#because i love these gays ok (blame it on Zero no Tea Time ok)

[cyellolemon]

REI AND KAZAMI (detective conan) im crazy for them

First time drawing Kazami tho,, not the last

Also mini bonus trans Amuro because i can

[lovemesomesurveys]

How long has loneliness been your friend? “My loneliness is killing me...”

Sorry, had to. Anyway, loneliness and I go way back. I’d go through bouts of feeling lonely and also in the sense that I’m alone with my own mind and thoughts and no one really understands what I’m feeling and dealing with. Like, people can relate to some things and sympathize/empathize, but no one really knows exactly what someone is feeling and going through, ya know? That can feel lonely. I’m also someone who likes their alone time, though. I need it. Like I said, feelings of loneliness kinda comes and goes, but lately I’ve been feeling intensely lonely for some reason. 

When was the last time you remember not being lonely? >> I mean, I don’t feel lonely right now. It’s not a constant feeling, it comes and goes as it pleases. <<< That’s what I was trying to say. 

How many guys have attempted to rape you? Zero, but jeez you could have left this question out. 

When was the last time a cop committed a crime against you? That hasn’t happened.

Who was the last person you missed? There’s a few people I’ll always miss, like a few loved ones who have passed away and former friends.

Who is the last person you heard about who died in a car accident? There was a really sad story I heard recently about a mom and her baby that were killed in a car accident.

Have you ever lost a best friend in a car accident? No. 

Have you ever had a woman try to seduce you sexually? I had a friend who sometimes got flirty when drunk and she was saying sexual things to me. It was very awkward and uncomfortable.  

Do you ever pretend to not be so alone, or are you honest about it? I don’t pretend not to be, it’s just something I don’t talk about with anyone. Apart from in surveys, of course.

Are you wearing leggings right now? Yep. I’m always wearing leggings. 

Do you wish you had a new pair of fuzzy pajamas? >> Nah. I mean, I love fuzzy pajamas, but I can’t wear them. I get too hot. :( <<< Saaaame.

When was the last time you went to church? December 31, 2015.

Do you wish there were a good church in your town? There are. Do you wish you lived in a Christian bubble? I’m a Christian. What’s living in a Christian bubble?

What is your favorite Avril Lavigne song? “My Happy Ending” and “I’m With You.”

Who are five of your favorite down-to-earth singers? I don’t know who would be considered a down to earth singer or not.

Is your hair messed up? It’s in a messy pony tail.

Do you wish you could let your anger show, and not hold it in? My irritability, frustration, and moodiness rears its ugly head all the time. It takes control over me. 

Why do you hold in your anger? Like I said, I rarely do. I don’t have much control over it.  Name someone who sexually harassed or abused you. Have you ever told anyone about this? If not, do you want to? Do you fear that no one would believe you? I haven’t experienced that.

What’s one thing you hate about being a woman? It used to be having a menstrual cycle, but I don’t have them anymore.

Do you wish you could be yourself without restraint? I am who I am. It’s not who I want to be, though. I don’t like who I am.

Name one good person you know. My family are good people.

Who would you like to talk to ? No one right now.

Was your last crush a good person, or a heartbreaker? He’s an amazing person. 

Have you ever had a crush like you back and be with you? Shockingly, yes.

Have you ever told someone you had a crush on them? Yes. Well, the 5 people I told were more than just a crush at that point.

Has anyone ever tried to force you to pretend you were suicidal, so they could get money? Wtf?? A question like this was in a previous survey I did recently, too. I’ve never heard of this. Not sure why that’s a question survey makers have come up with. Also, why would someone get money if I pretended to be suicidal? Anyway, I most definitely would not do that.

Who do you wish you could trust? Name one person. I can trust my family.

Has anyone ever accused you of being gay, then tried to seduce you? No.

Would you be more open about your faith if it weren’t for persecution? I don’t hide it.

Do you dream about being loved? I mean, I’d love to experience romantic love someday. 

Who do you love? Name one person . I love my family. That’s more than one person, but *shrug*

Do you wish your parents loved you? They do.

Would you be ok if your parents loved you? My parents do love me. My issues don’t have anything to do with that. Why does everyone hate you? I’ve hurt some people and I’m sure they feel very strongly about me in a negative way. I don’t blame them if they hate me. I know my family doesn’t hate me and that they ove me, but I feel like a total failure and disappointment to them. Not because of anything they’ve said or done, but because of who I am and what I have and haven’t done. I for one definitely hate myself. 

Do you stand up to bullies, or give in to them? I haven’t dealt with any bullies. Well, apart from myself to myself. I’m my own bully.

Do you think it’s ok to last out at someone when you’re angry? No, but unfortunately that’s what often happens. Especially to the ones we love. :(

Why are you so nice? I don’t think I am all that nice. :/ Not anymore. 

Do you realize that most people taking this survey are probably living in a bubble? Why do you say that?

Do you know anyone who’s not selfish?

Yes. My mom is one of the most selfless people I know.

Do you know any true Christian women? Women who aren’t selfish or rude? Yes.

When was the last time you had a hug? Can you remember how many years it’s been? It was just a couple days ago.

When was the lsat time you switched doctors? and do you like your new one? A couple years ago when I had to go to a new pain doctor. Yeah, the new one is fine.

Have you ever overdosed? No.

Do you wish all the people who have tried to kill you would get caught? I don’t think anyone has tried to kill me...

Who was the last couple that you’d expect to get divorced (that did)? Uhh.

Who was the last person that you’d expect to turn on you (that did)? No one has in a long time. I’m the one who pretty much turned on everyone these past few years. :/

Name a church that just wants your money. I don’t know.

What’s the last church you left because of the way you were treated? I haven’t had that issue. I’ve never been a regular church goer.

How bad do you want a mother? I am very fortunate to have my mother. She’s my best friend and my rock. I couldn’t keep going if it weren’t for her.

Do you pretend that you don’t want a mother? Never.

Do you wish you could afford make-up that wouldn’t get ruined when you cry? I don’t care about that. I never wear makeup anymore anyway.

What was the last church you loved that closed down? I haven’t experienced that.

Who was the last friend that betrayed you? I’m the friend who betrayed my friends these past few years. Keep rubbing that in, please.

Name 6 people who have tried to kill you. Wtf. Is that something you’ve experienced or something??

Do you think calling gossip “tea” is stupid? lol I call it that.

Who told you that reaching out to friends for support when you’re grieving a loss is a sin? and is this person a leader at a church? What?? I’ve never heard that.

Do Avril Lavigne songs speak to you? I haven’t listened to her music in several years, including the ones I listed previously, but those and “Complicated” definitely did at one point. Although, “So much for my happy ending...” feels fitting. 

Were you bullied at youth group? I was never in youth group.

Which church has the biggest bullies? I have no idea.

Who lied to the police about you because they were mad at you? No one has done that to me.

Do you trust any of your firends on facebook? My family members on there.

Are you a healer? No.

Do you have supernatural gifts? No.

Does anyone appreciate you? I don’t feel I deserve to be appreciated for anything.

What would you like to tell someone? Merry Christmas and a happy new year to ya’ll.

Do you look your age? I’ve been told I look a lot younger.

Are you sleepy? Always.

Do you hallucinate? No.

Have you ever seen a spirit? No.

Can you see spirits? I’ve never seen any.

What do you want for Christmas? A hippopotamus, haaa.

What’s something the Lord healed you of? One of the things I’m dealing with has healed, and another thing is making progress. There had been no signs of healing for a very long time (years) and I know I haven’t done anything to attribute to it. 

Do you wish you didn’t have to keep your faith a secret? and that you weren’t persecuted? Didn’t you ask that this? I don’t keep it a secret.

Do you wish you were loved? My family loves me.

Do you pretend you don’t want to be loved? No.

Can remember how many years it’s been since someone loved you? My family loves and has always loved me.

[missjanedoeeyes-blog]

ok NO. You can't just GO AROUND listing out all your favourite chub characters and NOT EXPECT us to have FOLLOW UPS. I HAVE TO KNOW. Favourite HP character chubcanons??? (PS have you ever seen outlander? I've watched four episodes and let me tell you there is much potential for kinkery in 18th century Scotland. I know I've said this before in an ask but KILTS dude. They're my kryponite)

Oh, buddy. Pal. Friend. You are probably gonna regret this ask, because my HP headcanons are fucking deep and real, and I’m about to spill them all over my dash. So. Buckle the fuck up.

Harry: okay, so we know that Harry didn’t get enough as a kid. Not enough food, not enough love, not enough goddamn fucking sunlight. So, like, first of all, let’s just go ahead and confirm that there is no fucking way Harry Potter doesn’t grow up to have Issues. And, given the whole underfed orphan thing? I think it’s perfectly reasonable that those Issues might in some way manifest themselves in a food-related way. (And also a kinky way. Because if you’re not sublimating your deep-seated emotional issues in your sex life then…idk. Sounds fake.)

ANYWAY. Harry can’t really begin to wrap his head around it, even. He just knows that the only time his orgasms feel like anything more than a perfunctory bodily response to stimuli is when he jerks off after stuffing himself till he can hardly fucking move. And Christ, he knows it’s so fucked up, and he hates that this is just one more way he’s different, one more way that he’s not like everyone else. But most of all he hates the way he feels when he doesn’t do it, when he goes to sleep without a full belly, without the kind of orgasm that leaves him wrung out and breathless. When he goes to sleep and can barely tell his own adult bedroom from the cupboard under the stairs.

So he eats.

And of course everyone Concern Faces him about it, worried about his weight gain, is he okay, is he depressed, does he want to join a Muggle gym, blah blah. In fact, the only person who ISN’T worried is Draco Malfoy, whom Harry runs into in the Ministry pretty regularly, and who lives to give Harry shit. (He’s also been in love with Harry for years, but he’s keeping that under his pointy wizard hat, thanks ever so.) So the first time Draco mentions Harry’s weight, it’s almost a relief when there’s no sweet and loving worry on his face, just the same old shit-eating Malfoy smirk. “Merlin, Potter, Auror robes getting a little a tight, there. Aren’t you lot supposed to be fit? Dueling shape and all that? Lay off the treacle tart, maybe.”

And Harry, who has been unnaturally interested in Draco Malfoy since before he even knew he was gay, doesn’t know what to say, but all he can THINK is that it’s nice that Malfoy doesn’t treat him like he’s made of glass — and that it’s nice that he apparently knows that Harry’s favorite dessert is treacle tart.

And if, maybe, Draco starts making more frequent appearances in Harry’s increasingly weird stuffing-slash-jerk-off sessions? Well, that’s no one’s business but Harry’s.

So maybe finally one day it all comes to a head, when Harry and Draco are both in the basement of the Ministry, looking through backdated files or some shit, and Draco makes yet another crack about Harry’s weight, something awful like The Boy Who Lived to Eat, probably, and Harry finally just blurts out, “it feels good, so why the fuck not?” Because there’s something about Malfoy that makes it okay to just blurt out the truth—there’s nothing Harry can say that will make Malfoy think worse of him, and in a way that feels weirdly safe.

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Harry swears Draco looks like a Thestral scenting blood, the way his stupid pointy nose comes up and he stares right at Harry. “It feels good?” He drops his eyes down to Harry’s gut, then back up to his face, which is unbelievably pink by now, and all of a sudden he just knows, right? The way Harry’s practically squirming, the way he’s blushing so deeply over what should be just routine piss-taking….and just like that, Draco knows it’s about sex. It has to be.

And then, all Draco can think about is that there’s some kinky thing going on with Potter and his big round belly, and suddenly it’s…shit. It’s inexplicably hot. Not because Draco had a thing for big bellies before this, but because it’s so painfully obvious that something about this is hot to Harry. And all he wants is to be able to give Harry whatever he wants. Force him to admit whatever desire there is, whatever filthy secret makes his soft cheeks flame up red and ashamed. God, Draco wants to drag every dirty confession out of Potter’s gorgeous mouth and just roll around in all of it.

So he makes it his mission. He runs into Harry in the cafeteria and comments on his tray. He jostles past him in the hall and brushes a hand over his lovehandle (and jerks off over the contact for days). He times his trip to the tea cart to coincide with Harry’s just so that he can stare obviously at Harry’s plate of biscuits until Harry’s face is flaming and then casually say hello.

Now if he could just figure out how to A) get Potter alone, B) get him to confess exactly what’s getting him off about getting so goddamned fat, and C) let him know that Draco doesn’t give a single bloody fuck that Potter’s Quidditch body is gone, and that in fact Draco thinks he looks fine, and that maybe he’d like to shove Potter up against a wall and grind against his stupid fat gut until he comes like a fucking schoolboy.

And that, my friend, is my chubby Harry headcanon.

*

My chubby Draco headcanon, on the other hand, is that he’s a spoilt little Pureblood shit, and he’s used to having everything he wants, including copious amounts of sweets. And after the war, now that there’s not a noseless megalomaniac living in his ancestral home, and his father isn’t either out being evil or trapped inside Malfoy Manor with said noseless megalomaniac, being all wandless and pathetic? When Draco finally gets a chance to relax? He indulges a little.

And it probably wouldn’t have even mattered, except he’s not playing Quidditch anymore, either, and it IS a little rough, that first year or so after the war, when the Malfoy name alone is enough to get him hexed on sight if he walks into Diagon Alley. IF he were to eat his feelings, there’d be a lot of feelings. You know, if he had feelings. Which he likes to pretend he does not. But really, who could blame him if he spent a lot of that first year post-war studying for his NEWTS in the privacy of his bedroom suite, eating his way through rich meals and box after box of exquisite chocolates owled in from Bruges, drinking a few extra glasses of that priceless Goblin-made dessert wine he likes….

The first time Harry sees him again after the war, more than a year has passed, and Draco’s pointy little ferret face has filled out so sweetly, with his rounded cheeks and his blurry jawline, that Harry stops dead in his tracks. His robes look so tight that the buttons might actually burst, and Harry cannot stop staring.

Draco looks murderous, like he’s waiting for Harry to say something awful, and Harry has the most irresistible urge to pinch his cheeks. He doesn’t, of course, but he does send an owl to Malfoy Manor the next day. It’s batshit lunacy, Harry knows, but he wants to see Malfoy—the newer, rounder Malfoy—again. And maybe shove some chocolates in his stupid spoiled face. If he’s into that sort of thing.

*

And Hermione: oh, sweet lovely brilliant Hermione, who gives zero fucks about what witches are supposed to do or act like or care about, and who is mercilessly scaling the rungs of power in the Ministry, which doesn’t really leave her a lot of time for things as mundane as cooking something healthy for herself when she gets back to her flat every night. So she gets takeout. And candy bars. And easy, cheap Muggle food that she snacks on like it’s an act of rebellion inside the hallowed halls of the Ministry of Magic, where blood status still seems to matter, even just to the extent that most of the higher ups are pureblood, or nearly so. Hell, even Shacklebolt himself is “Sacred Twenty-Eight” (a term that enraged Hermione to the very bottom of her social-justice-seeking-soul).

And that’s how she sort of obliviously puts on a solid sixty pounds, until she’s dangerously curvy and has a tummy like a warm pillow. It’s the only soft thing about her.

(Does she end up falling head over heels in love with Pansy Parkinson, who can’t really decide if she’s more smitten with Hermione’s ridiculously thick thighs or her meteoric rise to power? And does Pansy support Hermione’s career with a particularly Slytherin sort of relish, whispering political schemes a into Hermione’s ear and joyfully watching as her brilliant Muggleborn wife storm the highest echelons of the Ministry? Yes. She. Does.)