#XL tank top

[susoriginals]

Vintage Orange Floral Tank Top Scoop Neck Pullover Top by Wild Fable Women's Extra Large NOS Only $10

[weakfleshwillingsoul]

okay just completed my magnum opus

[yellowsubiesdance]

i finally wore my fob baseball shirt, and it is such a nice quality!! it’s so comfy to wear, and i’m honestly so glad i had to get the xxl, it fits me perfectly!!

[moontaylorhere]

I just bought this combo 🥰😍

[cascadianights]

Gender tip: only date butches of all genders so you can steal their clothes

[draafty]

is there like a master document for what measurements equate to the actual sizes sold in stores

[xxsunoosprincess]

Reunion

Jake x fem!reader

Your first night with Jake after months apart.

MDNI, 18+, not full out fucking but pretty close, college!AU, fem bodied!reader, talks of consent, humor, fluff, smut, long distance couple, reunion sex, feeling overwhelmed, not edited because I didn’t feel like it sorry

“Fuck, baby Fuck” Jake is panting hotly against your mouth, desperately pawing at your top. He’s going at it blind— he’s too busy drinking in your beautiful face being so close to his after so long— so sue him if he stretches out the neckline of your top to get your tits out. It’s some cheap cami you packed to sleep in during the long weekend you are spending in Jake’s dorm. Secretly he is happy that stupid tank top is gone, anyway. ‘Opportunistic’ feels like too sophisticated of a word to call a man that is actively humping against the meat of your ass, but he grins to himself as he pictures ruining every single shirt you brought so you are forced to wear his shirts instead.

He’s on some brain dead, gooner train of thought about maybe ruining your panties, too; soiling them with his cum; having you soak through them until they are unwearable; tear them apart trying to get to your cunt; anything so that you spend the weekend not only in his shirts but with no bottoms so he can fuck you whenever; when you notice the mess he has made of your top.

“Jakey” you whine, feeling silly trying to scold him. Especially because his eyes are trained on your boobs when you talk to him. It makes you giggle when he mindlessly hums out in acknowledgment. “D’ya forget my eyes are up here?” Your voice is gentle despite the heat building in your tummy.

“You say something hun?” He says, and you have no time to think about it if was a joke or not because he’s hardly done talking before his he is taking a nipple into his mouth. His eyes roll back as he feels you keen into him, as if he hasn’t spent the last thirty minutes mouthing at the skin on your neck. But spending so much time apart is hard. It’s so hard. He talks to you on the phone every night, texts you all day long, jerks off to the thought of you at least once every day, and maybe all that pining makes his dick grow fonder because having you in his lap is so much better than whatever image his mind could conjure up.

Maybe your nipples aren’t even all that sensitive, but the way that he licks, and sucks, and bites, and pinches… fuck it would take a lot less to make you moan the way you are now. His eyes flutter closed as he hums against your tit, and his hands greedily run up and down your back. Occasionally, he detours when he reaches the bottom, taking your ass into his hands and spreading you so he can slot the bulge in his pants between your cheeks. The dry friction of your panties and his shorts somehow makes this feel so lewd. I mean fuck he’s literally drooling, a hot line of spit slowly searing its way down your stomach.

“Fuck I missed you baby. Missed the way you taste, missed your soft skin, missed the way you moan so sweet for me. You feel that? Feel how hard I am for you. You are the only person that could ever make me feel like this.” His coos and babbling is endless, already pussy drunk, already leaking a downright obscene amount of tacky precum and making a mess of his boxers, and he hasn’t even undressed you properly. It’s all so hot you can’t help but desperately grasp the cropped hair at the nape of his neck, holding him close. He’s practically suffocating in your chest, but still he gazes up at you, unfocused eyes and a dopey grin, and god. Your hips grind down with extra intent.

He coos at you before he’s moving to lay you back. It’s a twin xl, but he has really tried to make this as comfortable as possible for you. He swapped out his single, flat pillow for three memory foam ones after you laughed at his set up the first time you visited. It makes a perfect backrest as he lays you out like feast. And as he sits back onto his calves, his gaze is so intense that it leaves you blushing despite being in this position many times before. It makes you nervous; the way your sweet and dorky boyfriend now looks so intense. Not even the Lego sets on the shelf you catch a view of just over his shoulder distracts you from how hot he looks.

His hair has grown out since the last time you saw him. FaceTime didn’t do him justice. Now, it nearly obscures his eyes and comes to a soft curl at his ear. You resist the urge to sit up and tuck it away, instead you grip at the white and blue striped comforter beneath you.

“Hey,” his voice cuts through the air and his hand falls to rest on your hip, thumbing the elastic band of your panties. “You okay? Lost you there for a second.”

His smile reminds you that this is still Jake. He looks just a little more mature, a little more buff but it’s still Jake. You nod a bit, reaching down to interlace your fingers with his. It was only 3 months you had spent apart, but right now, it feels as if it has been so long you are laying bare beneath him for the first time.

“Yeah just…” you shrug. He squeezes your hand. “It’s been a while”.

His smile fades a bit, a small frown coming across his face. “Yeah…” he says, confusion lacing his tone.

There is a beat of silence, “I like… I don’t know. You look different. Hotter.”you clarify before he draws an incorrect conclusion. There is some slack as his grip on your hand loosens and you are quick to tighten your own hold. “Like so hot I’m nervous” you admit easily, though your laugh as some strain behind it.

His frown deepens, “Do you wanna stop? You know I would never be upset about that.” His head tilts to the side, the same way it does when you guys study together on a call and a problem set stumps him.

“No I don’t think so…” you start slowly “unless you want to!” quickly follows, and just as fast he is shaking his head ‘no’. His dick hasn’t flagged once in the last hour.

“Okay” he drawls out, “if you aren’t sure then why don’t we stop for a second? We can just cuddle for a bit and talk until your nerves are calmed down. And if you want to fuck later, we fuck later.” There is a gentle smile on his face that feels like home, even as your heartbeat hammers in fear of disappointing him.

“It’s our first night together in months though…” you trail off, your voice is quiet and your free hand reaches for the plushie jammed between the wall and his bed absentmindedly in search of comfort.

He picks up your leg and swings it to the other side of his body so he is no longer trapped between your thighs, letting go of your hand only briefly as he lays down next to you. His head is propped up in his hand as the other caresses your stomach “I know… and I want you, don’t get me wrong. But I’m not putting my dick in you until your mind is in the right place”

You nod, as your eyes flutter closed “yeah… yeah. I just got a little overwhelmed, I think. It feels silly, like I’ve seen you jerk off over FaceTime about a thousand times, but actually seeing you… touching you… it was so much more intense.”

He looks over your face, heart skipping a beat as he recognizes the vulnerability you are showing, and then aching as he registers the sheepish tone in your voice. “If this means anything… I was really nervous about tonight too.” You open your eyes to see his crooked smile.

“Really?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. He nods.

“Y/n, I went with Sunoo to get my dick waxed.” He says flatly, knowing it will make you laugh. It does.

“Oh? I didn’t mind your pubes.” You say honestly, although, it is through giggles. He smiles big, showing all his teeth and giggles with you. He reaches down to tug his waistband down a bit, and now that you are looking, his happy trail is gone and the sliver of skin you can see just under his hipbones is bare.

“I know you didn’t, pervert.” He teases. You make an affronted noise and smack his chest lightly. “I just got in my head about how this had to be really good sex. Like out of a romance novel, mind blowing, reunion sex. I started thinking about… if you would like how I looked and I got a little carried away.” He blushes but doesn’t look away from you.

“Jakey…” you turn to face him “you know I don’t care about stuff like that. Just being with you again is enough.”

He nods as if to say ‘exactly!’ And your mouth hangs open in understanding. “Oh.” you say, eloquently.

“I just want you.“ he says, bottom lip pulling into a pout and the corners of his lips tug upwards the way they do right before he breaks into a shit-eating grin, knowing his weird waxing story would make you understand.

“Stop looking at me like that!” You laugh. He wiggles his eyebrows in an exaggerated display of lust. You let out a grown of faux exasperation as he rolls you onto your back and kisses his way up your neck to your lips. You exchange a few slow kisses, smiling against his lips as he grips under your thigh to ruck your leg up against his waist.

“You’re so sexy it kills me. Even if we don’t fuck tonight, know that I find you irresistible” he whispers against the shell of your ear, grinning as you giggle and shy away from his ticklish breath.

“Such a sap” it’s a cheap deflection, but he pulls back to grin down at you and you smile back, reaching up to cup the back of his head before pulling him into a series of short kisses.

You squeal as he flips the both of you over, now having you straddling his lap, just as you guys started. Something sweet settles low in your stomach, a gentle and pleasant weight that grounds you. Reminds you. This is still your Jakey.

A/n: reunion… hah… get it… because I’m back and reunited with you guys. Realistic and awkward smut scenes make me smile. That’s all byyyee come say hi to me in my requests :p xx - princess

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[jen-with-a-pen]

(In Your) Arms Tonight - 1/2

summary: Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 1.3k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blood mention, knife mention, beer mention, Wade's fuckin horny and thirsty y'all, pining, cursing, claws, Wade is looking ✨respectively✨, crude humor and language, slight Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, no smut (yet, sorry)

a/n: AUGH DONT LOOK AT ME (actually please do I cannot hold this in any longer.) currently part one of two parts. posting the first one now as I am currently traveling for work and won't be back until beginning of September and then part two will be out when i either A. Get home or B. Finish it and format it in between running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Please be patient with me! I will not tolerate "whEreS PaRt Two?¿??" when I literally just told you. Hope y'all enjoy one of the many products of my brain rot. More to come in due time ✨

Not beta'd. Written on my phone and edited via gdocs. Post formatted on mobile because I don't wanna use my work computer lmao

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PART ONE | PART TWO

The abs are great. More than great, actually. In fact, they're all Wade thinks, dreams, and fantasizes about. All day, everyday, non-fucking-stop. The moment replays over and over in his fucked up noodle brain like a scratched record. He knows muscle memory is a thing, but what about salivatory memory?

Christ. He's gotta get a grip instead of getting hard.

But what about when Logan isn't flexing hard enough to rip his goddamn suit off?

Wade notices Logan becoming more relaxed around the apartment as the days pass. Adjusting to his new life, coming out of the bedroom earlier than he has to on days when he gets a turn to sleep on a real bed. It's Sofa City most of the time– which he really doesn't mind, he almost prefers it most of the time (since it's in clear sight of the front door) but Wade more often than not likes to insist they share his 'much-too-big-for-lil-old-me' twin XL mattress that's seen more stains than sex in the last year alone.

Logan's compromise is he'll take the bed and Wade the couch half the time. Alone. They're still working on the negotiations of said compromise, but the jury– Blind Al– is still out on recess.

Once he's more settled in, Logan learns that it's okay to kick off his boots and put his feet up. It's not often, but enough that Wade silently wishes he'd rest those big meaty calves on his lap instead. He's been needing a new weighted blanket and Adamantium-coated tibias and hairy legs are so in right now.

Logan doesn't know it, but Wade secretly plays 'ohmygodhetotallylookedatme' whenever he so much as catches a glimpse of Wade oggling at him in his peripherals. Wade can't help it when Broody and the Beast's ribbed white muscle shirt pulls taut against those deliciously plump pecs that he silently prays it'll burst off again. Or he'll rip it off. Or Logan will rip it off. For him.

A boy can dream.

It's especially hard to win at 'OMGHTLAM' when Logan accessorizes– AKA throwing on whatever flannel is in rotation out of the several he finds at the thrift store a few blocks over. Wade feels his throat tighten like his jeans do when Logan wears the forest green one. Really brings out his eyes.

And smile. And lips. And–

It's still summer, so on the hotter days, when sweat glistens on his brow and Wade desperately wishes to be the back of Logan's hand, the tank top comes off. All Logan's sweaty, gloriously muscular body has on is a wonderfully worn-in pair of jeans with the hem of black briefs poking out behind the denim waist.

Do they have AC? Yes. Because Wade would have to plan a funeral for Al if they didn't.

But when she's out and about, he likes to turn it off and let the New York heat wave run its course. Sure, it leaves him sticky and gross, but he'd rather be sticky and gross and hard when he can help it.

Luckily, Blind Al is gone for the whole weekend. Some girls trip or a drug mule job. Same difference.

Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

With the push of a button and a sprinkle of patience, Logan is splayed out on the couch in a matter of hours with a lukewarm beer in hand while fighting his eyelids from dozing off to some random war documentary. Sweat beads on his temples and there's a slight sheen to his skin from his biceps to the lower V pointing down to between his thighs. He chuckles every so often, mumbling things to himself between swigs of beer and shaking his head when the narrator gets something 'wrong.'

Wade busies himself in the kitchen but his eyes are permanently glued to his roommate. He doesn’t miss the way Logan's stomach rises and falls gently, the rock-hard six pack softening into rolling hills of muscle with a layer of dark hair covering as much surface area as immortal-like hormones will allow. Grown out beard, chops, and messy hair really throw the whole look together; very 2000s, if you ask Wade. His pecs look just as soft as a pair of titties, if not softer, and Wade knows it. He'd do anything to lay his perfect little head on Logan's chest. Maybe lick it too, if he's a good boy. 

Logan perks up suddenly from the couch.

Oh God did he say that out loud?

"Wade?"

Wade doesn't hear him. Can't hear him. Half-refuses to hear him, honestly. Daydreaming takes up a whole lotta brain power and this show isn't running itself. Economy, budget cuts, unprecedented times. You know the shtick. 

"Wade."

Nothing but a bead of drool comes out of Wade's mouth. 

Suddenly, there's a crash right behind Wade's head and now he's awake. He whips around to the ale-spattered wall behind him and back to Logan, who's now standing with claws drawn and chest heaving.

Wade swears he's blushing. 

Eyes wide and brow standing up straight like his good little soldier, Wade looks down at the counter before him to find a bloodbath of a scene: one hand's on a knife while the other spews blood all over the yellowed counter tops; there's remnants of a carrot that was finished five minutes ago, followed directly by remnants of fingers cut down to the last fucking knuckle and slice marks beginning down the back of his hand.

Wade holds up his spurting stump, gashed artery doing a spot-on impression of Ol' fucking Faithful.

"Oh. Huh. Thought I smelled something," he says, staring at his now-tingling hand. Baby fingers for the rest of the night were so worth the staring contest with Logan's beautiful body.

"Fuckin' idiot," Logan mutters, sheathing his claws and striding over to the hall closet to grab a towel. Wade's already stopped bleeding, but just because they might be immune to bloodborne pathogens doesn't mean Al is.

"Gah– get back, damn mutt." Logan shoos Dogpool out of the kitchen to prevent her from lapping up her papa's bodily fluids. He throws the towel in Wade's face and goes to grab the bleach out of the cupboard under the sink. Logan learned very quickly where to find it the first time this happened a month or two ago.

"Sorry baby, Mommy's got a boo-boo and Daddy's just trying to help," Wade coos at Dogpool. "You're too good to me, peanut. Someone oughta wife ya up before I do."

Logan responds with a scowl as he tosses the carrots out and tries to keep the counter from staining. "Why th'fuck did you do that?"

"It was time for a new hand. Old one was so last season."

Wade mops up the blood from his arm and wraps the towel onto his head like he's just gotten out of the shower. Holding up his regenerating stump, he poses like a cover model for Vogue.

"Whatcha think, peanut?" He strikes another pose. "Is this doing anything for ya, big boy?"

Logan grunts as he tosses a wad of paper towels into the trash can. He turns to leave the kitchen, eyes flicking to Wade. It's the quickest once over ever, but Wade sees it. Commits it to memory while he pulls a Flashdance in a chair from the kitchen table and follows Logan's denim-clad ass as it sways off to the bathroom. 

"'M gonna go shower. Don't wait up,” Logan calls before shutting the door and locking it. 

Sighing, Wade looks down at his crotch, pants tent pitched higher and tighter than a first-timer on Everest.

Good thing he's ambidextrous.

[ghostismybbygorl]

141 sleeping habits

Soap

He sleeps with 3 comforters, hella squish mellows he also has to have white noise to fall asleep

He is a restless sleeper he'll start on the right side of the bed and wake up upside down on the other side of bed

He sleep walks

He once made waffles and ate them in his sleep

Ghost watched the whole thing happen he has a video of it and uses it for black mail

He snores but like not bad bad, he usually snores if he ends up on his back

He wears a XL T-shirt to bed with a pair of loose fitting boxers

He's both a night and morning person. He has a set schedule where get gets up at 5 to work out but after that he'd go back to sleep and wake up at like 12, 1:00 ish. I feel like he stays up to 2 am at the most

Ghost

Chronic insomniac but with a cup of lavender mint tea, a weighted blanket and a pitch black room he'll sleep like the dead

He lies on his back with his hands on his stomach occasionally rolling over to his side

He's a very light sleeper if he hears footsteps or people talking outside his room he wont fall asleep

He sleeps with the mask on, a hoodie, and soft pajama bottoms

He usually wakes up without his mask cause he'll take it off in his sleep

He only sleeps with one plushie and thats the plague doctor plushie

We all know he's a night owl and he's asleep all day fuckers a vampire.

Price

Sounds like a whole ass chainsaw when he sleeps

Definitely has sleep apnea and uses those machines when he goes to bed

Like ghost he sleeps on his back with his arms crossed

HE SLEEPS IN HIS BIRTHDAY SUIT just butt ass naked

He sleeps with a thin ass blanket too he's always hot

He sleeps to night time nature sounds reminds him of camping

Hes got one of those temperpedic pillows

He goes to bed at 10:00 sharp and wakes up at 6 am every day

Gaz

He talks in his sleep

Price had a whole conversation with him one night and the next morning gaz did not know what he was talking about

He sleeps on his stomach with a pillow under his leg or curled up in fetus position

He sleeps with a hand made quilt that his mom made him (he also sleeps with his childhood blanket)

He uses one of those giant squish mellows as a pillow

He sleeps in either a tank top or shirtless with his breifts on rare occasions hell sleep nude

Gotta take melatonin to fall asleep and he has a white noise maker he brings along

He stays up till about 3 and will sleep in til 3 mans needs his beauty sleep to function

Fuck it lets do könig

König

Most of the beds dont fit him so he usually sleeps diagonally in fetal position

He likes the little tiny plushes he has a whole army of them

He has a body pillow (not one of THOSE body pillows) he likes to hold while he sleeps

He sleeps in pure silence

He doesnt wear his mask but he has the blanket over his head

He sleeps with those giant ass fluffy soft blankets

He sleeps shirtless with sweat pants or those cute pajama pants

He goes to bed at 10:00 and sleeps tile maybe 8 or 9

[vonyum]

This is an XL tank top 🤭

[romeo-golf]

Inevitable

It started with a little bloat, an experiment. The recurring thought of what it might be like to be fat; not just a little overweight, but truly impossibly huge to the point that his gut hung down between his thighs, resting on the floor when he sat on a chair, that his upper arms could be mistaken for thighs if the photograph was taken at the right angle, was becoming more frequent and toying with it by enjoying a particularly large meal was a convenient weekend habit.

The gradual beer belly he started to grow was easy to ignore at first. Its capacity even made his binges more enjoyable as he looked around at the increasingly large number of empty containers on the kitchen counters and something about that level of excess drove him further. He'd never mention it out loud, and could hardly admit it to himself, but the surge of arousal he felt in those moments was incomparable to anything a hook-up or X-rated video could inspire.

But in time, the shift from M to L in his clothing needed to be upgraded. Even his largest shirts were straining around the front, his tees riding up a little too often, and he found himself accepting that XL was probably the right choice.

One afternoon at the mall while picking up a few new items he decided it might be a good idea to replace his very well-worn 36" jeans. They were getting more than a little tight and the fabric was wearing thin in the upper thighs where they rubbed together more these days. In the fitting room he slipped his shirt off and hung it on the hook.

Standing inches from the surrounding mirrors, he took a moment to admire himself, turning slightly side to side to see himself from every angle. Over his shoulder in the mirror behind him he noticed something new on his love-handle. A feint red mark… was that…? He ran his finger over it, feeling the raised outline and realised he had a stretchmark.

Didn't only pregnant women get them? Why was that there? Had he really been growing as rapidly as that?! The thoughts raced through his mind, his pulse quickened, and he felt the familiar expansion in his briefs as his libido woke up to the idea. Suddenly he felt hungry, a urge to fill himself.

He lifted his gut quickly to under his belt, breathing in slightly to ease the manoeuvre and as he tried on the new size-42 jeans realised how normal that had become, having to lift a thick slab of himself out the way, and how his belly was now hanging so low over the fastener on his waistband.

These thoughts were stronger than they'd been for a long time. The urge was unfightable. He quickly redressed in his own clothes, paid for the new items and left the store.

In the car he decided he couldn't ignore this any longer. He needed to know exactly what it felt like to be that man he saw in his dreams. He pulled up in the first drive-through he saw and ordered almost one of everything on the menu. He knew he wouldn't finish it, but he had to try.

That day was the first of many. It was the pivot-point where his joy of food gave way to lust-driven binges which found him sitting on the couch daily after work, feeding himself enough food to last the average man a week, and sinking his stubby fingers into every thick inch of his body.

Which is where he was again today. Legs wide, gut filling the space between his thighs. Looking down all he could see was the top half of his swollen tank, but underneath the equator of his gut, partially buried in a thick and growing fatpad, he could feel his swollen uncut dick leaking precum into his briefs. He tensed his cock and felt it gently rub against his underbelly, a delicious and hedonistic feeling which reminded him of how obese he was.

One hand held a thick handful of gut while the other moved rhythmically from plate to face as he finished the last few bites of his evening feast. He belched loudly and went stood up, lumbering to the fridge, grabbing a tub of heavy cream from the door and taking it to his bedroom where he could sit on the edge of his bed and admire himself in the full-size mirror on his wardrobe.

He peeled the lid off the tub and brought it to his lips. Thick, heavy, and cool as it flowed into him. It felt sticky and decadent, and as he swallowed his mind focused on the vivid image of each mouthful expanding his body. He imagined his gut swelling further with each swallow and he gripped his gut tight with his free hand.

The last drops slid into his mouth and he put the tub on the nightstand, allowing himself the luxury of both hands on his body. In the mirror he could see a wide wet stain on his briefs where he'd been leaking all evening.

He grunted and swung his legs onto the bed, laid out on his back and wobbled his gut a little. Lifting it with one hand he tugged his briefs down with the other and turned his head to admire himself again in the mirror. His gut ballooned in front of him, sticking out further than his dick by several inches, and rested heavily against his forearm as he held what he could of his manhood in his palm.

He loved how he looked. He was easily twice the weight he was when he first gave into this and he palmed his dick while thinking about more and watching his gut move in the mirror. The wobbling, back-and-forth motion was electric and he relaxed into it while thinking about how many calories he'd eaten that day. Two thousand… three thousand…. four and a half thousand… five thousand…. almost six thousand.

That was the spot. Six thousand calories in a day, triple what he should eat and he barely had to try. That's why he was so overweight, that's why he was getting fatter, that's why his decent into obesity was inevitable. The orgasm built quickly in him, he felt it moving under this swollen tank and grabbed his gut harder as his muscles tensed.

"I'm so fat…" he moaned as each hot gush of cum landed on his body, glazing him like a doughnut and reinforcing his addiction to more.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Hi, you said to resend if you didn't get to our ask a week after the 15th. I have a little over two year old female corn snake (about 325g) and I recently switched her from f/t large mice (about 19g) to f/t fuzzy rats (about 25g). She seems a lot more active, like she's searching for food, and I'm worried the fuzzies aren't filling her up. Do fuzzy rats have about the same nutritional value as large mice? None of the pet stores near me sell XL mice, so if that's the best option for her I'd have to either find a specialist store or order them online.

Slightly unrelated, but do you have any advice about getting her to stop climbing up the walls of her tank and going along the space at the top of her tank? I'm not worried about her escaping, but I hear her fall in the middle of the night and I'm worried she's going to hurt herself. She has tall things to climb in the tank.

Hello hello! The nutritional value of rats and mice are very similar, but on average rats are actually leaner than mice. Since you're feeding fuzzies, though, their age means they're fattier so it makes sense that she's feeling a little extra energy! In general, you get very similar nutrition from both, so it's nothing to be really worried about, I promise.

(If you're worried that she's still hungry, you could stand to go up a size. I prefer to feed my snakes about 10-15% of their body weight in each meal as a general rule, so a feeder for her could be in the 32-48 gram range and be appropriate.)

As for the climbing...a corn snake is just going to climb, I'm afraid! I wouldn't be too worried about a fall hurting her, though, thankfully. You can try providing novel climbing enrichment and see if it entices her! My corns really like ladder-shaped climbing toys made for birds.

[miniwheat77]

Thick. (Soap x Plus Size!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, plus!size reader, pretty much porn without much plot, mentions of reader being short, if you aren’t short just picture Soap being way bigger than you lol.

(Summary): Soap can’t see what curves hide behind that uniform you wear.

“I swear if I had a girl like that, I’d never be unhappy again.” Soap’s eyes are glued to her form. The girl next to you rolls her eyes. “What? You gonna join the train? Get in line.” she rolls her eyes. “Come on.” She grasps your hand, pulling you along. “Woah, what’re you doing Jess?” You ask. “I’m tired of this.” She continues pulling you along. Once you’re away from Soap, you start talking again.

“I’m confused.”

“You have a fat crush on Soap- for some reason cause he’s.. annoying.” She rolls her eyes. “And he’s attracted to that… Barracks bunny.” She waves her hands around as she talks. “But you’re hiding behind your uniform cause I know you have a killer body under all those clothes.” Your cheeks burn as she says it. You start to get a little self conscious. “So, we’re gonna get you something sexy for the dinner coming up.”

“Woahhh- I’m not going to the dinner.” You try to pull your hand away but she had a tight grip on you. “Nope. You’re going.”

“Look, I appreciate the help. But I’m kinda chunky yknow? And I’m too self conscious to wear something sexy.” You groan. She rolls her eyes. “You’re curvy Y/N. You’re hot as fuck, and Soap is going to realize it.” You look confused. “Because of one small dinner?”

“No.” She walks to her car that was on base. “You’re going to be bait.” She smiles. You roll your eyes. “How am I going to be bait?” You question. “You’ll see.” She smirks. You climb into her passenger seat, crossing your arms. Soap laughs as he sees you both leave, Jess was such a hater.

“What size are you?” She asks as you step inside the clothing store. “Um…” you hesitate. “XL.” You blush. “Okay.” She walks around, picking up random clothes that she thinks will look good. Tank tops, tight yoga shorts that will hug you. And than finally, a tight black dress that goes down to your mid thigh. “Get in there and try this stuff on. Lunch is over soon.” She laughs. She passes you a basket full of clothes. You release a sigh. “This hugs my stomach too much.” You throw some shorts over the top of the dressing room door. “Oh no no no, put them back on right now.” She throws them back over. A groan leaves your lips. You slide them back on and she pushes the door open, eyes widening just slightly. “Goddamn-“ she laughs. “We’re getting them.” You roll your eyes.

You end up with a bunch of uncomfortable tight fitting clothes that you wouldn’t be caught dead in public with.

-

“Jess, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” You sigh. You’ve got on tight black spandex shorts that barely cover your ass, and a tight black v-neck. “You’re doing this.” She glares. “What if he doesn’t like me? What if he thinks I’m fat?” You sigh. “Y/N. You’re not fat, and he’s not going to think so. Now stop it. Get in your place okay?” You cross your arms. Nodding your head. She disappears into the hallway, circling until she runs into Soap. “Oh hey Soap.” She smiles. He nods his head making her roll her eyes. “Y/N’s bed frame broke, she needs help.”

“Can’t you ask someone else?” His eyes follow the blonde that’s been on his mind for a while. “You’re the first guy I ran into. Go help her, you ass.” She glares. “Fine, but I’m doing this for Y/N, not for you.” He shoves passed her. They were constantly on each others nerves. Meanwhile you’re in your room, on your knees in the floor by your bed. All you did was remove a screw. He knocks before walking right in. “Hey, Jessica said you needed help.” You laugh. “I told her I’d be able to get it on my own.” You lie, looking down. “What’s going on?” He asks. Swallowing a little hard at your apparel. He’d never seen you out of your uniform before. “This screw came out-“ you move down onto your hands and knees, arching your back and sliding your front under the bed, “and it just needs to go back in but I can’t get it.” Soap’s eyes widen as you arch your back. The way you look in the shorts you had on making him stumble over his words.

“Uh- you want me to try lass?” He asks. “Uh.. sure I guess so.” You slide away, passing him the small screw. He leans down, laying on his back and wiggling himself under, struggling to get the screw in but eventually he gets it back in. “Got it sweetheart.” He smiles. “Thank you Soap, appreciate it.” You smile. “Yeah, it’s no problem.” He says, walking out of your room. She rushes in after he leaves. “Did it work?” She asks. “Don’t think so.” She thinks for a second. “Hmm..” she breathes. “Well. We’ll try again later.” She laughs. “It’ll work.”

You groan out. You liked him so much but he adored that blonde girl. And you could see why. Tall, skinny. Blonde. Perfect in every way.

-

“Earth to Soap-“ Jessica snaps in front of his face. “Huh? Sorry.” He looks down. “Get your head out of the gutter.” She rolls her eyes, eyes traveling to where he was looking. She assumed she’d see the blonde, but she sees you. Tight yoga shorts and a long sleeve shirt. Her eyes nearly bulge out of head when she realizes who he’s staring at. “Who are you staring at anyways? The dumb blonde girl who sleeps with everyone on base?” She rolls her eyes. “What? No.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “Yeah right, that girl is the only girl you’ve been talking about for months. Just go ask her out.” She rolls her eyes. You approach, setting your coffee down on the table. “Uh.. no. I’ve my eyes on somebody else.” He laughs. “Who is it?”

“Can’t tell you, hey Y/N.” He smiles. Jessica nearly comes out of her skin at the fact that Soap was beginning to take a liking to you. “Hey.”

“What took so long?”

“Thought I was gonna have spar with your captain for some coffee.”

“Got my money on Price.” He smirks. “I got my money on Y/N, her thighs are thick enough to suffocate him.” She smirks. Your cheeks light up. “Wow, thanks Jess. That makes me feel great about my body.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not an insult, really hot.” She smiles. “Besides, maybe Captain Price would like that.” She winks. “You think he’d go for it?” You smile evilly. “Gross.” Soap scrunches his face up in disgust. “I know I would.” She winks. “Yeah? You wanna try em out?” You smirk, catching her a little off guard. “Oooooh.” Soap laughs. “Only if I get to watch.” He smirks. “In your dreams MacTavish.” Jess laughs. He laughs along with her. After breakfast, everyone was preparing for the dinner. Everyone has the day off to meet with family and figure out their plans. Everyone’s families were gathering for the formal dinner. They were giving promotions and medals and all kinds of stuff for the soldiers.

“That motherfucker is going to be drooling by the end of the night.” She smiles. You’ve got big curls in your hair, makeup done to perfection thanks to Jess. You’re sitting in the mirror, baggy t-shirt covering your body. “Yeah yeah, we’ll see.” You laugh. “I’m going to go get ready, I’ll meet you at the other building.” She smiles. “Sounds good.” You laugh. After finishing up the rest of your hair and makeup, spraying perfume in yourself. You skip your dress on, following it up with some tall black heels. You hadn’t dressed this nice in ages, since being in the military.

When Jess is completely ready, she makes her way to the building the dinner would be held in, surprised when you aren’t there. She’s got on a navy blue dress that went down to about her knees. It compliments her skin tone really well. “Hey, where’s Y/N?” Soap asks her. “Not sure, she was supposed to meet me down here.” She shrugs. “Why?” She asks him. “Oh uh.. just curious. You’re like two peas in a pod so I just figured she’d be with you.” He laughs awkwardly. “There’s your dream girl.” Jess snorts, pointing to the blonde, who actually looked incredibly beautiful. “Not my dream girl. You know, you keep calling her a dumb blonde and stuff but you’re blonde too.” He laughs. “Yeah I may be blonde but I’m not dumb or a whore. Besides, what happened to “I’d do everything for her?” Hm?” She asks. He rolls his eyes. “I told you, I got my eyes on someone else.” He laughs. “Oh yeah? Who’s- woah.” She pauses. Eyes landing on you as you walk inside. Tight black dress, black heels. “Damn.” She hears Soap mumble. You make your way over to the table they’re sitting at. “Here, I got you.” Soap slides the chair out for you. “Thank you.” You blush, “you look awesome Y/N.” Jess smiles. “Thanks. I feel weird.” You laugh. “Why?” Soap asks. “Don’t usually dress like this. M’too fat for it.” Soap rolls his eyes. “You look great, don’t say that about yourself.” He laughs.

The entire night, Jess notices Soap’s eyes on you. Constantly, not once does he look in the direction of the other girl, his eyes are always on you. Jess smirks, mission accomplished. “You know if you take a picture it’ll last longer.” Jess teases Soap, you’re up getting drinks for everyone and Soap’s eyes have been on you the entire time. “What?” He laughs. “You’re staring MacTavish.”

“So what.” He laughs. “You like her?”

“Course, just figured she wouldn’t go for a dork like me.” He laughs. “What happened to your crush on her?” She asks, nodding in the direction of the other woman. He laughs. “She’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But.. she’s not really my type.” He laughs. “What’s your type?” She asks. “Whatever Y/N is.” He smirks. She laughs.

“Just.. offer to walk her back to her room at the end of the night. Start doing little things to get her attention.” She laughs. “I’ll try.” He smiles, clearing his throat when you approach the table. “Ah, these heels are killing my feet.” You laugh, setting down a couple glasses of Champagne. “Yeah?” Soap laughs. “Yeah.” You sit down next to Soap, since it was the only seat open. You cross one leg over the other and Soap takes note of how soft and smooth your skin looks. “Where are your families?” Soap asks. “Too far away for a visit that’s for sure.” Jess laughs and you smile. The way you smile has Soap’s stomach jumping. “What about you?” You ask him. “Same. My family doesn’t even really know where I am to be honest.” He laughs. You nod your head. “Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask.” Jessica leans forward, looking at you. “Whenever I come into your room, you have a little notebook out, what’s in it?” She asks you. Your cheeks burn red immediately. “Um.. it’s just uh-“ you pause for a second. “Probably a diary.” Soap nudges you, earning an eye roll from you. “Its just drawings.” You laugh. “Drawings of what?” She asks. “Just.. random stuff. Like flowers.” She nods her head.

As you finish up your glass of champagne, your eyes start to grow a little heavy. “I think I’m going to call it a night, I’m tired.” You giggle. Jessica nods her head. “I’m going to go try my luck with Garrick, I’ll see you around.” She winks, standing up from the table.

“You want me to walk back to your barracks with you? I don’t mind.” Soap asks.

“Yeah, can you take this for me? I’m just carrying it around. It’s too warm out.” Jessica passes you a jacket. “Uh.. sure.” You laugh. “Thank you Soap.” You smile. “No problem.” Soap moves and when he’s not looking, Jessica sends you a wink. Soap moves his hand to your lower back, walking along with you. “Hey Soap.” The blonde girl smiles. “Oh.. hi.” He says awkwardly. “You want to come back to my room with me? Need some help getting this dress off.” She smirks, reaching her hand out. He leans back, avoiding her touch. “Oh, sorry. I’m walking Y/N back to her room.” He says. “Seriously?” She crosses her arms. “Um.. I’m not interested. Sorry.” He grasps your hand, weaving around her. “I thought you liked her?” You laugh. “Uh.. no. Not really my type.” He laughs nervously. The both of you begin walking back and you sigh. “Can’t do this anymore.” You moan out, pulling the heels off of your feet. Soap laughs. “Jesus, you’re tiny.”

“What?”

“Those heels add like 6 inches, you’re real small.” You send a glare his way. “You’re just giant.” You roll your eyes. He laughs. After a few more minutes of silence, you step into your room. He closes the door behind himself. You throw Jessica’s jacket down onto your bed. “Your bed frame been holding up?” He asks. “Oh, yeah.” You smile. Soap’s eye immediately see the small notebook on your dresser, picking it up quickly. A gasp leaves your lips and you lurch forward trying to snag it out of his grasp but he’s quick, holding it above his head. “Ah- wait your turn little one.” He teases, flipping the pages open. “Holy shit.” His eyes widen. Crimson creeps up your cheeks and you step back, covering your face. “Bloody hell Y/N.” He laughs. Eyes still slightly widened. He flips through the pages, seeing all of the filthy drawings you’ve drawn. “I didn’t know you could draw like this.” He admires the drawing on the page, a girl with 2 large fingers pressed into her mouth, another fully naked on the page before. “Yeah- um.” You laugh awkwardly, moving your hair out of your face. He sets the notebook down, laughing at your embarrassment. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, will be our little secret yeah? Just you n me.” He smirks. You laugh, looking down at your feet. “Anyways, I’ll let you get to bed yeah? I’ll see you down for breakfast in the morning.” He winks. “Yeah.. thanks for walking me back. I appreciate it.” He smiles. “No problem. Wouldn’t want pretty girls like you walking alone.” He laughs. After saying your goodbyes, he exits the door and your eyes are wide.

What the fuck was that?

-

“Jess? What are you doing?”

“Jesus Soap- shut up!” She shushes him. Your eyebrows narrow and you stir in your sleep. You hear nothing but silence, body relaxing. “That’s cruel.” He laughs. “Whatever.” You stir more in your sleep, eyes snapping open. You sit up, gun in hand. “Woah! It’s me, relax!” She raises her hands. “You keep a gun under your pillow, you psycho?” She lowers her hands. “The hell are you doing?” You ask. You go to step off of your bed, but can’t move your feet. “No don-!” Jess snatches your blanket off, and you scramble to pull your shirt down over your bare lower body. “Jessica what the fuck!” You growl. Your feet are tied to your bed frame. “I was gonna try to tie you all the way down but loud mouth made you wake up.” Soap is laughing behind her by the door. The snap of your pocket knife makes her flinch and you begin sawing at the rope. “You sleep with a pocket knife too?” She laughs. “Never know when a bimbo is gonna come in and tie me to my bed.” You roll your eyes. “Watch it, this bimbo is keeping your secrets.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “What secret?” You look up at her. She crosses her arms. “Don’t challenge me Y/N.” She tilts her head to Soap and you cross your arms. “What, that I like Soap? Don’t threaten me Jess, you’ll lose every time.” You stand up, shirt falling down around your hips. Her eyes widen and Soap’s smile grows wider, cheeks burning red. “Damn.”

“I’m just gonna… see myself out.” Jessica walks out, backing right into Gaz, her cheeks lighting up. “Oh.. Hey Gaz.” She smiles, shutting the door behind her. She didn’t expect that out of you. “You like me ah?” He smirks. “Who doesn’t,” you snort. “Fucking screw came out again last night.”

You knew you shouldn’t have listened to Jess, taking your bed frame apart only made it more difficult to keep together. You lower yourself down again, looking under the small bed for the little screw. The way you arch your back has your bare lower half on display for Soap, and his pants are getting uncomfortable. When you reach under, it raises higher and he gets a good look at your uncovered opening. Maybe you were doing it on purpose, showing him your body. Maybe he’d hate it, maybe he didn’t like your curves. But you’d find out soon enough. Maybe Jess was wearing off on you a little. “You know, maybe you should leave it.” You can hear his belt rattling making you move away, looking at him. He’s unbuckled it, unbuttoning his jeans, reaching behind himself to lock your door. “Hm?” You stand up. “Leave it, until I’m done.”

You cross your arms. “Done with what?”

“You.”

He closes the distance between the both of you, lips attacking yours, keeping a tight grip on your throat. When his lips touch yours, your stomach twirls, heat pooling between your legs. This had to be a dream, no way he was kissing you. His hands glide down the form of your hips until his fingertips are pushing your baggy shirt up slightly, and he pulls away to push you back into your bed. “Soap- if Jessica put you up to this, you don’t have to-“ his thumb gliding over your smooth bottom lip has you going quiet. “She didn’t put me up to anything love. Just relax f’me okay?” He let’s out a deep chuckle and you clench your eyes closed as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. He moves himself between your legs, pushing your shirt up over your hips. Your heart pounded in your chest, you were nervous.

He draws away and your eyes are still closed, telling him just what kind of effect he had on you. He slides his hands along your hips, admiring your body. Your skin is so soft, and it’s going to feel so good against his own. He pushes your shirt up, pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side. “Supposed to be in the meeting room in a couple hours.” You pant, “Relax.” He laughs. “Don’t worry about that, focus on me.” Your eyes look up at him and they’re perfect.

There’s a part of Soap that wants to stop. Wants to turn away and never look back. You aren’t the type of girl he could fuck and than leave behind. The way you looked at him, the way you made him feel. It was too much. He takes a deep breath, lips attacking your neck and you whimper, legs wrapping around his clothed waist. “So fucking beautiful.” He growls. He grinds his hips into yours, pulling his pants down the rest of the way. He quickly pulls off his shirt, revealing himself to you entirely. He was sexy. He takes a deep breath, hovering over you once again. His lips are on yours again and he grasps the base of his cock, brushing the tip over your opening, pulling a groan from your lips. “So fucking soft..” he grits his teeth, fighting himself from thrusting into you and fucking you until your legs shake. The top pushes through your folds, and you screw your eyes shut. “Fuck- M’not used to you.” You gasp. He chuckles slightly. “Relax.. you’ll get used to me.” He pushes his hips into you more, sliding deeper. “Oh- god.” You whimper. He laughs. “What’s going on Hm? You’ve done this before right?”

You nod your head, panting. He laughs. “Take a deep breath. Don’t hyperventilate.”

“I just..” you blush. “I’ve only done this one other time.” You blush. “Clearly wasn’t any good,” he laughs. “No.” You take a deep breath as he slides lower, profanities slipping from you lips, Soap found amusement in it. “You’re fucking tight.” He groans, thrusting his hips into yours, filling you full. He clamps a hand over your mouth, his hand muffling your cries. He can’t help it, he has to fuck you. “Can’t wait to feel this tight pussy cum on me, gonna be so tight.” He smirks. Your eyes are still screwed shut, moaning into his hand. He starts fucking his hips against yours, the squelch from your wetness making his eyes roll back. “So fucking good baby-“ he hisses. You were pulling him too close to his high already. He slows his thrusts, resting his body on yours. His hand was still over your mouth, muffling your moans. “So pretty.” He chuckles, lowering his head to attach his lips to your nipple, tongue running over it. He grips it in a tight hold with his lips, tugging on it, eating whimpers from you. He attacks the other, stalling so that he doesn’t cum too fast. He didn’t want to look like a Virgin. It was pathetic. Once the burning in his lower stomach starts to fade, he speeds up again. He grits his teeth, hips hammering into yours. Your bed starts to hit the wall, and he grows frustrated, grasping your thighs and pulling you up, holding you up as he fucks his hips into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, whimpering into his ear. It eggs him on and he’s trying not to fall apart. Your cheeks are flushed red from how he holds you. He picked you up so effortlessly.

The swirling in your stomach has you whimpering, eyes shut tightly. “So pretty f’me. So fuckin tight.” He grits his teeth. He’s fighting off his high. Tight grip around your waist as he fucks his hips into yours. He can be a little more rough than he was at first, aside from his skin meets yours but your room had thick enough walls to conceal it. He’d definitely leave bruises on your hips from his death grip, but you didn’t mind. Your moans are getting louder, you muzzle your face into the crook of his neck, attacking his skin in nips and kisses at an attempt to quiet yourself. You suck marks into his neck, and it makes him struggle even harder. “M’so close Soap-“ you whimper into his ear. “You can cum for me baby. Cum around my cock sweetheart.” Your eyes shut, lips parted. You’re right on the edge. “Stay quiet. I’ll ruin that sweet orgasm you want so bad.” He smirks. You clutch him hard, teeth biting into his shoulder and his eyes widen, cock throbbing hard as he fills you with cum. He didn’t mean to. His eyes shut and he groans. You put your own hand over his mouth as he cums hard, riding out his high until you’re squirming from the overstimulation. He lays you down, cock still buried inside of you. “So pretty.” He smiles. “Look so good with me inside of you.” You blush hard, rolling your eyes. “I look good always.”

“Damn right you do.” He laughs. He slides himself out of you, drawing a moan from your lips. “Gotta get dressed you little minx.” His hand clapping against your skin has a gasp leaving your lips, scrambling up. He chuckles as he starts to put his clothes on.

You awkwardly make your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You quickly get dressed, emerging from the bathroom. He’s smiling at you.

“What? What’s funny?” You cross your arms. “Nothing. You just wouldn’t know what kind’ve goods you’re hiding under that uniform.” He winks. You roll your eyes. The both of your emerge from your room, just as Gaz and Jessica emerge from her room. You make eye contact for a second, realization washing over the both of you. Having to conceal the laughs you both want to let out. “What’s going on, everything okay?” Your captain startles all of you. “Oh no, we were just getting ready to head to the meeting. Just ran into Gaz and Soap and got distracted talking.” You lie. “Oh okay. Well. See you all in a few.” He smiles, walking off. Jessica grasps your arm, pulling you along. Neither of you see it, but Gaz fist bumps Soap as they both begin to follow you to the meeting room.

This is not edited please forgive me XD

[legendsliveon]

May 4th Legends Deals

Happy May 4th Legends fans! Here are some discounts on Legends merch I've found around the Internet. I'm sure this list isn't exhaustive, so please add on anything I may have missed!

Books & Comics Merch

Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor book cover shirt - available in Boys (S-XL) at Target for $18.99 and Mens (S-3XL) Target $22.99 (through May 4th) or BoxLunch $21.67 (25% off May 4th & 5th)

BoxLunch also has the cover of Dark Horse Comics' 2013 run of Star Wars available as a shirt in Unisex sizing (S-2XL) for $21.67 (25% off May 4th & 5th)

In odd but cool pieces, we have a shirt from BoxLunch (25% off May 4th & 5th) that features the Hungarian cover art for the novel Han Solo and the Lost Legacy by Brian Daley. The shirt comes in Unisex M-XL, for $21.67,

and a Jaxxon statue for $170 at Gentle Giant (regular $200) discounted May 4th - 8th

TeeTurtle has a shirt on final clearance for $10 that shows Kit Fisto and "a padawan." Logically I know this is probably supposed to be his padawan from TCW, but at least to me it reads more as Bant Eerin, his padawan in the Jedi Apprentice chapter books. The shirt is available in Women's XS-3XL and Men's S-3XL.

Rock Love has their entire Star Wars stock 20% off May 3rd-6th, including this Rancor Tooth necklace for $56 (regular $75) that is arguably Tenel Ka vibes.

Chronicle Books has 20% off all Star Wars books and novelty products from May 4 - 20. This includes:

Star Wars: 100 Collectible Comic Book Cover Postcards ($19.96) which covers covers from the 70s to 2023, so it is mixed canon. The description promises Mara Jade, and some of the covers shown are Legends. Common sense (hopefully) dictates that the majority of cards will be from the Legends era since that is ~35 years of publication vs. ~11 years.

They also publish the in-universe guidebooks The Jedi Path ($17.56), Book of the Sith ($17.56), Bounty Hunter's Code ($17.56), and the Imperial Handbook ($17.56). There is also a $64 box set of the four books. These books also straddle Legends and current canon as they were published in 2011, 2013, 2014 and 2015 respectively.

More items in the category of "we slapped a comic cover on this" that are 25% off May 4th & 5th at BoxLunch include:

The 1998 manga edition of ANH as a unisex sweatshirt (S-2XL) for $33.67,

Issue #7 of Marvel's 1997 run of Star Wars comics that is available in a variety of shirt styles,

and the Infinities ANH #1 cover as "framed wood wall art," whatever that means, for $18.67.

There are some Thrawn items that are stylistic enough there isn't a hard line in the differences between his Legends and current canon looks.

Funko is Buy 2 Get 1 Free through the 5th and they have Thrawn as a mini keychain ($5) and regular Pop ($12).

BoxLunch also has the regular size Thrawn Pop for $7.74 (40% off with code BLGIFTS). It will be 25% off ($9.67) May 4th-5th, and I don't know if that discount stacks, or if the 40% off will go away.

BoxLunch also has several Thrawn shirt designs that will be 25% off May 4th-5th.

The Triptych Grand Admiral Thrawn design comes in Unisex T-shirt (S, L-2XL) for $21.67, Women's T-shirt (S-2XL) for $21.67, long sleeve T-shirt unisex (S-2XL) for $24.67, unisex sweatshirt (S-2XL) for $33.67, and a Youth Hoodie (S-XL) for $33.67

Long Live the Empire comes as a Women's tank top (XS-2XL) for $22.40, Women's T-shirt (S-2XL) for $22.42, Unisex T-shirt (S-3XL) for $22.42-24.67, Youth T-shirt (XS-XL) for $15.67, Youth Girl's (XS-XL) for $15.67, Unisex sweatshirt (S-2XL) for $33.67, Women's sweatshirt (S-2XL) for $29.17, and a Unisex hoodie (S-2XL) for $41.17.

The red Thrawn design is available as a Unisex T-shirt (S-2XL) for $22.42, Big & Tall T-Shirt (LT-5XL) for $22.42-25.42, Long Sleeve T-shirt (S-2XL) for $24.67, Unisex sweatshirt (S-2XL) for $33.67, and a Unisex hoodie (S-2XL) for $41.17.

Gaming Merch

KOTOR Light/Dark Box $11.99 at GameStop (regular $36.99)

10" Revan statue $64 at GameStop (regular $80)

Funko is Buy 2 Get 1 Free through May 5th and they have Fixer for $15.

Heritage Games Pack $39.99 at GameStop (regular $59.99) They have many other Legends era games on sale too, check their website.

Revan's lightsaber is available from Fun.com for $269.99 with this extra 10% off coupon.

TV Merch

Ewoks fans, this is your time!!!

The black Ewoks shirt (left) featuring Kneesaa in the background is available from BoxLunch at 25% off from May 4th -5th in Women's S-2XL ($22.42), Girls XS-XL ($15.67), Unisex Youth (grey) XS-XL (15.67)

The green Ewoks squad shirt (center) is also at BoxLunch for 25% off from May 4th -5th, but it is only available in Girl's XS-XL ($15.67)

They also have a third Ewoks shirt (right) for 25% off from May 4th -5th, but it is only available in Unisex Youth sizes XS-XL ($15.67)

There's also this slightly disturbing Galactic Pals Ewok Plush (left) that's 20% off at Target through May 4th that doesn't say it's Kneesaa, but it sure looks like her. ($22.39)

Funko is Buy 2 Get 1 Free through the 5th and they have Holiday Special Chewbacca (right) for $15.

[carelessflower]

sunday recap 🥓😽

so many things today but more importantly SO MANY CATS LET GET THIS THROUGH SO WE GET TO CATS

fit check, i changed like 5-6 times wanna lean into a coquette style but sadly this the shirt with the closest match I could find

seafood buffet because we didnt have any breakfast so this kinda our brunch. this just opened in the mall near where I lived lmaoo, basically they served seafood in any kind, and also there bbq and hotpot too but we didn't take the hotpot. all seafoods are very fresh (look at that tank!!!) again ranking

grilled shrimp and oyster with cheese: 8/10, the cheese is like too sweet and fatty

grilled snail with scallion: 8/10, good but nothing special

sashimi: 9.2/10, very solid!!! and u can get as many as u want

sushi: 7.8/10, idk I dont grab those much there not much variation also it can make u full quick

grilled abalone (not pictured): 9/10, for the price we can get as much as we want and I think its neat! also it got run out so quick lmaoo

seafood soup: 9/10, phenomenal, like I had two bowl of these

grilled everything (had pork chest, pork, beef, octopus, grouper fish, okra, eggplant and cheese fish ball): 9.5/10, I love the way they marinated the meat!!

durian ice cream: 7.5/10, nothing special also it all durian which I dont like and they run out of chocolate ice cream :((

flan with coffee sauce: 9.2/10, smooth, creamy with that bitter sauce like it just top notch flan, literally one of the best I've ever eat

also on the way down i saw they're having this cat contest thing like there so many booths it looked so fun (pictures later cuz I took like A LOT)

first tried a bunch of stuff at uniqlo, obsessed with these snoopy shirts and these cutest zip up, like the zip up are clothes for children but there big size and I can fit in there too

trying on, the shirts is from the male section and the zip up and hoddies are from children section biggest size they look so cute tho icant think of the way I would wear the white zip up a lot and the green shirt is xs so I def need a size bigger

next is cotton-on, they're having this collab with polly pocket which is sawr cute if only they're not like fucking expensive, like why is that shirt 30$ and that tiny MICRO purse 28$ like I dont get it, it not even real leather! also oversea website having XL size but vietnamese store doesn't is criminal

tried on a bunch of stuff the sale associate was looking at me like crazy also the price there has only gotten more ridiculous with time. the black shirt was giving sabrina carpenter and there another one with blue background and red font just like short n sweet aesthetic lmeow. the cardigan looked so close like that coloring the cutest but it looked wear on my body. the mentioned polly pocket shirt, I mean idk it fit but it expensive and also I dont like too much figure hugging in my clothes. same with the other shirt who I think the color pretty nice

can you guess which one i got hehe

[octuscle]

I was walking around and noticed a shop I never recognised. I think it was called CHAVTF. Should I go in?

CHAVTF? I can highly recommend it. Great selection of cool gear and competent and very courteous service. Tyler has a good eye for what suits your type. You can really trust him without reservation.

When you enter CHAVTF, it's very busy. All cabins are occupied. And the fellow you suspect is Tyler is obviously very busy. Nevertheless, he asks you how he can help you. You tell him that you were advised to ask for Tyler, that you need advice. "Mate, I'm Tyler. But call me Ty. What's your name, friend?" You reply that your name is Darren. "Daz, that's nice! you're not uh minute early. Can you grab da size xl camouflage tracksuit from storage for da fellow in locker room 4?" You answer "Sure thing" and go into storage. Fuck, how do you know where the warehouse is. But the tracksuits are cool. You'll have to try that one on later, too. You go to locker room 4 and hand the tracksuit through the curtain. Tyler asks you to check out the customers at the cash register. He will mark up the prices of the new stuff for a while.

The store is really running like clockwork today. There must be five or six scallies in line at the register. Sucks when you can't take care of the fellows the way you want to. You would have liked to help one or two of them change. Ty comes over, gives you a fistbump and says you're a lifesaver. Thank you for supporting him. He didn't expect so many customers. But then he says with a grin that you should better not serve here in your silly preppy clothes. You laugh and ask him what he expects when he calls you up from coffee at your parents' house and brings you into the store. Ty asks when your dad started placing value on that sort of thing. The last time you were there for dinner, he was still wearing that sweaty tank top from boxing practice. "Mate, that wasn't Sunday. Sometimes my mother gets her way, too," you reply with a grin. Ty tells you that there's a tracksuit in the social room that a customer has returned. You can put it on. Size S, should fit. Your fat pads are melting. When you put on the tracksuit, you weigh just 110 pounds at 6 feet. Skin, muscles and bones.

The next few hours are a bone-crushing job. The city is full of tourists and since there has just been money from the welfare office, all the chavs are also liquid. No idea how many steps you have walked between the warehouse, the cash register and the changing rooms. But by closing time, you've just managed three or four cigarette breaks. Ty and you take a deep breath as you lock the door at 6:00 pm. While Ty closes the register, you clean up a bit. Fuck, the place looks like a battlefield. And tomorrow you have the early shift. Then it would be cool if you could start with neat shelves and clean dressing rooms.

Ty asks you if you still want to come to the pub for a beer. You decline with thanks. You still have to train a class at your father's boxing school. Next time. Ty gives you your salary and hugs you. "See you tomorrow!" "You bet."

You are quite pleased as you wait for the train. New tracksuit, 120 pounds of extra cash and an afternoon without your parents. Sunday could have gone worse.

Pic found @scallychavlad88