#alky dude

[rainingmusic]

BELZEBONG - Diabolical Dopenosis

[kindleaf]

AND THE CUP OF COFFEE GOES COLD‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Sunny would you allow me to show u something in a way that might make u smash ur phone against concrete

yes of course my dear caspian

[lucius-morningstar]

Nicknames?

Yes we know Lucius has a hatred for the nickname Luci, but that isn't to say he doesn't have nicknames for others in the hotel. Not all of them are creative, but he has pride in some.. Not all. ------- Vaggie: So you have nicknames for everyone in this hotel. Lucius: Yep.. Some need work but hey it takes time. Vaggie: ...What's your nickname for Alastor. Lucius: Coatrack. Vaggie: *Snorts* Why? Lucius: Seriously look at him. Alastor: *Static* Watch it.. Lucius: Dude looks like a fancy coatrack you'd see in a brothel house. Angel: HA! Alastor: So all that tells me is you've been to a brothel house long enough to know. Lucius: Sure gotta put my coat somewhere. Angel: What about me? Lucius: Legs, you've got the nicest legs in the hotel and the longest. Angel: Guilty. What about Husk? Lucius: Alky Alley Cat. Alastor: Hmm strangely fitting. Husk: Fuck you, but honestly not the worst one I've heard. Lucius: I was going to joke about you being a Hissy fit but- Husk: I'll take the Alky any day over that. Alright, Nifty. Lucius: Hmm Pocket Sized. Vaggie: Why Pocket Sized. Lucius: I cannot tell you how many times I've seen her in my coat pockets. Angel: Cherri? Luicus: Was stuck on Inferno or Wildfire. Angel: I think she'd enjoy Wildfire. Husk: Alright, how about Sir Pentious. Lucius: Wasn't pleasant and working on a better one, so pass for now. Angel: You left out three people. Your sister, your dad and Vaggie. Lucius: Well I was going to go with Deadbeat for my dad but Charlie says that's too mean. Dwarf king was another but again too mean. So I went with Cockatiel. Angel: Why? Lucius: Look at him, man looks like a cockatiel. Angel: ..Fair. Okay Charlie and Vaggie. Vaggie: I'm starting to hate this game.. Lucius: Vaggie hmm.. Let's see Shadow. Vaggie: Why Shadow. Lucius: Cause you're always up my sister's ass. Angel: Then wouldn't Anal probe be better? Vaggie: *glares* Lucius: Charlie's word, it can't be gross either. Angel: Alright what do you call Charlie. Lucius: Lottie. Angel: Lottie? Lucius: Yeup. Although I don't use it often as I use too. I used it more when we we're kids and early teens. I used it a lot when she was in her goth phase. Angel: Hold on she was in a goth phase! Lucius: Oh yea, we both went through phases for a couple of decades. She went goth, I went Punk. Spent a lot of time in Zilla's. Angel: Please tell me you have pictures. Lucius: Oh I have pictures. Vaggie: I'm not sure this is a good idea. Lucius: New nickname, Fun Fucker, because you're always trying to ruin the fun with your fucking mouth! Vaggie: Watch it.. Lucius: Oh what'chu gonna do about it Vagasil! Angel: *Laughs* Oh fuck, I gotta remember that one. Vaggie: Lucius I am not fucking around! Lucius: I'm surprised you even know how guess my sister is good at teaching you something Angel: Kink- Lucius: Not what I meant Angel, and you know it. Vaggie: ..I'm telling Charlie. Lucius: Tattletale!

[cherryjuicegf]

alone + midnight + mistake for the ask game <3

thanks bestie absolutely LOVED these and it turned out to be an essay so under the cut <3

alone: just the right spot actually because loneliness is like a huge theme in the story. katerina has generally felt alone forever and pretends she's completely fine with that and she had no other choice really, she has many ways of being with herself. yet she's social and pleasant and just seeks company everywhere but never actually commits, never actually belongs, she is safe in her aloneness and she doesn't admit it and that's why, even though she craved human connection, she married a man who's away for a year at a time. stavros on the other hand is like. extremely angry. enraged. he is forced to be alone by society, by his mother and after alkis goes to the sea, by his best friend and the love of his life. his one chance at not being alone is snatched from him and he takes it out both on katerina and alkis in very subtle ways. but the thing is he craves company so much he ends up connecting with the woman he's trapping in his revenge narrative so. yeah not rly good at planning. on his own he's very introspective (in the wrong direction nevertheless) and i like to think he inspects himself in the mirror a lot, trying to be on his own who he cannot be outside. but the whole point of his character is his need for love and company which he's deprived of even in the best case scenario of running away so he cannot handle being actually alone. the only thing keeping him is the secret hope that, despite everything he's done, he is not alone.

midnight: katerina absolutely has no restful sleep schedule, miss girl hasn't slept free of anxiety ever in her life. constant anxiety that she's not enough, that her life is slipping away, trying to convince herself that she made the right choice and to a point believing it so that she doesn't hive her mother the satisfaction of running away again in failure. she wakes every morning and haunts the porch of her house to see if stavros will deliver a letter and can't stop questioning her disappointment and her happiness at the same time. and it's the loneliness that connects her with stavros tbh because it's the main reason he stays awake. he stays in bars till morning hoping to merge with the crowd, be invisible. he has the earliest shift as a postman. he lays in bed at night thinking about how empty it feels, how different everything could be and how he can get away. ridden with guilt for deceiving katerina, for even thinking about leaving his mother alone, for being so cowardly to do what he wants, or needs to do to get away. generally not much of a good night's sleep for these two.

mistake: love how all these are interconnected huh. i think katerina hasn't yet realized her marriage is that worst mistake for. well. MANY reasons. she's so loyal and has faith and alkis really did make her feel something extraordinary so she gave no second thought and she's fighting tooth and nail to keep it together now and when she realizes [redacted] happens so she will really never be able to fix it, forever trapped. so like her worst mistake is being desperate for love, and not admiting it made her reckless too. stavros on the other hand has .uh. has made many mistakes. uh. dude is a rocky slope fr. he thinks his worst mistake is opening up to katerina and he tries to take it back desperately but it's too late and she always sees underneath it so their connection is inevitable. so then his worst mistake could be that he is so devoted to alkis but so blinded by his bitterness and anger that he forges this terrible lie to try and get away from him, and keeps it up until everyone gets hurt so idk. maybe his worst mistake is being prone to passion. his worst mistake is loving. oh and no one ever moves on :)

[kickthecan-revolution]

Every a Friday after school, my mom would take us to this Baskin and Robbins. I’d get a scoop of daiquiri ice, or cherries jubilee. It was such a treat. I realized it’s Friday and also, I didn’t eat anything today so on my way to the airport, I stopped and got a banana split, of course with daiquiri ice. It’s just as delicious as I remember and while I will pay for this later, it’s worth it.

I walked down to the beach after my work calls were over, took a million pictures. Odd ones though, like where my dad would keep his instant coffee which he drank for decades. Then I went to our old house where I took pictures of our old backyard, where he installed a whirlybird for us to play. He taught my sister how to sail on the big behind the house where we’d all pick blackberries with the other kids in the summer. I snuck in to the community pool at the end of the street where he’d swim like a horse with me on his back. I remembered all of the endless games of kick the can with the other kids, all of the little friends I had there.

He loved from a distance and did the best he could, and I am going to miss him.

I changed to a 9:30 flight home so I have just slowly moved through the day. I ended up in Alki Beach and found some beach glass, and sat down on a bench next to also ran into a sweet and very young woman who recognized me, she lives a few houses down from mine (I didn’t remember but faked it). As we were chatting, a dude on a bike was being a creepy, aggressive weirdo and wouldn’t leave her dog alone even after she asked twice, and then started getting touchy and just ugh. I finally screamed GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THIS BENCH” which if I had a picture to describe his reaction, it would have been that prank people play on their cats when they sneak a cucumber behind it and it jumps straight up in the air when it turns around. Lolzzzz. IDGAF. we laughed so hard.

There was a neighbor’s open house and 100 people showed up. There are four showings tonight. I’m so sad to lose it, I really don’t care about the money but my mom needs it. My dad left his IRA to all three of us and there’s not a lot of money there but it will allow my sister to fox her car.

I just have to be thankful that it was part of my life.

[savingchaos]

orpheus and eurydice, but they're both me

"I'm sitting out on the deck and it's pouring rain. just pouring. I have about a one foot by two feet spot where it's dry, and that's where I fucking am, chain smoking and slamming vodka shots."

to be fair, max was right. it was a terrible night, rain pouring in an unrepentant downfall, a quiet, soothing noise of falling drops and gutters burbling with the noise of water rushing down them. it was october in new england, and the air was cooling as quickly as any summer fling, as she knew all too well.

"it's cold and it's dreary and it's dark, but I love it. the chill in the air, the fact that I can hide in a coat or a sweatshirt or both, the pumpkins on everyone's front porch, the apple cider, I just can't get enough. this is my month, the month to be weird and goth and freaky, and suddenly it's okay. too bad that's how I am all 11 other months of the year, and I'm looked at like I'm some sort of a leper."

"don't really care though. I used to be so terrified of being different, of being other. I forced myself into fucking abercrombie shirts and aeropostale shorts and hated every minute of it, just wanted to feel normal, feel pretty. now I seriously do not give a fuck, I'm a goth nightmare with blue hair and 15, maybe more, piercings, and tattoos all up one arm and starting on the other. I have a cute little ghost and an alien and a fuckload of others, and I love them all. I love me."

"this dude walked by me when I was getting a burrito, with my mask on of course, and he looks at my arm and goes, 'wow... that's a lot of ink.' I laughed and said, 'thanks!!! I'm getting more soon!!!' he just shook his head, mumbled some words of unhappy encouragement, and walked off. I was so proud of myself."

"I've become the 'do not give a fuck' punk of my childhood dreams, I do what I want, say what I want, be what I want. my coworkers even respect me, despite the hair, despite the piercings, despite the tattoos. I've proven I'm good and I can do trig at the drop of a hat, and read a program based off of complex math after nine fucking months in an industry I didn't even know a thing about before. I'm smart and confident, and maybe I'm even attractive, according to some. still don't believe that. I'm working on it though, maybe once the next 20 pounds drop off."

"I know the kid me would be a little concerned, maybe even ashamed. I'm an alcoholic, I know that. a severe alkie I'm buddies with even confirmed it, said I was like him. I didn't know what to do with that. I respect him, he's smart and capable and can do anything, but I didn't think that was me too. I guess it is."

"little me would have been terrified, terrified that I drink like I do, smoke cigarettes like it's my job, that I take heavy meds just to feel some semblance of normal. she wouldn't have gotten it. maybe she would have, I don't know. she cared a lot, about others. I still do. maybe she would have seen whatever good is left in me and found it beautiful, found the fact that I live my life for myself and myself alone beautiful. I know she would have felt sympathy, at the least, for what I've been through. maybe she would have cheered me for finding the light at the end of the tunnel. I sure hope so."

"I've been through hell and back, not quite out, but close, like eurydice and orpheus. I can see it, I hope no one turns their back and calls out for me, but I know I'll never reach it regardless. I don't care. I'm close as I've ever been and I'm so, so proud of myself. I hope little max would be proud of that, even if she knew the fucking chaos that lay ahead of her. I love her innocent little memory, of brownie batter from a spoon, and butterflies in the golden sunlight, and of the not-cherry tree in the front yard of the big white(ish) house. it brings me joy, to know I was once that lovely, that light, that carefree. I know I'll never be that again, but I'll always have the memories. I love her. I wish she valued those days more, since they'd be her last like that. I love her stil, despite that."

"I'm proud of what I am, finally. I am unrepentant. I will be what I want, and I am my own master. 'I wasn't made to be a robot and I ain't nobody's fool.'"

max slugged more vodka, and only got more unrepentant, more "I don't give a fuck."

finally she slumped over and fell asleep, marlboro half lit in her hand, but luckily, it was raining and it put itself right out. no one looked back for her that night, and she continued down whatever path she chose for herself, out of hell for better or worse.

[lilaxthegreat]

Ship Meme: Voile x Alki

What made you ship it? There is a long standing habit that I wind up getting enabled for things. Just like I blame Nick for Null13, I blame Shree for Voile/Alki

What are your favorite things about the ship? I DIDN’T EXPECT IT. ALKI JUST LOOKED AT VOILE IN THE RP AND WAS LIKE “I like this dude” AND THEN WENT ON. THEY”RE ADORABLE AND ALSO there’s time travel involved and I’m a sucker for this.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? There’d better not be an unpopular thing for these two dumbasses. They’re each half of a whole dumbass. And we love them for it.

[lemememeringue]

That video of the dude w the cup and green stuff: vegetable oil, water, green food coloring, and Alki seltzer tablet. That's all it takes, you can defo make your own!! The Alki seltzer will stop making bubbles eventually tho, they don't last super super long.

that's what I thought fjfhdh it sucks it doesn't last long :(

[cracked-ste-ven-u-ni-verse]

Dude r u okay

N-o! La-pis nee-ds he-lp a-nd im us-eless so w-e n—eed so-m-eone el-se to d-o it!

B-ut if y-ou we-re t-alki-ng ab-ou-t the cr-ack, ye-ah I’m us-ed to it.

[bub-y]

ancient greece

yeah, dude. fuck ... you've been alive for so fucking long, but like, it's been so long in fact that you're no longer feeling jaded, but just absolutely feral. howl at the moon, go to the vampire ball naked, it's like, who is going to stop you ? you've basically seen everything before, but you can't help but be excited to see what happens next. perhaps crack open a pomegranate and think about it for a while.

@bakerysnake . @avid-idiot . @paperd0llz . @alky-nbs

hey are you a vampire? take this quiz i just spent way too long making and find out the time period in which you were turned

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 1 Part 9

Enjoy !

Liam Friday October 27

For the first time during his whole life, the young lad expected the day to be as long as possible. (The last day before holiday, the day where they all were supposed to be excited... He felt ashamed). (He betrayed generation and generation of students praying for holidays). Anyway, evening came way too fast, and Liam felt depressed when he saw the first students leaving the campus. (He definitly was ashamed... Part of him asked for more lessons, even mathematics, and he started to get worried about his mental health). Sure, he wanted to see his siblings Chloe and Luka, but he hated the idea of a week with his father.

"Rebbie is leaving with this guy again..." stated Nick.

They were comfortably preparing their stuffs, but his roommate made a break to spy the black girl across the window. She was in the park with a mexican dude they already saw before. He even went in her flat once, unlike them. (Thinking about this, Liam blushed. He could easily picture what they did this night and it was so awkward). (Plus, Nick and him had listened across the wall part of the conversation... They were so immature...). The unicorn had teased him for days afterwards.

"Dude, I don't know what you're thinking, but stop it, because you're turning into a wonderful tomato." mumbled his roommate.

"Yeah, sorry."

The brown lad went back packing, but glanced at Nick. Strangely, this latter seemed irritated everytime Rebecca was hanging around with the mexican guy. Since their argument, he was acting oddly. Liam even heard someone call them "the two weirdos" once. (He did not really understand why he was considered as a weirdo but Nick fitted perfectly the description right now). (Okay, maybe he was a bit weird, but not as much as Nick, obviously). Anyway, the lad just wondered why his roommate have been so moody those last few days...

"Hey, Liam, this is earth, are you there ?"

"Sorry, was just thinking... Why are you so angry towards Rebecca ?"

Nick grunted. He wasn't especially happy to have this conversation.

"Because she's an ass ? We helped her and she never says thank. And she insulted me without any reason right ? You know, I think I had some feelings for her, but it's over now. So yeah, I'm sulking."

Liam nodded, dumbfounded. He didn't expect Nick to answer. (And moreover to admit he was sulking !!).

"Anyway, thank you for your concern but let's not talk about it again okay ? And your father's here."

As the freshman expected, his dad's house was huge. A mix between the castle and the mansion. Isaac Strucker had taken advantage of all this years far away his family. When he was a kid, Liam thought he was a kind of superhero, but quikcly, he understood the sad truth. His father just have been too busy getting rich to take care of them. (Once he realised this, the young lad often pictured his father as a villain in a dud). They didn't talk much during the ride, mainly because Liam avoided any conversation as much as possible. And he wasn't impressed by the manor. I came only to see Chloe and Luka.

"You'll see, it's even bigger once you're inside." assured his father.

Liam didn't answer. His mother had told him two days ago she had been summoned for a new trial about the children custody. And he's certain to win. Thinking about this, the boy opened the door, and a girl jumped on him.

"Liam ! I missed you so much !"

"Hi Chloe." he replied, suddenly happier.

His sister was a beautiful and nice girl. Now almost 15 years old, she got a well shaped body, mixing feminity and athletics virtues. While Liam hugged his little brother Luka (who was almost 5 years old now), she examined him.

"Mom told me you weren't eating enough. Are you fine ? Did you make some friends ? How are your grades ? Have you enough money ?

Well... Some things never change... When he was in highschool, he called her "mother number 2". (Everyone can understand why).

"He's perfectly fine." answered his father for him. "And I'm sure he'll enjoy his week with us, right Liam ?"

"I guess..."

The young lad was too busy with Luka to even argue with the old man.

"Yeah, you made sure he'll..." muttered Chloe. "Did you know he invited your bestfriend ? Nate's coming this evening."

Liam nodded slowly. Wait... What ? Realising what she was saying, he looked his father, stunned.

"You... invited Nate ?"

"Of course." answered his dad. "He can stay only for two days, but that's better than nothing, isn't it ?"

Rebecca Sunday November 5 – Monday November 6

At the next door, Nick was saying goodbye to his mother, while Liam already went back to his bedroom in order to sleep. As for her, Rebecca came back in the campus two days ago, right after her victory at the New York tournament. She took part yersterday at a championship with the college's team. I wonder how their vacations went... She might have been looking at Nick for too long, because he glared at her angrily, and she blushed a bit. He's still mad...

"Hey Rebbie. Am I early ?" asked someone behind her.

The black girl tunerd back and smiled. As always, Emilio was perfectly dressed, and looked in great shape. He came closer to kiss her, but feeling Nick's stare, she held him back and brought him in her flat. Once sure her neighbour could not see them, she let her boyfriend kiss her.

"What was that ?" he asked soflty. "Are you ashamed or something ?"

Are you kidding ? In the contrary, dating Emilio made her felt proud. Son of mexican immigrants, he obtained a scolarship for his running perfomances, and started to study law. Now a junior, he and Rebbie shared a lot in common, like a passion for sport. Besides, he was 1m89 (6'2"), and weighted 79 kg (174 pounds) of pure muscle. According to her, he definitly was perfect.

"Sorry, it's just... Well, I told you Nick and Liam helped me after some guys had attacked me..."

"Yeah, I remember. We still don't know who are those assholes."

Rebecca blushed. She kept a part of the story for her, since Chelsea was a member of their running team...

"Well, that's not the problem. I thanked Liam, but not Nick... And I feel bad about it."

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't find the bold to speak with him. However, Liam had barely listened to her, and had probably forgotten everything. Emilio took her hand, and smiled softly.

"Each time you're talking about this Nick, there is a problem. Just... You know what, forget about him. I mean, you're in College now, and the good thing is... We're thousands of students. You have troubles with a friend ? Change."

"I don't know..."

Part of her knew he was right. After all, Nick and her shared nothing except a floor. But for an obscure reason, she felt the need to be her friend.

"You're torturing yourself Rebbie. College isn't supposed to be so complicated. You don't need him, you know dozens of people who are at least as likeable as him."

"Yeah, right. Anyway, can we talk about something else now ?"

After all, Nick wasn't that important.

The next day, after class, Rebecca had an important meeting with Bob and her doctor. Almost everyday, her coach watched her body measurement, but on the first monday of each month, she had to consult the doctor. Usually, she didn't fear those meetings, because she always was in great shape, but this month was a bit particular because she was dating a guy. Maybe the doctor will know that... She didn't say it to Bob yet. Anyway, she did everything the doctor asked, and then waited for his checkup.

"You are perfectly fine Rebecca. Even better than in October." stated the MB. "Your statistics are similar to those of Olympics athlete."

She smiled, satisfied, but the doctor continued :

"However, in order to keep this great body shape, you've to train as much as possible, and to be in an stable environment without any wrong behavior."

"What do you mean ?" she asked, suprised.

"Relationship are a factor of stress, and stress isn't good for you. The better is to clean up yours acquaintances and to keep only the most necessary. For example, do not stay with junkies, drunks, or overweight peoples. They all have bad influence on your behavior."

He paused to let her retain the information. Nevertheless, Rebecca felt insulted by this senseless speech. What's the point of being a national runner if I can't even see whoever I want ? Is this the life Bob wants for me ?

"Oh, and one last thing Rebecca." started again the doctor. "The most important is to avoid love stories as much as possible. You can't allow yourself any distraction."

She opened her eyes wide, and was outraged :

"Are you serious ? Bob, do you agree with those craps ?"

Her coach looked at her, and nodded slowly. She then realised something. He knows. He knows about Emilio and me... Bob already met the mexican runner, and he largely preferred him to Nick, but... Not as my boyfriend. The doctor and her coach were asking her to break up in order to focus on her training. But that's not gonna happen. She could't be efficient if she had no life. Strangely, she thought about Nick, who was free to do whatever he wanted to without any constraint, and she felt angered.

"I understand what you're asking, but I refuse to do it. How am I supposed to focus if I'm sorrowful ? Eventually, I'm glad you know about Emilio and me Bob, but you have no right to control this relationship. I'm seeing whoever I want, whenever I want. Clear ?"

She may have been more agressive than expected, but at least, her coach seemed to have understood. He lowered his eyes, and nodded.

"Fine, I get it, you want some freedom. And you're right. Emilio can be your boyfriend, your lover or whatever, it's okay. However, I don't want you to be friend with junkies, alkies nor overweight people. Please."

Well, if you knew... She didn't know any people overweight, except maybe Pete, but he was not his friend. As for junky and alky, the only one she knew was a really good swimmer and Bob wouldn't even imagine him high.

"Alright, fine. I'm free to see people, as long as they don't have bad influences. Are we good ?"

"Yes we are." nodded Bob. "Don't forget, the Olympics Games is our goal."

"Yeah, I know."

Rebecca stood up and left the doctor's office, pensive. Why was she thinking about Nick, and how would he have reacted, instead of being happy to be with Emilio ? This is so weird...

Pete Wednesday November 8

A loud belch crossed Mike's lips when he slumped onto the couch. His both hands rubbed his bloated belly, and he moaned, near to a food-coma. As for him, Pete felt quite the same for his own tummy. Usually soft, it was hard as a rock, and completly stuffed. Of course, the young lad knew this feeling now, finishing severals time per week like a balloon, but it still was enjoyable. His roommate looked at him and smiled :

"Mate, that was a fuckin' good meal. I'm suprised I managed to clean my whole plate."

Pete smiled. To be honest, he also was astonished by Mike's appetite. At start, when he had begun putting some caloric poder in their plates, the young blond lad had thought it would have no effect on Mike, who was 192 cm (6'4") and built like a strong bodybuilder. Little did he know, when he had started this, how addictive was this poder. It had grown their stomach's capacity and craving for greasy and caloric food. Pete now ate as least twice that he had been used too. But after all, it exactly was what he planned... Except Mike now did the same. Even during the holidays, back in his family, the football player couldn't fix his diet. A month and a week after the beginning of Pete's plan, the effect started to be visible. The beefy guy now had a little belly, hanging over this most of his clothes. It was not obvious, like for Pete, but still noticeable. Moreover, with the added weight came another effect the blond lad did not planned at all. Mike became lazier. He reduced his training, and spent more time watching TV or playing videogames. He's always on the bench, and he feels sad about it... Consequently, the gaining became even more important. Pete first felt guilty, but then he realised Mike didn't even notice his burgeoning belly, but it helped himself to gain his own weight. Being two to binge together was way easier. I may be able to push it further... During the holidays, the young freshman took advantage of his mother's cooking to pig out as much as possible. And on Monday, Theo had said Pete was hotter than ever, and this latter had felt so proud that he decided to gain a bit more weight, depiste being already at 79 kg (174 pounds), that is to say 6 kg (13 pounds) gained since he started his plan. But he wanted more.

"Dude, you know there is still dessert ?" he asked to Mike.

His roommate, who was half asleep, opened his eyes.

"I... burp... Sorry. I think I'm full..."

"Oh come on. I mean, I made a pie, you know ? Just one slice with me."

After all, Pete did not expect to eat more than one slice too. His pastry was way too rich. Mike closed his eyes and swore discreetly.

"One slice, I might handle this."

Pete put the pie on the coffee table, right under Mike's nose. The delicious smell overwhelmed the room, and both boys, despite being stuffed to the max, felt the need to take a bite. The blond lad slowly cut two slices, and gave one to his roommate before he sat down in the armchair with his own piece. At start, his stomach grumbled, and he hesitated. Maybe I already ate enough, eventually... His body was telling him to not consume anything more, and it was probably wise to listen. However, Pete looked at Mike, who was eating his portion, firstly with attention, but soon faster and faster. A glint of delight gleamed in his eyes, and the short guy knew he had to eat too. He took a first mouthful, and the taste electrified his body. The fullness went away as soon as his brain asked for more, and Pete swallowed with ecstasy. Jeezus, that's so... so good. He finished his first slice just after Mike, and they both took another without even think. Animated by a gluttonous longing, they devoured the pie, taking break only for breathing and belching. In no time at all, the pie was gone, and both boys slouched in their respectives sits.

"What... burp... What the hell what that pie exactly ?" asked Mike while rubbing his even more distended belly.

"Honestly, I don't really know." confessed Pete.

He bleched loudly too, and because he was feeling packed in his pajamas, took off his top. His bloated tummy expended freely while he explained :

"I stole the recipe from Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, the best cook of my club... He forgot his books one evening, and I looked some stuffs."

Mike whispered something inaudible. He was so stuffed that he felt sleepy now, just like Pete. This latter stood up slowly, and headed towards his bedroom. Even walk in those conditions was hard, but he managed to enter and lock the door behind him.

"Look's like you outdid yourself, my sweet love." laughed a beautiful voice.

Pete looked at Theo, and smiled. I didn't expect him today... The junior was uncatachable, and the freshman loved that too.

"Maybe..." continued the captain. "Maybe we should make of this night an unforgettable night, should we ?"

He pointed out severals candies and treats he had bought with him. Pete grimaced, unsure about it. He already ate a huge meal, and pushed his limits far beyond what he expected. His body would definitly not be able to eat again. Theo came closer, put an hand on his lover's tum, and whispered :

"Or are you too full to enjoy this moment with me ? Shall I leave and come back another night ?"

The idea revolted Pete. I want him.

"Stay." he almost begged. "I'll do anything you want me to."

To be continued

Well... We’re getting close to the end of the 1st chapter !

As a reminder, the main plot is following Liam’s struggles in College. There will be weight gain, but it’s a very slow process since he has a lot of stuff do deal with.

The Rebecca and Nick’s side story is coming to an end, since Nick made his feelings clear. However, we’re not done with the two and there are still playing important role :)

Now the main question is : will Pete have is happy forever ending ? Our little feedee is completely under his feeder charm tbh

Part 10 next week !

[fuckyeahseattle]

(via 20180715_062556-P1320732 | Alki Beach, Seattle | geoff dude | Flickr)

[madadrawing]

Dude I love writing for Alki so much (My Main Jigglypuff OC) I’m gonna make her the protagonist of either a fanfic or comic for Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (just in general) but she’s great she’s a human but also the most chaotic individual. Like this mfer just spawns in as a 12 year old weakass, gets adopted by this really nice but poor family, and her first instinct to try to help them is just. “I am going to steal shit from everyone else.“ She gets TWO cool moves, and completely ignoring how weak she is just kinda. Joins a gang. Tries to keep her two lives separate and lies to everyone around her cause she’s having a blast being an outlaw. She’s not even like. Mean. Or Evil. She just has a lot of fun with it and this low confidence child is just good at being a criminal and its the only time she really has any faith in her own abilities so she just keeps doing it.

Like. It will blow up in her face eventually but every time I write or draw her I’m like. God kid I wish I had the same amount of unfounded confidence as you.

[theboysfromaustin]

The men who’ve been in my life:

High school boyfriend

Dude from Normal, Illinois which I only know from a Ben Folds song

Dude who cheated on me relentlessly (red flag man #1)

THE GRAND ALKIE, KING OF THE SCUMBAGS (RED FLAGS UP THE ASSSSS)

Chest pains over pasta man

[kickthecan-revolution]

This is Dude. His parents Annmarie and Scott came to Alki because they lived here for a long time and Dude used to play on the beach as a puppy. He is in his later stage of life, has terminal cancer and they are calling this year “the year of Dude”, taking him on all sorts of adventures to create a bunch of memories with him before he dies. They chose my place as part of his year. 

Wendall and I made up a big basket of dog treats and toys for him, and I bought them a book on what it means to grieve a pet called “Goodbye Friend”. https://www.amazon.com/Goodbye-Friend-Healing-Wisdom-Anyone/dp/160868086X/ref=pd_lpo_sbs_14_t_0?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=D2V6GDNKN4ZCKKCJRA1V 

They’ve been sending us pictures of him barking at seals, swimming, running on the beach, playing with all of the toys we got him. He’s been in heaven. We got him a big fluffy dog bed and he’s been sleeping by the fire. They ended up staying a few extra days because he was having so much fun. 

They just sent me this picture and all I can do is sob. 

[savingchaos]

on love and vodka and marlboros, with just a dash of bipolar

"some things are a slow suicide," she muttered, taking another drag off her cigarette, "but they'll kill you all the same."

she paused then, for a moment, and turned to watch the last murky dregs of the day's light give way to blueish charcoal above her head.

"love is a slow burn. it'll keep you warm and happy while it lasts, but anything that catches fire eventually has to go out. some end in a big fucking mushroom cloud, like when you pour gas straight onto the flames and almost light your neighbor's trees on fire. then they douse the bitch and call the police," she said, punctuating this with an aggressive eyeroll.

"some just lose oxygen, I guess. no boom, nothing. just sorta fizzles, and it doesn't really matter all that much because no one cared enough to feed the flames before they death rattled. it only matters when you're alone at 2 am again and want something familiar to fill the space beside you."

another pause, this time to smack a mosquito that got a little too friendly and to down a shot of vodka.

max made a face and quickly inhaled more of her cigarette to chase the bitter sting of booze.

"alcohol, yeah, that'll kill you too, but at least you know it'll hurt you in the end. not like love, where stupid fucking hope springs eternal."

this time she dispensed with the shot glass altogether, and swigged straight from the bottle, slamming it onto the table beside her like a judge with their gavel.

max continued her drunken rant, slurring a bit now.

"it takes away the pain for as long as you keep at it, and gives it all back in spades as soon as you come up for air. you're basically just borrowing happiness from another day, and if you borrow enough you'll run out, eventually. when that dude with the white coat walks into your hospital room and tells you cirrhosis got you good, and because you're a damn alkie, well, no new liver for you," she chuckled, like it was a very funny joke, far removed from her actual future.

"but hey, if I make it that far, I'll probably be ready to go since I'm already fed the fuck up now. there are way too many demons in my head. it's a hotel with no vacancy but the guests just shove their way in anyways."

sooty tears tracked their way down her pale cheeks, pooling ever so slightly by her chin here.

"they keep giving me these dumb pills and they either turn me into a walking talking corpse, or I'm just one notch below spiraling again. I'm constantly losing it a little more, daily. I'm even seeing stuff again, but I'll be DAMNED if I go on more meds. those aren't even a slow suicide at all. they're just a living death sentence. I don't care if I lose 20 years off my stupid life, it's gonna be worth it to at least have emotions and enjoy things and-"

she stopped short.

"god I'm fucking rambling, huh? I should probably shut the fuck up now. no real point anyways, I'm just mad."

max put her head back for a moment, and promptly fell asleep, collapsing into a drunken slumber in a deck chair. her half-smoked marlboro fell out of her hand, and, luckily for her, rolled its way right off the porch.

it smoldered for a minute, and went out. not with a bang, but with a whimper.