One woman’s personal feelings towards men’s fashion in novels turns sinister one winter evening.
One woman with a preference.
One sentient piece of clothing with a mission.
Who will make it out, Thread or Alive.
*This 2500 word short story is not meant to be taken seriously. It's literally about a sentient piece of clothing. If you have particularly positive feelings about Henleys, this may not be for you.
Rhiana you maniacal and vindictive genius lmaooo While I was never a fan of these godforsaken crimes against fashion, I am now of the same mind where I can’t bear to read about them as descriptors in romance books 😂😭
If you’re looking for pure poetry, look no further: “if you’re going to have slutty buttons, maybe you should commit to be an actual shirt you dumb fuck”
Still thinking about how I was so unfazed by Henley’s that I never realised that Dean Winchester lives in them or that they’re a key feature of Dexter’s kill outfit 🥲
Thread or Alive…a beautifully written good ole time. I laughed, I gasped and then I laughed some more. Mainly I want an enemies to lovers sequel between the FMC and the Henley. Will the author do it? One can only hope.