#I think they deserve to be freaks

[minmape]

rrrah rah rah rahh minmape kissing with bloody mouths post now

[teratomatica]

you always land on all fours

[littlexdeaths]

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 - 𝐚.𝐚.

𝐢. 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

abby anderson x plus size reader

warnings: mostly fluff/gay yearning but all my works are 18+, sprinkle of jealous reader, references to disordered eating (binging/overeating), body insecurities, self-depreciation, brief mention of broken bones, shy/anxious reader, wing man manny

a/n: i’m replaying tlou part 2 and i’m having full on gay panic over her SEND HELP. but pls be gentle with me, i haven’t written for her before. the title is from get like by kehlani, i feel like it’s going to fit their dynamic pretty well… if you all want more of them. enjoy xx.

“Qué pasó princesa, why the long face?”

You’re instantly snapped out of your inner brooding when Manny slides onto the bench across from you, immediately averting your eyes from where they were previously lingering.

But he’s already caught you staring.

“Oh, hey Manny,” the corner of your mouth lifts in a small smile. “It’s nothing, s’just been a rough morning.”

That wasn’t exactly a lie, it had been a rough morning in the medical bay. You were called in at almost 3 am to help Nora reset a soldier’s arm that had been practically shattered during an altercation with a Scar. You had to physically sit on the poor guy to try and keep him restrained, but even then he ended up bucking you off after Nora was finally able to snap his bones back into place. But the dull ache in your hip from your tumble onto the cracked concrete was the least of your problems.

No, the real reason for your gloomy expression had thankfully just left the mess hall, taking her fluttering lashes and high-pitched giggles with her. But you can tell by the subtle quirk of his brow that he’s not at all convinced.

“You know,” he hums, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the table between you. “You’d get a lot farther if you actually just went and talked to her.”

You can feel a rush of heat creeping up your neck when your eyes immediately flick over to the girl in question, standing just across the mess hall.

Abby Anderson.

She looks good, devastatingly good—but she always does without much effort. Her braid is loose from her morning workout, a couple of shorter pieces slipping free to frame the features of her face. Her arms are crossed over her chest while she waits in line, a slight sheen of sweat still visibly clinging to the taught skin of her biceps.

The corner of her mouth is pulled up in a knowing smirk as she chats with the person in front of her, heat pooling in your middle when she playfully shoves them forward. You watch as they stumble, clearly not used to her strength being turned on them and you’re glad you’re sitting down because your knees might have buckled.

God, you were pathetic.

You let out a small huff and wrench your gaze away before she catches you ogling her like some goddamn freak.

“I think you got a little drool there,” Manny teases, his thumb reaching out to swipe at the corner of your mouth.

“Shut up, I do not,” you stammer, quickly pushing his hand aside.

He just throws his head back with a rumbling laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners when they meet yours.

“Seriously though, chica, just go talk to her. She’s not gonna bite…” Manny notices your stuttered inhale, the corner of his mouth tugging up into an amused grin. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

You give him a sour look before letting out a low groan, rubbing a hand over your face. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it, in fact you’ve overplayed hundreds of scenarios in your head about how you would try to approach her. But each one ends with her laughing right in your face, effectively shattering any semblance of confidence you managed to conjure up in your head.

“Look at me, Manny…” you mumble dejectedly, waving a hand toward yourself, ignoring how he narrows his eyes. “I’m not exactly a size two.”

His eyes instantly soften when you stab another piece of lettuce in your bowl, your insecurities instantly bubbling to the surface. Your weight was something you always struggled with, apocalypse or not. Growing up in a QZ where food was already scarce had you finding comfort in what little food you could find.

That need for comfort had only gotten worse after joining the WLF, where food was far more accessible and you found yourself over-indulging more often than you cared to admit. Your body now carrying a lot more weight along your hips, stomach and thighs…and you hated yourself for it.

“Trust me,” you continue, cutting him off before he can manage to get a word in. “I’m definitely not her type.”

You’d lived across the hall from Abby and Manny for quite some time now, so you’d seen your fair share of what kind of girls would be warming her bed at night.

None of whom looked anything like you.

Manny rests his palm over your hand before you can continue to brutalize your poor salad any further, giving it a soft squeeze that has a lump forming in your throat.

“Well,” he mumbles after a moment, scratching at the scruff along his jaw. “If that’s what you really think, why don’t we just ask her?”

Manny quickly turns around on the bench, now in search of the blonde in question. Panic slams into you at full force when he spots her just as she’s leaving the line, raising his arm up in the air and calling her over. Her eyes instantly shift from him to you, confusion filling them as you all but throw yourself across the table to yank his arm back down.

“Manny, no!” you hiss, but he just lightly shrugs you off with you a subtle wink.

You immediately slump back against the cool brick wall, your limbs suddenly frozen and incapable of moving. Like a doe caught in the bright lights of a speeding truck, a truck that has no intentions of slowing down or stopping. But one that you wish would quickly crush you beneath its weight and ultimately end your suffering.

If only you were that lucky.

“Hey,” she says softly once she reaches the table, but the way her eyes seem to linger on you for a second too long has your mouth feeling dry.

Manny greets her enthusiastically while she slips onto the bench beside him, the toe of her boot accidentally grazing your leg in the process. That small touch sends tingles shooting straight up your calf, your heart beginning to thud erratically inside your chest. But when she turns the full weight of her gaze on you, you’re a goner.

“You on break?” She asks politely, motioning toward your partially eaten salad as she unwraps her burrito.

You nod, not trusting yourself to form proper words, let alone full sentences right now. So you quickly take another bite of your leafy greens as a distraction, wincing slightly when Manny’s foot purposely knocks into your shin under the table. You shoot him a warning look, but he ignores you to turn toward Abby.

“So,” he starts, but the way he drawls your name has your whole body tensing. “She’s got somethin’ she really wants to ask you, amiga.”

Abby looks back at you expectantly while she takes a bite out of her burrito, her eyes holding nothing but genuine curiosity.

“O-Oh, I, um…” you stutter, trying to focus anywhere but her face. “I was just…”

You let out a shaky breath, wiping your sweaty palms on your thighs.

Jesus get a grip, you’ve handled clickers with more valor than this.

“Well, I wondering if you…”

Your gaze finally settles on the clock above her head and it suddenly dawns on you that you were supposed to be back at the medical bay almost 10 minutes ago.

“Shit!” you squeak, rising from your seat while you try to gather up the remains of your lunch. Nora was going to kill you. “Dammit, I-I gotta go, I’m sorry.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder before either of them can protest, tossing your wilted salad in the trash before practically sprinting out of the mess hall without daring to glance back.

⇢ part two.

[0xeyedaisy]

Doodled this fuckin guy cuz my brain started liking him against my will

[bagginshieldfamily]

Something I need the fix it AU writers who use Frodo as Bagginsgields child to focus more on:

Gimli meeting a hobbit that looks strangely like Thorin Oakenshield but has the last name Baggins before connecting the dots:

[beaglesbites]

HEY!!! Ive been spiralling down deeper and deeper into.. the great ace attorney trenches.. so.. have another art dump....teehee 🫡

[beargyufairy]

They match each other's freak

[raikirikiri]

anbu tattoos remain one of my favorite things in naruto purely because they’re like a sign of ownership. anbu ninja are tools moreso than than the normal shinobi of their village. so much so that the village marks them with a signature that everyone recognizes. and even when that anbu—that tool—is allowed to rest, manages to leave anbu ranks, or dies, they remain branded by the village that owns them. they don’t truly escape, they can always be called on again because a tool does not have feelings, it does not have choices, it’s only made to be utilized by those who know how to wield it.

anyway. anbu is so fucked up and minato…i love minato but the illusion that he’s a pure little guy who’s a wife guy and a little shy nerd is crazy. he saw kakashi, someone he’s seen grow up, someone he’s guided and taught, some he’s supposed to care for. and he thought, ah yes, i need to keep you close to me. how best to do it? perfect! you are now forever marked as an asset to me and the village! and he does it with what he assumes to be love in his heart.

and i’m not saying this is a good or a bad thing, the morality of minato’s choices within the context of the story is nothing entirely out of the ordinary, but the way in which he’s portrayed, how we see him and his demeanor… it’s all very much a sweet facade to mask what’s hidden underneath. he’s twisted and calculated and ugh, i love him. because he genuinely thinks he’s doing the best thing he can by kakashi and also by the village. kakashi is talented. he has a sharingan and he’s vulnerable. of course minato wants to help but he also sees an opportunity and he strikes. now they have kakashi of the sharingan in their highest ranks, and he won’t ever be able to escape the duty instilled in him. not unless he becomes a nukenin but everyone knows by that point that kakashi is so indoctrinated, the thought of leaving never crosses his mind.

and then minato dies. and kakashi is still a tool. his feelings should not affect his use. but they do. and for the first time…

kakashi of the sharingan, anbu hound, thinks maybe… leaving the village might be a good idea. if not to get away from everything. he can’t be a good tool if he’s rusty and broken. he can fix himself, he can he can. he doesn’t want to keep breaking over and over again. it hurts it hurts it hurts and the village never puts him back together the right way and for once he just wants to feel whole.

so when kakashi disappears, it’s quiet. it’s full of guilt. ashy tongue, scratchy throat, tears in his eye, and aches in his joints. but he leaves because he needs to be whole to be useful again. but it hurts. it’s not right. he’s not supposed to feel this way. he’s a tool he’s a tool he’s a tool. a weapon. an extension of the village’s wide reach. he almost can’t bear it. he throws up bile all night, on the verge of returning and getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. he didn’t mean it, he’s sorry he just wants to be better. to feel better.

he doesn’t return that night if only because he can’t make himself get up. his body weak and feverish. he’ll go back the next day.

but he doesnt. he feels better the morning after. only a little bit but it’s enough. maybe he can take care of himself. he can mend his wounds, tighten the loose screws, clean off the rust and dirt. he can do it.

and for every day he stays away, he feels better. more whole. he’s still a shinobi. he does odd jobs when he can but mostly, he takes to helping out villages in need. he likes to help out on different farms, it feels right to him, like something in his muscle memory. he’ll also help with construction if needed, anything that uses his hands in a thoughtful, meaningful manner is good. it makes him feel good.

he likes being a shinobi, he thinks. it doesn’t feel quite right when he says that anymore. but he loves the way it feels when he builds something instead of destroying it. when he uses chakra to make the kids in all the villages he visits eyes light up with joy and wonder. he loves using katon for fires that create. he loves it he loves it he loves it.

it takes time to learn what he’s feeling, and the ever remaining guilt and shame linger in his chest when he remembers that’s he’s supposed to just be a tool and he has to return back to his wielder at some point. but for a long time, years even, kakashi lets himself be something else. something that feels close to human and he thinks he can put off going home a little longer.

[2deadkat]

Okay as cool as Rhea and Liv or Rhea and Tiffany are…

may I consider:

I’m calling them Ripsky

[honey-bird10]

SHJ ACCIDENTALLY (????) PROPOSED TO HYJ ON HIS BIRTHDAY ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[lazycranberrydoodles]

THE THRILLING SEQUEL

credit to @parlerenfleurs for the idea lmao / follow for more wei ying shenanigans

[cankersaurus]

Toxic Yaoi

[radio-audience]

suguru in his 3rd year going through an unmasking phase (after being pulled back from the edge of mass murder by satoru and shoko) where he's super exhausted, tired of trying to be sociable and respectful to people who dont respect him, and so he quits pulling his punches so much. he's extra mean and irritable for a while and only really enjoys talking to satoru and shoko anymore.

satoru and shoko are understanding (they hate people too) and just let him do his thing until he's got all the emotional toxins out of his system and reaches a new balance within himself

it goes like one of those videos where a person walks up to someone's dog and goes "aww can i pet him? he looks so nice!" and the owner tries to warn them that "oh, no, he's really not" before the dog immediately goes batshit insane

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

Some people wish Ariel did more during climax of The Little Mermaid, but honestly, I'm glad it was kept as it is. Not only did the climax transpire like that precisely because Ariel was the one who killed Flotsam and Jetsam after Ursula was about to blast Eric off existence, and my girl was definitively not about to let that happen in the absolute slightest, but it shows the lengths Eric was willing to go to save and keep Ariel safe, demonstrating his deep love for her. Also, Ursula was forcing this man to marry her, taking away his whole automony away from him, using him as a means to an end, so hell yes he deserved to impale her ass. He's still one of the extremely few Disney characters to deliberately kill the villain, and he did it without the help of magic, so that alone makes him the GOAT.

[girldriveroscar]

dearly sorry if anyones alrdy posted this but i Need it on my blog.

[sotc]

welcome back og jozsef you stupid bastard