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PSA for all Deadpool and Wolverine fanfic writers: Stop writing Logan at a normal weight!
In the comics Logan is 5'3. Everyone knows that. What most don't know is that even at 5'3 he weighs 300 lbs. His skeleton is metal. He's real dense. Man cannot get in a body of water, he will sink every time (this is cannon).
What does that mean for movie!Logan?
He's gonna weigh a lot more. Hugh Jackman is 6'2! He is 11 inches taller than comic!Logan. That means 11 inches of more skeleton metal. He probably weighs closer to like 400lbs. If not more.
When he lays on top of someone, they will feel it. Good luck getting him off of whoever he slept on top of. Good luck breathing.
Edit: @vigilantsycamore did the math and apparently Logan would be closer to 500lbs. Everyone thank them for blessing us with math
#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#poolverine#deadclaws#logan howlett#wade wilson#man is dense#aint no 200lbs#deadpool 3#mcu logan#comic logan
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Prompt 296
Through a series of miscommunication, the League is now under the impression that Batman, strange cryptid that he is, may or may not have given birth to the other vigilantes running around in Gotham. This was not helped by Bruce referring to all of his children, no matter how big they get, as his babies. Nor was it helped by Red Robin, in the middle of a narcolepsy-fueled imminent crash, mentioned how he had no mother.
It also doesn’t help that no one is aware that they are in fact completely normal people, and not aspects of Gotham itself brought to life. Though really that’s on the bats themselves, because at this point they should at least count as undead.
#Prompts#DC#DCU#Justice League#Batfamily#Batman Au#Cryptid Batfam#Cryptid Batfamily#Cryptid Batman#Bruce talking about the kids: My precious baby boy <3#The baby boy: *6ft+ 200lb+ built-like-a-fridge-&-tank-had-a-murder-child Jason Todd*#JL: Okay so like they have to come into being as like not literal babies then right-#Other Hero: Or they grow really fast to how they look now-#The kids encourage the rumors & Bruce has a can’t beat em join em thing with his kids#Damian is complaining until the others tell him that it’s okay if he doesn’t think he’ll be able to pull it off…#Damian does a 180- he’ll be the best cryptid baby creachur ever fuck you for thinking otherwise#Also I need you to realize that when I say Bruce I mean Battinson-looking Bruce behind the cryptid shit#So yes Damian has the biggest doe eyes even with the feather-dominos#Yes this was inspired by the Bats Stole the League Brain Cells series by EmpressGeek on AO3#Also feel free to give them wings- mechanical or just altered capes or whatever#They’re pulling out all the stakes for these shenanigans
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Come and get it! Side angles and fat talking 🥰
https://curvage.org/forum/index.php?/files/file/47807-side-angle-fat-talking-%F0%9F%98%89%F0%9F%A5%B5/
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#fat girl#fat piggy#gaining fat#gaining kink#gaining weight on purpose#get me fatter#weight gain#fat babe#fatty#fat belly#fat gainer#fat#fat anime#fat arse#weight gain shake#200lbs
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Sorry for disappearing. I'm coming back soon. I lost the weight, but I plan on gaining it all back and much more. Hopefully you aren't too disappointed. I got this new mask. I'm going to be a good piggy from now on 🐷. More updates to come, and also check out my twitter MakeMeFat31 (@MakeMeFat31) / X (twitter.com)
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Girl please stop romanticizing obesity, it will literally kill you eventually (and I know it’s not the first time someone says it to you). Like are you even ok? Romanticizing being immobile & being humiliated on the street? Why would you even aspire to this? For some attention of questionable men on this app? Girl they don’t deserve you. This message comes from a place of concern, it is not intended as an insult. You said you want a career in the future, maybe focus on that, I’m not sure how possible it is do all that while being immobile or having whatever condition.
omfg 😭 i apologize for writing little stories to get myself off, i guess?? lmfao. i have a fetish. i state clearly in my bio that this is what to expect. sorry im horny posting anonymously on tumblr.com ???? stop being weird when u don’t even belong in these spaces
#this is so silly#like i really have any choice but to focus on my career#and i’ve literally said before that i don’t plan on reaching immobility#i really doubt i could. i have tummy issues and am literally allergic to garlic#and i’ve also definitely stated before that what i do requires me to have some level of fitness#permits went thru and i have. a massive project out in west TX in september#also. why does this person assume i’m not doing it for myself??#i was fat before posting here. and i will be fat after#i love my body and i’d love it even more if i was bigger#but i’m fine where i am and i’d be fine losing 50lbs too#tho i don’t wanna be under 200lbs bc that’s where body dysmorphia starts#i am predominantly attracted to fat women so. let me be that pls lol#anon. we have one life and i’m genuinely blessed to have attraction to smthn outside of the norm#this variation is normal within a population and i will have a normal life despite what ppl like you think#talk#ask
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Hit (and exceeded) 200lbs!!!
Been trying for over a year and a half and I'm finally only 10lbs away from the heaviest I've ever been!
Can't wait to surpass it 😈😈😈
#fat belly#queer feederism#belly kink#belly#getting fat on purpose#big gut#queer feedism#me#fatboy#200lbs#male gainer
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HRT isn't enough, i need to be covered in tatoos and piercings
#send me asks about what i should get ��#for ref: i'm 6'2 and like 200lbs so there's plenty of room on the canvas lol#personal post#send me asks
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Celebi always gets to be held, now she wants to hold them!
#celebi#dusknoir#grovyle#future trio#pokemon doodles#original art#Dusknoir is not used to being held on account of being over 200lbs#But celebi is strong (and definitely not using psychic just a tiny bit)
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kinktober day 28 - leather
ghost x f!reader
[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1.4k, established relationship, leather kink, vaguely implied masturbation, no sex in this, just cute, kink-flavored fluff.]
tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass
“Si?” you asked peaking around the corner, trying to catch your boyfriend’s eye. “Mind if I wear this tonight?”
Your boyfriend looked up from where he was sitting on the couch, tying his shoes while you put the finishing touches on your outfit before you went out for the night. He looked up, dark brown eyes flashing over you once, down to his shoes, then quickly back again as his brain processed what he just saw.
You stood in the hall, hands nervously clutched together as you waited for his response. Your outfit wasn’t anything special, just a comfortable and classic white t shirt paired with a short black jean skirt and a pair of high tops. You weren’t worried about those, though. It was the old leather jacket you had found in the back of his closet that had you dancing side to side, awaiting his approval.
As he sat there, hands on his knees, slowly blinking like he was trying to decided if what he saw was real or not, you started to sweat. Then he stood up, wide-eyed stare on you as he crossed the room. He loomed over you, running his hands over the soft, cracked leather draped across your shoulders.
“Where’d you find this, love?” he mumbled, eyes glazed as the feel and smell of the jacket brought back a flood of memories. “Thought it was long gone.”
“Bottom of a box while I was cleaning our closet,” you answered, biting your lip.
His hands trailed down the arms of the jacket, fashionably oversized on you, but you could imagine when he had last worn it, practically a lifetime ago at this point, it would have fit him like a glove. His hands closed around your shoulders, scrunching the thick material as he hauled you closer to him. He pressed his face down into the crown of your head, a deep inhale ruffling your hair as his arms ran across your back, smoothing down the jacket almost reverently.
You did the same, hands running up and down his torso, giving what comfort they could. You still weren’t sure what answer you were going to get. Any unexpected tiptoe into Simon’s past had usually not ended well, so you tried to avoid it altogether.
“Don’t have to-” you started to say, trying to give him a gentle way to let you down.
“Looks fuckin’ gorgeous on y’, love,” he interrupted, pulling away to look down at you, eyes now half lidded and heavy. “Better than it ever did on me.”
With that, he stepped away, leading you with him toward the door by the hand.
“Ready?” he asked, suddenly more excited for this night out than he had been all week. “Be late if we don’t leave soon.”
You stuck your head out of the dressing room nervously. You looked around for Simon, somehow unable to spot his unusually tall and wide form in the mostly empty shop exactly at the time you needed him. You stepped gingerly out from behind the curtain in your socks, the outfit you wanted to show him still on, when you spotted him flipping through hangers on a round carousel.
“Si!” you hissed, catching his attention immediately.
His back straighted as he turned, the small piece of clothing on it’s hanger swinging in his hand as he turned quickly to face you. You held your hands out, silently asking for his opinion.
“Nice,” he said flatly, before shoving whatever he had picked out into your hands. “Try this one on f’ me. Wanna see you in it.”
You held the miniskirt out to look it over. It was technically the correct size, which he had chosen by some miracle, but it was short. Short short. At least it was black and not some bright, tacky color.
“My ass is gonna hang out,” you said rolling your eyes. “Want me to look like some sleazy barfly, Si?”
“It’s . . . it’ll wear in. Leather, you know? Just try it on,” he urged you, slightly trembling hands pushing the hanger back toward you before tucking them away in his pockets. “Please, love. Just f’ me.”
“Okaaay,” you said with an over dramatic sigh, followed up with a smile before you walked back into the changing room. Before you disappeared behind the curtain, you turned back to your boyfriend telling him, “Now don’t wander away again, or else I won’t get it.”
You almost choked on your laugh at how fast he sat down. His expression graven as he took his position. Most people asked you how you got along with a man that came off so emotionless, practically expressionless most of the time. You could never make those people understand how wrong they were. Like now, you only had to look at him to read him. When he wanted something, it was so so obvious.
You shuffled into the tight little skirt, giving yourself a look in a few poses, deciding you liked it before you stepped out. Simon didn’t even have his phone out, his attention fully on you the second you stepped out. The world must have slowed down for him, the way he reacted. You heard his breath catch in his throat. A blush dusted his cheeks, tinting his ears a violent pink. His eyes, heavy and half-lidded, went nearly black as he stood up, lurching like a Hammer Horror monster toward you.
You couldn’t help but let a little smile creep across your mouth as he closed his hands around your waist, fingers itching to stroke at the material.
“Like it?” you asked coyly, pulling the front seam down, already knowing his answer.
“Fuck, love,” he groaned, petting down your leather-clad hips. “Buyin’ this for you. Don’t care if you ever wear it out, just . . . just wear it once f’ me? Okay?”
You giggled, pulling out of his grasp and his shadow to back into the changing room. The way he was acting, riled up over almost nothing, had you regretting pushing him backwards to prevent him from following you in. You liked this shop, though, and it would be a shame to never be able to come back because your man couldn’t keep it in his pants until you got home.
“Si, you have to stop,” you told him over the phone, connection crackling as you tried to catch up with him while he was off god-knows-where for the third month in a row.
You toyed with the box in your lap, the latest package to arrive with your name on it and you had an idea what was inside. The first had held a pair of black boots. Expensive as hell, leather boots, mind you. They were exquisitely made, with tall uppers that zippered just under your knees, and a sensible, stacked leather heel.
The second package was a pair of pants: white and boot cut. They didn’t look all that amazing at first, until you tried them on. They gripped your ass like no tomorrow, putting it fully on display. The sight alone made you blush, and that was standing alone in your bathroom. It had been your mistake sending Simon a picture, asking if he was sure about them. He was groaning and whimpering on the other end the whole call, not even trying to hide what he was doing.
Now you were sat on your bed with the latest package between your knees, scissors in hand, opening it at his request.
“Want to hear your reaction this time,” he said breathless, ignoring your complaints.
Slowly you cut away the packing tape, knowing that whatever was inside could be punctured and was probably expensive. Inside was a smaller, decorative box. When you opened that, a sheet of folded over tissue paper protected the goods inside, gauzy material obscuring everything but the color. You held your breath as you removed the paper, revealing what the red mass was.
“Oh,” you gasped into the phone, holding it up.
It was a dress, short, red and revealing in just about every place it could be. The tiny set of straps criss-crossed around your neck to hold up a bodice shaped into a shallow v at the front. Between your breasts, down the front center, was a barely hidden zipper that ran all the way down to the hem. It even had little slits at the sides.
Don’t want to look too demure, you thought.
“Well?” he asked. You could hear him pacing on the other end.
“I love it!” you said with a laugh, breaking the awkward silence. “Can’t wait to wear it for you,” you continued, “But Simon, love. You gotta face the fact you have a fetish at this point.”
You could almost see his blush as he grumbled on the other end: something about “nothing being wrong” and “just wanting to treat his girl” while you laid back against your shared bed and had a good long laugh over it.
#mw2#ghost/reader#ghost x reader#starry writes#kinktober 2024#cod fanfic#call of duty#cod mw2#back on my no smut bullshit 😎#i love the implication that reader can take this six foot 200lb+ soldier man to his knees with a square yard of leather#man is so down bad and he does NOT care 💀
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one of the local lost dog recovery groups that i follow recently put up a notice for a senior collie that went missing, and they listed his weight as 120lbs... and i know this is so not the point, and i hope they find their dog safe and sound, but. what the hell do you MEAN 120lbs. are you horrible at estimating weight, or did you lose a dog that is so obese as to be spherical. HUH.
#the photo they used is not a great full-body shot but he looks relatively normal so like. what.#im hoping and praying hes just a large 80-90lb male that they are just massively overestimating#(along the lines of 'my pitbull is 200LBS of PURE MUSCLE and its just like a very stocky 60lb bully)#just weird
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Hurrrgghhhhhh willing this pyromancer into existence grrrkrkrkfndhdj
He alone can destroy the world,,, it’s just gotta happen
#woweee more boobas#sorry tumblr#wizard101#w101#w101 oc#w101 art#wizzy101#wizzy art#flint sunblade#pyromancer#wizard#since when have wizards started benching 200lbs
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One question, do you have trouble walking? I had a job where I had to carry around ~150 pounds of wire and I had to stop every block or so. Does fat carry differently?
i don’t, not anymore, though i did after gaining 20lbs dec/jan :)) fat does carry differently but you also get used to the weight if you gain slowly and keep up physical activity?
and even if you gained quickly and it’s difficult to be active, if you’re kind to yourself and work on it, you’ll be able to walk normally again! your muscles will be able to carry more in general, it’s why some fat ppl are very strong haha
#when i was in hs at around 200lbs i was known for being extremely strong#not so much anymore tho i am stronger than my closest friends idk#talk#ask
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#it has been six months to the day since my mother stopped me after i made her breakfast and said#'elizabeth i don't feel so well'#and died before lunch#and i could talk about how much /i've/ changed#phyiscally (amazing what happens when you're no longer lifting a 200lb woman and her wheelchair about)#and definitely emotionally#and i could talk about how much my understanding of my mother has changed#now that i've gone through her shelves and drawers and closet; her love letters and saved plane ticket stubs#student id cards and no less than seventeen copies of her finalized divorce#and the boxes of family things i haven't touched bc there's no one left to ask about their contents#and i could talk about how much of a shocking difference it makes‚ all the little ways people show kindness#but i think in the end i just want to mark the day.#it's been six months#family death tw
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man that tumor really fucked up my digestive system. I've lost over ten pounds since i got back from the hospital despite not exercising or doing much more than sleeping and playing stardew. maybe I wasn't a lazy hopless fatass but like. genuinely sick???
#vrrm vrrm#tw weight#ive dropped below 200lbs for the first time in like 15 years. this is bizarre.#i can't get over how easy it is to breathe now#it's not a struggle anymore#also i can fucking sleep??? for more than three hours at a time???#anyway get your health checked out
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i think what fatphobes fail to understand is that usually what people think of "unhealthy obesity" is just a literally unhealthy lifestyle that CAN damage your body but it has little to do with your actual weight/fat content, you can be thin and eat crap and have the exact same problems. and i'm not talking about eating crap out of necessity there, just genuinely chronic bad eating habits. very much correlation=/=causation
Grown adults over 25 still just genuinely believe that fat people sit on couch and eat cake and chip nonstop for 8 hours a day and never go outside or anything because they saw it on family guy or whatever.
#It is legitimately baffling how many adult human beings have no idea that fat doesn’t happen exclusively from ‘lazy’ or ‘gluttonous’ behavio#like they think if they eat a pie or something and watch tv for a weekend they will gain 200lbs instantly#and if they simply eat apple and exercise instead they will be skinny and have abs#which is#not at all how metabolism works
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Me and the mutuals not getting specific about the lyrics that wreck Drake's shit so hard because if we're honest it would be hypocritical and at odds with many of our beliefs but nevertheless enjoying ourselves anyways
#Listening to beef when i haven't been heavy into hip-hop in a few years is like benching 200lbs when you haven't worked out in years#And each plate is labeled misogyny#Wanting to talk about that Baka line but every time I do loving not heyting's posts about the justice system flood my brain and i refrain
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