#and has passed him in the street

[mintmatcha]

Mint I remember you saying that Fatgum has like. A range of clothing sizes and i just found a manga page showing that you’re RIGHT it takes him 4 days of eating to hit the egg shape and in the days between he ranges from buff > chubby > fat but in a less cartoonish way i love him

and you know he's UNRECOGNIZABLE in the in-between stages so it's STRANGE... like having multiple boufriends

[crybaby-bkg]

Trainer Bakugou who you're a little terrified of the first day you're paired with him. when asking for a trainer at the gym, you had expected the friendly redhead who always looked so sweet and encouraging and cut as hell. you weren't expecting his grumpy looking blond counterpart, who was all glares and shouts for his clients to keep pushing themselves.

you were hesitant at first, before you quickly realized that it was all a ruse, for the most part. he pushed those who needed that extra encouragement, but was more lenient to people like you who simply wanted a professionals guidance. so, after a few weeks, you liked him for the most part, and his looks damn sure made it easier to cozy up to the big guy.

the only issue you've been having with Bakugou though are the...coregasms, as you've seen them been named on social media, that you keep experiencing. the first time, you weren't sure what it was, why your stomach and pelvis kept tightening up. you couldn't have...climaxed, or anything. you hadn't even been touched!

but, as the weeks go by, and the workouts get more strenuous, they've become harder and harder to subside and ignore, and so had Bakugou's commands to keep going when you suddenly stopped. you can only lie and say its cramps so many times before he realizes that something is up.

you're midway through a good morning, when that familiar feeling starts tightening in the pit of your gut. you clench your eyes shut, shaking your head a little, as if you could ward off the impending feeling. bakugou notices though, frowning at your almost pained expression in the mirror, walking up behind you to stop you as you pull yourself back up. his hands are on your waist, and as you come up, you feel his bulge glide over the curve of your ass, and something in you snaps.

you gasp, buckling over, one hand on your knee as the other reaches back for bakugou's hand to keep you up as your thighs shake. you can feel yourself spasming, clenching and unclenching around nothing, secretly wishing you had something that could fill you up, something that you felt throb against you as bakugou leaned over your form.

"Another coregasm, huh?" he asks you lowly, his lips brushing your ear as you bite your bottom lip to hold back your moan. your eyes buck open though, when his words sink in, head tipping back to look at him in the mirror, only to find his gaze already on you.

"You knew every time?" you ask quietly, panting now that its finally starting to pass over you. but bakugou doesn't let you up from this position, especially since the area you're in seems to be desolate for now.

"It's hard to ignore how pretty you look when you cum, sweetheart." Bakugou seals his words with a firm press to your ass, his cock rubbing the seam, and you can practically feel the heat and veins of it through your thin bottoms. you groan under your breath, getting lost in the feeling of him grinding against you, when he suddenly speaks again.

"You still feel it?" he asks, voice low as he looks at you through his lashes. you nod, biting at your bottom lip as you meet the steady rock of his hips, watching how he smiles before slotting his lips against your ear.

"Want me to help make it go away?" and he does, in the employee locker room after hours. he makes it go away, and rebuild, and go away again and again until you're hoarse and your legs are weaker than they typically are on leg day. bakugou helps the ache go away, but not for that sweet redheaded coworker of his, whose fists have fucked his cock the entire time of watching bakugou rail you over the locker room bench again and again.

[possum-socks]

This wont make sense to anyone else but enjoy your freak tweek tweak beating the shit out of mine and @willsdad’s oc’s- donnie (black hair) and wren (stupid) and proceeding to blow chunks everywhere because he got kicked in the gut and now him tummy hurt…🥺

Tweek would have 100% murdered donnie if it weren’t for the induced vomit

The art is all done by @willsdad go follow her for other neat stuff!!! Now! Do it now. !!!

[kittykatninja321]

On both a watsonian and doylist level Dick Grayson is white passing

[dirt-str1der]

This whole chapter with knives is still funny because in the finale he at least had pants but he was straight naked here. Like it was swinging , his millionth knife

[kisskissgotohell]

theres a consequence of spending a lot of my time on fandom internet that means as i was watching one piece there was a part of my brain that was desperately trying to form a ship out of some combination of characters, and i was actively fighting it bc i think that mindset can get pretty reductive. this is not a post about that. this is a post about how the easy part about fighting that impulse was that at this point in the story, i just can't picture luffy in any sort of romantic relationship. HOWEVER. the hard part is that at this point in the story, i can also 100% believe that every supporting character has a crush on luffy. so.

[sevenseasaurus]

so do the rest of you guys just simplify your dreams when explaining them to people or do I just remember a significantly weirder degree of depth than the average bear

[stiltonbasket]

I think i remember seeing somewhere that you take prompts, but if you dont, please feel free to ignore this! If you do, then how do you think a scenario would go where wei wuxian leaves the burial mounds, after being thrown in by wen chao, with his demonic cultivation but sans his memories? Ive seen several people do it before but i would absolutely love to see your take!

I think amnesiac!Wei Wuxian would just throw down on sight with anyone who was Behaving Badly, after he figured out who he was and what his goals were supposed to be. He does defeat the Wens and reunite with Lan Wangji and the rest of the squad, but he would no longer care about social norms at all, which means that the Jins had better watch out.

[foobagorch]

Comfort food

Imagine if you will, walking for hours on end in 101 degree weather (fahrenheight), beneath the blazing heat of the tropical sun, along a narrow concrete path. A long asphalt parking lot to your right and stall after stall of family-owned stores to your left. The sidewalk is bustling with beachgoers and island residents alike. A strange mix of bikinis, cargo shorts, and t-shirts of riotous colors meets your eyes as you continue walking. Finally, reaching the end of the long row of stalls you finally step out of the crowds for a moment walking beneath the canopy of a restaurant that is little more than A concrete box with a counter, kitchen, and a handful of scattered tables and chairs. The rich sent of fried food fills the air, and the sound of Puerto Rican rap blasting from an oversized speaker in the back of the store drowns out the squeaking of the decade-old ceiling fans that hang over head, as well as the restless murmuring of the crowds outside. the restaurant is framed by nothing more than two long concrete walls, a tiled floor, and a peeling, plastered ceiling. Both ends are open, allowing you to see straight through from one side to the other, the crowds and sidewalk behind you, and before you lies the restaurant, another parking lot, a gorgeous glowing beach, and finally, the brilliant view of the sea that stretches far from the shore to meet the horizon. After ordering (in spanish of course) you take a peek into the soot-stained kitchen, which is filthy enough to put any self-respecting FDA agent into immediate cardiac arrest. Soon after returning to your seat, a styrofoam tray of freshly made chicken empanadas and arroz con gandules is set before you, instantly making your mouth water. One bite ensures you of its authenticity. Government regulations be damned, this food was made with love. Every morsel of it is heaven, the meat is soft and tender, the bread of the empanada is crisp and rich. The arroz con gandules seems to melt in your mouth with every forkfull. Maybe its just the heat or maybe its just your hunger, but this is some of the best food you’ve ever had. After finishing your delightful (but horrendously unhealthy) meal, you thank the cashier, and make your way to the sea that awaits you, continuing with the rest of your day.

[luvuomi]

me @ that one hat guy i keep seeing sethos talk to on the streets of sumeru

[19871997]

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[daydreamerdrew]

Tales of Suspense (1959) #86

[averagelonelypotato]

the only reason we didn’t get takasugi showing up for the Patriot Reunion Party Arc was because the four of them would drink so much and end up fighting and annoyingly sing in the streets while drunk and barely being able to walk straight 

[airenyah]

sometimes i feel like i missed out on a lot of "italian-ness" bc we stopped going there on a regular basis when i was 9 and i hardly ever saw that side of the family but then i come across a video on youtube titled "southern italians arguing" and it's just a civil (but lively) discussion about a card game the men were in the middle of playing and i'm getting flashes of what it sounds like when my sicilian dad gets real angry and it reminds me of that one time last year when i was working as an intern at a theater (in austria) and one of my tasks was to feed the actors their lines during rehearsals and one time the lead actor came up to me saying "i'm sorry that i'm always so snappy and impatient when i ask for my lines" and i went "this is nothing?? no offense taken"

or this other time, i can't remember if it was at that theater as well or if it was a different context (still in austria) but one time someone got a little loud with me (bc they were irritable and it didn't have anything to do with me or anything that i'd done) and afterwards those who were witnessing the situation were telling me "you do know you don't have to let yourself be treated like that and that you can tell them off, right?" and i was just there like ".......wait i was getting yelled at just now????"

i'm so used to my sicilian dad (and my half-sicilian brother) getting loud at any random minor inconvenience that it for real didn't even register that this person was "yelling" at me for austrian standards, ESPECIALLY since i knew i hadn't done anything wrong and it was all them and their bad mood at the time. and while i did realize that this person wasn't having the best of times in that moment, the fact that they were getting loud at me just simply didn't register. my brain honest to god just went "ah yes this is a completely Normal volume for this level of bad mood, cool cool" and i just kept chilling while everyone around me went "the audacity?? how could they be so rude to you?? are you okay??"

[tenacquity]

Strong arms encircled Ryunosuke's waist from behind, squeezing gently as Kazuma drew his back flush against his frame. The simple gesture was all it took for his ever-flawless posture to relax. Soothed into complacency beyond what he'd allow anyone else to see by the other man's mere presence. "Hello, partner," he murmured, lips caressing Ryunosuke's cheek with every syllable. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." ((IT'S FINALLY TIME 👀👀👀😭❤️))

@howthesleeplesswander || here they go╰(▔∀▔)╯

Some would argue Ryunosuke Naruhodo had the tendency to be appallingly absentminded at times. And, indeed, those "some" would be correct.

It was through that impressive inattentiveness that he long lost track of just how much time had passed since calling upon Kazuma, politely informed by the young prosecutor himself that he'd be "a few moments" that quickly dragged out. In the meantime, Ryunosuke took to exploring the seemingly endless rows of caskets wine barrels along one wall of the office. Like any of them looked at all different from each other. Like he'd be able to see through the wood to the wine within that'd somehow make a difference in discerning what was so massively special about each—

But a pair of arms twined around his waist. Familiar or otherwise, without the warning—and lost in his own thoughts (or was it a lack thereof?)—Ryunosuke had no hope quelling a small squeak.

"Kazuma—!" he blurted in a rush of breath. "Gracious, would it be too much to ask you to make a bit of noise when you walk...?" He was smiling, however. As a pair of lips pranced along the height of his cheek, Ryunosuke turned his head into the touch, caught Kazuma out of his peripheral. "Were you long? Truthfully, I hadn't noticed."

Shifting in his partner's hold, he managed to angle himself enough to face him. His fingers fiddled with the front of Kazuma's coat and mindlessly traced the prominent buttons. "So you're all set to leave, then? If you've more work to do, I wouldn't want to drag you away from it."

He was lying. He absolutely would.

[movedtodykedvonte]

Sometimes I think, would it be better if Spamton died with someone he knew around. Or would he prefer to do it alone

I think Spamton dreads dying alone. If that was the case then I think he would’ve given up a long time ago. A lot of his dialogue alludes to having thoughts about wanting to end himself and projecting a lot of his self loathing on to others but I don’t think it is necessarily a desire to be dead or die alone (whether he thinks he deserves it or not) but rather more of wanting whatever torment he’s been going through to end. I mean he gets really excited at the idea of joining the fun gang, he was looking for a new beginning not a proper ending.

If Spamton could choose who he had to die around I feel like he wouldn’t want people he knew personally. There would be so much he didn’t get to say, so much the others wouldn’t have time to tell him. The Addisons and him could never have a proper reconciliation, him and Swatch could never clear up whatever went down and he can’t get any closure, never knowing if Mike was safe. Imagine trying to ease into the light when the shadows of your past are blocking it. If anything, I feel like it would create unnecessary stress for him as he would want so bad to feel like he was around people that made him feel safe in his final moments but that just isn’t true. Not to mention the others having to deal with the fact the last time they saw him it was when they abandoned him and the next being him dying of almost direct correlation to it.

However, with people Spamton doesn’t really know I feel like it’d be easier, almost peaceful for him in a way. They wouldn’t have any preconceived ideas or feelings, nothing to get off their chest to ring in his head as he goes out. It would be shallow comfort but he would find that favorable to the intimacy of someone closer that would be intertwined with turmoil. It’s the act of care from a stranger, someone oblivious to his crimes that would bring him ease in my mind, the idea that someone could and did care about him again even if they had no idea who he was in the moment. It was something he craved for years, part of a lot of his motivations and I feel like he’d be more at peace dying around someone who pities him than someone that has guilty or unfinished business with him.

TLDR; I feel like Spamton needs to not be alone physically in death but emotionally I think he would like to keep things distance. In his last moments he’d understand that he is not going to get that closure he needs and would rather face dead with dignity rather than panic at what is left unresolved.