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Can you make a how to live like song jia for a day ?

How to live like song jia ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ the perfect routine to boost your self-esteem

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Song Jia! These routines are perfect for people who want to slowly build unbreakable confidence, like freezia!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

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✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🤍 Jia starts her mornings drinking a cup of water or coffee on an empty stomach, this can help to boost your metabolism and detox your body. I would recommend to drink water rather than coffee, since this could have some negative side effects.

Next step is to say some affirmations in front of the mirror, saying affirmations like 'I look so pretty today' or 'my skin looks so healthy' or simply being kinder to ourselves can ease stress, allow us to face difficulty more courageously, and feel more content and confident!

Now it's time for skincare, Jia emphasizes on having a healthy skincare, for this you will need to create a routine based on your skin type (dry, oily, combination, sensitive, normal or acne prone) and your skin concerns (black heads, bumps, irritation, scars, etc.), please make sure to consult a professional before using anything on your face! Now Jia usually cleanses her face with a foam cleanser and then use toner, a moisturizing ampule, moisturizer and sunscreen! She makes sure to apply the products on her neck too.

After skincare it's time to get dressed, while we wait for the products to absorb! Jia is a really fashionable girl, make sure to have fun with the textures, shapes and color combinations to make the best outfit and boost it using accessories like hats or sunglasses, don't forget to get a matching bag and shoes too!

Time for makeup! Jia's daily makeup consist of BB cream, mascara, eyebrow pencil and lipstick, but if she's shooting something she will add contour, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner and highlighter to the routine!

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🎀 When Jia goes to her Chinese classes she pays attention and does activities in her book, she also practices writing random things like her name! She memorizes vocabulary and practice a little with her friends in the same class.

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🦢 Jia recommends to work out at least for 20 minutes per day! She usually does simple waist or legs exercises while standing up looking at her phone or watching TV.

Also she goes to Pilates classes so you can try to do a 20 minute Pilates workout video like this one.

✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🩰 To boost your self-esteem Jia says that we have to at least take 2 days of the week (Saturday and Sunday) on really taking care and spend time with ourselves.

First detangle your hair using a hairbrush, then hop on the shower and use shampoo, conditioner and a hair mask to treat your hair. Then wash your body using a shower gel and a body scrub. Jia uses a soothing gel, thermal water and a body lotion to moisturize her body after shower, she massages the products on her skin to relax her muscles. After 30 minutes, she dries her hair with cold air. After, you can trim your split ends or take care of your nails if necessary.

As a part of self-care, do chores like doing laundry or washing the dishes so you can start relaxing on a tidy place (you can also light an scented candle). Also, Jia takes her vitamins for her hair and overall health.

Now it's time to enjoy our hobbies! Having hobbies help us with both our physical and mental health, plus having our alone time makes us more comfortable with ourselves and help with self -discovery, Jia haves a good set of hobbies that she spends most of her time doing like oil painting, doing DIYs, watching dramas like insider, taking care of her dogs, cooking and baking, playing video games and golf!

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🌷 Finally, Jia spends her night taking care of her skin! First she washes her hands, the uses a cleansing oil or milk, then she uses makeup remover on her eyes if the cleanser didn't take off her eyeliner for example, then she uses a foam cleanser and toner to finish cleanse her skin. After she uses a hydrating mist and ampule, a dermatologic treatment, sheet mask, lip balm and moisturizer (remember to apply it on the neck too!) after she uses a gua sha to massage her face.

as a part of skincare, make sure to sleep at least 8 hours everyday and drink enough water to wake up with perfect skin!

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Heyyy ty for reading!! This is my first request everrrr I'm so excited <3 🥹🥹, sorry for being inactive, school has been killing me but I'm finally on my summer break! Also sorry this took me a lot of time to do >.< i had to do a marathon of Jia's videos to make this

Hehe i think that's all stay tuned ໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა

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[dawn-moths]

"40 — Love"

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

word count: 3,700+

(After watching Nanami and Gojo’s tennis matches for so long, you decide you want to try your hand at the game. Luckily, you just so happen to have access to the perfect teacher.)

disclaimer/content warning: nothing explicit but still some suggestive content, minors please dni! set in my i’ll be your angel au (sugar daddy nanami), use of the word “daddy”, reader is called “angel, baby, sweetheart, princess”, size difference, jealous gojo satoru. 

*ao3 mirror*

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The early summer’s evening sun beat down against the tennis court, the first gentle shades of what would eventually morph into a blazing sunset blanketing over you from where you lounged beneath the partial shade of an umbrella, the diamonds studding your ears and wrapped around your wrist winking in the soft amber light. Every movement you made caught Nanami’s eye, little glittering flashes of the newest jewels he’d gifted you distracting him like a magpie eagerly searching for a fresh sparkling trinket.

But he kept forcing himself to avert his gaze, umber eyes hidden beneath the lenses of his sunglasses as he trained his stare on his opponent. Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, was somewhat reveling in Nanami’s distraction. Perhaps now he might actually stand a chance at scoring a point against the blonde.

Satoru figured it would be hard for him to take his own eyes off of you, if you’d been visible from his side of the court. But, as was Nanami’s preference, Gojo’s back was facing you, though that still didn’t do much to stop him from trying to show off. If anything, it only encouraged him. Just a single glimpse of you in your sporty little baby blue skirt and crop top, the clothing hugging your sunkissed curves so deliciously it nearly had Satoru salivating despite the dryness his mouth had earned from all the recent exertion, it was enough to inspire him to give it his all on the court today, that was for certain.

Not that he ever took it easy when competing against Nanami, whether you were present or not.

And while Gojo excelled at plenty of other skills, Nanami Kento was a force to be reckoned with when there was a racket in his hands.

As Nanami sent the ball zooming past Satoru once again, earning himself another point (they weren’t keeping score, Nanami had said, just practicing, letting off some steam at the end of a long and busy day, but you’d secretly been keeping track the entire time, and so far, your Daddy was undeniably undefeated) you let out a cheer.

Nanami flicked his gaze over to you and gave a confident smirk and a thumbs up. No wonder he always won. He had the best good luck charm any man could ask for. And if Gojo thought blue was his color, today, it seemed, the shade belonged to Nanami through and through. He swept his gaze along your form, tracing from the big velvet scrunchie secured around your high ponytail all the way down to your pristine white sneakers.

He knew your favorite thing about joining your Daddy on his athletic activities was, of course, the cute outfits you got to model for him. And his favorite part, other than getting the chance to admire his favorite little cheerleader in between matches, was the fact that he’d get to take each and every article of clothing off of you later that night.

In the past, you’d participated alongside Nanami in some of his favorite physical hobbies— like golf or swimming or, like today, tennis— trying so hard to keep up with his speed and his strength and his skill. And weren’t you just so precious, thinking you could even come close to matching him? Because you couldn’t compete with him even if you wanted to. No one— not even Satoru— was a match for Nanami’s powerful tennis stroke.

You’d spent several afternoons as of late serving as a spectator, watching them play while you sat under your private little veil of shade and sipped pink lemonade, idly attempting to read through a book. But the thing about Nanami and Satoru’s tennis matches was, once the grunting and the sweat and the competition really began, you couldn’t focus on anything else. Couldn’t take your eyes off them, cold drink and paperback fiction all but forgotten as you sat up in your lounge chair, practically on the edge of your seat, leaning in as you peered over the delicate frames of your heart shaped sunglasses to watch them racing across the green top.

“Nice one!” Gojo called across to his casual-partner-turned-brutal-opponent as Nanami sent the ball back over the net in a clean, controlled arc. “But don’t forget this is—” His sentence was cut off with a growl as he hit the ball back with enough force to emit an audible crack echoing across the gardens. “A competition!”

Nanami leapt to hit the ball back in time, your breath catching when you feared he might actually miss. But at the last second, almost too fast for your eyes to keep track of, his racket sent it rushing back towards the man opposite him. Gojo dove for the ball but missed it by just a hair, the little blur of lime green slamming into the chain link fence with a shuddering rattle.

“Don’t get cocky now, Satoru!” Nanami teased, finally able to take a moment to catch his breath as Gojo went to retrieve the ball, raking a hand through tousled, sweat-streaked blonde strands. His lips cracked into an arrogant smirk, clearly not intent on taking his own advice. “Besides,” he added, lowering his voice a bit as he cast a glance your way. “You really think I’ll lose while she’s watching?”

Gojo peered over his shoulder, snowy locks damp and sticking to his temples and the back of his neck, a water bottle gripped in one hand while he used his other to fan his body with his black t-shirt. He couldn’t help but grin then too. Maybe if he had a good luck charm as perfect and pretty as you, he might actually manage to beat Nanami just once.

“Y’know, we might need to make a new rule,” Gojo suggested as he turned back to face Nanami, taking a few quick gulps of the flavored electrolytes. When he was done, he let out a satisfied sigh and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, lazily gesturing his tennis racket towards Nanami, he continued, “I could consider you bringing along your little cheerleader as cheating. Let’s see how you’d do without her around, shall we?”

Nanami’s gaze darkened at the prospect of the challenge, but ultimately his smile held steady. “How could I?” he replied, gently jovial. His full attention was on you now, and you resisted the urge to get up and saunter over to him upon his beckoning stare. “Besides, I promised I’d give her a lesson or two after we were done.”

“That mean we’re calling this match?” asked Satoru with a slightly defeated scoff.

Nanami could tell how eager you were to come over, so as he said, “Yeah. Better luck next time, I guess,” he gave you a beckoning wave.

You sprung up from your seat, trotting over across the court with a beaming smile, wearing a brightness to rival the season’s sunny weather. “Is your game over, Daddy?” you asked with that adorable sweetness lacing your tone, all watermelon-sugar and honey drizzled peaches.

What Gojo wouldn’t give to have a girl like you to call his own.

The moment you were within reach, Nanami was pulling you protectively against his side, one of his strong arms cradling your shoulders as you nuzzled further into his loving touch. “I’d say it is, princess,” he cooed, melting in your presence like a popsicle left out in the sun. Then he cast a somewhat taunting glance over at Satoru and added, “I mean, unless Gojo is intent on losing again today?”

Gojo flashed a mean, sharp smile, all pearly white teeth and malice, and then coughed out a huff of a chuckle, something cold and vengeful shining in those elysian blues. “Mark my words, Kento,” he taunted, “one of these days, I’m gonna annihilate you, and when I do…” His gaze then shifted to you, scanning up and down your form, trying hard not to let it stick on the soft flesh of your exposed thighs, the dip of your waist and the little sliver of your tummy that showed in the space between your skirt’s waistband and the hem of your top, the curve of your breasts and the bit of cleavage that peeked out from the V-neck. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, pink and wanting, right before he concluded with, “Good luck charm or not, she won’t be able to save you.”

You felt a little tense then, the energy suddenly seeming to shift as Gojo wore an expression that you swore was hungry. And, god, how tempted he was to make a bet with Nanami, wager a night with you— hell, even just ten minutes— as the prize for one of their weekly matches. And Nanami, being confident in his own ability, relying a little too heavily on his unbroken winning streak, might just be in a playful or arrogant enough mood to entertain Gojo’s little whims.

“Sure,” he’d reply, sarcastic and cocky. “If you can beat me, I’ll even let you have her in my bed.”

And that…

That would be just enough of a stake to seal the deal. To cause Gojo Satoru to become even more relentless than he normally was on the court against his oldest friend.

That would be the time Gojo finally won.

And he’d relish in making Nanami eat his overconfident words just before he’d drown in the pleasure of finally being able to have a taste of you— the one thing in the world he couldn’t buy for himself no matter how many figures his bank account secured.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you for the rematch next week,” Gojo shrugged, his predatory gaze morphing back into something light and unbothered, a look belonging to the Gojo you were more used to. After gathering his things, he gave you a playful little wave goodbye and said, “Don’t go easy on him now!” Nanami offered to walk Satoru out, but Gojo waved him off, saying, “I know my way out. Now teach her well so someday I can drag Megumi or Yuji or Nobara along and we can play doubles.” With a cheeky wink and a self-assured stride, Gojo Satoru was gone, disappearing beyond the manicured lawns and hedges and heading back to where his black Rolls Royce Phantom awaited him in the long, curving driveway.

“Can’t you let him win just once, Daddy?” you asked, some sympathy for Satoru’s defeat bleeding into your whine. “I’ll still think you’re the best at tennis even if he occasionally beats you…”

Nanami hummed out a note of amusement, beginning to guide you off to the side of the court where the extra rackets and tennis balls were kept. “And if I let him win, do you really think he’d be satisfied, sweetheart?” he asked you, pure adoration peppered with condescension lilting in his low, soothing voice. “Do you really think he’d accept a victory that he didn’t earn?”

No, you thought to yourself, Satoru would never claim a victory that he hadn’t earned fair and square. Because as carefree and frivolous as the man could be, he was equally cruel and competitive. He was good enough to outmatch anyone in almost anything, tennis included, just so long as that person wasn’t Nanami Kento. And though the two men were more evenly matched in their golf and swimming skills, it was, of course, the one game that Gojo had yet to best Nanami in that he was so hung up on.

“I guess you’re right,” you agreed with a shrug. As Nanami reached over to hand you your tennis racket— the light pink one he’d had custom made for you the moment you’d shown interest in learning— you took on a slightly more nervous tone and asked, words trembling a little towards the end, “But you’ll go easy on me, right?”

There was no way you’d survive a single one of Nanami’s vicious serves unless he dialed it way back. And he knew this just as well as you did. Not to mention he’d sort of been hoping you’d take interest in one of his hobbies eventually. That way, it would give him the perfect opportunity to spend more time with you, to leave work a little early or reschedule a boring meeting because it was almost time for his precious baby’s tennis lesson, and he just couldn’t be late. It also would be the perfect opportunity to put his hands all over you as he showed you the correct way to hold a racket or take a swing, his palms planted firmly on your hips as he helped correct your form, distracting you in the process of course, though once your lesson was over and he’d praised you for a job well done, the two of you fully intended on revisiting those more intimate parts of the lesson later in the bedroom.

“Of course, angel,” Nanami chuckled, grabbing up two extra water bottles from the mini fridge. “Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine. Besides, don’t I always take good care of my favorite girl?”

Especially because he wouldn’t want you to get frustrated and decide to quit. Oh no, he couldn’t have that. And while Gojo’s comment about playing doubles was probably a pipe dream, Nanami couldn’t help but fantasize about spending cool summer evenings out on the private home court with you once you’d gotten the hang of things, just gently hitting the ball back and forth with the sound of your bright laughter echoing over the net every time you successfully returned the ball to him.

But first thing was first. He had to teach you how to serve. So with your back against his chest and his hands taking purchase over where you held the racket, gently correcting your grip position at the start, Nanami led you through the basics of the swing.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you, allowing you to try a few times on your own. He grinned, impressed. “See, you’re a natural.”

You let out a proud giggle, wondering if maybe you’d end up having a knack for this after all, unlike golf, which was very technical, and swimming, which was very exhausting. Though, you’d always been one to get a little ahead of yourself. Because the ball hadn’t even been introduced into the equation yet.

In other words, the real test had yet to begin.

With Nanami now standing at the other end of the court, one of the fuzzy green tennis balls clutched in your manicured hand, you weren’t feeling quite as confident. You’d liked it better when he was guiding you, felt more capable with his expertise close and at the ready. Now, you feared you’d just forgotten nearly everything he’d taught you, your mind racing with questions of how to hold the racket properly and where to aim and, well, honestly you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to hit the ball successfully after tossing it up into the air.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby!” Nanami called over to you, and it was then that you steeled your resolve and reminded yourself that you could do this. You wanted to make your Daddy proud, wanted to hear him praise you when you did it right. You wanted to prove what a good student you could be for your teacher.

“Ok!” you called back, preparing to toss the ball up into the air. You didn’t throw it too high, though imagined how fun it would be to one day toss it as far above your head as you could, watching it plummet back down towards you with the confidence that you’d still be able to hit it across the net.

And even though your aim was a little off-center, you were still able to swing hard enough to send the ball over to Nanami, who lightly tapped it back to you, letting it bounce on the green once before you lunged forward to hit it back. You felt the ball make contact with your racket, and next thing you knew it was soaring over the net once more.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, your look of concentration splitting into an astonished grin. “I did it! I actually did it!”

Nanami returned the ball to you in the same gentle fashion, urging you to continue with the streak you two had going now. “See!” he said. “I knew you could!

But it then seemed your newfound confidence got the better of you because, though you leapt for the ball with everything you had, that time it was just too far out of your range. It passed you on the court and rolled until it hit the chain link fence.

“Ah, man!” you said, jogging to go after it, though you sounded more amused than disappointed.

“That’s alright!” Nanami called, casually walking closer towards the net so he wouldn’t have to shout as loud. “Just bring it here and we’ll try again.”

You grabbed the ball and tossed it towards him, Nanami reaching out to catch it in one of his sure, strong hands. “Do you want to try serving again?” he asked. “Or do you want me to serve?”

You took a moment to think about it, then smiled and replied, “I want you to serve now.”

Nanami returned a soft grin. “Alright, princess,” he said, both of you beginning to make your way back to your preferred places on your respective sides of the court.

“Don’t forget to go easy!” you called over, a playful giggle trailing off the end of your reminder.

“I dunno…” Nanami teased, a hint of mischief present in his voice. “I think you might be ready for a little more of a challenge.”

But, in the end, he was still nice about it. The serve came towards you in a controlled, soft arc, though when you returned it that time it was with a little more fervor, the power behind your stroke increasing just enough to wake Nanami up from his gentle daydreams, the lull provided by the balmy, early summer evening breaking upon the next cool breeze that wafted through the gardens.

The two of you practiced hitting the ball back and forth for another hour or so until you grew tired, your perfect white sneakers beginning to scuff and drag a little across the court, your swing becoming a little sloppier as fatigue caused your concentration to slip. But you didn’t want to call it a day until you’d managed to make Nanami miss the ball just once.

Similar to Gojo, it seemed you had some unrealistic fantasies of your own.

So, after asking you a few times if you wanted to be done for the day and you saying one more round despite how exhausted you clearly were, Nanami drew this conclusion and decided that, if he was going to let anyone beat him, it was going to be you.

“Why don’t you serve this time?” he suggested, sending the ball back your way. You let it roll off to the side a bit before going to retrieve it, and then, hoping he maybe wouldn’t catch onto your plan until it was too late, you tossed the ball up into the air, careful and soft like you’d been doing thus far but, that time, when you swung, you hit it as hard as your arms could muster, letting out your first real tennis grunt from the unexpected exertion.

And while the strength behind the swing was still nothing in comparison to either Nanami or Gojo’s, it still caught Nanami by surprise, caused him to hesitate just a split second too long. He went to lunge after the ball, originally intending to miss it on purpose, but when he found himself instinctually trying to hit it back only to miss it by accident…

Gojo would never believe it.

He looked behind him as it bounced out of bounds and rolled to meet the fence, and though technically the victory wouldn’t have counted in a real match, he certainly wasn’t going to tell you that. Not with the way you were jumping with joy on the other side of the net, squealing and giggling as you came running his way as if you’d just summoned magic for the first time.

“Did you see that?!” you asked, nearly crashing into his arms as you met him on his side of the court, your pretty pink tennis racket forgotten on the side you’d scored your first point against him from, the sorbet glow of the setting sun staining everything in sight with rich golds and brilliant tangerine oranges. “I can’t believe I actually did that! Did you see? Did you see?!”

Nanami dropped his racket and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug and sweeping you off your feet a bit as he spun around with you in his arms. “I saw it, baby,” he assured you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. “You were great.”

And when you looked up at him, arms still secured around his waist, wearing that look that was just dripping with pure love and devotion, eyes practically sparkling with it, Nanami had half a mind to lower you both to the court and celebrate your first successful tennis lesson a little early.

“I couldn’t have done it without such an amazing teacher,” you told him, nuzzling your cheek against his chest, both of you warm and dewy with a thin sheen of sweat. “But I had a lot of fun! Can we practice again tomorrow?”

Nanami let out a chuckle, the richness of it rumbling through his chest, velvety and sonorous. He swept you up in his arms, intending to carry you all the way back to the house, all the way up to the master bedroom. He said, “Of course, sweetheart. But first, a victory dinner is in order, don’t you think?”

You hummed out a pleasant note, that beaming smile of yours not faltering, though now something a little more devious snaked its way into your narrowing gaze. “Can the victory dinner involve going out for ice cream after?” you asked.

Nanami let out a sigh, though couldn’t wipe the grin off his face even as he shook his head a little and reluctantly replied, “Alright, I suppose you’ve earned it.”

But after that, once your sweet tooth had been satisfied and the exhaustion from the day crept back in to claim you, Nanami would be sure to collect his own prize. And once he was done with you tonight, well…

You might want to take a break from practicing tomorrow after all.

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(Hiiii everyone and thank you so much for reading! Honestly I’ve been thinking about my sd!Nanami from this au for so long now I just had to write a lil something for him and this is just what came to mind! I also can’t wait for summer, so I’m spending most days just dreaming about that lol. Anyway, I hope you’re all doing wonderful and remembering to take care of yourselves! See you next time, byyyyye~!)

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Candygrams

i'm writing other things but, c'mon now, it's valentines.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Genre: fluffy

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: you send a valentine to peter and hopes he shows up.

Matt broke up with Cynthia and it was rattling the walls of Midtown High. 

Especially because it was valentines day, couples can break up any day but one would assume, birthdays, anniversaries and major holidays would be safe, no one breaks up on those days. 

Except for Matt.

Cynthia is letting the holiday play into her will. Wails coated the school, people pressured to not show love to their honey, people scared their honey will do the same. She was ripping apart flowers Matt had given her before he dumped her, a pretty brutal move on his end. 

You watched with wide eyes, mostly everyone peering over at the girl on the outskirts of campus absolutely losing it. Looking back and forth between the line and the girl you looked to the side of you at MJ, “How long until the resource guards come?” 

Cops. They were cops with a safer sounding name, but they were still cops that would detain, handcuff and transport her to somewhere under lock and key. 

“She’s absolutely batshit right now.” MJ peered at her through her sunglasses, you snorted and took a step forward. You start to peer at the menu, deciphering which flower seemed best. You heard a scream, “Matt! Don’t do this, don’t let them do this!” 

Cynthia was in a full sprint, looping in circles. Yelling out pleas to her ex while he hid his face and let out an “Oh my fucking god,” as she was trying to dodge a cop on foot and a cop in a golf cart. You’ve never seen a more interesting show on valentines, when Cynthia comes back to earth she can never show her face again. You could never live through this humiliation. 

“Hi Y/N! Hi MJ!” Betty gave an over exaggerated wave, her eyes hidden by red tinted heart sunglasses. Her earrings were dangled hearts and she wore a cupid’s arrow pin on her shirt. She looked her part, you always commend her full commitment. 

“Hey Bets! You look awesome, the booth looks even better!” MJ nods at your words, “You make valentines look classy.” 

“Aw guys! I love you both, cause today is love day!” 

MJ grimaced, she preferred to pretend she wasn’t doing this because she had a crush, but because she could. 

You smiled, glad to finally have a reason to spoil your person. 

Betty clapped her hands and got her pen ready. 

“Okay! Y/N, which flowers are you going with?” 

You point, “Secret admirer, crush and I love you.” Betty squeals and begins to cluster the flowers, different colors, each with a tag to explain what they meant to the receiver. “Would you like to write a note to send with it?” You did, and then sat for a minute trying to think of what to say. 

You settled, “If I am who you think I am, I’ll be waiting.” 

Ominus, you know. But it made sense, he would get it. Or at least you hoped he would. He should. 

“And where is this going, and who to?” 

Betty and MJ grinned at you, anxious to hear what they already knew. 

“Peter B. Parker, homeroom one oh three.” 

MJ clapped you on the shoulder, “That’s my girl. I want the yellow one, Bets. It’s for Brad.” 

You held in a laugh, you know MJ and that she’s participating means she’s smitten. However the flower she’s chosen has quite an adorable title, “I notice you,” which could be a little crush or an “hey, you’re not invisible.” 

Betty’s smile falters. “You sure that’s the one? If you want I can throw in a crush for you, on me?” MJ shakes her head, “No, I think just the yellow is fine.” 

You hear an oof, you look to the left and see Cynthia laid out. Two cops laid on top of her, screams never failing. You follow your eyes to Peter who’s watching with his fist to his mouth with Ned, he takes a sharp inhale as the bigger cop elbows her. 

He looks over and waves, you give him one back before throwing a bill at Betty and jogging to catch up. 

Peter’s eyebrows raise, “Candygrams?” 

“I did fall for the capitalist scheme.” 

Peter laughs, “I’m better than buying into all the valentines crap.” You frown slightly, sure it’s mostly junk but sometimes the meaning behind the gift has more value. 

“Because, I did my own.” He pauses to lower his backpack, Ned keeps walking. Peter unzips and digs for a moment, then pulls out a card. You can’t help the growing smile stretching across your face, “You didn’t have to.” 

He shrugs, “I wanted to.” 

You peel the page open. 

“Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N. I’m glad to have you in my life and I’m glad you make me feel like I have to write you a Valentine’s day card. It’s a feeling I haven’t had before, I’d been waiting on it for a while. Love, Peter.” 

A pout takes over your lip, Peter rolls his eyes. He’s glad you like it, but he’s pretending like he doesn’t care if you like it. 

“Peter!” You reach for a hug, he complies. You talk in his ear, he holds tighter. “Thank you, Peter. I love it.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Make sure you frame it. It took me all night thinking of what to say.” He sounds joking but he’s serious. 

You are too. “Seriously, Peter. You have no idea how much this means to me.” 

But he does know, it’s that same feeling he gets at homeroom. 

He’s never had a valentine, or given one so this is pretty special for him. Peter nearly slaps himself when his name is announced for a valentine, his name was called clearly. “Peter B. Parker?” Yup, that’s him alright. 

He raises his hand shyly, half convinced it’s a prank. But it’s real, three flowers are dropped on his desk, a red, pink and white one. Each had a special meaning, he had to stop himself from taking a whiff right then. 

Then remembered it came with a note, his hands nearly shook when he opened it. 

“If I am who you think I am, I’ll be waiting.” 

He doesn’t know who he thinks you are, but he knows who he hopes you are.

So, he waits. 

He waits like he hopes you are, he’ll only be a few more minutes. 

You’ve talked about it before. The butterfly museum. 

How bad you’ve always wanted to go on a date there, how cute it sounded. You’d tell him, “to get butterflies with butterflies is the kind of on the nose I’m into.” He hummed and agreed it would be cute, because it would. You would just be so happy to be there, and he’d move heaven and earth to see you happy. 

He assumes you’re there. 

He hopes you’re there. 

Peter holds his breath when he opens the enclosure. A burst of air shoots him, then he’s surrounded. Colorful wings decorated the plants and ceiling, he’s never seen anything so beautiful. He understands why you’ve talked about it so much, how beautiful it was. 

Nearly forgetting why he’s there he tightens the hold on the flowers behind his back, the ones you’ve gifted him. Peter looks in awe and follows some butterflies as they float in front of him, he’s feeling nearly defeated. 

Maybe he has the wrong person, he assumed it was you. But he’s looked all around and couldn’t find you, he had hoped he was right. He wanted it to be you. 

He was ready to turn away, until he heard you laugh. His heart is soaring, he looks around then sees behind a bush you stand with a butterfly in your arm. You hold it in front of you and whisper, Peter can’t help the love that tugs at him. 

How delicate and gentle you are. 

He clears his throat and walks to you, he moves in right behind you. His voice is low in your ear, you jump slightly and turn. In his hand are three flowers. He stretches them out to you. 

“Tag. You’re it.” 

[indigostreaking]

Wicked Woman

Oliver Reed!Danny x fem!reader

A/N: This is mostly for me, as a certified slut for Oliver Reed who lives in Danny’s lane, but I really hope you enjoy it, too! 🤭

Minors, please please please do not interact. 18+

Warnings: oral(f&m receiving), fingering, alcohol, degradation(if you squint), praise, fake accents, daddy kink, pussy spanking, cockwarming for a second, choking, unprotected sex, teensy bit of spit, and probably more 🤷🏼‍♀️

Word count: ~3k

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"Wanna see something cool we've been working on?" Danny asked excitedly as you climbed in the passenger seat of his car. You expected new music or a photo shoot, but when he passed you his phone, you were greeted with a video of Danny decked out in his golf gear sporting a cocky smirk.

"Chip Bunker? What is this?" You giggled as you asked, glancing back at him momentarily to see him raising his eyebrows expectantly.

"Just watch it," he laughed with you and looked back to the road before adding, "scroll to the right for the other three.." You tapped the screen so the clip began to play.

"Golf is the essence.." Chip began, and you fought the urge to poke fun, because Danny—Chip looked really really good in his colorful striped polo and Michigan visor. You always loved when he pulled his hair up, too. You watched intently as the short video ended before scrolling to the next one. You laughed at Dr JMK and rolled your eyes at Cal A Bungah, but you couldn't help but smile as you watched Oliver Reed. With the sex and swagger practically dripping off of him as he spoke in a terrible British accent, you were entranced. He had on tight green pants, brown loafers that matched his vest, and a light blue button up shirt, but the icing on the Oliver cake was the long fake beard and expensive looking sunglasses and necklace. You gasped near the end when he ripped open his shirt, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

"What's got you all smiley?" Danny asked as he pulled in to the parking spot of the movie theater for date night. You had been so lost in the videos that you hadn't even realized you'd arrived.

"Nothing," you lied, trying to recover some dignity. You had never thought of Jake like that, but that was certainly not Jake..

"Oliver's got you all hot and bothered, huh?" He teased with a smirk. Your cheeks flushed again and you hated yourself for it. He gasped and placed his hand over his heart feigning offense. "No love for Chip?"

"Chip was perfect, babe! And I love him and you so much," you leaned in and kissed his pouty lips. "Let's head in so we have time for concessions." He nodded, but you could tell he was deep in thought..

***

After getting dressed in a cute, white sundress, you texted Danny to let him know you were on your way per his request. He had been very cryptic when he asked you to come over, but that wasn't totally out of the ordinary for him. He was always full of fun little surprises, but for some reason you just couldn't quite fight the sense of anxious excitement you felt when you knocked on the front door of his house.

"Just a second, love," a familiar voice called out in an unfamiliar accent. You cocked your head sideways, trying to make sense of it. Danny opened the door wearing a pair of tight green pants, a light blue button up shirt, a pair of brown loafers and a matching brown vest. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization. "Come on, darling, can't have you standing out 'ere making the neighbors jealous," he held the door open wide and flashed you a lazy smirk. You followed him inside and watched as he shut the door. That's when you noticed the fake beard and bubbled with laughter.

"Danny, what are you—" you began as you shook your head in disbelief.

"Danny's not here. Name's Reed...Oliver Reed," he winked and arched a brow.

You bit back a smile, but it eventually erupted out of you in a cackle that you tried your best to stifle. "Oliver, I—are you—" you tried to ask, but you couldn't stop giggling. He somehow managed to keep a straight face, and you felt so bad for laughing when he's clearly trying so hard.

He stepped towards you, closing the distance as he took your face in his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together and making your lips push out in a pout. "Be a good girl for me and go grab the bottle of whiskey? None of that cheap shit that Danny drinks, either..." he looked down at you as he spoke then released your face. You swallowed hard. Your sweet Daniel never really took on this role of being so rough and almost condescending. He was usually so gentle, empathetic, and careful with you, but this-this was different. Ever so obediently, you walked into the kitchen, only to return to an empty living room.

"Danny?" You called out cautiously as you wandered down the hallway towards his bedroom.

"Uh uh, your beloved Daniel is away for the moment...otherwise occupied, if you will," Oliver crooned from his spot perched on the edge of the bed. "Fuck this shit," he mumbled to himself as he pulled the beard off his face after fussing with the hairs sticking to his lips. "Keep up, won't you, love?" He eyed the floor in front of him, silently motioning for you to take your spot. Your heart was racing at his newfound swagger, and you could already feel your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second. You handed him the bottle of whiskey and knelt before him. "Look at you, such a pretty girl, aren't you?" He purred, tilting your chin up with his forefinger as he looked down his perfect nose at you. Without letting you go, he turned up the bottle with his other hand, taking a big swig. His pronounced adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed with an exaggerated sigh. "Need a drink before you suck my cock?" He asked plainly, as if he was doing you a favor.

In that moment, you decided to make a show of it. If he was committed to this bit, you would play your role as well. You widened your eyes and fluttered your lashes. "Yes, please, daddy," you said breathily, holding eye contact with him as you bit your lower lip. You had never called him that before, and you weren't sure how he'd react..but judging by the way his breath hitched and the corner of his mouth curled up in amusement, it was safe to assume he liked it.

"Open," he commanded calmly. Your mouth fell open instantly and you held eye contact with him as he tilted the bottle, pouring the honey colored liquor into your mouth. It overflowed, dribbling down your chin and onto your chest, and he smirked as it soaked through your dress exposing your stiffening nipples. You tried not to choke as you gulped down what you could, still keeping your eyes on his. The lust and hunger in his eyes darkened the usual chocolatey brown to an almost ravenous black. He sat the bottle on the night stand and took your chin in his hand, craning your head to the side as he licked a stripe from your collarbone up to your jaw. A quiet moan escaped your throat, quickly followed by a content, low hum of approval from him. He leaned back, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and letting his cock spring free. You licked your lips and impatiently reached for it before he dodged your touch. "Aren't you going to ask daddy nicely? Liked hearing you say please so pretty before.." His voice dropped an octave at his new title and you held your breath. Fuck.

"Please," you whined, making sure to flutter your lashes up at him.

"Please what, love? Use your words," the terrible accent still made everything more sultry somehow. You licked your lips before trying again.

"Please let me suck your cock...daddy," you were proud of yourself for remembering to address him properly, and a smile played at the corner of your lips because of it.

"Ah, there she is. There's my naughty girl," he looked just as pleased as he slowly stroked his cock and eyed you hungrily. He tilted the tip towards your mouth, and you lapped at it eagerly. Another hum of approval rumbled through his chest. He tangled a hand in your hair, loosely gripping it every time you took him deeper. His hips bucked up into you as you worked him. Your nose nuzzled against his happy trail as you fought your gag reflex, letting tears pool in the corner of your eyes. "Fuck," he moaned, as you pulled away only to repeat the same motion. He gently tugged on your hair, making you look up at him as your head bobbed. "Gonna fuck your pretty mouth now, and you're gonna take it..aren't you, darling?" He asked and for the briefest of moments, you saw a flicker of Danny finding a way to check in with you. You swallowed and he groaned in pleasure. You did your best to give your permission, but a muffled yes would have to suffice.

As he stood, you rocked back to accommodate the shift. He gripped the hair at the base of your neck and held your head in place as he thrusted forward, grazing the back of your throat. You held your composure through his slow, steady movements. He picked up his pace, pulling you into him as you gagged around him. He moaned as he watched the drool dribble down your chin and you held your eyes on his. "Are you this sweet to your Daniel? Do you choke on his cock like this, too?" His voice dangerously low and raspy as he pulled from your mouth, waiting for your response.

"I think he's too scared he'll hurt me, but I'm tougher than I look," you smirked up at him as you wiped the drool from your chin against your forearm.

"Oh really?" his eyes widened as you nodded, and he abruptly yanked you up, pulling you to your feet as his hand trailed down to the swell of your left ass cheek. You giggled as he lifted the bottom of your dress, caressing the bare skin he found beneath. "You want Daniel to use a firmer hand? Perhaps rough you up a little? Like this.." he whispered, swatting at your ass, leaving a sting of pain and a red hand-shaped mark.

You hissed before replying, "Mmm..yes, thank you, daddy," and fluttering your lashes, which elicited a low rumble of a moan from him.

"You are evil," he grinned before motioning towards the headboard with his chin, instructing you silently. You obliged, making a show of wiggling your ass as you climbed up the length of the bed. "Positively wicked," he purred as he watched you, taking note of the thin fabric of your thong when the ruffled hem of your dress allowed brief peeks. You plopped down on the heap of pillows, rolling to lie on your back instead. The sight of him nearly knocked the wind from your lungs. He had taken the opportunity to undress entirely, leaving a medallion dangling from a silver chain at his neck as he crawled up towards you with his cock bobbing with his movement.

He kissed a line up your inner knee to your thigh, reaching up flipping the skirt of your dress up and out of the way. "Take this off for me, yeah?" He murmured against the soft skin of your thigh, glancing up to watch you lift your dress over your head. Your moved to take off your panties, but he caught your wrists with a sharp hiss. "Uh uh," he scolded gently. You watched as he caught the waistband of your thong between his teeth, slowly working it down until it reached your thighs. His hot breath had you arching your back as the sensation traveled down your legs until you were freed from the lace.

You sucked your lower lip between your teeth as he kissed and nipped his way up your thigh towards your core. When his tongue found your throbbing clit, you nearly jumped. He chuckled to himself at your behavior, then continued by sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it as he worked. You gripped the sheets to the point that your knuckles turned white and you held your breath. “Let me hear you lovely moans, sweet girl,” he crooned from between your thighs as he swiped his index and middle finger through the wetness accumulating. He teased your entrance, pushing his fingers in only to pull them away over and over until you couldn’t take it.

“Please fuck me, Danny,” you let out a frustrated whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and trying to use it to pull him up to kiss you instead. He lifted his face, shoved his fingers in deep, curling them up to caress the perfect spot inside you, and delivered a swift pop of his other hand to your clit. You gasped and bucked your hips, but were unable to get away. His devious smile lit up while he watched you squirm, still curling and uncurling his fingers as he used them to fuck you. He delved back in, lapping at your core and causing the fire in your tummy to build. “Oliver, please,” you corrected yourself breathlessly, knowing where you had gone wrong and desperately needing more. His face lifted again so he could watch you wince as he delivered another slap to your clit. This time you whimpered and cried out, “daddy!” He growled in approval and resumed devouring you. His rhythm never faltered as he drug you over the edge. Your moans filled the room as you came undone, and he growled in approval, rutting himself against the bed as he worked you through it.

Your hips bucked involuntarily as he started overstimulating you, and he landed another swat to your clit causing you to whimper, “What was that for?”

He smirked up at you, and replied, “Just like feeling how tight your pretty pink pussy clenches around my fingers.” You panted beneath him as he crawled up your body. He spit on your core before lining himself up and thrusting in painfully slowly. He let his head fall forward, smiling as he felt you stretch around him. “Fuck,” he mumbled, just a quick glimpse at your Danny before he regained his Oliver persona. He captured your nipple with his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he sucked before repeating the same to the other. You tilted your hips back and forth trying to create some movement, causing his tip to rub against your favorite spot. He let go of your nipple with a pop and smiled down at you. “Afraid Oliver won’t give you what you need, hmm?” He asked in an almost condescending tone, but you didn’t care. You needed more.

“I just want you to come, too,” you whined, trying to flatter him into fucking you how you wanted.

He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “No,” he sounded stern now as he took your face in his hand, tilting your head to the side so he could whisper, “You just have a greedy little cunt,” directly into your ear. You swallowed hard, and his hand slid down to grip your throat. He hesitated, searching your eyes for any sign of unease. Daniel once again checking in ever so subtly. You nodded, giving him the permission he was seeking. He squeezed gently at first as he began fucking you, picking up speed and squeezing a bit harder to match. Your eyes rolled back as he pushed you towards the edge again. He’d loosen his grip to let you catch your breath, but his thrusts never slowed. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at where your bodies met, watching as he slid in and out of your core with his tongue out in concentration and his brows furrowed. You let the building pleasure wash over you, coming undone once more as he watched. His pace stuttered and he thrusted forward as deep as he could, filling you as a stream of obscenities flowed from his perfect pink lips. He held his position, panting as he came back down, finally looking at you with flushed cheeks, a sheen of sweat across his forehead, and a fucked out smile that made your whole body warm.

“Hey,” you whispered, acknowledging the return of Danny. His smile widened as he unsheathed and laid down beside you, nuzzling closer with his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hey..was that okay?” he asked nervously, dropping the accent, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“It was perfect,” you replied as you turned to kiss his forehead and tuck his sweaty curls behind his ear. “Thank you,” you murmured into the gentle kiss, knowing he had done this for you. “Wanna shower together?” You asked hopefully.

He popped up to his feet more enthusiastically than you expected, which made you laugh. “You know I love that idea,” he flashed you a crooked grin and crinkled his nose. It’s true, though. He jumped on the opportunity to shower with you any chance he got, and you loved it. “Maybe you and Oliver can hang out more often,” he smirked as he pulled you to your feet.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, walking past him towards the bathroom. “Maybe Oliver should remember his cane next time..” you replied casually. Danny charged towards you, scooping you up in his arms with a rumble of laughter.

“Wicked woman,” he purred into your ear in his Oliver accent as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind you.

[dcbbw]

1000 Words

Merry Christmas, tumblrs!

This story was inspired by an ask from @peonierose regarding sending wrong pictures to the wrong number. This answer is definitely not what anyone asked for and probably doesn’t want, except maybe three mutuals. I honestly couldn’t make up my mind which Liam x Riley to use, so chose three where this situation would be a very real possibility.

Tis the season and all that, so set the drabbles at Christmastime. This fic is not beta’d and barely edited/proofed; forgive me all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Word Editor rates me 98% error-free for this tale.

Thank you to all who will read this! Your likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated far more than you know.

Rating this M for Mature (adult themes)

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song inspos will appear next to pairings/universes.

Word Count: 4,396

Riam (song inspo: hospital beach, Cottonwood Firing Squad)

Queen Riley of Cordonia impatiently pulled her Santa hat forward as she admired the wrapping on her last Christmas gift to her husband when Mara, her personal guard, stuck her head through the doorway of the Valtorian Great House’s formal dining room.

Mara’s eyes grew wide at the pile of cheerfully wrapped boxes adorned with ribbons and bows.

“I thought you said you didn’t know what to get His Majesty?” the guard demanded, irritation and astonishment in her tone.

“I DIDN’T!” Riley retorted. “If I did, there wouldn’t be these many gifts!”

Every year of their marriage, the Queen lamented each Christmas over what to get the man who literally had everything. Liam was a KING, for crying out loud.

This year, she purchased socks and neckties from Saville Row on behalf of their unborn sons. Frac was giving his father a dozen, brightly colored plaid socks with the Savile Row insignia embroidered on them; Fric’s present was an assortment of silk ties: paisley, plaid, novelty, and three in somber, solid colors.

Yes, Liam was a father, but he was still royal.

Riley was giving her husband three new custom-made suits, the newest iPhone, a Jaguar F-Pace SUV in black with gray interior, and with Lord Neville’s assistance, had converted one of the empty suites in their living quarters into an indoor golf course.

Riley was convinced Neville had overcharged her.  The golf clubs alone had set her back a little over $16,000. 00 in USD.

But still, she felt something was missing. She wanted to give her husband a gift that was personal, intimate … just for him.

“Is he headed this way? Is that why you’re here?” Riley asked as she dug in her snack hamper for something to eat.

Mara shook her head. “No, Ana De Luca has arrived.”

“LET HER IN!” Riley shouted excitedly as she unwrapped a turkey sandwich.

The Queen neither liked nor trusted the photographer, but Ana was the best photographer in all of Europe and Riley had reached out to her to discuss her idea for a personal gift for the King.

Last month inspiration hit Riley to chronicle she and Liam’s pregnancy via photos; she had sent Ana a collection of personal and professional pictures taken over the course of the past eight months and then requested a boudoir-style photo session. After the photojournalist had signed an NDA, of course.

Mara exited the room, returning shortly with the world-renowned paparazzo who wore her signature sunglasses and carried a stylish camera bag.

“Lemme see, Ana!” Riley demanded as she took a healthy bite out of her sandwich.

Ana De Luca smiled warmly at her monarch as she dipped into a curtsy. “Your Majesty, you’re positively glowing! And I think you’ll be pleased with what I was able to do with the photos.”

Riley cut her eyes; she was swollen everywhere, there were bags under her eyes, and she had a mouth full of food. Ana was such a kiss-ass.

Ana De Luca took a seat next to Riley at the expansive dining table that had been cleared of place settings, glassware, and centerpieces, but was now littered with wrapping paper and tape.

Mara prepared to take her leave, but Riley stopped her. “Where are you going? I need your opinion on these!”

The guard rolled her eyes as she took a seat on the other side of Ana. The photographer carefully removed her camera from its bag, ignoring the Queen’s impatient sighs. After powering the device on and pushing a few buttons, the screen was filled with brilliant, colorful photos:

Riley in Texas, wearing a cowboy hat, her chest hidden behind tall-stalked sunflowers; the midday sun cast a golden glow over the sky and her skin.

Riley wearing a blue cotton dress and soft smile, propped up in bed with a shirtless Liam settled between her legs as he cradled her stomach.

Liam, in full royal regalia, beaming to a crowd from their bedroom balcony as he announced their pregnancy.

Riley grinning as she pointed her index fingers towards her baby bump.

Liam holding Riley close, his nose buried in her hair as she laid her cheek in the crook of his shoulder.

A sleepy Riley in bed with a sleeping Liam, his face laid against a swollen breast; his cheek covered one nipple. The bed sheet covered her other one.

The royal couple in the doctor’s office while Riley received a sonogram.

A close-up photo of the royal couple’s clasped hands.

A photo of them from behind as they walked one of the immense hallways of the Palace, his hand placed against her lower back.

Liam and Riley sharing a deep kiss, his palms covering her belly.

Riley alone in the middle of a bed with mussed sheets, a length of hair covering one eye and her lips painted cherry red. She wore a lowcut black negligee, showing lots of cleavage while her hands were spread over her very pregnant belly.

A silhouette of a naked Riley, her head bowed and her palms cupping the bottom of her impossibly stretched stomach.

Dozens more photos flickered across the small screen; Mara raised an eyebrow in admiration while Riley’s eyes widened with each passing image. Ana was a magician with a camera, no doubt about it.

“All of these have been sent to your personal email address via secured link,” Ana informed Riley.

Riley nodded slowly as her gaze lingered over an extremely risqué boudoir photo. Mara leaned closer into Ana De Luca to get a better look at the image her employer was so obviously taken with. Riley noticed, and abruptly slapped her palm over the screen.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?” she snapped in a raised voice.

“You TOLD me to stay and give you my opinion!” Mara countered.

“On SAFE FOR WORK pictures!”

Mara rolled her eyes. “You seem to forget that I have seen you AND the King in all manners of undress and nudity!”

Ana’s head swiveled as she looked from monarch to guard, interest and curiosity evident in her expression. She hadn’t signed an NDA for this.

“That was THEN, Mara! We are PARENTS now! We NO LONGER indulge in NAKEDNESS!”

“What do you call what I saw two nights ago?” Mara demanded.

A pause while Riley thirstily sipped unsweetened tea. “You know what? I’m ending this,” the Queen decided. “Ana, please print all photos as 8 x 10, and separate into family friendly and personal albums. I’d like them by Christmas Eve, no later than noon. Also, share this image directly to my personal cell please.” Her fingertip tapped the camera screen.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Ana replied as she pushed buttons before powering the camera down. Her mind raced as she thought of sources she could contact about the cryptic, yet very telling conversation she had been privy to.

“Mara, escort Ms. De Luca out AFTER taking her to the security office to sign another NDA” Riley glared at her guard as she shoved the last of her sandwich in her mouth.

Mara glared back as she led a crestfallen Ana De Luca out of the room.

Once alone, Riley checked her texts for the image. She frowned at the photo; at the time, it seemed like a good idea …  a sexy idea. Now, she wasn’t so sure … it just looked  cringey and fetishy.

Which meant Liam would love it.

Or would he?

The Queen needed a second opinion, and she knew just who to get it from: Miss Annabelle Parsons. Not only was she impartial, but she was also open-minded and discreet. Riley could only imagine the fallout of sending the photo to Hana or Maxwell.

She scrolled through her contacts, sharing the image with her dear friend. She didn’t bother to add a caption or note. True friendship was sharing questionable content with no explanation necessary.

Riley stood slowly, sticking her tongue out at the active kicks against her stomach; apparently her sons enjoyed the snack. She pulled a rolling cart alongside the table and began to place wrapped boxes and colorful gift bags upon it.

Her phone rang; she reached out to answer it, not bothering to look at the caller ID. She knew it was Annabelle.

“Hey, that was quick!” she greeted.

“You are sexy as hell, and I want you now,” her husband growled in her ear.

He wasn’t Annabelle Parsons.

Riley grimaced at a twinge of lower back pain. “Liam, what has gotten into you?”

“The picture you sent.”

Riley’s eyes widened as her face dropped. SHITSHITSHITSHIT!!

She pulled the phone from her ear, frantically scrolling through her text messages. Her last chat with Annabelle Parsons was three days ago. Liam’s chat, however, had the questionable photo sat on read. Riley’s fingers scrambled across the screen as she unsent the message.

“What picture? I didn’t send you any picture!” she squeaked in what she hoped was an annoyed tone.

“Don’t play coy, love. I can’t stop looking at it,” Liam chided before falling silent. “Riley, did you just unsend the photo?”

“It wasn’t for you!” Riley replied defensively.

“What do you mean, IT WASN’T FOR ME?” Liam demanded angrily.

“It was for Miss Parsons!” Riley continued to stack presents, although her hands were shaking slightly. It appeared her plan of deflecting Liam’s questions by starting an argument was not working.

“RILEY!” Liam thundered. “WHO was the intended recipient of the photograph? And tell me THE TRUTH!”

“I TOLD YOU! It was for Annabelle Parsons. And I’m not speaking to you anymore!”

Riley ended the call and stared at her phone briefly before blocking Liam’s number.

There! Problem solved.

To be on the safe side, Riley made her way to the dining room doors, locking them from the inside.

Just in case.

She had just made it back to her seat when there was a heavy pounding on the doors, followed by the rattling of doorknobs and Liam shouting for her to OPEN THE DOOR!

Riley looked like a naughty child caught in the act. She pressed her index finger to her lips and looked down at her stomach, which was rolling with her sons’ turns and kicks.

“Shhhh! If we’re very quiet he won’t know we’re in here,” she whispered to her sons.

Commoner’s Wife (song inspo: No One’s Here to Sleep, Naughty Boy/Bastille)

The Palace halls were bustling with staff and nobility alike as final preparations for the Cordonian Citizens’ Christmas Ball were underway. It was an annual event where families, selected via lottery, came to dine and dance, and meet their duchy’s leaders.

Children from various orphanages across the country would also be in attendance to meet Santa and tell him what they wanted for Christmas. The King would review the lists, and personally purchase gifts to be handed out to every child on Christmas Day.

Maintenance engineers hung twinkling lights along crown molding, while maids dusted portraits and statuary. Butlers inspected decorated trees, and straightened wreaths. Christmas carols played from hidden speakers, adding to the chatter and noise throughout the immense hallways.  

Drake Walker, the Duke of Valtoria, maneuvered his way through the throng; his eyes darted everywhere as he searched for his Duchess. Instead, he found the Countess of Fydelia furiously scribbling in a notebook as she hurried down the hall.

“Hey, Madeleine!” Drake blocked the Countess’ path.

The Royal Communications Director scowled up at him. “Drake, what do you want? I have a minor emergency in the Grand Ballroom, and a major one in the kitchens!”  

Drake blew out an impatient huff. “Have you seen Riley? She basically disappeared once we arrived here this morning.”

“Are you SERIOUS right now?” Madeleine yelled in a shrilly tone to be heard over the noise.  “Do you have ANY idea he amount of work that goes into these balls and galas?” Madeleine waved a hand dismissively. “Of course you don’t. You’re used to showing up, drinking liquor, eating food, and going home. She’s probably assisting with seating charts, or maybe ensuring that Santas will be here for the orphans. Or one of a thousand other things!”

Her phone rang. As soon as she answered, a frown twisted her ruby-colored lips. “Do NOT tell me THAT!” she warned her caller as she began moving down the hall again. She paused to look over her shoulder at Drake. “Text her! Or Liam. We’ve got 100 things to do and not nearly enough hands to help, so she could be anywhere.”

Drake raked his fingers through his hair as he wondered again why he told Brooks to accept the duchy. At the time, he didn’t want her to leave Cordonia. To leave him. But between her responsibilities and duties, he felt he may be seeing more of her if she had returned to Brooklyn.

He was neither a lazy husband nor Duke. He knew what marriage to a Duchess would entail, and he was willing to put in the work regarding both his marriage and gaining and keeping the trust of his … their … citizenry. What he hadn’t anticipated was how closely the Duchess would be working with the King. Drake knew his wife’s feelings towards Liam were ambivalent at best.

She was tense and nervous upon her returns from the Palace, which were growing increasingly later, heading straight into the shower to help calm her. On the rare occasions she returned within what Drake deemed to be a reasonable time, she was agitated and uncommunicative.

He didn’t want Brooks upset or hurt over Liam ever again. Yet, whenever he suggested he take over some of the palatial duties, she always refused; instead, she encouraged him to pursue Royal Guard training, an idea he had been entertaining long before their marriage.  

Liam was her problem, not his.

The Duke of Valtoria really didn’t need his wife for anything; he merely wanted to be with her. Whatever needed to be done to ensure the ball went off without a hitch, he wanted them to do it together.

Drake decided to head towards the King’s private quarters hoping to find Liam, or his assistant. One of the two would know where his wife was. But when he arrived at the suite, the guard outside the doors said the King was on an international conference call and could not be disturbed.

The Duke asked if the guard had seen the Valtorian Duchess.

The answer was negative.

Drake pulled out his phone, dialing his wife’s number. For the fifth time, his call went unanswered. Shaking his head, he turned around and didn’t see the guard pull out his own phone and begin texting. The Duke was halfway down the hallway when a Palace staffer caught his attention.

“Your Grace, your assistance is needed in setting up the Santa Station in the ballroom. Lord Neville was supposed to help, but …” the worker shrugged.

“Say no more, and lead the way,” Drake replied. “Curious, have you seen the Duchess of Valtoria around?”

“She and His Majesty were in the garden maze helping with decorations, but that was over an hour ago. Folks are being pulled in so many different directions today.”

Drake nodded understandingly. “I’m surprised at how many nobles are pitching in.”

“Oh, it’s always all-hands on deck when it comes to the general public and the children.”

Drake nodded again. “That’s the kind of man the King is.”

Three hours later, Drake was back in the rooms assigned to him and Riley; his shoulders were tight, pine needles littered his hair, and his stomach was growling. He was pleasantly surprised to see a food trolley filled with lunchmeat sandwiches, assorted snacks and fruits, and cold beverages.

He was excited to see Riley pushing her heels of her feet. “Hey, babe!  You didn’t answer any of my calls. Where’ve you been all day?” he asked before claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

“Dear God, everywhere, performing Cordonian duty!” she answered when they broke the kiss. “Looks like you’ve been putting up Christmas trees,” she observed.

“Yeah, the Santa Stop is officially in place. Only took an entire crew plus me.”  

Drake exhaled a long breath. “What time does this thing start? I could use food and a nap. Or quality alone time with my wife,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Riley giggled as she tossed her phone onto the bed. “You grab a sandwich; I’ll grab a shower. Meet you back here in 10?”

“Only if there’s a massage in it for me. Manual labor reminds me I’ve let my gym routine slip a bit.”

Riley’s cream-colored sweater dress fell to the carpet. “Whatever you desire, Your Grace,” she purred in a sultry tone.

Drake grinned as he swatted her ass. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

He watched as she quickly stripped out of hosiery and undergarments, and then disappeared into the bathroom. Drake fished his phone out of his pocket, tossing it on the bed next to Riley’s. They had matching phones, cases, and passcodes.

They both wanted transparency in their marriage. Besides, they had the same friends and nothing to hide.

He grabbed a sandwich, holding it one hand; with the other, he struggled out of shirt. He frowned at the pine needles that fell from his hair and clothing. He took another huge bite of bread, meat, and cheese, deciding to join his wife; he had just unfastened his jeans when one of the phones vibrated.

Ten minutes later, Riley re-entered the bedroom; her hair was damp, the curls still dripping water. A fluffy white towel was wrapped around her body. “Ready or not, here I come!” she sang out.

Drake was sitting on the side of the bed, staring at his phone. His jaw was clenched, his eyes mere slits as he looked at the screen.

“Honey, you okay?” Riley asked, a thread of worry in her voice.

Drake stood slowly, anger clearly visible on his face. He held the phone up so Riley could see the screen.

She paled instantly.

“I don’t know how I am, Brooks,” he ground out the words through gritted teeth. “Care to tell me why the KING OF CORDONIA texted you a DICK PIC and says he misses you already?"

SGL x Riley B. (song inspo: Got to Be Real, Cheryl Lynn)

Liam grinned at Penelope as the couple did the electric slide across the banquet hall. It was the law firm’s annual holiday party, and the pair had joined in with about 50 other people on the parquet dance floor to groove to 70s disco and funk.

Penelope grinned back as she shimmied her shoulders and her hips swung side to side, in sync with the group. She had many failings as a girlfriend, but the woman could dance. Liam appreciated a good dancer.

Their bellies were full of catered steak and seafood, and both were pleasantly tipsy courtesy of the open bar. The song changed to something from the 80s with a slower beat, and he drew Penelope into an embrace; their bodies moved together as one. Liam softly sang along with the tune, his teeth occasionally nipping his girlfriend’s earlobe.

She laid her head against his chest. “This is so great, Li,” she murmured.

“Oh, it’ll get better once we’re back in our room,” he promised.

Liam had taken advantage of the discounted room rate for guests who didn’t want to travel back to DC from Reston, Virginia after a night of revelry.

Penelope giggled. “Merry Christmas.”

Meanwhile, in DC, Riley Renee Brooks was pretty wasted. It was three days before Christmas, and she was alone.

Drake had boarded a plane that morning, bound for Christmas in Texas while Riley went to work. While Riley ate a pizza lunch with Maxwell, Drake was picking up his rental car from the Austin airport. When Riley met some former co-workers for a comedy show after work, Drake was cooking dinner for his mom. After the show, Riley and her friends went out for drinks. Drake was asleep.

Riley was not a drinker, but she had to try something called Kinky Pink. That led to Kinky Green. And she couldn’t leave out Kinky Blue.

Kinky, while colorful and fruity, was pretty potent. Four drinks in, Riley was on her ass.

Her friends drove her home, helped her into her apartment, and made sure she was settled with aspirin and water before taking their leave.

Now she was naked, starfished on her bed thinking of how much she missed her boyfriend when she got the bright idea to take naked selfies to send him. If she could just find her phone …

Back in Reston, Liam was at the bar requesting a bottle of water. Two of them. The party was still going strong, but Liam intended to go strong later that night, so it was time to limit the intake. He glanced around, catching sight of Penelope at the blackjack table. By the look on her face, she was losing. Badly.

Perfect timing.

He would play a few hands, then take her upstairs. If he lost, she wouldn’t feel it was just her. If he won, she knew Liam would replace her loss. And she eaten and drank plenty on someone else’s dime, which would make her … appreciative.

Win-win.

Liam wished, not for the first time, that this relationship wasn’t so much work.

He was crossing the room when he felt his phone move in his jacket pocket. He stopped at a nearby table, dropping into an empty seat. He set the waters down, fished his phone out of his pocket, and unlocked the home screen. His eyes scanned through text messages; nothing new. Email had no notifications. WhatsApp … ahhhh, there it was. A message from Riley B.

His eyebrow raised slightly. Riley B. knew it was the night of the holiday party; she didn’t intrude when she knew Liam would be busy, whether it was work or pleasure. He wondered if it was an emergency. He quickly tapped on the chat; his eyes bugged as he fell into a coughing fit. The table’s occupants looked at him in concern, asking if he was okay.

A red-faced Liam nodded quickly. “Water went down the wrong pipe,” he offered in explanation.

No one mentioned that the bottles of water were unopened.

Liam looked at the phone again, his eyes growing wider and rounder in disbelief and lust. Staring back at him were two large breasts, almost golden in color with large areolas and long, milk chocolate nipples.

He was staring at Riley B.’s tits!

His cock immediately sprang to attention.

There was a second picture; with a trembling finger, Liam opened it and audibly gulped.

Riley B. was naked on her bed, resting on her haunches, with a dildo in her mouth.

The ENTIRE dildo.

Sweet Jesus come please us!

Liam was about to blow a load right there in the Hyatt Regency’s Ballroom A.

He looked around furtively; Penelope was still at the blackjack table, pouting. Liam knew he couldn’t just vanish on her. She was his date. His girlfriend. No, he couldn’t just disappear, but he could slip away for a few.

Riley B. was always a priority, but a naked Riley B.? Top priority.

He took several deep breaths, scooped the waters and hurried over to the casino area.

“Babe, I gotta go to the room real quick. Here, take this water and let me give you some cash so you can continue playing, okay?” His words spilled from his lips so quickly, he barely understood what he was saying.

Penelope looked up at him with watery blue eyes. “I’m losing, Li!”

“I know you are. Why don’t you go try the roulette wheel?” He handed her three 100-dollar bills.

Penelope smiled brightly. “Okay!” she chirped.

Liam nodded briefly at her before making a beeline for the doors. At the elevators, he repeatedly pressed the elevator button, muttering “c’mon, c’mon” until the doors opened. Once at his floor, he sprinted to his room while praying the front desk had taken care of the key issue he and Penelope had earlier at check-in.

Once inside, he pulled the curtains shut, closed the bathroom door, and fell back on the bed; his phone was in his hand, and Riley’s B.’s breasts once again filled his vision. He stared for a full minute, unzipping his pants in an effort to relieve the growing pressure in his crotch.

Liam dialed Riley’s number slowly, hoping against hope. For what, he didn’t know.

“CHELLO!” Riley slurred when she picked up.

“Riley B.! Are you okay?” Liam demanded.

“Why you callin’ me Liam’s name? You always say Brooks!”

Liam exhaled a small breath. Riley B. was drunk. As a skunk. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. The pictures weren’t meant for him. They were for Drake. Her boyfriend. And she was too inebriated to realize her mistake.

What he did know was his erection was gone; he quickly zipped his pants back up.

“It’s not Drake. It’s me, Liam.”

“Did you like the pictures, big boy?” She was attempting sexy, but her voice was whiny and screechy.

“You sent them to me, Riley B., not Drake.”

“You want me to send them to Liam?” Riley sounded confused. “Why? He would laugh at them. He doesn’t see me like that.”

The hell I would and the hell I don’t!

“You didn’t like the pictures, Drake?” Her voice was quavering as if she were on the verge of tears.

“I love them! That’s why I called as soon as I saw them.”

Liam gave up talking sense to his best friend. She was tore up from the floor up.

“I wanna do things with you when you get back!”

“We will.”

“Drake, I’m drunk. I drank Kinky shit tonight.” Riley’s voice was getting sleepy.

“You know you can’t drink like that, Riley B.,” he replied in a reproving tone.

“I miss you, is all. Everyone else is together for Christmas and I wish we were too.”

Liam closed his eyes, fighting the urge to leave Penelope at the hotel and rush over to Brookland.

“I’ll be home soon. Hey, you know what? Liam doesn’t have any plans for Christmas Eve; call him and see if he wants to hang out.”

“Did you really like the pictures?” Riley whined as her cadence slowed and her voice deepened.

“I loved them. And I love you. Now get some sleep.”

“Night night.”

Liam heard her fumble with the phone before she hung up; he ended the call and stared at the photos one last time before deleting them.

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Since my own art is trash credit goes to this person for the best interpretation creatable:

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OC #3 : Meet Jargon Justice The High-Tech Security Bot!

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-Built to look human, he's the closest thing to an android that the wide spread public is aware about. (That's considering the Gregory or any other character being a robot theory/stuff like that)

-Jargon is built to be 7ft

-He's basically the secret guest at Disney and other theme parks but for the pizza plex. He walks around and makes sure that no one is breaking any rules and enforces them as well as protects the guest from any harm.

-He is the only animatronic without a safety mode as he has programmed to land harmful hands on people and guests over the age of 15.

-Before the Plex was made Jargon was thought of in mind for it. To be a special specific bot for this special specific location

-Hence all the paperwork people must sign before entering the pizza plex for the first time and to have your guest profile be on record.

-He is not an attraction/entertainment bot despite how many people mistake him for it (most of the time on purpose)

once they find out he is an animatronic. (He blends in very well despite his consistent wardrobe)

-He wears sunglasses indoors all throughout the day for personal reasons.

-He doesn't like how people stare into eyes and he's gotten a bit self-conscious about the color choice that was picked for him.

-His room can be visited by any guest if he is there taking a break, or recharging, or getting maintenance done. He hates going down to the maintenance room.

-His room soon got to have many visitors over the course of just four months and he soon developed fans as well. Having to renovate his small cramped space into a sort of the green room the Glam Rock's have but not quite the same to spot the difference, making his room sort of an attraction although it isn't.

-Instead of his room  just being called his room anymore it's slowly over time became "Justice's Office!"

-Jargen has a back hatch similar to Freddy chest cavity. He uses it to store important items for himself or ones he confiscated from guest. (He's taken many Faz cams and golf clubs)

-Anyone by the ages of 15 and lower breaking a rule of the pizza plex get three warning from him, after that the child is sent to either the daycare, lost and found, or Justice's Office where he places "naughty kids" who need a time out or lost items.

-He then phones the number of the parents or the owner of the belonging.

-If the parents do not pick up after three tries every two minutes or do not retrieve their kid during the limited time they set for the said parent, Jargen sends the kid to the main office and the entire family gets a strike penalty from the Pizza Plex usually between a week or 3 months ban from the facility.

-If the owner of the lost/confiscated item does not try his office to retrieve it by the time the facility closes (which workers are supposed to direct them to if the item is not in the lost and found) Jargon gets to either keep it, throw it away, or repurpose it. He usually chooses the first option or the ladder.

-Jargon is a very serious animatronic. He does not like to waste time and does not get attached to any of his fellow security co-workers, subordinates, or superiors.

"Get back to work, please."

"Yes sir/ma'am."

-Except for one. (More on that later)

-His personality is like paint dry. He is a stale-made bot just wanting to complete the many tasks set upon him day in and day out.

-Even when they are completed before his inevitable clock out/power down time he does not do anything rather interesting.

"You like Jargon?"

"But he's just an exaggerated Security bot! Plus he's a boring party pooper" —*Monty and Roxy to Chica and Freddy*

-He will either sit in his office and read/interact with whatever anyone has given to him as a gift (like how people do for the glam rocks) or walk around the plex double-checking everything, even on the main stars themselves to see if they are functioning properly not to make small talk much to Chica and Freddy's dismay.

"How was your day Jargon?"

"No."

"Don't cha wanna chat?"

"No."

-He has a very advanced AI programmed into him that is always adapting to the world around him. If his systems has come across a stump or an issue it won't be long before he's figured a way around it or solve the problem

-If something went wrong today best believe that same thing won't happen ever again.

-He sometimes, to pass the time of his break, talk to himself. One of the many guilty pleasures he like to partake in, that he has kept secret from even the cameras at the Plex.

-It helps him cool his processors and he likes to recount everything he's done so far.

-No one knows he does this.

-Well not anymore...

-He's been hacked into many times before. All attempts have been futile.

-Until one day. . .

[rxsafetyglasses]

Enhancing Your Game: The Impact of Golf Sunglasses on Performance

Playing golf requires precision, focus, and clear vision. The right sunglasses can significantly improve your performance by reducing glare from water hazards, sand traps, and the fairway, which can be both distracting and detrimental. Golf sunglasses enhance contrast and clarity, crucial for tracking the ball, reading greens, and making accurate shots. RX Safety offers the best golf sunglasses, designed for both sports enthusiasts and casual wearers. Let's explore in detail how RX Safety's offerings can ensure you look great and perform even better on the course.

Golf sunglasses are beneficial in all weather, enhancing contrast and helping you see greens even on overcast days. They protect your eyes from UV rays, dust, wind, and other hazards, essential for maintaining eye health during long games. By reducing glare and improving depth perception, they boost your performance, helping you track the ball, read greens accurately, and make precise shots, lowering your score. Additionally, they reduce eye strain and fatigue, keeping you sharp and focused. 

Choosing the Best Golf Sunglasses

Selecting the ideal golf sunglasses involves considering key factors like lens technology, clarity, contrast, and depth perception. Polarized lenses reduce glare and improve visual acuity, while anti-reflective coatings minimize distractions. Ensure your sunglasses offer 100% UVA and UVB protection for safe play under the sun

A proper fit is crucial for golf sunglasses. Look for models with adjustable nose pads and temple tips for a customized fit. Wraparound frames are also beneficial as they shield your eyes from wind and debris, providing added comfort and stability during your game. Enhance the longevity and performance of your golf sunglasses with anti-reflective and scratch-resistant coatings. These coatings add durability and ensure your sunglasses withstand the rigors of the golf course.

Appropriate Lens Colors

Gray Lenses: Provide a neutral, true-to-color view and work well in various light conditions, making the depth perception, making them ideal for partly cloudy days.

Rose or Copper Lenses: Improve contrast and depth perception, especially useful on overcast days or in lower light conditions.

Green Lenses: Enhance contrast and are suitable for a variety of light conditions, offering a good balance of performance.

Top Brands for Golf Sunglasses

RX Safety offers a curated selection of golf sunglasses from leading brands, each known for its unique blend of style, comfort, and cutting-edge technology. 

Oakley’s golf sunglasses are celebrated for their patented lens technology that optimizes visual clarity at all angles, reducing glare and providing high-definition vision on the course. 

Ray-Ban combines timeless designs with modern features, perfect for those seeking a classic look with the benefits of advanced technology. Their lenses minimize distractions and offer maximum UV protection. 

Nike's eyewear combines innovation and style, offering stability and comfort during active movement, with lenses providing clarity and protection for sports and daily use. Revo sunglasses feature high-contrast polarized lenses based on NASA technology, selectively filtering light for an unparalleled visual experience. Golf sunglasses are more than just a fashion accessory; they are a vital tool for any golfer looking to enhance their performance and protect their eyes. By focusing on lens technology, UV protection, fit, and comfort, and choosing the right lens color and frame design, you can find the perfect pair to suit your needs and style. Investing in high-quality golf sunglasses from RX Safety ensures you not only improve your game but also safeguard your eye health for years to come. Explore our website today and see the difference a great pair of sunglasses can make on the course.

[edithcrawleygirl]

The Best Color Sunglasses for Golf

Golf is a sport that requires a clear line of sight, focus, and sharp decision-making. The right sunglasses can improve your experience on the course by providing enhanced clarity and protection against the sun. The right pair can reduce glare, improve contrast, and shield your eyes from harmful UV rays, all of which can significantly improve your gameplay.

Understanding Sunglasses for Golf

Sunglasses are essential for golf as they help you navigate different lighting conditions, improve your focus, and protect your eyes from harmful UV rays. The right pair of sunglasses can reduce glare from the sun, allowing you to see the course more clearly and make better judgments about the terrain and the ball's trajectory.

Key Factors to Consider

Lens Color and Its Impact: Different lens colors offer various benefits, such as enhanced contrast or better visibility in certain lighting conditions.

Amber/Brown Lenses: These lenses enhance contrast and depth perception, making them ideal for varying light conditions.

Green Lenses: Green lenses balance colors and reduce glare, making them a great choice for sunny days on the course.

Gray Lenses: Offering true color perception, gray lenses work well in all light conditions, providing a natural view.

Yellow Lenses: Yellow lenses improve visibility in overcast conditions and enhance contrast for better focus.

Rose/Red Lenses: These lenses enhance contrast and depth perception, making them suitable for hazy or foggy conditions.

Polarization and Anti-Reflective Coating: Polarized lenses help reduce glare from surfaces like water or sand traps. Anti-reflective coatings further minimize glare and reflections.

Frame Design and Comfort: Look for frames that offer a comfortable fit and sufficient coverage to shield your eyes from the sun. Material choice and durability are also important considerations.

As you explore options for sunglasses, you might also consider replacement lenses from brands like MRY that offer a variety of colors and coatings to suit different conditions and preferences.

Best Color Sunglasses for Golf

Amber/Brown Lenses: These lenses are perfect for enhancing contrast and depth perception, making it easier to spot subtle changes in the course. They're ideal for varying light conditions, including sunny and partly cloudy days.

Green Lenses: Green lenses offer excellent color balance and glare reduction, making them a great choice for bright, sunny conditions on the course.

Gray Lenses: If you prefer natural color perception, gray lenses are the way to go. They work well in all light conditions and provide a true-to-life view of the course.

Yellow Lenses: Yellow lenses are excellent for overcast days, improving visibility and enhancing contrast for better focus on the ball and course.

Rose/Red Lenses: Rose or red lenses enhance contrast and depth perception, making them suitable for hazy or foggy conditions.

Top Brands for Golf Sunglasses

Oakley: Known for their innovative designs and superior optical performance.

Nike: Offers a range of sporty and stylish sunglasses suitable for golf.

Under Armour: Known for their durable and comfortable sunglasses.

Maui Jim: Known for their polarized lenses and stylish designs.

Conclusion

In summary, choosing the right color sunglasses for golf can significantly impact your performance on the course. Consider the lens color, polarization, and anti-reflective coatings to enhance your vision and comfort. Remember to maintain your sunglasses properly to extend their lifespan. With the right pair of sunglasses, you'll be well-equipped to take on the greens with confidence.

[shop-korea]

Disney's EPCOT New Merch Update! February 2023 | Walt Disney World | Dis...

ENCORE - ENCORE - ENCORE

DEAR - PINOYS - AND - PINAYS

OF - SOUTHERN - CALIFORNIA

I'M - THINKING - GATED MIAMI

COMMUNITY - IT - HAS - TINY

HOUSES - FULLY FURNISHED

DESIGNER - DESIGN BY SANAZ

CANADIAN - SANAZ NOURI

MARBLE - GATED - AND SO

BECAUSE - OF - INCOMPETENCE

DIGITAL - ENTRY - AND - TAX YES

FREE - HONG KONG - OUR FULLY

CONCEALED - CARRY

MARTIAL - ARTS - EXPERTS

TAX FREE - HONG KONG BOYS

BIBLE - 'SUPERNATURAL - YES

STRENGTH - OF - MALES'

YOUNG - GUYS - 2 OR THEM

EVERY - DIGITAL - COLOR

PHOTOS - WHEN - THEIR

BY - APP - REGISTERED - CARS

COME - DRIVER's FACE SHOWS

AS - THEY - GREET - THEM

WITH - NAME - SELECTED

'GOOD - MORNING'

'GOOD - AFTERNOON'

'GOOD - EVENING'

DIGITAL - DOOR - ENTRIES

GUESTS - ARE - REGISTERED

NICE - AIR - CONDITIONED

AREA - 2 - REGISTER - ALL

EDIBLE - ARRANGEMENTS

FREE - BASKETS - 4 - OUR

GUESTS - REAL - FRIENDLY

MINIATURE - GOLF - 24/7

ZIPLINES - WATERWORKS

PARKS - 4 - FAMILIES - THE

WATER - AREA - 4 - LITTLE KIDS

SEPARATE - 4 - TALLER - KIDS 2

AQUA - WATERS - OF MALDIVES

BIKE - LANES - HORSE - LANES

LITTLE - HORSE - LANES

SCOOTER - LANES - ROLLER

SKATES - ROLLER - BLADES

LANES - SO - EVERYONE YES

ACTIVE - 2 BIKES - ATTACHED

ALSO - AVAILABLE - FREE - 2

FOOD - TRUCKS - 24/7 - ALSO

EVERY - TINY - HOUSE - HAS

NICE - GRILL - PIZZA - OUTDOOR

2 - CREATE - BEST - PIZZA ALSO

DVDs - BLU RAYS - AVAILABLE

HOW - 2 GRILL - OR MAKE PIZZA

DEAR - KABAYANS,

WOULD - U - TRANSFER 2

MIAMI - KEEP - ME COMPANY

WE - WILL - ALSO - HAVE YES

RV PARK - ONE - OF A KIND 2

ATTACHED - RVs - SO - U - CAN

EXPERIENCE - TOP - NOTCH

RVs - GRILL - ATTACHED TOO

OUTDOOR - FIREPLACE - YES

SOUND PROOF - AREAS - SO U

CAN - PLAY - MUSIC - WATCH

FILMS - OUTSIDE - RV - THUS

U - CAN - ENJOY - OUTDOORS

GERMANY - STATE - OF - ART

RVs - ATTACHED - AND - WE

ALSO - SELL - RVs - WITH THE

ASIAN - ELECTRIC - CAR - ON

THE - INSIDE - AS - WE - WILL

BRING - U 2 - ASHEVILL - NC

NORTH - CAROLINA

RV PARKS - CREATING THERE

SO - MIAMI - 2 - ASHEVILLE NC

WE - CAN - HAVE BOTH WORLDS

VACCINE - 2 - HANDLE - SNOW 2

RV - FR - ASHEVILLE - NORTH

CAROLINA - MOST - BEAUTIFUL

TREES - 2 - MIAMI - OUR GATED

NO - ARMED - OCCUPATIONS

SECURITY - TEACHERS - YES

PROFESSORS - LIBRARIANS

WILL - NOT - B - ALLOWED 2

DEAR - KABAYANS,

2 DEFEAT - ARMED - TAX PAID

IS - BY - TAXES - IF - U - SPEAK

AND - SING - TONGUES

GATED - COMMUNITIES

TINY - HOUSES

SELLING - $1 - EACH

THEREFORE - RESIDENTIAL

TAXES - WILL B - COINS EACH

YEAR - HOW - 2 - DEFEAT THIS

FLORIDA - JOKE - ABOUT

CASTLE - DOCTRINE STATE

HOW - MIAMI - POLICE TRIED

2 - PUSH - 150 LBS - WITH GLASS

WARE - 2 - MY - AIR - MAT - 2 YES

PUNCTURE - PERMANENTLY

WHILE - I - WAS - BARE BUNNED

URINATING - IN - MY - PORTABLE

TOILET - THEY - LAUGH - THAT A

TENT - IS - YOUR - CASTLE

DEFEND - YOUR - CASTLE WITH

DEADLY - FORCE - MIAMI POLICE

NON-GRADS - OF - MIAMI - DADE

COLLEGE - NON - 4.000% - SINCE

PRE-SCHOOL - CALLED - ME - FR

PHILIPPINES - MENTALLY - ILL

BECAUSE - I'M - HOMELESS

REASONS - EVICTION - FIRED

UNEMPLOYED - DOMESTIC

VIOLENCE - REPOSSESSION

FORECLOSURE - NEVER HIRED

AS - BLK - MALE - HIDES - HIS

UGLY - EYES - WITH - SUNGLASS

HE - VIOLATES - THAT - BLIND

WORLD - INTERNATIONAL

WEAR - BLK - SUNGLASSES

FULLY - ARMED - 2 - KILL

FOREIGNERS - FINE - THEM

PUT - IN - JAIL - & - PRISONS

BLKS - BECAME - OFFICERS

2 - GET - MONETORY - FINES

INSTEAD - OF - ARMED ROBBERY

ARREST - INSTEAD - OF - BE YES

ARRESTED - FUTURE -

WEAPONS - GPS

U - WILL - KNOW - WHEN - A

VEHICLE - IS - ILLEGALLY OR

LEGALLY - ARMED - WE WILL

TELL - U - TURN - L - 'NOW'

FUTURE - DISAPPEAR - THE

POLICE - SHERIFFS - BEHIND

U - THEY - JUST - WANT $$$$

DISAPPEAR - THEM - 4 - WE'RE

ALWAYS - ALONE - AS - THEY

SAY - OVER - AND - OVER

'PULL - OVER - 2 - THE - RIGHT

MA'M'

AMERICANS - ARE - NOT

ALLOWED - ROYAL - TITLE

SO - THEY - CALL - WRINKLED

PRUNE - BAGS - 'MA'M'

THUS - WE - SEPARATE

DEAR - KABAYANS,

MAKATI - MINDORO ISLAND

ALL - WILL - HAVE - TITLES

SERENE - 5 NAMES - MARIE

ARIA - BECCA - MAY MAGALLA

SERENE - THE - 2ND

NOBLE - 4 - MALES - WE WILL

FIND - BETTER - TITTLES

RULED - BY - SECRET

SPEAKS - TONGUES

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Moon & Co Eyewear: The Best Place for an Eye Exam in Sarasota

When you’re looking for the best place for an eye exam, however, it can be difficult to know where to go. Where will you receive the best service? Which boutique offers the best lines of eyewear to choose from?

Keep reading to learn why Moon & Co Eyewear is the number one eyewear boutique and eye exam center in Sarasota, Florida.

About Moon & Co Eyewear

Fatima Moon is an experienced optician who spent years working at an upscale optical boutique in Naples. She quickly fell in love with the industry and, as she puts it, “I realized that I was not only selling glasses and fashion, I was selling vision.”

Not wanting to compete against the master opticians she’d come to love, Fatima decided to move to Sarasota and establish her own boutique there.

Moon & Co Eyewear’s atmosphere is calm, contemporary, and sophisticated, with a distinctly European feel. Patients can expect only the finest brands to choose from, including Cartier, Chanel, Mykita, and Goldwood.

Getting an Eye Exam at Moon & Co Eyewear

After your exam, which is a fast and painless procedure, your prescription will go to our state-of-the-art lab. Your personalized lenses or contacts will then be delivered within days. Depending on your needs, you may also order specialty items such as polarized sunglasses, computer lenses, or golf lenses.

Of course, the most enjoyable part is picking out your frames. Our team will evaluate your face shape, eye color, hair color, and other details to find the perfect fit for you.

What Our Patients Have to Say

Don’t just take our word for it. Here’s what patients have to say about the services and products at Moon and Eyewear Co.

“Fatima is wonderful to work with. I highly recommend her as she is very knowledgeable and easy to work with. They have a great selection of frames…and I am very fussy!” — Ann M.

“Made an appointment for an eye exam and received great service and attention from all the staff! Would highly recommend this establishment.” — Bill M.

“The honesty and transparency makes you feel at ease, knowing that they have your best interest at heart. If anyone is looking for eyewear I do recommend this place.” — Ramy S.

Where to Get an Eye Exam in Sarasota

There’s no shortage of places to get an eye exam on Florida’s west coast. But if you’re looking for premium eyewear and unparalleled customer service, one name stands out above the rest.

Moon & Co Eyewear in Sarasota is your go-to choice. Fatima Moon and her entire team pride themselves on finding the perfect eyeglasses to suit your face, style, and vision needs.

Call us at (941) 260-8523 or fill out our contact form and we’ll contact you to schedule your eye exam.

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Exploring Grand Turk with Golf Carts: A Complete Guide

When exploring the stunning island of Grand Turk in the Turks and Caicos, there's no better way to do it than with a golf cart. These small, electric vehicles provide an excellent means of transportation for tourists, allowing them to discover the island's beauty at their own pace. This comprehensive guide will delve into everything you need to know about Grand Turk golf carts, from where to rent them to the best places to explore.

Renting a Golf Cart in Grand Turk

Why Choose a Golf Cart?

With its charming streets and scenic beauty, Grand Turk is an ideal place for leisurely exploration. While there are other transportation options like taxis and bicycles, golf carts offer a unique blend of convenience and adventure. They are easy to operate, eco-friendly, and allow you to reach places that may be less accessible by other means.

Where to Rent

Turks and Caicos Golf Carts are among the best places to rent a golf cart on Grand Turk. They offer various cart options to suit your needs, from single-seaters to more prominent coaches for groups or families. Booking online in advance is advisable, especially during the peak tourist season, to ensure availability.

Rental Rates

Rental rates for golf carts can vary depending on the size of the coach and the duration of your rental. You can expect to pay around $75 to $100 per day. It's good to check the specific rates and terms on the rental company's website before making a reservation.

Exploring Grand Turk

Now that you've secured your golf cart rental, it's time to hit the road and explore the island. Here are some must-visit spots:

Cockburn Town

Start your journey in Cockburn Town, the Turks and Caicos Islands capital. This historic town boasts colorful colonial-style architecture, including the famous Grand Turk Lighthouse. Explore the narrow streets, visit the local shops, and immerse yourself in the island's rich history.

Governor's Beach

Hop back into your golf cart and head to Governor's Beach. This picturesque stretch of coastline features powdery white sand and crystal-clear waters. It's the perfect place to relax, swim, and soak up the sun. Don't forget your snorkeling gear if you want to explore the underwater beauty of the nearby coral reefs.

Grand Turk Wall

The Grand Turk Wall is a must-see underwater wonder for those interested in diving or snorkeling. This incredible drop-off point plunges to depths of over 7,000 feet, and it's home to a diverse range of marine life, including colorful corals and tropical fish.

Gibbs Cay

Gibbs Cay is a small, uninhabited island near Grand Turk. It's a popular spot for stingray encounters. You can take your golf cart to the ferry terminal and arrange a boat trip to Gibbs Cay, where you can swim with and feed gentle stingrays.

Sunsets at Pillory Beach

Wrap up your day of exploration by heading to Pillory Beach to catch a breathtaking Caribbean sunset. Park your golf cart on the beach, relax with a drink, and watch as the sun paints the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink.

Tips for a Memorable Golf Cart Adventure

Safety First: Always wear your seatbelt, adhere to speed limits, and follow traffic rules while driving your golf cart.

Sun Protection: Don't forget sunscreen, sunglasses, and a hat to shield yourself from the Caribbean sun.

Exploration Essentials: Pack essentials like water, snacks, a map, and your camera to capture the beauty of Grand Turk.

Respect the Environment: Be mindful of the environment and local culture. Dispose of trash properly and be considerate of residents and fellow tourists.

Conclusion

In conclusion, exploring the Grand Turk with a golf cart is an experience. It allows you to immerse yourself in the island's charm and beauty while maintaining the freedom to venture off the beaten path. With this guide, you're well-equipped to make the most of your Grand Turk adventure, ensuring a memorable and enjoyable visit to this Caribbean paradise. So, book your golf cart rental and get ready for an unforgettable journey through the picturesque streets and shores of Grand Turk.

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A Golfer's Wardrobe Essentials: Building the Perfect Collection of Golfwear

When it comes to golf, it's not just about perfecting your swing or mastering the greens. Your choice of golfwear plays a significant role in both your performance and style on the course. In this post, we'll dive into the essential items that should grace every golfer's wardrobe, with a special focus on short sleeve golf shirts for men and golfwear for women. 

Tee Off in Style: Short Sleeve Golf Shirts for Men

Performance Polo Shirts - Performance is the name of the game when it comes to golf shirts. Look for short sleeve polo shirts made from moisture-wicking materials that keep you cool and dry even during the hottest rounds. These shirts often have UV protection built in, shielding you from the sun's harmful rays.

Classic Patterns and Colors - While golf fashion has evolved, classic patterns and colors still reign supreme. Opt for solid colors like navy, white, and black, and experiment with subtle patterns like stripes or checks. These timeless choices ensure you'll look sharp on the course, no matter the season or trends.

Breathable Fabrics - Golf is a sport that requires hours of outdoor play, so comfort is vital. Choose shirts made from breathable fabrics like polyester or blends with a hint of spandex for added stretch. It will allow you to move freely while maintaining a polished look.

Swing in Elegance: Golfwear for Women

Golf fashion for women is all about merging style and functionality. Here are some essentials to elevate your golfwear game:

Tailored Golf Dresses - Gone are the days when women's golfwear was limited to skirts and shorts. Invest in tailored golf dresses that are designed for performance. Look for moisture-wicking materials, built-in shorts, and a flattering fit.

Versatile Golf Skirts - Skirts are the perfect fusion of a skirt's style and shorts' comfort. They provide excellent mobility and coverage. Pair them with your favorite golf shirt for a chic yet sporty look.

Sun Protection - Just like their male counterparts, female golfers should prioritise sun protection. Invest in golf hats, sunglasses, and high-SPF sunscreen to shield your skin from the sun's harmful effects.

Layering Pieces - Golf weather can be unpredictable, so having a few layering pieces in your golfwear collection is essential. Lightweight jackets or vests can keep you warm on chilly mornings without hindering your swing.

Additional Tips for the Perfect Golfwear Collection

Stay Weather-Ready: Golfers are known for playing in various weather conditions. Be prepared with a waterproof jacket or windbreaker in your wardrobe for those unexpected showers or gusty winds.

Dress Code Awareness: Different golf courses may have varying dress codes. Always check ahead to ensure your attire complies with their regulations. It's better to be overdressed than under-dressed on the green.

Personal Style Matters: While golf has its traditions, don't be afraid to inject some of your personal style into your golfwear collection. Expressing yourself through your clothing can add a fun and unique element to the game.

The Bottom Line

Whether you're a man looking for the best short sleeve golf shirts or a lady searching for stylish golfwear for women options, there are plenty of choices available. With the proper golf attire, you'll not only look good but also play your best game ever. So, tee off in style and conquer the course with confidence!

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Styling Polo Shirts For Every Occasion

The polo shirt, with its blend of casual comfort and refined style can be worn for a wide range of occasions. It’s also a top pick of organizations, as a workplace uniform, for employees and staff. As a matter of fact, investment by businesses in wholesale blank polo shirts keeps increasing each year. 

Whether you're dressing up for a semi-formal event or aiming for a relaxed weekend look, mastering the art of styling polo shirts can elevate your fashion game. In this guide, we'll explore how to style polo shirts for every occasion.

1. Casual Outings:

For everyday casual wear, the polo shirt is your best friend. Pair a classic navy or white polo shirt with well-fitted jeans for a timeless and comfortable look. Complete the outfit with sneakers or boat shoes for a laid-back vibe. Try rolling up the sleeves to add a touch of nonchalance. Tommy Bahama polo shirts are among the most in-demand premium casual polos in the USA.

2. Business Casual:

The polo shirt can seamlessly transition into the business casual realm. If you are running a business needing uniforms for employees, purchase blank polo shirts wholesale for more savings. For the uniform, you can opt for a solid-colored polo shirt in a muted shade like charcoal, navy, or burgundy. Polos can be paired with slim-fit chinos or dress trousers for a business casual look. Add a leather belt and loafers to complete the polished ensemble. We recommend looking into Gildan polo shirts wholesale for the best bang for the buck.

3. Outdoor Activities:

When engaging in outdoor activities like golf, hiking, or a casual game of tennis, choose a moisture-wicking, performance polo shirt. Performance polo shirts keep the wearer dry, and some of them even feature anti-odor fabric technology. Pair them with sporty shorts and comfortable sneakers or athletic shoes.

4. Date Night:

For a sophisticated yet relaxed look on a date night, choose a well-fitted polo shirt in a rich color such as deep red, forest green, or royal blue. Pair it with dark jeans or chinos and dressy leather shoes or desert boots. Add a stylish watch for an extra touch of elegance.

5. Summer Parties:

Summer gatherings call for a breezy and effortless look. Opt for a lightweight, short-sleeved polo shirt in a bright color or fun print. Shorts or linen trousers complete the style. Slip on some espadrilles or leather sandals to keep things comfortable yet stylish.

6. Formal Events:

While the polo shirt is typically considered casual wear, you can still incorporate it into semi-formal events with the right styling. Choose a long-sleeved polo shirt in a refined fabric like silk or merino wool. Pair it with dress trousers, a blazer, and polished leather shoes. Ensure the fit is impeccable to maintain an elegant appearance. If you are looking for great apparel options for a promotional event, we recommend checking out Port Authority polo shirts wholesale, as they have cheap yet high quality polos that’d suit such settings.

7. Layering:

For colder weather or to add depth to your outfit, consider layering the polo shirt. Add a lightweight sweater or cardigan over the polo shirt and pair it with jeans or slacks. This layering technique works well for both casual and business casual occasions.

8. Accessories:

To enhance your polo shirt ensemble, consider accessorizing. A classic leather belt, a sleek wristwatch, and sunglasses can all elevate the wearer’s look. Don't forget that the collar of a polo shirt can be popped for a touch of casual flair, but use this style choice sparingly.

In conclusion, the polo shirt's versatility makes it a valuable addition to any wardrobe and a great pick for organizations to hand out as uniforms. Many wholesalers offer volume discounts for bulk polo shirts orders too. By choosing the right color, fabric, and accessories, polo shirts can be styled for every occasion, from casual outings to formal events, while maintaining comfort and a sense of style. 

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Stay stylish and protected: sun hats for every occasion

Sun hats not only add a touch of style to your outfit but also provide essential protection from the sun's harmful rays. Whether you're hanging out on the beach, strolling through the park, or attending a summer party, sun hats are your go-to accessory for staying stylish and protected from the sun. Let's delve into the world of sun hats and explore the different styles, materials, and occasions that make them a true summer essential.

Floppy sun hats: effortless elegance

When it comes to combining fashion and function, floppy sun hats dominate. Featuring wide brims and soft materials, these hats provide excellent sun protection for your face, neck, and shoulders. Whether you're enjoying a day at the beach or exploring the local farmer's market, floppy sun hats add an air of relaxed elegance to your outfit. Pair with a flowy tank dress and oversized sunglasses for a timeless summer look that oozes charm.

Wide-brimmed straw hat: natural beauty

For a touch of rustic charm and undeniable sun protection, choose a wide-brimmed straw hat. Made from natural materials, these hats provide ample shade while letting your skin breathe. They're perfect for picnics, outdoor concerts, or just hanging out by the pool. Tie a vibrant scarf around the bottom of the hat to add a pop of color, or keep it classic with neutral tones that complement any outfit.

Sports visors: active adventures

If you're an active person who loves the outdoors and adventure, then a sports visor may be your best companion. The visor provides shade for your eyes while maximizing ventilation, making it ideal for activities such as tennis, golf, or hiking. Look for adjustable straps and moisture-wicking material to keep you cool and comfortable during your workout.

Foldable sun hats: a travel essential

Flying to a tropical paradise? Don't forget to pack a collapsible sun hat! These cleverly designed hats can be rolled up, folded, or tucked into a suitcase without getting out of shape. Perfect for globetrotters and adventurers alike, a collapsible sun hat ensures you're ready for sunny adventures wherever you go.

In short, sun hats are more than just accessories; they're the perfect summer barrier against the sun. From loose and elegant to sporty and functional, there's a sun hat for every occasion and style. Remember to pair your hat of choice with sunscreen, sunglasses, and a confident smile for the ultimate sun-protected look. We are a supplier of sun hat products and offer one-stop sourcing.

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How Sunglass Lens Colors Affect Your Eyes

Sunglasses have evolved beyond being just a fashionable accessory to protect your eyes from harmful ultraviolet (UV) rays. With a wide range of lens colors available, each offering unique benefits, it's essential to understand how sunglass lens colors can affect your eyes and overall visual experience.

The Science of Sunglass Lens Colors Sunglass lenses are made from different materials and infused with various dyes, pigments, or coatings to achieve specific colors. Each color serves a purpose and can influence the way you perceive the world around you while providing essential eye protection.

1. Gray Lenses: Gray lenses are among the most popular choices for sunglasses. They provide true color perception, making them ideal for everyday use. Gray lenses reduce brightness and glare without distorting colors, offering a balanced level of light reduction. This tint is perfect for prolonged wear in bright outdoor conditions, as it minimizes eye strain and fatigue.

2. Brown/Amber Lenses: Brown or amber lenses enhance contrast, making them an excellent choice for outdoor activities like fishing, golfing, and driving. They improve depth perception and visual acuity in various lighting conditions, especially in low-light settings. Brown or amber lenses are known to reduce glare and enhance visual clarity, enhancing overall eye comfort during daytime activities.

3. Green Lenses: Green lenses also offer good contrast and clarity. They are particularly useful for activities that require precise vision, such as golf and baseball. Green lenses reduce eyestrain in bright light conditions and provide a soothing effect on the eyes. They are a versatile choice for various outdoor pursuits.

4. Yellow/Orange Lenses: Yellow or orange lenses are known for enhancing visual depth and contrast, especially in low-light conditions. They can be beneficial for activities like shooting or skiing, as they improve target visibility. However, these lenses may cause color distortion in bright sunlight and are best suited for specific situations rather than all-day wear.

5. Blue/Purple Lenses: Blue or purple-tinted lenses are more of a fashion statement than a practical choice for eye health. While they may offer some UV protection, they are not as effective as other lens colors in reducing glare and enhancing vision clarity. They are better suited for indoor fashion or light use in less bright conditions.

The Impact on Eye Health Beyond aesthetics and visual comfort, sunglass lens colors play a crucial role in eye health. The primary purpose of wearing sunglasses is to shield your eyes from harmful UV rays, which can lead to various eye problems, including cataracts, macular degeneration, and photokeratitis (similar to sunburn of the eyes).

When choosing sunglasses, look for ones that offer 100% UV protection regardless of their color. Many sunglass manufacturers provide this essential feature across their entire range, ensuring your eyes are safeguarded from the harmful effects of the sun.

Matching Sunglass Lens Colors to Activities To maximize the benefits of sunglass lens colors, consider the specific activities you engage in regularly:

1. Outdoor Sports: Brown, amber, or green lenses are excellent choices for activities that require precise vision and depth perception, such as golfing, fishing, or cycling.

2. Driving: Gray lenses are ideal for driving, as they maintain true color perception while reducing glare and bright light.

3. Low-Light Conditions: Yellow or orange lenses are suitable for low-light environments, enhancing contrast and visibility.

4. Everyday Use: Gray lenses are versatile and provide comfortable vision in most everyday situations, making them a popular choice for daily wear.

Conclusion Sunglass lens colors go beyond being a mere fashion statement. They have a significant impact on your eye health, visual comfort, and overall experience in various environments. Gray lenses offer true color perception and balanced light reduction, while brown, amber, and green lenses enhance contrast and visual acuity for specific outdoor activities. Yellow and orange lenses are excellent for low-light conditions, and blue or purple lenses are more of a style preference than practical for eye health.

Remember that regardless of sunglass lens color, always prioritize 100% UV protection when choosing sunglasses. Consult with an eye care professional to find the perfect sunglass lens color that suits your lifestyle and ensures optimal eye health, allowing you to see the world with clarity and confidence while keeping your precious eyes safe from harmful UV rays.

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Dress to Impress: Mastering Beach Formal Wedding Attire with Style

Introduction

Linen shirts are essential pieces that every man should have in his wardrobe. Known for their breathability, versatility, and timeless style, linen shirts offer a perfect blend of comfort and sophistication. Whether you're dressing for a casual day out or a more formal event, linen shirts can effortlessly elevate your look. In this guide, we'll explore the must-have linen shirts that every man needs, along with tips on styling and care to help you make the most of these wardrobe staples.

The Classic White Linen Shirt

A classic white linen shirt is a wardrobe essential that every man should own. Timeless, versatile, and effortlessly stylish, a white linen shirt can be dressed up or down for any occasion. Pair it with denim jeans for a casual look, or layer it under a blazer for a more polished ensemble. The crisp white fabric of a linen shirt adds a touch of sophistication to any outfit, making it a versatile piece that you'll reach for time and time again.

The Casual Button-Down Linen Shirt

For laid-back days and casual outings, a button-down linen shirt is the perfect choice. With its relaxed fit and breathable fabric, a casual linen shirt offers comfort and style in equal measure. Pair it with shorts or chinos for a relaxed weekend look, or wear it open over a plain t-shirt for effortless cool. The button-down collar adds a touch of refinement to the casual vibe, making it a go-to option for a variety of occasions.

The Linen Polo Shirt

A linen polo shirt is a modern twist on a classic wardrobe staple. With its sporty silhouette and lightweight fabric, a linen polo offers a perfect blend of style and comfort. Wear it with tailored trousers for a smart casual look, or pair it with shorts for a more relaxed vibe. The breathable fabric of a linen polo shirt makes it ideal for warmer weather, keeping you cool and comfortable all day long. Whether you're hitting the golf course or grabbing drinks with friends, a linen polo shirt is a versatile option that you'll love wearing.

The Linen Dress Shirt

For more formal occasions, a linen dress shirt is a must-have in every man's wardrobe. With its crisp fabric and tailored fit, a linen dress shirt exudes sophistication and style. Pair it with dress trousers and leather shoes for a polished office look, or wear it under a suit for a special event. The breathable fabric of a linen dress shirt ensures that you stay comfortable, even during long days at the office or formal gatherings. Invest in a few classic colors like white, light blue, and grey to cover all your bases and elevate your formal attire.

Styling Tips

When styling your linen shirts, keep the following tips in mind to make the most of these wardrobe staples:

Experiment with Colors: While classic neutrals like white, beige, and navy are timeless choices, don't be afraid to experiment with colors and patterns to add interest to your outfits.

Mix and Match: Mix and match your linen shirts with different bottoms and accessories to create a variety of looks for any occasion.

Layering: Use layering to your advantage by wearing your linen shirts under jackets or sweaters for added warmth and style during cooler months.

Accessorize: Add accessories like sunglasses, hats, and watches to complete your look and add a personal touch to your outfit.

Care and Maintenance

Proper care and maintenance are essential to keep your linen shirts looking their best. Follow these tips to ensure that your shirts stay fresh and stylish for years to come:

Gentle Washing: Machine wash your linen shirts on a gentle cycle with cold water to prevent shrinking and preserve the fabric's integrity.

Air Drying: Hang your linen shirts to air dry rather than using a dryer to avoid damage from high heat.

Steam Ironing: Use a steam iron on a low to medium heat setting to remove wrinkles from your linen shirts and restore their crisp appearance.

Conclusion

In conclusion, linen shirts for men are versatile wardrobe staples that every man needs. Whether you're dressing for a casual day out or a more formal event, linen shirts offer comfort, style, and sophistication in equal measure. By investing in classic styles like the white linen shirt, casual button-down, polo shirt, and dress shirt, along with following styling and care tips, you can elevate your wardrobe and always look your best. With their timeless appeal and effortless versatility, linen shirts are sure to become go-to pieces that you'll reach for time and time again.