#bucho

[filohazard]

[vforvalensa]

Happy Secsam!

This is my piece for @wronghanded based on the Sangfielle post-mortem question about the Blackwick Group's gas station snacks.

[dry-gold]

@thelostlarrikin is a coward for not posting this to tumblr

[nightguide]

INTERNET EXPLORER: songwriters Bethlehem

YOU A BITCH

ANYBODY UNDERSTANDS YOU

IF BAJI MINAJ STARTS OBSESSING OVER THE YA CATEGORY IN FICTION, THEN YOUS A FCKED UP CUZ U KNOW THE SPONTANEOUS CRAYOLA KID IN THE PESHAWARI BLOCK WILL START TELLING TALES ABOUT YOU

BUT DONT GET ME STARTED ON HER RAPPERS LINGO LIKE LINGUO

AN NOT THE BIRD

DONT BITCHER (BUTCHER) UR SENTENCES WHEN LOOKING AN NOT WITH UR PUSSY, JUST DONT WRITE A PUSSY DAISIES FAN NOVELLA U THIK UR MOMMA WILL LIKE TO 'I CANNOT TALK TO HER 'CUZ OF MY tHEORIES', UR MOMMA KNOWS UR GAE AN THAT IS IT. U CAN SET FIRE TO YOUR LEONARD COHEN SHRINE AT THE BACK LATER CUZ U ENDED HINDUISM

TALK FRANK. MAKE THE ARTISTS U WRITING FOR UR VAGINA, THEY AINT THE BOSS OF U

FCK THAT, CAUSE THEM NAZAR IF THEY CHOOSE TO KR UP UR ASS WITH 'MODEL CITIZENSHIP IN A ROMAN EMPIRE' *_______*

NOW U WRITE IF UR STRESSD. THE PAKI PRIVILEDGE IS ON UR A'NAA NOW (JAPANESE GOES RETROGRADE IN UR SHAHADA NOW, LIKE BROTHA. MOOSLIM OR NOT, U AINT ALLOWED TO LGBTQIA+ A PAKISTANI RUPEE UR PERSUADING CURRENCY EXCHANGE RATES AT THE AIRPORTS TO 'SEND HER BYE BYE IN THE SKY' BACK TO HER MAMA IN LA

[ernestinapickman]

One of my favorite OT3 dynamics is when one person is dating two other people, and those two people are not only not dating but just do not fucking like each other even a little. Not in a jealousy way, they just have catastrophically clashing personalities that lead to insane petty beef that the person in the middle either has to tolerate or enjoys because it amuses them.

[nrgnews-it]

La Realtà È un Codice? Dallo Spazio/Tempo al Qbit.

[solucoesindustriaismarketplace]

Máquina de lavar bucho

Imagine reduzir o tempo e o esforço dedicados à higienização enquanto aumenta a produtividade e a qualidade dos alimentos processados. A máquina de lavar bucho da empresa Proalimentos é a solução ideal para otimizar a higienização de vísceras e garantir eficiência no processamento alimentício. Projetada para atender aos mais altos padrões de qualidade, ela combina tecnologia avançada com praticidade no uso.

Cote a máquina de lavar bucho agora mesmo!

[telomirage]

bottle beer for big bucho IS a fun phrase, they're right

[filohazard]

A Shape Knight, I Thought. Now, here was a man.

'Two-Step' Bucho. A Fair Friend, a Strong Ally. A Mean Presence on a Dancefloor the Like the Heartland Rarely Saw.

[swordbreakerz]

I wish I had a scenario to beam into people's heads for the augur providence and audy but mostly what's happening in my brain is 'socially ominous robot4robot' because I think it would be very very funny

friendstable fans calling all friendstable fans. let’s play a game called make up a cross-season crack ship. go

[grandmagbignaturals]

i started today's 15 days of fatt fic wayyy too late, it's 11:48 and i need to go to sleep BUT i can't just smash this out because I need to do transcript reading....

I'm gonna come back to this. my entries will simply be late for me, but hopefully on time for america? or maybe just late all around, whatever its for fun it doesn't matter

[hatsumishinogu]

Bucho to shachiku no koi ha modokashii Vol.9

[songsofadelaide]

All of your colleagues in the office knew of Satoru's long-standing crush on you. Who would have known that behind his sharp wit and debonair aura, he was actually an absolute sap of a man?

They didn't know he looked up to you so much because you bailed him out of an error-riddled document he made when he was just starting the job. It was only normal for you to do so since he was your junior, and you didn't want to get chewed out by your Department Chief.

But after that night of overtime, you were his saviour, and the last thing he wanted to do was saddle you with any more grunt work, so he worked doubly hard to submit perfect reports to you.

Even you had to admit that Satoru was a good-looking kid. He was always dressed impeccably well and smelled amazing, too. He's two years your junior but an incredibly quick learner— so much so that the Department Chief started taking notice of him, too. You wouldn't be surprised if he got promoted to team leader soon.

And though you've seen how dependable he is when it comes to work, he still can't help but act a little spoiled and babyish around you. He'd ask you to fix his tie for him, or maybe straighten out his collar. It's always your opinion he seeks out first whenever there are team discussions, as though he was showing off and asking you to back up his ideas. He had a good head on his shoulders, but he tends to forget whenever you're around.

Satoru's crush on you has been a long-time open secret at the office. You've been asked how you felt about the whole thing and you didn't really have much of a thought about it. Though it made you wonder... If he liked you that much, why hasn't he ever made a move on you for real? Then again, how would you react if that were to happen?

And that made you think. A lot.

And drink.

A lot.

After closing yet another deal at work, your Department Chief called for a night of celebration— their treat, too, and somehow your glass of beer became a bottomless well that was only pulled away from you by none other than Satoru, who saw you had way too much to drink that night because—

You didn't want to think.

But, oh, how could you not? Your adorable junior held you to his chest as he gently wrestled the half-empty beer glass out of your hands— wait, adorable? Satoru was six feet of coolness, for the lack of a better word. Surely you aren't talking about that Satoru—

"Senpai, you're drunk."

His voice echoed in your ear, but you couldn't hear anything from the sound of his heartbeat against your cheek. He sounded far too calm for someone whose heart was in hysterics. The sound soothed you so much that you were already half-asleep in his arms while the rest of your team noisily and happily drank their fill in the brightly lit izakaya.

You were awoken by the sound of your Department Chief's farewell spiel for the week. It was a Friday night and tomorrow was a day-off so everyone had the luxury of nursing their hangovers for as long as they could the morning after. You could only faintly hear their words of thanks, followed by "it's about time we wrapped up" and "we'll leave the team leader to you, Gojo-kun".

"Mmnngh..."

You felt Satoru's chest tremble, closely followed by a soft chuckle. "Senpai, stop grumbling. Bucho-san said thanks for your efforts. We're going home now."

How you got home was a mystery, because you remember walking half-asleep in your junior's arms and falling into an even deeper sleep on the cab ride home. He nearly carried you to your bed, but not without laying you down with the gentleness of a mother setting her child to sleep. Somehow your bed smelled just like him...

He was about to turn away from you when you pulled him by his necktie. Surely you can reward him a bit... "Gojo-kun, you like me, don't you?"

Oh, who am I kidding? At this point, you already overthought and confirmed that you liked him back. "I like you, too, so..."

"...Senpai? You're drunk, s-so don't—" He was back to his babyish way again, but he was obviously just taken aback by your sudden boldness. You pulled him down until you were caged in his arms, his rigid torso looming over you, his kind yet confused blue eyes drinking in your features like he hadn't had enough earlier that night.

"I'll sleep with you, but only if you consider this a dream."

"You mean to say...?"

Satoru sounded like he was considering things.

"Forget about everything when you wake up."

Imagine your embarrassment the following morning when you discovered you weren't at your place but at Satoru's apartment instead. You were confident he'd leave quietly after last night but that wasn't the case since it was you who stayed over. Forget about everything when you wake up. Tough luck. And stupid of me to even—

You were still fully clothed. And Satoru was nowhere to be found on his bed.

"Are you awake, senpai? I laid out a change of clothes for you and made breakfast for us, so come out when you're ready!"

For all your big talk last night, you were incredibly ashamed by the whole ordeal. It was embarrassing enough that he had to witness such an uncool side of you, but even more so now that you were imposing on the young man's kindness. Still, you decided to change into a fresh shirt that smelled just like him and face the music.

There he was, setting his dinner table with an elated smile that grew even wider when he saw you in his shirt. "Good morning, senpai! I hope you don't mind sandwiches for breakfast. I don't usually eat rice in the morning..."

He sat you down across from him and laid a plate of what looked like a club sandwich, the bread lightly toasted and the greens still moist from washing.

"Gojo-kun—"

"Before anything else, there's something I have to tell you... About last night, senpai... You said you liked me too. And all night I felt terrible because I never even got around to confessing to you and you beat me to it," Satoru stated, but not before concluding with a small sigh of defeat. "Then again, you were drunk last night, so I wouldn't be surprised if it was just your alcohol-fueled—"

"Don't say that, Gojo-kun! I-I meant what I said, s-so please don't just dismiss them as drunk ramblings," you said in surprise, raising your hands in defence as you reasoned with him. He reached out for your hands from across the table, and you could have sworn you felt him slightly trembling. In... In nervousness? If that were the case, he really does a good job of not showing it at all.

"I like you, senpai," he said with his normal, straightforward coolness that seemed to have everyone at work hooked onto him. Though his gaze seemed to soften as he looked away from you sheepishly, his babyish side rearing its head this time. "And if... if that offer of yours from last night still stands... At least don't tell me to forget about it."

I suppose I like both of them. Both his cool and his cute side, you thought to yourself. You won't be forgetting that Saturday morning anytime soon. And neither would he.

[spider-miller]

.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbenjamin já estava atrasado e um tanto duvidoso sobre a escolha do seu look: um terno branco com uma camisa social de xadrez preto por baixo, mas o destaque ficava na maquiagem: pequenos triângulos azul e laranja desenhados em seu olho esquerdo, uma mini homenagem ao tema circense. ele queria encontrar o equilíbrio perfeito — nada ‘too much’ demais, mas também nada que o colocasse na mira de memes online por ser ‘básico demais’. a única razão para não desistir de ir era o contrato com a sua marca, que praticamente o obrigava a aparecer.

chegando ao maior evento da vogue, ele fez as poses necessárias para os fotógrafos, mantendo o sorriso profissional no rosto. assim que se viu livre, foi direto para a exposição do chef. não havia tido tempo de comer no caminho, e o buffet chamava atenção com pratos excêntricos que combinavam perfeitamente com a temática do evento. aproximou-se, avaliando as opções. —— já provou algum deles? queria comer algo que realmente enchesse o bucho. perguntou para a pessoa mais próxima, com um tom descontraído, mas claramente faminto.

[sosomiaaaa]

Tô parecendo uma cadela prenha de tão grande q tá o meu bucho, que deus tenha piedade da minha alma