, almost kneeling on the ground.

“Are you okay?” asked Darius. “Let me help.”

“No, no, it’s fine, " Sam demurred, his face showing visible discomfort as waves of heat radiated from his core, producing a sharp tingling sensation throughout his lower half. His vision blurred momentarily as he found himself suddenly short of breath, his abs contracting harshly with every heartbeat, settling into an intense rhythm of cramps down to his feet.

Finally he caught his breath, coming back to reality to find Darius’s strong, supportive hands cradling his torso. “Was that a panic attack? How do you feel?” Darius asked. Hethought that maybe the stress of the past several hours had been too much to bear, and was mentally preparing to forget about the cartload of groceries and get Sam back to the car. He figured that with his newfound muscularity, carrying Sam in his arms would be a breeze with the smaller man. Except, as he quickly came to realize, he no longer was the smaller man.

As Sam stood back up, holding Darius’s dense shoulder for support, he had the disorienting realization that he was now slightly above eye level with his friend, who had already come to the same conclusion. Sam’s lean torso looked exactly as it always had in his teal tank top, not a trace of the cum filled belly from their early morning festivities. But his legs had become tree trunks. Not just longer, but packed with dense, corded muscle, which is to say nothing of the even more massive, gravity-defying cheeks now straining his already-stressed leggings.

Taking stock of the situation, they were interrupted by the insistent growl of Sam’s stomach. He was suddenly starving in an all too familiar way. It’s a good thing we’re at a supermarket, he thought to himself, before realizing that he needed something else. He felt a deep, primal hunger, his hole needing to be filled again.

“I…found the watermelon,” said Justin, who at some point had appeared behind them, his face frozen with some combination of awe and lust. His eyes were unapologetically glued to Sam’s ass. As Darius took stock of the store employee, he noticed that his polo was riding up, not only leaving a couple of inches of slightly furry abs exposed, but also revealing a juicy bulge in his uniform khakis snaking farther and farther along his left hip, twitching ever so slightly.

Justin’s hands were itching to take care of it, or at least follow the impulse to cover up a manhood that in recent months had become impossible to hide. But he held the watermelon at chest height, still holding the pose he had used to excitedly present the fruit to the sole customers in the store. The tips of his fingers turning white against the melon’s dark green flesh, he could only mutter “Oh, um…wow.”

“Wow is right,” replied Sam, eyeing Justin’s achingly long pipe with raw hunger in his eyes.

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Matt, meanwhile, was laying awake in the early morning sun, doing some soul searching as his eyes scanned the ceiling. He knew how his powers worked. Or at least he had a reliable enough idea. But something was off.

While causing these changes to someone, deliberately or not, he can feel those connections as metaphysical strings with their own unique resonances. As he watched Axel bop around the room in nothing but a pair of tortured bikini briefs, he could feel a very familiar hum, a copper-gold resonance that he had come to treasure in his friend. But the pull from Mike last night was deep and discordant. It had already had some bass to it, but since the party, and their unfortunate encounter, it had become gradually louder, dropping a full octave below the usual. But then, briefly, it became its own polyrhythmic band, which had never happened before. Now he could feel multiple other strings that he hadn’t plucked but were now resonating with what he knew to be Mike’s tune.

He made a mental note to investigate after he dealt with his burgeoning feelings for Nikhil. But as Axel slipped into the bathroom for his morning shower, his plump cheeks bouncing back and forth beneath his towel, he received a call from none other than Mike. He had been dreading this, mainly because he was not good at conflict resolution, but had a sneaking suspicion that he was likely in the wrong. Or had maybe just misunderstood, or deliberately misinterpreted, the situation.

Mike’s voice was surprisingly deep, but carefully, deliberately restrained. “Hey, so, whatever this is, I need you to make it stop. When does it stop?”

Matt was dumbfounded, leaving several seconds of heavy silence as he struggled for a response, aware of only Mike’s steady breathing and the hiss of the shower in the next room.

Mike, a worried yet apologetic note creeping into his voice, said “Look, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. I didn’t know you and Nikhil had a thing. But whatever this is, whatever you dosed me with, please undo it. Is there an antidote? It won't stop.”

“What won’t stop?” Matt asked far too soon, as the thread connecting him to Mike sparked like a live wire or an exposed nerve, lighting up his mental map.

As if on cue, Mike groaned into the phone. “It’s…happening again. Dude, please. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”

Matt heard a thud in the background, as if Mike’s phone had been suddenly dropped onto the old hardwood of the frat house. Then Mike’s voice, from a slight distance, “Oh, that feels so good, keep going.”

It didn’t take much for Matt to realize he was talking to someone else in the room, maybe multiple someone elses. Then it clicked. The whammy Matt must have put on Mike had worked too well, and he was becoming something beyond even Matt’s expectations. The odd rhythms of the energetic connection to Mike had been waves of changes coursing through his body, but possibly others’ too. He had no idea how this was happening, but he felt responsible. Another layer of chaos to this whole situation.

“I-I’m on my way,” he stuttered. “I’ll figure something out.”

“Yeah, buddy,” responded Mike, his voice having switched from tense and subdued to a sultry moan. “Come, through, we’re waitin’ for ya.”

Matt, with a sinking feeling in his gut, realized that this was even further out of his wheelhouse. He didn’t quite know what was going on, or even how to fix it, but he had to do something. At the very least, he thought to himself, I might have some explaining to do.

#male tf #ass growth #butt growth #dick growth #growth

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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📓 ❤️

Little bit left field this one that I've talked at length about with @howdoyousleep3

But a massive college AU that started out with... *pause for dramatic effect*

Swim Coach!Lloyd Hansen x College Senior!Reader (There were other fun characters *cough* football coach!August Walker who teaches self defense and Women's Studies Professor!Ari *cough* included but Lloyd was the main one I discussed)

It's your last year of classes, and your advisor (who I am imagining as Nick Fowler) tells you have to take a PE class to graduate, a stupid silly credit your degree requires that you missed/forgot about. And the only place available is in Coach Hansen's Advanced Competition Swim course. It's going to be a soft!dark au, aka you don't exactly say no but he is mean and manipulative.

I just have visions of him bending you over a swim block, the grit digging into their swim suit and skin as he fucks you from behind, his whistle dangling right next your face, with in reach of you being able to blow it if you wanted him to stop but you don't.

"You and this fucking lycra, Sunshine. Fowler really must want me to do him a favour."

"Gotta stretch out, Sunny, can't have you cramping on me. Gotta be loose and wet for practice."

"You're going to hold my whistle between those slutty lips and every time you make a sound, I'm going to spank you."

Tags: age gap, soft dark au, college au, imbalance of power, manipulation, slight bullying, dubious consent, teacher/student relationship, improper use of a whistle, ruined kink, the crying kink I can't remember the name of, putting away wet, videoing, blackmail, revenge porn, impact play/punishment

#sloth asks #navybrat817 #fics that live in my brain rent free #ask games #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen

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kickthecan-revolution · 1 year

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Morning.

I dreamt about my mom for the first time last night. She was bringing a bridesmaid dress for me to wear - she was busy, distracted, and the dress for me to try on was a tight Lycra dress - white with a loose pink jacket over it - but somewhere in my mind, I knew that the dress was a light material loose fit with a pink lacy skirt. We were at the venue and I asked her where the right dress was, and I felt her confusion and her distracted business and the likelihood that she’d brought the wrong dress, but we were out of time, the wedding was starting in a few minutes.

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eilooxara · 1 year

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People who make image descriptions sure do choose the randomest details to describe

It's annoying tbh

Like. I often don't watch videos for Reasons and instead I go looking for an image description and it's always so many goddamn words describing shit that I wouldn't notice or care about if I were watching the video

[id: a person in a loose-fitting cherry-red t-shirt made of 95% cotton and 5% lycra stands just to the left of center in the vertically-oriented frame. They have blue eyes and unusually short eyelashes. Their stance is stiff and their back straight, as if to suggest they wish to appear attentive or soldier-like. The room is painted off-white with slight cracking on the ceiling surrounding an accumulation of soot directly above the person. They are on fire.]

#eilooxology #eilooxara bitches about tumblr #eilooxara shitposts

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wildishmazz · 2 years

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What is going on in this picture? Are we looking at Dawn Buckland understudying Electra, or are we looking at her dressing up in someone else’s costume for a laugh? The wiki says performance, but it's almost impossibleto cite(fair enough - I know I saw Sam Lane play Princey, but I can’t prove it), so let's do some forensic analysis.

From top to bottom:

The wig is clearly old, and looks too big for her.

No microphone is visible on her forehead, but there is a white blob hovering near her mouth on the left of the picture that could be a mic head. It would be consistent with other Electras; not everyone had their mic glued to their face.

She isn’t wearing elbow pads, despite having gauntlets and gloves on which would have to go on last. The gauntlets do however reach almost all the way down her forearms, so it’s possible that she couldn’t fit elbow pads as well and the decision was made to prioritise the gloves.

The light up chest box is indistinguishable from Richard Mylan’s. Its fabric jacket is hanging loose on her.

That’s a Joule belt, not an Electra belt - fair enough, the men’s belts were in two parts that buckled at the sides, and were only adjustable by a couple of inches. It’s plausible that none of the existing Electra belts would buckle small enough to fit her.

The kneepads, unlike the rest of the hard accessories, are not too big for her.

The unitard fits her perfectly. It would be possible for the legs to be far too long for her without it showing, she could have feet of fabric bunched up around her calves and ankles without it showing, but the full length of the sleeve and torso are visible and there is no excess material to be seen. Additionally, the pattern of the lightning strikes does not match any picture of comparable Electras, where enough detail is visible for a comparison to be made. It is odd that she has a codpiece, though.

Her skates are silver, so she wasn’t about to go on as Ashley, Volta, or Joule. That particular light up chest box didn’t come into the show until 1995, when Dawn Buckland was first cast Ashley - if this picture was taken that year, she must have been covering a silver-skated character higher ranking than Ashley(so Pearl, Dinah, or - perhaps - Electra) to not have bronze skates. If it dates from any later, though, she would have been a swing and much likelier to have silver skates already, to cover Pearl, Dinah, Buffy, or Wrench.

It’s the unitard and the belt that persuade me the most that this was for performance, rather than for fun. If the context was that she was putting on someone else’s costume just to take pictures, there would be no need for the belt to fit properly - she could pose in a belt that was too big with no negative consequences. There would be no need to compromise and substitute in an accessory from a different character’s costume. She would not, however, be able to perform the show with the handles on the back shifting around all over the place - it wouldn’t be safe for other performers who need to trust that they are where they’re supposed to be when skating in a train.

Unitards are cheaper to make than the plastic, leather, and metal accessories. It isn’t far-fetched to believe that an understudy would have their own lycra costume pieces but share accessories. In fact, correspondence from Parsons-Meares in 1987 confirms this to be the case for other productions.

There is a fine old tradition of Starlight Express actors dressing up in each other’s costumes for fun or for muckup matinées, so there’s no absolute guarantee that a backstage picture of a particular actor in a particular costume means that they went on stage wearing it, especially if they are not visibly wired for sound; but there are enough details here that deviate from what one would expect to see if someone was just messing around to persuade me that it’s more likely than not a backstage snap from an actual performance.

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National Jersey Friday

National Jersey Friday occurs every first Friday in November, on November 4 this year, to the delight of sports fans around the country who get to wear the jerseys of their favorite sports personalities. People of all ages can cheer for their favorite teams together and organize special sporting activities where heated arguments about past games and events will ensue. This Friday will unearth rivalries yet bring unity. And it goes beyond soccer. Every other team sport that requires jersey uniforms is included in the fun. Any lover of sports can join in the common camaraderie to observe National Jersey Friday and proudly wear their jerseys.

History of National Jersey Friday

The term ‘jersey’ comes from the island of Jersey in the English Channel where natives have a long tradition of knitting, and the earliest sports clothing was made. The first gymnasts were from Germany. They wore grey linen uniforms at first, but by the 1890s, cotton shirts became more common. When team sports emerged with the need to tell players apart, their shirts were dyed in many different colors, and symbols and numbers were sewn on. At the 1896 Olympics, athletes from the same nation wore different clothes to compete. By the 1908 London Games, uniform clothing regulations were put in place for all competitors, and the word ‘jersey’ was mentioned for the first time in a sportswear context. The first sports jerseys were made with cotton or wool fabrics before synthetic versions like nylon and lycra came about in the ’30s. The first synthetic jerseys were quite uncomfortable, yet by the ’70s, they were the most popular and seen as perfect for sports.

Not until 1970 did sports teams begin to create a strong identity for themselves and take the idea of commercializing their shirts seriously, starting from when English football team Leeds United became the first to design shirts that could be sold to fans as replicas in 1975. Moved by the success, other clubs followed suit, adding manufacturers’ logos and a higher trim level to their shirt designs. Jerseys became even more mainstream when German team Eintracht Braunschweig became the first to sign a deal to display a sponsor’s logo on the front of their shirts. By the ’80s and ’90s, almost all major clubs had signed such deals, increasing the value of sponsorships, especially for larger teams. In the U.S., the North American Soccer League was the first to experiment with printing the players’ names on their shirts and assigning each player a squad number.

The day was started by the National Football League Players Association, to bring fans together, and build a sense of community through the uniforms of their sports teams. Wear the jersey of your favorite sports player to observe National Jersey Friday today. Wear it to work, school, restaurants, and or even around your home.

National Jersey Friday timeline

1908The First Jersey Regulation

All participants of the London Games are given regulations that mandate them to wear “a sleeved jersey and loose drawers to the knees” or be exempted.

1916First Numbered Uniforms

The Cleveland Indians are the first MLB team to have numbered jerseys.

August 1928First Match Appearance

The first numbered jerseys are worn for a soccer match between Arsenal and Sheffield.

1932First Wimbledon Shorts

Henry Austin wears shorts to Wimbledon, the first player ever to do this, to the amusement of the spectators.

2015First National Jersey Friday

National Jersey Friday is first celebrated when the National Football League Players Association initiates it to bring all sports fans together.

National Jersey Friday FAQs

What is a jersey called in England?

Jersey. Jersey is one of the most common words for a shirt in England, especially when it’s used around the context of football or soccer.

What is a shirt jersey?

A shirt made with jersey knitted fabric. The word ‘jersey’ represents the knit and not its constituents.

Why are sports jerseys so expensive?

With a reputation as a premium commodity among fans, the quality and intricacy of the finishing, and the limited supply from one source controlling a monopoly for each sport, sports jerseys are in very high demand, further increasing their value.

Do players repeat jerseys?

Players only wear their jerseys once these days. Charities frequently request that sporting clubs donate these worn jerseys, others are swapped with opponents, and so on.

National Jersey Friday Activities

Wear your team’s jersey

Take selfies

Go social

How else can you put your fandom on display this National Jersey Friday? Celebrate by proudly wearing your favorite player’s jersey throughout the day! If you ever get bored of wearing one, pick another one and wear that too.

Share an image of yourself in your team’s jersey online for the world to see. Take hundreds of selfies and select the best of them to share.

Social media is where bants happen when it comes to sports. Go in and be brutal. Post about your team and profess your undying love for them. Use #JerseyFriday while you’re at it to track conversations around National Jersey Friday.

5 Fun Facts About Jerseys

The true jerseys are cows

The jersey numbers are associated with positions

The first player numbers were hand-sewn

The Olympics played a part

Dak Prescott has the best-selling jersey

Yes, the use of the word ‘jersey’ to refer to sports uniforms came from the island that invented the knitting style, but the island itself is named after a British breed of small dairy cattle called the Jersey, which has been pure-bred since the 1500s.

The soccer player’s jersey numbers usually correlate with his/her position on the field.

In the early 1900s, player numbers were sewn on by hand.

Even though competitive sports have always existed, the return of the Olympics in 1896 created an interest in functional sportswear that led to the discovery of jerseys.

According to popular sporting goods retailer, Dick’s Sporting Goods, Dallas Cowboys’ star quarterback Dak Prescott has the best-selling jersey, edging out New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady.

Why We Love National Jersey Friday

It celebrates our love for our team

We get to banter with rivals

A chance to hang out with fellow sports fans

National Jersey Friday celebrates our love for our favorite sports team. On this day, we bask in the glory of sports and unite for it. We wear our favorite team jerseys, gift them to friends, and more.

We ignite good old banter of rivalries for old tradition’s sake. National Jersey Friday is no doubt a day we love because of the bants.

National Jersey Friday wouldn’t be so fun without the presence of fellow fans of the sports and players we love. We get to make new friends with a connection as powerful as sports.

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