#buffet bois

[clasesdeperiodismo]

An image of a medium-sized, enclosed dining room with gray walls

[phoenixtakaramono]

This is cinematic art. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

THE BOYS 04x04

[kiisaes]

big day for annoying people (me)

[landwriter]

dead boy detectives was clearly grown in a lab to incite fanfic and i, for one, am not going to resist any longer

[panisestgladio]

DO NOT CONSUME IT GUYS

[iristial]

The childlike penmanship and utter abundance of hiragana and katakana that has its own implications aside, I was going to talk about how sweet and sad it was that the only kanji Shouma knows is "mother" (母). But then someone told me he also knows the kanji for "help [me]" (助)...that certainly adds to the context of Shouma's memories of his mother mainly being shrouded in fear

[mr-laveau]

POV: Your hot demon boyfriend was taking too long to text you back so you also texted your other hot demon boyfriends to start shit

[greggdropsoup]

“We sail through endless skies

Stars shine like eyes

The black night sighs”

[eightkaramis]

Here comes the boooooy

And the timelapse, of course

[chubunited]

Poor hungry fella…

[bustybounty]

A wife concerned her husband isn't eating enough feeds him the entire planet.

He's been working so hard he even skipped a lunch the last Friday at work-- he must be starving all the time, oh, what will she do? She worries her thick, 220lbs man is going to keep eating less and less...he only put on 5 pounds last week! She decides that desperate times call for very desperate measures.

She straps him to his desk chair and starts feeding him massive orders from every local restaurant, fast food place, even ordering bags of chips and other meals from supermarket take-aways, from how desperate she was!

As he ate, his desk and all his work got knocked over by his swelling, gurgling, hungry, glutton of a belly that beckoned for more while he tried (and failed) to complain about the table breaking due to all the food being shoved down his mouth.

He couldn't deny he loved it when his wife fed him and rubbed his belly, especially to a degree where he went beyond full, but she didn't understand why she was going so far this time around!...Well, somehow, he got so full, so stuffed, that his belly did a full circle (pun intended) and sounded like it was starving again!

Hearing this, the detemined wife was resolute in feeding him anything at hand, even things that shouldn't be edible were beginning to be sucked down by his voracious maw that would stop at nothing to satisfy both his and his wife's urges. He had long since broken out of the chair, with his massive fattened up booty, legs that outsized the thickest tree trunks, and even blobby arms, but he didn't try to move or waddle out of the way, instead he only allowed the feeding to be easier, using hoses or whatever means necessary to make him bigger.

Making sure he had a drinking source, she got a hose directly connected to a river to give him a plentiful source of water... though soon enough, the river and the ocean it ultimately ran towards were running out, as he was drinking everything, eating everything, to the point where the barren planet itself would become just a crunchy meal for this galactic glutton.

His wife, still stubborn as ever, assumed that he still had room for dessert, and once he opened his mouth to sound out a large burp that wobbled and rumbled his enormously fat body around its cosmic surroundings, he had the Moon for a lovely dessert, that'd bwomph him up several more sizes, his belly dominating his figure, followed by impressively, outrageously blubbery, round, perky moobs, and an ass that'd make a fertility goddess blush.

"I hope I fed you enough honey..." She laid down on his cheek rolls and planted kisses all over him, her love for him being as big as he now was. <3

[satancopilotsmytardis]

*chewing bubblegum and twirling my hair*

What kind of depraved things do you think Incubus!Shigaraki would do to Dabi if he was given 24-hours of Free Use? Asking for no reason in particular 💕

[jackalmeat]

Mostly just throwing spaghetti at my own mental wall and seeing what sticks, but I have Unorganized And Poorly Articulated Thoughts about the fact that Ekko and Jinx are around the same age, lost their guardians and peer groups at the same time and in a deeply traumatic way, etc.; and yet I feel like Ekko's status as a victim of their broken, oppressive, and exploitative social landscape doesn't receive remotely the same acknowledgment or weight as Jinx's.

While I'm sure that that's due in large part to the fact that Ekko has been successful at building a sense of healthy, mutualistic belonging + community with others in a way that Jinx clearly hasn't, it's nonetheless worth noting that [A] he had to build that and learn how to take care of both himself and others when he was still a child, and the maturity he exhibits is a direct and tragic result of his boyhood being cut violently short; and [B] failing to acknowledge him meaningfully as a victim and a kid, just because he seems to have 'turned out okay' or some-such, reads very distinctly to me like an extension of the documented tendency in our own world for people to "adultify" young black boys due to perceiving them as older, less innocent, and more threatening/less in need of protection than their white peers.

[poebrey]

gonna write a whole thing someday about how characters of color who clearly have a history of trauma or mental health issues aren’t given consideration or acknowledgement in the fandom imagination

[shannonofthezteam]

7.4.24 Happy 4th of July!

Happy Fourth of July! We are celebrating by visiting lots of Turku's famous sights today.

Turku Cathedral

Turku Castle

Baltic Sea

Whoops! We didn't realize there's an upcoming heavy metal festival this weekend. So, our access to the Baltic Sea was limited. We couldn't swim in the sea this time, but at least we were able to see it.

Walking around town

[hatchetsfield-arch]

📁 x 3 ( for linda )

send me a 📁 for a small random headcanon about my muse

when  linda  was  a  child,  her  sleep  was  often  plagued  by  nightmares.  her  mother,  back  when  she  was  still  alive,  would  always  come  in  to  console  her.  linda  would  sob  into  her  mothers  elegant silk  nightgown  about  nibbly’s  and  drowsy  town’s  and  piggies  and  cinnabon’s.  linda’s  mother  considered  these  ramblings  to  be  nothing  more  than  the  product  of  a  scared  child’s  sleep-deprived  state.  whenever  her  mother  would  try  to  hush  her  cries  by  assuring  her  it  was  only  a  bad  dream,  linda  would  insist:  “no,  it’s  not  a  dream!  it’s  real!  it’s  real!”  .  .  .  .  linda  ‘outgrew  her  nightmares’  by  the  time  she  was  eight,  and  does  not  remember  them  happening  nor  anything  having to  do  with  them.

to  linda,  worship  and  love  go  hand  in  hand,  mutually  exclusive.  they  are  a  yin  and  yang  of  sorts,  one  being  unable  to  exist  without  the  other,  both  having  to  be  earned.  this  view  was  deeply  embedded  into  her  psyche  by  her  father,  who  made  it  clear  growing up with  biting  words  and  the  refusal  of  hugs  that  this  was  his  perspective,  and  never  allowed  linda  to  doubt  its  validity  or  believe  otherwise.  (  this  view  bleeds  into  her  own  parenting  style,  as  her  favorite  child  is  usually  mutually  exclusive  with  the  one  who  most  adores  her  )  

linda was  young  when  she  lost  her  mother, around  age  ten.  she  was  very  close  with  her  mother,  and  it  was  as  though  a  piece  of  herself  had  been  forcefully  and  permanently  ripped  from  her  when  she  died.  the  death  was  deemed  a  tragic  accident,  with  her  car  being  pulled  from  out  a  lake  near  the  witchwood  forest.  linda  always  felt  that  there  was  more  to  it,  that  the  death  was  no  mere  accident,  but  her  concerns  were  shot  down  by  her  father  each  and  every  time  she  tried  voicing  them  to  him.  ever  since  she  was  a  child,  she’s  snuck  out  to  go  sit  in  front  of  her  mothers  grave ( even now, married to gerald with their four boys, linda still sneaks away at night to go visit her grave, and neither gerald or their boys are any the wiser to these visits )  —  a  gravestone  etched  with  little  bees  and  honeycombs  with  the  epitaph:  hallowed  wife,  loving  mother,  and  beloved  honey  queen.