#but do you really think this way? do you treat fat people decently? do you actually care?

[humblemediagenius]

do you SAY you care about fat people and stuff but do you ACTUALLY care? do you give them a look when they say they cant find a shirt in their size? do you kind of roll your eyes when they mention trying to eat healthier or eat less? do you look uncomfortable when a fat person talks about being fat?!

yeah, sure, you say you wanna get with fat people but do you care. Do you really actually fucking care.

[joels-shitty-puns]

Could I make a request please?

Either a Joel or Pedro x Reader, where he is head over heels for the reader who is really bubbly and sweet and happy and a mom friend for everyone but who is oblivious to any romantic overtures whatsoever? And where Joel or Pedro catch them crying for the first time ever and they try and hide it and go back to cooking for the friend group or whatever and Joel/Pedro get the reader to open up about what made them cry and essentially it's that someone turned them down on a dating app and it's just further confirmation that the reader will never find love or actually be a mom? Plus-sized reader preferred but definitely not required? And your choice on if it's smutty or not.

I've been reading your plus sized reader x Pedro series and loving it!!! So much emotion and genuine positivity that I couldn't help but ask for more when I felt a bit down about this today.

All my best!

Dear @jenniferpendragon,

Hi!!! I've never had a request before, I didn't know what to do with myself. Thank you. And thank you so much for your kind words about my musician fic! I'm so glad people like it.

I'm sorry you were feeling down today. If by "this" you mean you experienced the dating app situation, I'm so sorry. Love is out there for you. I know how hard it is to wait, feeling like nobody wants you, but I know it'll happen. Hang in there. ❤️

I hope you like this fic! I liked your prompt and my mind ran wild. It's way longer than I thought it would be and also I'm unsure about it, but hopefully it makes you feel a little better.

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Cookies 'n Scream

Pairing: No-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Plus-sized!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! MDNI. Poor body image, fat shaming, food guilt, food mentions, unprotected P in V, oral, kissing, fingering, pregnancy mention, baby making sex (?), I think that's all of it but if I missed something let me know.

Other stuff: Reader is AFAB. In case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

This is the first smut I've ever written and published, yikes. Hope it's decent.

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"Look what I bought today," you chimed in a sing-song voice while waving the DVD in front of Joel. 

"No way. Zombie Slayer 6?!" Joel and Tommy yelled in unison.

"Yep! You know it!" you beamed. "I say tonight we pop this bad boy in. Tomorrow's Halloween, it's perfect."

"YES!" chimed in Sarah and Ellie, Joel's daughter and adopted daughter, roughly the same ages in their early teens.

"Absolutely not! You two are too young for this gore, you'll be up for weeks." Maria pointedly gave an eyebrow to her husband Tommy. "You guys watch the movie, I'll take the kids and we have a girl's night. We can watch Practical Magic and make cookies. Then tomorrow we'll all go trick-or-treating." The girls were pleased with this compromise and began running up to their bedrooms, chatting frantically about their costumes and which houses were allegedly going to have full-size candy bars this year.

"Really? Zombie movies? They're just kids. They aren't old enough to deal with that kind of thing," Maria said to you, judging your lack of parenting skills.

"Sorry…" you said sheepishly.

Truthfully, Halloween was your favorite holiday and always has been. You loved the spooky aspect of it, but you also loved that you could be anyone you wanted, if only for a night. For once you weren't just "the fat girl" or whatever other mean things people thought about you. You could be Wonder-Woman, or Ariel, the Grim Reaper, or a ghost. You could even eat all the sugary snacks you wanted and nobody questioned it, because Halloween was a time to indulge in candy.

If there's one thing you're sad you didn't get to enjoy on Halloween, it was the thought of being with someone you love. You'd always wanted someone to dress up in a couples costume together. Or go to a pumpkin patch for a cute little date and pick pumpkins together. You'd even dreamed about someday having a little pumpkin of your own. Picking out a little baby costume, taking them out door to door while they tried to say "trick or treat" but didn't quite know how to say such big words yet. The thought of them getting spooked by a scary decoration and running back to their daddy's arms. Your handsome brave husband, holding them close and shushing them, rubbing their little back to make it all okay. Finally the three of you would go home, tuck the little one in, sort through the candy and maybe take some for the parent tax. Then you'd flop down on the bed together before sharing a different kind of treat.

Knocking you out of your daydream, the girls ran down the stairs, backpacks on their backs, still loudly chatting about Halloween. You sighed, Maria taking the kids out towards her house.

Tommy clapped his hands together excitedly and grabbed his phone and keys. "I'm picking us up a pizza. You two better not start this damn movie without me," he warned, gesturing with his fingers from his eyes to yours and then across to his brother's before ducking out the door. You laughed and headed towards the kitchen, starting to make a quick batch of cookies before Tommy returned. Joel stood awkwardly trying to help, but mainly was just sneaking bites of dough. "Knock it off Joel! There won't be any cookies left with you around." You elbowed him while he popped another glob into his mouth with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes while he argued with you. "Whatever. My brother doesn't need these cookies anyway. He doesn't deserve your bakin', darlin'." He ate more dough.

You couldn't help but feel your chest flutter with butterflies at his nickname, but you tried to ignore them. "Oh yeah, and what about me?" You pouted up at him. "Don't I deserve any cookies?" 

He put his finger on his lip as if deep in thought. "Hmmm… I dunno darlin'. Not sure if I could handle you if you get much sweeter." He winked.

"But I guess you deserve some too.." he plopped a wad of dough into your mouth, running his finger on your lip as he pulled his hand away. 

You smiled, cheeks feeling warm, and chewing the soft, sugary dough.

"Oh, Joel. You're too much.." you avoided his eyes, looking down at the mixer and pretending to be busy with the cookies. 

Why can't I get a man like Joel? You thought to yourself.

Two years ago, you had moved into your new house and met your neighbors, Tommy and Maria, Maria still very pregnant at the time. The three of you became fast friends and it wasn't long before you met Tommy's brother Joel. You were instantly enamored with him. His curly brown hair, mixed with silvery gray streaks, and those deep, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Although he could be a grump at times, it was mainly with his brother or his job, and he never showed it towards you. To you he was as sweet as the cookies you were eating.

You instantly developed a little crush on him and it seemed like he was over at his brother's house, or yours, more often than not. The two of you spent time together alone as well, watching movies, talking, doing whatever. Things felt so simple with him, and you knew he would always be there if you needed help with anything. With him, you never felt fat. You never felt ugly. You didn't feel self-conscious. You were just you. He was just him. 

As your friendship progressed, your crush developed quickly into love. But you knew deep down there was no way he could ever feel the same. He was too handsome and charming to ever go for a woman like you, so you pushed down your feelings as best as you could, and even tried some dating apps to try and find someone else to fill the empty space in your heart.

What you didn't know was that Joel was absolutely head-over-heels, smitten with you, from the moment he laid eyes on you at his brother's backyard barbecue. Sure he loved his brother, but nobody wants to spend that much time at their sibling's house. He came over constantly, hoping to see you, until eventually you became close enough that he didn't have to make a scene at his brother's house to get your attention. He could just go to yours. 

Tommy constantly teased him about it, and Maria couldn't help but notice the way you looked at Joel either. Even the kids could tell. The girls loved you like a mother, though you'd never see it. It seemed that it was obvious to everyone but you and him. Joel would flirt, try to gently touch you, be sweet, but you never picked up on it. Although you never pushed away his attempts, you never seemed to reciprocate either, so Joel just figured you didn't like him that way. But he couldn't help flirting, touching, staring at you. And if you didn't protest, he didn't plan to stop. He couldn't if he tried.

While the two of you talked, the cookies, what was left of them, baked in the oven. Finally Tommy came in, two large pizzas in hand. "Now I better not see that movie playing! I warned you two."

He noticed the black television screen and wandered to the kitchen. "Good. You waited for me- oh man! You made cookies? My favorite," he said with grabby hands towards the first pan, still cooling on the stove. 

"Now, don't spoil your dinner. You just brought pizza home, let's eat." You shot a knowing look with Joel after the two of you were practically full already with cookie dough.

"Fine. Whatever, mom." Tommy took a plate from you, sliding a piece of pizza onto his plate and heading towards the couch.

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An hour into the movie, you were all full with pizza and dessert, Tommy in the sofa chair on the side, you and Joel settled into the love seat. You leaned towards his right side, his right arm over the back of your seat. A blanket covered the two of you, and his left hand was crossed over his lap on top of the blanket, hoping you would hold it if you got scared. Whenever a jump scare did happen, you didn't grab for him, but at the slightest flinch, he would palm your knee, rubbing his thumb over you to calm you down. Such a nice guy. I'm so lucky to have him as my friend.

Once when Joel did this, Tommy caught the sight out of the corner of his vision. He rolled his eyes and gave a gagging face. Joel gave him a quick angry brother stare that made Tommy turn back toward the film.

At some point, you felt your pocket buzz. Peering under the blanket at your screen, you saw the little heart notification, letting you know it was one of the dating apps you downloaded. Heart beating faster, you excused yourself saying you wanted to get a drink. Upon entering the kitchen, you quickly opened the notification with shaky hands. You had sent out at least a half dozen matches to people, all turned down the second they saw your profile. The most recent had sent a message as well. "Seriously? Ur gross. Good luck finding anyone to date you lmao." Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at your body and pinched the fat of your stomach. You had four apps and had sent countless requests, matches, and swipes. Even guys who were big themselves had turned you down. You looked in the kitchen at the pile of cookies, the mostly empty pizza boxes, the bowl of Halloween candy. If the boys weren't here, you'd toss it all in the trash. You suddenly felt self-conscious. Your clothes were tight, your body was heavy and flabby, and you almost felt nauseous. The first sting of tears welled at your eyes, and you dashed off to your bedroom, hoping to quell these emotions before anyone would notice. You weren't ready to go back to the living room.

After a couple minutes, Joel had paused the TV to wait for your return. "She probably had to pee or something. Said she was gettin' a drink." Tommy nodded and the two of them talked. After about ten minutes had passed, Joel began to worry. Even Tommy began to wonder and finally said "where'd your girlfriend end up? It's been a while."

Joel shook his head at Tommy's name for you, but got up off the couch. "I'll go see what's up." He walked into the kitchen and didn't see you, so he kept walking through the house before finally starting upstairs. "Darlin'? You okay?" He still didn't see you, but upon approaching your bedroom door, he heard a soft sniffle.

He gently tapped on the door with his index finger's knuckle. "Sweetheart?" Your sniffling stopped and you quickly wiped your eyes, trying to hide your tears as he slowly opened the door.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to make you guys wait, I was just changing into some comfier clothes." He noticed you had switched from your favorite dress to some sweats and a baggy hoodie. You still looked beautiful to him, though he was a bit confused at the change. "I'll be right down, why don't you go start the movie again." He crossed the room to sit next to you on the bed. "I'm not going to start the movie. What's wrong, darlin'?" 

You pouted, trying to choke back more tears, but his gentle brown eyes made it hard to keep your emotions inside. Joel cupped your cheek, running his thumb gently under your eyes and catching a tear that made it past your walls. You'd never cried in front of Joel before. You made it a goal of yours to try and hide any sad emotions from people, especially him.

"I don't want to ruin the night, Joel. It's nothing. Let's just go back downstairs. I'll be right behind you."

Joel stood up and nodded his head, walking out the door and closing it gently behind him. 

You didn't think he'd actually leave. But it shouldn't surprise you. Who wouldn't leave you?

An aggressive sob ripped through your chest.

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Joel walked downstairs, joining his brother.

"You find her?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah I did. Look, she's not feeling too good right now. I think it's best we call it a night."

"Ah, man. She sick or somethin'?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah somethin' like that. I'll stay and take care of her. Can you maybe keep the kids tonight?" Joel answered, ushering Tommy out the door. Tommy gave him a look, but nodded and walked out the door towards his own house.

Joel closed the door behind him and walked back upstairs, stopping to grab a glass of water for you on the way. He knocked gently again before entering your bedroom, and you turned around, surprised to see him. "Joel? I thought you were watching the movie?"

"Nah, darlin' I could never leave you when you're upset. I sent Tommy home and he's gonna watch the girls tonight. Here, I brought you some water." He sat the water on the nightstand. "Now, you wanna tell me why you're cryin'?" He sat next to you, rubbing your back gently.

You took a sip of the water, set it back down on the nightstand, and sighed, looking down at your hands in your lap which held your cell phone.

"Well, I uh…" you cleared your throat gently. "I recently joined some dating apps..."

Joel's heart took a slight stab, but he pushed it down. You're the one needing comfort, not him.

"I guess, I dunno… I know it's kinda silly, but I've been feeling kinda lonely and y'know... I'm getting older. I'm running out of time to have babies. But, I really just want someone to call mine. Someone to laugh with and go on dates with and…" you tapered off, not wanting to admit your desire for cuddles, kisses, and love-making. 

"Oh, sweet girl," he held you in his arms. "That's nothing to feel shy or silly about. It's natural to want those things. But why are you cryin'? Did somethin' happen?"

"I just… I haven't gotten any matches. Everyone I've sent anything to has denied me, and-" you sniffled and Joel pulled you tighter. "Shh, shh, sweet girl, it's okay. Those people on those apps, they don't know what they're missin' out on. They don't see how beautiful and sweet y'are. They wouldn't know how to treat you right anyway. If they can't see how wonderful you are, they don't deserve to be with ya anyway."

"Thank you Joel…" you muttered. "But… it's not just that. I got a message when we were watching the movie and I went into the kitchen to read it, and-" you handed him your phone with a sniffle. Joel pulled away from you, holding the phone back a bit to read it with his bad vision. As he read it, his jaw and fists clenched. It may have been the first time Joel saw you cry, but it was also the first time Joel got angry when it was just the two of you.

"If I knew where this asshole little boy lived, I'd go over there right now and kick his ass for saying something like that to you" he seethed. "I can't believe anyone would say something like that to you."

You picked at a hangnail on your finger, still staring at your lap. Finally Joel took a breath and looked at you again. "Darlin'. You don't - you don't believe that guy do you?" He asked while rubbing your back again.

"Maybe…" you felt tears run down your cheeks. "I mean, he's right, isn't he? I'm not attractive or skinny. Nobody wants me, not even any of these guys on this app. Even the guys who aren't skinny don't want me either."

"Sweetheart. That's just not true. Look at me-" he lifted your chin with his left hand, right arm still holding you close. You hesitantly met his gaze, your wet eyes looking into his gentle browns. "Those men, if you even wanna call them that, they wouldn't know what beautiful was if it slapped them across the face. You're the most beautiful, sweet, funny woman I've ever met. Any man would be lucky to have you." He took a deep breath before admitting, "I'd be lucky to have you."

"What-?" You interrupted him.

"Darlin'... I never want to push your boundaries, but you don't see how often I flirt with you, tease you, and touch you? You don't see how smitten I am with you?" You frowned, brows furrowing as you picked through your memory. "I thought you were just a nice guy. Just a friend. I didn't… I didn't think you could ever like me as more than a friend, so I just ignored the butterflies I got around you." 

You searched his eyes, waiting for a joke, or your alarm to go off and wake you up from this dream.

"Sweetheart, I've been in love with you since just about the time I saw you walk across my brother's lawn towards me. I just figured y'wasn't interested in me that way."

"Joel," you laughed. "I've felt the same way."

He smiled, once again tilting your chin, yet this time pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, but held so much love and meaning, that the two of you couldn't help but smile in the middle of it. He pulled away, "and by the way, y'aren't old either. If anyone's old here, it's me. But if you want babies, I'll give you all the babies you want. But you already got two girls who love you. Sometimes I think they even love y'more than me," he laughed.

You smiled at him and nodded "I do love those girls like they're my own. But I would still like a little baby someday too."

He kissed you again, more passionately this time, licking your lip until you opened up and let your tongues dance together. He pulled away, running his nose across your jaw before stopping at your ear. "Only one way to give you that, darlin'." He gently bit your earlobe before kissing down your neck. 

You sighed. "Joel… please."

"Please, what darlin'?" He purred, kissing your clavicle through your baggy shirt. 

"Please, make love to me" you answered breathlessly, tipping your head back so he could better access your neck. 

"Take these baggy clothes off then, baby. Lemme see you," he gave you one last kiss on the lips before the two of you began undressing, stopping every few seconds to share grabby kisses. Once undressed, he pulled you into him and kissed you deeply, your hands on his chest. With a swift move, he tumbled the two of you sideways so that you were now on the bed, him on his back and you straddling his hips. You leaned down, kissing his lips, while the slight movement against his waist caused you both to moan at the feeling. "Baby I've wanted this for so long. Let me take care of you," Joel whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. He flipped the two of you over, slithering down towards your waist, where you spread your legs for him. He groaned, looking at how evident it was you wanted him, pumping his already hard cock a few times. Flattening himself on his stomach, he gently touched your thighs and began to kiss your legs. "Y'sure you still want this, baby?" 

"Yes Joel, please" you answered, tense with anticipation. Without a beat, he tipped his head down, licking a stripe up your slit. You let out a sigh, hips bucking toward his face. "I know baby, I know." His low timbre vibrated through your core. He gave a quick peck to your clit before swirling his tongue around it and heading downwards, licking between your folds while his nose continued to put pressure on your clit.

His fingers slid through, touching your entrance in a questioning way. "Yes, Joel, please" you cried, wiggling closer, your hands tugging at his hair. 

With your pleas, he inserted his finger, curling upwards before adding a second and finally hitting that spot inside you that made your breathing catch in your chest. He stroked, while still licking gently, occasionally sucking on your clit. Before long you were gripping the sheets with one hand, his hair in your other, as you finally tumbled into your orgasm. "So beautiful, baby" he coaxed, licking you through the waves of pleasure. 

"Think you're ready for me?" He looked up at you over your plush tummy. "Yes, Joel, please I'm so ready."

He stalked over your body, kissing his way up. He kissed your vulva, "I love this," he purred. He kissed your stomach, running his hands across your sides. "I love this," he licked. "I love these," he massaged your breasts, kissing each nipple. "I love you" he finally looked you in the eyes, kissing you on the lips deeply. 

"I love you too." You kissed him back, running your hands through his messy hair, down his broad shoulders and back. His hand snaked around, grabbing his cock and giving a few strokes through your folds until he was wet enough. Finally he pushed against your entrance, slowly entering you, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Your fingers clawed at his back as he finally pushed all the way in, the two of you sighing in relief. 

Your body adjusted, and with a kiss to his nose, you prompted him to move. "Okay Joel, I'm ready."

Slowly, he began to thrust, pulling slowly out and gently pushing back in, eventually picking up to a pleasurable pace. He kissed you like his lips couldn't be away for longer than a few seconds, and it didn't take much before you were barreling towards your second release of the evening. "I'm almost there, Joel" you kissed, grabbing him around his back. "Me too, baby. Come for me." His thrusts were getting sloppy, but you could tell he was holding himself back for you. His fingers drifted over your clit, giving a few circular strokes and causing you to shudder around him, your eyes slamming shut with a moan. He followed right behind you, a couple messy strokes before pumping into you, filling you up and working you both through it. As the two of you came down from your high, he kissed you passionately, holding you like you were the only thing in the world. 

The two of you lay on your sides, you snuggled into his chest, his chin resting on your head before eventually he became soft and slipped out of you. You both sighed at the loss, but held each other until you rolled out to use the restroom and clean up. When you returned from the bathroom, you asked if he wanted to stay and he said yes. 

You lent him an extra toothbrush and the two of you stood side by side, brushing your teeth and stealing glances at each other in the mirror with matching lovesick smiles. Things felt domestic and comfortable as the two of you walked back to bed, sharing soft kisses snuggled to each other. Having completely forgotten why you were upset earlier, you fell asleep curled into his arms, full of love and hope for the future with a man you loved. 

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The next morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and breakfast cooking. You strolled down the stairs and saw Joel, wearing just his boxers and tee shirt, grabbing a slice of toast from the toaster. 

At the sound of your steps, he turned and smiled softly. "Morning, baby."

"Good morning, handsome," you replied, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

"I could get used to that," Joel replied, squeezing your ass and pulling his face away to look in your eyes.

"Joel! You devil," you giggled, gently smacking his arm. "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby" he nibbled your jaw.

After the two of you ate breakfast, you shared a shower, and he threw on a pair of extra clothes he keeps in his car. It would be hard to keep his visit a secret from his brother with his car still in your driveway, but as far as Tommy was concerned, you were sick and Joel was taking care of you.

The two of you made the walk over to Tommy's house to get the girls and participate in Halloween activities for the day. Walking in the door, Tommy pulled you into a hug. "Hey, we were worried about you! Are you feeling better? Were you sick?"

You looked up at Joel, sharing a knowing look. "I was just a little upset about something, but I'm feeling much better now," you smiled. 

Tommy gasped. "FINALLY!!!!" He threw his hands in the air while Maria grinned. 

"Cough it up Tommy!" Sarah held out her hand to her uncle. "You know I had October." He handed her a five dollar bill.

"You bet money on us?" Joel asked in disbelief, rubbing your back. 

"Obviously. You guys have both been pining since you first met," Ellie answered, rolling her eyes. "It was too entertaining for us to interfere though," Sarah added with a smirk.

You stared down at your shoes, feeling embarrassed, but Joel grabbed your hand. You smiled up at him and it felt like everything was aligned. "Yep, we finally took the step. And now I get to do this whenever I want," Joel pulled you into his arms for a deep kiss. 

"UGH. GROSS, DAD." Ellie and Sarah groaned, walking out of the room.

You both laughed, sharing a smile and heading towards the group to get ready for Halloween with your family.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

I love your writing so much and you seem to always brighten my day! So, I just wanted to ask if I can, could you do a chubby manager where she gets bullied because of it and the teams stand up for her and help her. I have been having bad mental health days and this will really help me. But of course if you don't want to it's totally okay. Just asking for consideration! (If you do pick this can you do Karasuno, and Shoji and if you do one that's totally okay 👍) ☺️♥️

Hi there! So my full headcanon requests are currently closed BUT this request definitely hits home for me. I’ve always been tall and chubby and use to get bullied constantly for both. I’m really sorry you are struggling mentally and I hope this can bring you a little smile 😊

I’m going to put it below the cut because it might be triggering to some

TW: Bullying, fat shaming

Being Karasuno’s Manager:

Miss Manager gets bullied

for her Weight

Karasuno (guest appearance by Seijoh, Shiratorizawa and Date Tech) x fem! Reader (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, fat shaming, bullying, reader cries, threatening words, Tanaka thinking he’s a bad ass, Tsukishima taking care of it 💅

First off, Karasuno is B L E S S E D

Come on, 3 managers???

Ugh say less!

Hinata now thinks they are a super powerhouse

Suga says that’s not a real thing

Kageyama kicks Hinata for saying something so stupid 🙄

Anyways, you are a first year like Yachi

Actually Yachi dragged you into this because she was nervous

She had told you about this hot girl who had approached her and asked her to be the boys volleyball manager

You were a bit nervous to say the least

It wasn’t necessarily because your were athletic or didn’t know anything about volleyball

But, in the past, you’d been bullied about your size

And of course, these guys were athletes and they would be fit

To your surprise, however, they said nothing about your weight

Heck they didn’t even seem to notice you were plus sized

Literally all you had to do was breathe YN and these boys would faint 😂

Karasuno treats all their managers like queens and is super protective

They adored you, Yachi and Kiyoko so much and appreciated everything you did for them

You threw them a towel? Eternally grateful 🙌🏻

Filled their water bottle? Excessive thank you’s

Took detailed notes? Framed them and read them everyday

Literally it would be hard to find a more thankful team!

However, not everyone was as nice as Karasuno

You’d faced bullies in middle school and high school

Thankfully most of the people at your high school were pretty decent and nice

But when tournaments came around 👀

Well let’s just say not everyone extended a warm welcome

It was inter high and you were tasked with filling up the water bottles

Honestly, it was your favorite task because you didn’t have to deal with Hinata and Kageyama fighting or Noya and Tanaka peacocking in front of the other team 🙄

As you filled the bottles, you noticed a group of guys gathering behind you

You thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe they were waiting for the water fountain

After you finished, you moved out of the way, turning to smile at them

“You can have the water fountain now! Sorry I was filling up my teams bottles!”

The guys all stared at you with disgust on their faces before one spoke up

“There was no way we could get to the fountain anyways with you taking up that much space.”

The guys all burst in laughter as you watched them

At first, you didn’t think it was due to your size and maybe you were just in the middle of both fountains

“Oh I’m sorry. I would have moved over for you.”

The guys all just laughed as another one spoke

“Not like we’d have any space with your fat ass taking up both fountains!”

Hearing this worlds, your heart instantly sank

But those idiots weren’t done 😑

Because if there’s anything we know about bullies, it’s that they do so to make themselves feel better

And these dummies must have really been feeling like shit…

“Honestly I didn’t even know there were two fountains behind her she’s so big!”

“Damn she’s like a walking billboard for Karasuno!”

The guys laughed as tears began to fill your eyes and your lip began to quiver

These guys were jerks who were hitting every one of your insecurities

And worst of all, you were frozen as the tears began to fall

“Awe did we make the baby hippo cry?” One of the laughed

You tried your hardest to move but you were frozen, unable to run from the bullies

However 👀👀 as luck would have it, you weren’t alone

Because Yachi had been sent to help you

And she saw the entire exchange 😌

She quickly turned, running back to the gym to grab the guys

Kiyoko saw Yachi frantically running and asked her what happened. Panting, Yachi recalled the events

Instantly the atmosphere in the gym changed

Without saying a word, Daichi, Noya and Tanaka took off

The rest of the team following quickly behind

Even Tsukishima was moving quickly 😱

When they say you, still standing there and crying

Oh boy : D

I would not want to be those bullies right about now

Kiyoko and Yachi ran to you and hugged you

“Are you ok Yn?” Kiyoko asked as you shook your head and cried harder

Oof- someone prepare the burial grounds because it’s about to go D O W N

Daichi walked right up to them and got in their face, Suga, Tanaka and Noya right on his heels

“What the hell did you just say to our manager?” Daichi boomed as your head shot up to see the team right in front of you

“What us? Nothing we were just waiting for the water fountain,” one of the jerks said as Suga glared at them

“That’s not what we heard you were doing,” Suga spoke as Tanaka and Noya began to crack their knuckles

By this time, a crowd was starting to gather

Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, Date tech…

The whole gangs here!

And let me just say, they do not look happy

“We heard you said something to our BEAUTIFUL Manager. Mind repeating that…” Tanaka said, cracking his neck from side to side

The guys faces began to pale as Karasuno’s eyes burned with anger

You didn’t want anyone to fight because you knew that they could get kicked out of the tournament

“Guys hey it’s ok, let’s just go,” you said, wiping your eye as Kiyoko and Yachi grabbed your arm

“I think we need to teach these jerks a lesson!” Noya snarled

Nobody was going to stop this

Literally Kunimi was filming because he knew Karasuno was not to be messed with

Heck even Oikawa and Iwaizumi were ready to back Karasuno up!

And because jerks don’t know how to keep their mouths shut, they continued to fan the flames

“Come on guys, she’s huge! How can we not comment on that? I mean I felt the floors move when she walked here!” One of them chuckled

Wrong thing to say bestie

“Let’s take this outside!” Tanaka said, grabbing the jerk by the collar and pulling him towards the exit

The other bullies tried to intervene but were stopped by the wall of Date Tech

“Yeah you ain’t going nowhere,” Futakuchi smirked as Aone glared at the boys

The bullies rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Hey man let me go! Listen I’m sorry ok!” The one being dragged by Tanaka cried

You didn’t want anyone to get hurt or expelled from the tournament because of you

You stood tall, wiping your eyes as you left Kiyoko and Yachi’s side

“YN wait!” Yachi yelled as you approached Tanaka and the bully

“Tanaka please don’t! I don’t want you to get hurt or kicked out! Karasuno has worked too hard for this,” you spoke as Tanaka looked from you to the bully

He shoved the bully to the ground as he glared down at him

“You’re lucky city boy!”

You breathed a sigh of relief as Tanaka walked away, grabbing your hand

Unfortunately the bully and his now broken ego weren’t don’t 🙄

“I knew Karasuno was a bunch of wimps!”

Daichi, Noya and Tanaka turned around and were ready

“Let’s go city boy! Two hits, I hit you, you hit the ground!” Tanaka shouted

Before you could stop them, they tore down fr towards the boy

Your eyes widened in shock as you prepared for a fight

But thankfully, an Angel shined down from the heavens

An Angel in the form of one tall, rather salty first year

The king of comebacks, Tsukishima 💅

“A bunch of wimps? You’re the one picking on a girl who was filling up water bottles for her team,” Tsukishima spat as Daichi, Noya and Tanaka halted

Everyone turned to look at Tsukishima who had now walked over to the boy and was looking over him

“Where is your manager? Oh wait, you don’t even have one do you? Jealous much? Or maybe it’s because your pathetic asses can’t find any girls who are even remotely interested in being your managers.”

The bully glared up at Tsukishima was was now smirking

“Werent you that team who couldn’t even make it past the first round last time? Yeah that’s right you got your asses handed to you in straight sets.”

“Yeah well at least our team doesn’t isn’t known as being fallen champions!” The bully spat back as Tsukishima laughed, bending over and making eye contact with the jerk

“At least people know who we are, nobody even knows your name.”

“Yeah well-”

“And now that everyone does know who you are, I think they all want to crush you,” Suga added as the boy gulped, looking around at everyone who was glaring at him

“Gee I wonder who your first opponent is?” Oikawa interjected

“That would be us,” Ushiwaka said, arms crossed and glaring at the man

“Oh I’d hate to be your right now!” Tendo laughed, coming from behind Ushiwaka

The boy got to his feet as Tsukishima continued to smirk, everyone still staring at him

“Come on man let’s get out of here,” one of his teammates said

The bully just scoffed before turning around and walking away

Everyone watched as they left for their gym before turning to you

“Are you ok Yn?” Asahi asked as you nodded

“I’ll be ok thank you but you guys didn’t have to do that,” you softly spoke

“No way we were going to sit back and let someone say those things YN!” Hinata shouted

“Yeah that’s why we turned Tsuki lose on his ass!” Yamaguchi smiled

“Shut up Tadashi,” Tsuki said as he began walking back the gym

“Sorry you had to deal with that Yn. If you ever need help, don’t be afraid to ask,” Iwaizumi stepped up

“We are perfectly capable of protecting our manager but thanks,” Daichi growled

“Ok enough of that, let’s go,” Suga said, pushing Daichi back to the gym

Kiyoko took your hand and began to walk away when Ushiwaka stepped in your way

“I will crush them for you Yn,” he said, voice monotone and face passive

You just smiled wide before hugging him

Ushijima 👉🏻😐🫂

Everyone else 👉🏻😳😱

“What the hell Yn where is my hug? I was ready to mess up my spiking hand for you!” Tanaka cries as Ennoshita smacked him

You rolled your eyes before hugging the winged spiker

Tanaka, acting like he’s never been hugged by a girl before 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

“I WANT A HUG TOO YN!”

“ME TOO!”

“YN look what you started!” Daichi yelled as a line had now formed in front of you, all the guys wanting a hug

Don’t worry YN, he could never be mad at you for long 🥰

[dazai-fan-page]

I know it's not my fandom of choice but since it's animated I dub it close enough, Hazbin Hotel people can y'all stop hating on Valentino stans and fan content? The character's an ass and I don't like him much bc Angel, however you have to remember that he's not real. If you don't want to see anything about that character, block people and tags don't start being a dick to real people because they think a character is fun and you don't.

I am in no way saying that Val is a good guy, I am saying that Hellverse is 18+ so you could at least act like adults. And to those like me who ignored the age thing, you chose to do that so now you have to be mature about what you found, fiction isn't real, what someone likes in fiction has nothing to do with what they like or support irl ok?

Next, the fatphobia surrounding "fixing Val's character design" trend is not it, what the fuck guys? Abusers, especially ones who run entertainment businesses, are very likely going to be conveniently attractive or charismatic. Val's a moth bc it makes sense with his character, he's supposed to be attractive for the same reason. So doing redesigns where y'all make him "ugly" is usually just making him fat.

I don't really care what vivzi did or didn't do so if you want me to elaborate on anything, I don't know about what she did I haven't looked into it. I mostly just watched the shows and fandom to fandom, y'all need to chill out. In fighting sucks and none of us are getting into the cool kids clubs so we could at least treat each other decently.

I'm not sayin roll over of someones a dick I'm saying that if you see something you don't like you can ignore it. You don't have to be the dick in the situation.

I try to tread lightly in this fandom bc it's a lot of NSFW and a lot of adults don't want to deal w/ minors seeing their shit and I don't want to make anybody uncomfortable by being around. But holy fucking shit I can't go anywhere without someone trying to say that you a real person are bad for being entertained by a fictional character created to be entertaining, it's stupid.

Also Huskerdust gives me major Skk vibes and I love it tbh. There's the Dazai part of this

[elfryn]

Anonymous Commission Title: A Piece of You. Word count: 3859. Request: Hinata being fucked by two Kumo ninjas. Warnings: Explicit sexual content, cheating, masturbation, multiple orgasms, oral sex, anal sex, p-in-v sex, double penetration. Commissions info here!

Kuma is drunk. Not drunk enough to fall over or start puking, but drunk enough for his vision to get a little blurry and his head to get dizzy and for that little voice in the back of his mind that keeps him from doing anything stupid to shut up for a while. He's inebriated just enough to feel good and enjoy the atmosphere, even if the atmosphere is a crowded, noisy bar smelling of cheap alcohol and perspiration. Kuma laughs loudly and calls out for another drink. It's the first time in weeks that he can afford to drink without worrying about a hangover the next day. His mission is over, and he's back in his home village, and he will get a week off as a reward for a job well done. His team-mate, Shin, is already on his fifth bottle of sake, ready to finish another. Kuma is loose and free. He has no outstanding obligations, no emergencies around the corner, not a worry in the world, and if he did, he wouldn't care about any of them at the moment.

All that matters to Kuma is getting his fill and finding someone to spend the night with.

On the other side of the pub, sitting alone on one of the stools by the bar is a woman with hair as blue as the night and a shapely bottom so big it won't even fit on the seat. Kuma watches her from afar. The glasses scattered around her indicate that she's been there for a while. The barman brings her another drink, and she throws her head back and swallows it all in one go. Her tits, fat and plump, sway with the movement. Some of the drink drips down the corner of her mouth, making its way down her neck, and disappearing into the valley of her breasts.

Kuma elbows Shin, drawing his friend's attention back to the woman. Shin whistles, understanding perfectly how Kuma feels.

Without wasting any time, they call for a hostess and send the woman a drink. When the drink arrives, the mysterious, bulky woman searches them with her eyes as the waitress explains the situation. She stares at them for a long moment before nodding and raising her drink towards them before swallowing it down. They both mirror her actions. A short while later, the three of them are sitting side by side, laughing and drinking.

The woman, Hinata, tells them that she is a Konoha kunoichi on an official mission and that by morning she will be on her way back home. Where her children and husband are waiting for her. In all honesty, Kuma would admit that the information about her being married was a bit of a cold shower, but then she started talking about her husband and Kuma saw a glimmer of hope. Hinata is the kind of honest drunk, Kuma can see. The kind who says everything she can't say when she's sober to avoid fatigue and a headache. She's a tired wife, with a husband who only knows how to work and hasn't fulfilled his marital duties for far too long. Hinata is a mother who loves her children but needs a break from them because she is the only one and there are two of them. She's also an unappreciated ninja, who has to listen to bullshit from the people she works with because she's decided to only take really important jobs since she can't spend so much time away from home. For Kuma, Hinata is, above all, a woman who deserves to be treated well and appreciated and to have someone look after her from time to time. Which is perfect, because he's more than willing to look after her.

The thing about Hinata, Kuma soon realises, is that she's a good and decent person. She is a good wife who would probably never think of cheating on her husband, no matter how flawed he may be. Kuma wants to give her a break, he wants to make her feel good. He wants to make her scream his name and beg for more, make her have to postpone her journey home because she won't be able to walk properly in the morning. But Hinata doesn't seem interested in that, or perhaps, she doesn't even know that's an option. To Hinata, Kuma and Shin are just two kind strangers willing to buy her a drink and listen to her rant about her life. Shin doesn't mind just listening, Kuma knows his friend and knows that he likes to hear about other people's lives. Shin is single and lives alone, so he doesn't have much going on in his life. Any distraction is a good distraction, Shin once said. Kuma doesn't care much either, he has done it many times and will do it many more times in the future. However, Hinata is different. Kuma can't stop imagining what it would be like to take her by surprise, to make her fall to her knees in front of him, to have her on all fours waiting for him. Kuma wants Hinata in a way he's never wanted anyone before. But he won't force her. Kuma would never forgive himself if he did.

The three of them drink and drink and close the pub. Dissatisfied with the evening ending like this, they decide to go somewhere else. Shin's flat is the nearest, and he has some beer at home. Hinata climbs the stairs leaning on Shin, who in turn is leaning on Kuma who is leaning on the stair railing. Neither of them remembers how to walk in a straight line.

Hinata collapses on the sofa. Smiling and at ease, without a single worry in the world. Shin fetches his drink from the kitchen, stumbling on the way. Kuma sits next to Hinata. He watches her. Her luscious boobs swaying as she breathes, her big arse taking up two cushions at once. Her clothes are short and tight, and Kuma can see her panties. She's so hot, Kuma wants to have her.

Kuma doesn't realise what he's doing, doesn't notice how his hand slips inside his trousers or how he squeezes his already hard cock. He isn't even aware of how his breathing is starting to fail and his body is going tight or how he's almost there. Kuma only grasps what's happening when he notices Hinata's gaze on his trousers. When he looks away from her for the first time in a long time, he notices that his fly is open and his cock is sticking out hard and begging him to continue.

"I'm sorry," he says somewhat self-consciously. He usually has more self-control. Under normal circumstances, he'd go to the bathroom or wait until he got home. Or he'd ask first before doing it in front of another person. Kuma swallows dryly, certain that he has spoiled the evening, and ruined any chance he had with Hinata. He's sure she'll scream and slap him and run out the door.

Yet Hinata does no such thing. She stirs on the sofa and Kuma notices something else that has gone completely unnoticed by his mind. The hem of Hinata's skirt is up, her underwear is pulled to the side and Hinata's fingers are working frantically as her breathing becomes shallower and shallower. Out of the corner of his eye, Kuma notices Shin standing at the kitchen door, no beer in sight and his hands working rapidly on his arousal. Hinata and Shin's loud moans fill the small flat. Kuma feels hot and burning, his throbbing erection begging him to finish what he started. And so he does. Kuma grabs his cock and with firm, strong movements continue to masturbate, his panting moans loud, mingling with those of the other two. But Hinata's cries are louder, more pleasurable. Hinata is outrageous. With a cacophony, the three of them climax at the same time.

Kuma lies back on the sofa, catching his breath. Shin slides down the wall to the floor and hides his face between his legs, as tired as he is. Hinata lets her body sink into the sofa. Her skirt was still up, her thighs dirty and sticky. She gasps, her breasts rising and falling. Her forehead is sweaty, her hair sticky.

"I want to fuck you." Kuma is honest and direct. He wants to know what it's like to go down on her, and what her screams are like when someone else makes her scream. Kuma wants to know if she's as tight and delicious as she looks. "I want to fuck you, I want to make you scream, I want to give you pleasure. I want to feel pleasure. You can deny it and walk away, I won't stop you." He lays his cards on the table.

Hinata stares at him, but answers. She won't leave either, and that's all the permission Kuma needs.

Kuma moves from his place on the sofa and kneels in front of her. Without hesitation, he spreads her legs and pulls down her wet, honeyed underwear. Kuma inhales the scent of Hinata impregnated in the item of clothing. He gropes her, running his hands up and down her broad, thick thighs. He runs his tongue through the remnants of her cum, savouring the taste of her. Hinata shudders under his touch. Kuma goes to her centre, running his tongue along Hinata's slit. Her taste is strongest there. With gentle movements, he makes her shiver at his kiss. Penetrating her lightly with his tongue, he makes her moan. Kuma likes to think of himself as a good shinobi, someone who knows how to pay attention to detail and who does his job practically and meticulously, always aiming for the best result. He also applies his work habits to his personal life, which doesn't always work out, but sometimes the result is better than he expects. Like now, when he takes the time to explore every corner of Hinata's intimacy with his tongue and feels how her body twitches in pleasure. Kuma focuses his mouth on her clitoris, sucking on it like a popsicle about to melt in the summer heat. Her moan is muffled. He lifts his gaze to Hinata and realises why. Her mouth is occupied with Shin's dick.

Kuma is envious. He can see how skilful Hinata is. How she uses her hands to massage his balls and the tip of her tongue to play with the tip of his cock as she makes him moan louder and louder. Kuma wants her mouth on his dick too. He intensifies his work, venting his envy and frustration at not being in Shin's place. Kuma inserts two fingers inside her, making her squeal louder. Not even his friend's cock in her mouth can silence her moans. That makes him happy. Stroking her hard, he continues to suck her clitoris, nibbling and licking to cause different reactions. Her cries get louder and her whole body reacts as she comes in his mouth. Hinata's nectar tastes much better straight from the source. Kuma swallows every drop of it.

He sits on the floor, leaning on his hands. Kuma watches as Hinata works on Shin. His screams are as intense as her seconds ago. When Shin cums, Hinata doesn't miss a drop.

Kuma sits still, facing Hinata for a while. The sight of her is perfect. Sweaty, messy, dirty with cum. Her tits are sticking out of her blouse, her nipples hard. Kuma seeks Shin out with his eyes, his friend is in a deplorable state. His trousers are down around his ankles, his cum-soaked briefs are stuck to his knees, his hair is stuck to his forehead, and his shirt is soaked with sweat. His cock sprung free, throbbing and begging for more. Shin returns Kuma's gaze, smiling in a way that tells Kuma that he's not much better off than his friend either. They hold each other's gaze for a long second. Kuma laughs back.

Turning to Hinata, Kuma pushes her back against the sofa. He kneels on the couch, putting his legs on either side of her, restraining her. Kuma kisses her. It's something hungry, and needy. He invades her mouth with his tongue. Biting her lips, he makes her moan against his mouth. Kuma uses his hands to grope her breasts, massaging them. He pinches her hard nipples, drawing a delicious reaction from her. Hinata grabs his waist, pulling him to her. Making him sit on her lap, his penis rubbing against her belly. The friction makes him harder. Kuma hears footsteps rushing through the house, something falling in the distance, and Shin lets out a swear word. He doesn't care about any of it. He's too busy sucking on one of Hinata's tits to care about any of it.

Kuma thinks of nothing but Hinata's moans or how her skin is as velvety smooth beneath his touch. He feels Hinata's hands leave his waist and work their way down to his penis. She takes his dick in both hands and squeezes it, making him grunt. Pleased, Hinata smiles. Using long, prolonged strokes, she stimulates him. Kuma feels his breathing start to falter again, but he doesn't stop. He continues his work on Hinata's breasts. Sucking and massaging her. He can feel another orgasm coming on. But it doesn't come, because Shin interrupts them.

Kuma wants to kill Shin. But he changes his mind when he realises why there is so much noise in the bedroom. Without moving, Kuma takes a condom from his friend's hand and puts it on. He slips it under Hinata's skirt. She screams in such a delicious way that it makes his cock ache. Hinata is as tight as Kuma imagined. He can imagine the damage his cock will do to her pussy. Hinata rocks underneath him, doing the work for both of them because Kuma chooses such a bad position. But he wouldn't trade the sight of Hinata all rumpled and dishevelled underneath him for anything. She looks like a fucking whore, with her tits out and her eyes begging for his cock. Kuma steadies his body on his knees and uses his arms to support himself on the back of the sofa. Following the rhythm of Hinata's hips, he thrusts hard into her. Hinata moans and howls and screams. She's a fucking show-off. Hinata runs her hands down his neck, pulling him closer and taking his mouth. Between wet kisses and rhythmic rocking and heavy thrusting, they moan and scream and howl. Kuma and Hinata reach their climax again.

Kuma lets his body relax, his heart returns to normal. He allows his lungs to remember how to work. Kuma collapses on the sofa next to Hinata. Tired. He disposes of the condom by throwing it on the floor, this is a problem for the Shin of the future to deal with. Kuma watches his friend pull Hinata off. He sees how Shin goes to the trouble of undressing her. Shin positions Hinata leaning over against the edge of the sofa, her plump ass sticking out and her voluminous breasts sprawled on the cushions.

Shin is a rash guy with no patience. He always does what's best for him, regardless of whether it inconveniences anyone else. But occasionally he has lapses of empathy. Where he thinks about what's best for someone else and not for himself. When Shin inserts his fingers inside Hinata first, to get her tight, pink hole used to it, instead of just thrusting into her, Kuma knows that this is one of the rare moments when Shin seeks someone else's satisfaction before his own.

Hinata moans at Shin's stroke. She thrusts her bum out, begging for more. He puts in another finger and then another. Using all three fingers, he makes simple back-and-forth movements. Kuma observes how Hinata is sprawled on the sofa, supporting her body with her elbows. One of her tits is leaking out, as big as it is. Shin slaps her bottom, her flesh bouncing. Hinata lets out a sound of surprise. She's adorable.

Kuma repositions himself on the sofa, leaving his member in her face. He lets his cock slap against her face. She moistens her lips, eager. Kuma does not waste any time, he wants to feel the same pleasure as his friend. He fucks her mouth with pleasure. Her lips are soft, her tongue is smooth to the touch, her saliva is warm and her teeth brush slowly against his length, sending shivers through his body. Hinata licks him, sliding her tongue from the tip to the root. She cries out against his cock and Kuma sees that Shin is fully inside her. His friend thrusts into her as if he had never fucked anyone in his life, pulling her towards him. Hinata is swept away from Kuma's cock. Disgruntled, Kuma grabs Hinata by the neck, pulling her towards him. He shoves his entire member into her mouth, making her choke. Shin and Kuma engage in a tug-of-war with Hinata, each pulling her towards him. Hinata doesn't seem to care if her moans are any indication. She engulfs Kuma's balls, sucking on them. He feels waves of pleasure.

She plays with his length, working with her hands and mouth in a coordination that must have taken her years to perfect. The moans she lets out against his member as Shin eats her from behind make the experience even better.

The screams of the three of them get louder, the neighbours must probably have noticed what they're doing. The thought makes Kuma hornier. He wants to cum again, but he has already seen what Hinata is like when she swallows everything. Now he wants to know what she's like when she gets dirty. Kuma pulls away. Hinata whimpers. She is so fucking hot doing it. Using his hands, he works quickly. His loud wails mingle with Shin's, showing that they've both come at the same time. Shin inside Hinata, Kuma on her face. Hinata is so perfect when she is nasty.

All three of them are worn out. The flat is hot, stinking of cum and sweat. But they haven't finished yet. Kuma exchanges a look with Shin, who smiles as if reading his mind. Kuma vacates the sofa, he pulls Hinata with him. Kuma knows Shin's flat off the top of his head, so he has no problem finding his way to his friend's room. He throws Hinata onto the bed, and she falls on her back. Hinata looks him up and down, she bites her lip and tilts her head. Her eyes beg for more, her expression dares him to try and deny what she wants. Extremely conscious of every piece of clothing he's wearing, Kuma discards his sweat-soaked shirt and semen-stained trousers. Using his hands he asks her to climb further onto the bed. Hinata is quick to fulfil his request. Kuma gets on the bed with her. Hinata is underneath him, so ready. She is hungry for more, for someone to lie on top of her, to have someone else's body crash into hers, to be fucked again. And that's what Kuma is going to do.

Using one hand and all the strength he had acquired in years of training, Kuma turned her over on the bed. Ever since he saw her in the pub, all Kuma could think about was how good it would feel to fuck her big, fat bottom. How it would feel to have her riding his cock. Kuma pulls Hinata onto his lap. With the protection in place and the lube ready, Kuma fucks Hinata. Her scream is like a song Kuma never thought he needed to hear, but he doesn't know how he lived so many years without it. Thanks to Shin, Hinata is already hot and eager for him, so Kuma doesn't have to be careful. Hinata rolls onto his cock, riding him as if competing for first place in a mounted contest. Kuma rests his forehead against her bare, sweaty back. He lets his hands roam her body, making their way to Hinata's breasts. Kuma plays with her breasts, giving the woman even more pleasure.

He knows that Shin is watching everything. He knows that his friend is hard, with a new lubricated condom in place and ready to fuck her again. But Kuma won't budge, he won't give up Hinata's asshole. Except he doesn't have to, because Kuma and Shin are best friends and best friends share everything. Even the sluts they've picked up in the pub.

Together, like the good team-mates they are, Kuma and Shin fuck Hinata together. Kuma had to give up having Hinata riding his cock for this to happen, but the way her screams become louder and more intelligible makes it all worthwhile. Shin is lying down. Hinata is on top of him, leaning on her arms. Kuma is behind Hinata, holding her tight around the waist, moving inside her at the same pace she uses to pleasure his friend. Kuma understands why Shin slapped her. It's impossible to find yourself in that position, with her ass devouring his cock and the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room along with her moans, and not feel an insatiable urge to slam into that big, fat, luscious arse. He squeezes her plump cheeks, his cock disappearing completely between them. Hinata is so hot, that every part of her makes Kuma want to bite her and mark her. He continues his work and continues to make her scream.

The three of them tangle with each other. Their cries, their bodies, their fluids. Nothing is individual anymore, nothing is singular. The pleasure is on a level that none of them has ever felt before. On a level, they fear they will never feel again. They moan in the night, screaming profanities, grunting and howling. There is no logic, no reason. There is only the carnal desire that keeps their bodies moving despite their tiredness. Kuma comes first, it's a full-body orgasm that robs him of the rest of his strength, but he can't stop. Because the others haven't stopped yet. So he continues. Every atom of him is begging him to stop, but he keeps going. Shin comes in second. His final moan is loud and vulgar, like everything else he does. But Shin doesn't stop either. They both continue, waiting for Hinata. They can't be satisfied if she doesn't feel the same pleasure as them. So the two continue. Their bodies cry for mercy. But they continue. Time passes differently when you're tired, when your body is heavy and rigid and all you want to do is collapse. Time drags on and tortures you and a second lasts an eternity. However, the moment Hinata's moan cuts through the air and she lets her body give in, falling on top of Shin and breathing heavily against his neck, Kuma feels a satisfaction he has never felt in his life.

Kuma is so, so happy that he let his best friend drag him out to drink today. He is even more happy for Hinata's husband, he has a really hot and delicious wife.

[nat20composure]

Man ok sorry I am constantly being critical on here but I keep thinking about how the shift from body positivity to neutrality happened and what sort of people spear headed it and getting really frustrated so I'm just posting it here:

I genuinely understand that a lot of people want to decenter the value of beauty from their lives because of the superficial nature of beauty and the Genuine Earth Shattering despair that caring about beauty can bring but like? One thing I have noticed is that a LOT of the people who are speaking in favor of body neutrality over body positivity are people who....are relatively close to or in proximity to the beauty standard?

And don't get me wrong, things like body dysmorphia and the Beauty Standard TM can hurt all sorts of people- It's kind of the point of them. The fact that nobody will ever be good enough for the standard is what keeps people consuming things and products that will bring them "closer" to it. But it does not escape me that a lot of the people who are pushing for body neutrality are also people that don't necessarily benefit from trying to broaden what we define as beautiful? Like....even if you don't FEEL beautiful, if you were a thin conventionally attractive white person, your proximity to the conventional beauty standard can leave you feeling like there is no need or benefit to actually challenging these beauty standards.

To clarify the perspective I am approaching this conversation from: I am a POC who is pretty "ambiguously brown". I benefit from colorism in the sense that I am of a lighter-medium tone of skin. And I have experienced some pretty drastic weight fluctuations since I was a child. I struggle pretty badly with body dysmorphia, and so I have no idea whether or not I am ugly or beautiful or whatever, but I have been bullied and complimented on my appearance on and off since childhood as well. For me personally the body positivity movement has been the Most helpful because it's actually forced me to confront and break down the preferences I was taught to have, whereas with body neutrality it was REALLY easy to slip into just. Passively allowing ableist, racist, and classist mindsets to wear me down.

I think it's also really important to recognize that allowing yourself to continue to passively hate YOURSELF for these things almost always always always leads to you inadvertently looking down on others for these same things. And these general beauty standards DEFINITELY inform how society as a whole treats people who do not meet the current ones.... When you're not being bullied because people think you are ugly, of course you do not feel any urgency about trying to fight the idea that you are.

I personally really appreciated the body positivity movement because of the way that it was proactively challenging those beauty standards to point out that one) our perception of beauty is rooted in a lot of racist and classist standards and two) that because beauty is subjective, it inherently applies to all of us?

I just feel like body positivity was doing a lot more to actually work on rewiring ones brain to confront the biases that they have and to garner more of a proactive appreciation for all kinds of bodies...Whereas with body neutrality, it can sometimes feel like it is? A bit of an excuse to never put in that work to acknowledge that fat people, or people with big noses, or people with acne, or people with darker skin, are also beautiful? It's really frustrating with me because I feel like it allows a passive coasting by of these mindsets that we were all raised with, with the argument that these are mindsets we were all raised with?

I think additionally I am also just a bit frustrated with the idea that there is a "better" standard to use when judging the value of one's body. I understand the mindset of prioritizing it's function over it's appearance....Also as a disabled person that does not make me feel even a little bit better or appreciatiative about/for my body.

I think personally what I wish the mindset was when it came to bodies was more like this:

-We acknowledged that the value of our bodies is priceless regardless of how functional or beautiful we are.

-We still worked towards unpacking our conceptions of what is and isn't beautiful: Challenged these harmful standards and allowed room for personal growth in the way that we view ourselves and other people.

-Prioritized personhood over both form and function while still allowing room and grace for the human parts of us that want to feel beautiful or want to not think about beauty at all.....

Just. Blah I have a lot of feelings and opinions about it but my main points are like) consider how your refusal to endure the discomfort of challenging your preferences affects and informs your treatment of other people and)

[electricbluebutterflies]

“rise and shine, sweet thing." for hellcheer

PG-ish, pre-relationship, also on ao3.

It takes Chrissy a hot moment to piece together the last twelve hours or so of her life.

Body, intact but with the kind of pulsing headache that reminds her that canned margaritas do not mess around. Clothes still on as she remembers them. Currently curled up under a ridiculous amount of blankets on a couch that’s probably older than she is. Currently…

“Rise and shine, sweet thing.”

There are, at least, some very obvious explanations for all of the above. She’ll take what she can get.

It takes Chrissy a few more moments to open her eyes, to fully process that the boy she has a crush on is hovering over her, and the first thing she thinks is that his hair is apparently a mess in the mornings and braiding it before sleep would really help and-

She shouldn’t be having these thoughts yet. A certain part of her brain figures she might as well, given everything else, but-

“I didn’t dream,” she says before he can even ask. “Promise.”

The way she sees it, the way she explains this particularly long summer, Eddie Munson is a person constantly in need of a project and protecting her keeps him out of trouble. It’s a decent trade, all factors considered, and Chrissy’s gotten all too comfortable with it, and-

“Good to know, also not my starting question.”

“Which was going to be…?”

“I know you’re an ethereal being and all, but that couch is still not something anyone falls asleep on voluntarily.”

There are… definitely a few questions she has about what goes on in his mind sometimes, but she’s decided his intentions to treat her like a fairy princess are at least harmless so it’s easier to just let those comments go. Sweet, if a little weird, and-

“And I did because…?”

“I suggested the floor. We compromised.”

Again. Canned margaritas do not mess around.

“You could’ve moved me. I’m tiny enough.”

“Wasn’t sure…”

“I trust you. And I don’t remember that part of the night anyways. A few moments in your arms probably wouldn’t have registered.”

“Still. Principle of the thing. Don’t do anything to questionably conscious women. Except make a blanket nest for them, I wasn’t sure…”

Late summer in southern Indiana isn’t the time of year most people want cocoon mode, but Chrissy runs cold – small body, almost no fat on her even now – and she’s not complaining about her current condition. “Perfectly fine.”

“I don’t… do this. I’m not-“

He’s particularly cute when he’s awkward, she thinks, not quite blushy but like the boy version of it all the same, usual confidence ignored for a while and-

Her hands poke out of the blanket nest and take his. “You take care of me. You’re good at that.”

“Least I can-“

“Stop, okay? You’re real and… it means a lot to me.”

This isn’t what they could become, she knows, not yet and maybe not for a while. She’s taking a year off before college – needs to make sure she’s physically okay before she moves an hour and a half from home – and her mom’s hoping she’ll use that time to find a nice boy and get married and… she’s done one of those things, and the other could still absolutely happen, and-

“Good reminder you have low standards,” Eddie laughs.

“Eclectic, not low.”

“Remind me, you drink bad instant coffee?”

“I do when I’m here…”

He takes care of her, she thinks as she shifts her position under the blanket nest and decides she doesn’t get why he hates that couch so much. Maybe, maybe someday she’ll take care of him too.

[feederandfeedee]

Do you read/ take interest in any fat liberation stuff?

I do to an extent. I agree with a lot of the sentiment that the fat liberation movement has. Society could be more accepting of fat people. Fat people shouldn’t have to suffer with the hate and the inaccessibility that we do face. I have reached out to airlines in the past about expanding their seat sizes to be more accommodating to bigger bodies and I’ve even been featured in an online magazine talking about fat-phobia and fat acceptance (I would link that article but for privacy purposes I don’t feel comfortable sharing that here). So I’ve very much fat positive and for fat liberation.

But one issue I find with the fat liberation moment is that a lot of activists paint a really ugly picture about being fat in our society. Yes society sucks towards fat people but I don’t feel like my life is an absolutely living hell and society doesn’t necessarily make me feel like an ugly, nonhuman being that gets zero respect. I’m actually living a pretty decent life and the societal hate towards fat people isn’t something that significantly alters my quality of life.

Maybe that’s because I am medium sized fat person and people bigger than I am are treated worse than I am. I can see how that’s a possibility and because of that, I continue to speak out and attempt to make a difference for fat liberation.

Or maybe it’s because I just don’t care about what other people say and think. Regardless I’m more likely to encourage someone to learn to love their body and ignore negative opinions about their body from outsiders than I am to persuade someone to become an activist in the fat liberation movement. I just feel that my calling is to help individuals on a more personal level than it is to speak outwardly to the masses. But I appreciate those who do speak outwardly and I know that those things can make a difference in the bigger picture. On an individual level, I feel as though helping one person see themself in a more positive light, even in a society that says they’re body is bad, is more rewarding than fighting for change that may or may not happen. I want people to be able to live their lives to the fullest whether or not society opens their heart. Because either way that’s what we deserve.

[gluttonygirls]

Just enough time wobbling to arrive at the Red Queen's rose garden for her Red Velvet Party. Of course, only people as grand as the Queen are invited, so the guest list is a bit short...might explain the surplus of cake and chatter from the Queen now that she has a guest.

I did think it was odd how the guards had graciously parted for me as I approached the gates of the castle, but... I had half assumed it was to get out of the way of my width. I was nearly twice as wide as I was tall now, by titanic figure quaking and jiggling with every plodding step I took. The dress I had stolen was still fitting decently over me, but I could feel a draft again.

There was no doubt that my doughy couch cushion sized cheeks were straining my underwear as I lumbered through the castle gates, my lower half on full display. I saw a few guards stare at my enormous legs, pointing out how my thighs were heavy enough to crumple their helmets between. That my calves were sagging over my ankles to almost squish against my feet.

I huffed in indignation at the comments towards my belly swinging out from under the front of my dress, but I couldn't refute them. Even with the hem of my dress reaching my waist, my gut fell much farther than that.

Looking up as I stopped to take a breath, staring at the castle grounds, it was pretty, even if it was also very gaudy. All around me were hedges of rose bushes, the same candy kind I had eaten near the Hattress's gardens. Gold and ruby ornaments glistened in the moonlight, showing off just how powerful and rich the owner was.

Stumbling forward, eager to find somewhere to rest my fat ass, I could see a large table set up between the hedge rows. Not only was it set with a huge platter of food and goods, more than I had seen since I had arrived, towering ten feet in the air, but it even had a seat wide enough for my ass!

Yawning as I made my way over, I sat my huge rear down on the wooden seat. Maybe it was magic, but it held as my half ton of weight came down on it. Adjusting my dress, trying to look more decent, I glanced up at the tower of food in front of me.

...Everyone had wanted me to eat since I got here, and somehow I was still hungry...

Reaching forward to the first treat, I stuffed it right past my lips. It was good, but in a strangely bland way, as if it were made to be thoughtlessly eaten and not really enjoyed. And since it was so unsatisfying, I had another. And another. And another.

My arms moved mechanically as a I sat at the table, drearily stuffing my face. As I ate, my belly growing bigger and softer, I had a thought. As I felt my gut touch the grass below me, my fat hips starting to bulging over the sides of the twelve foot wide bench, an epiphany teased me.

It was only as my fat upper arm smacked against my bloated boob, jiggling it, that my eyes widened as the realization hit me.

Can you get tired in a dream?

"Excuse me? What do you think you're doing?"

Pausing mid bite, my hands full of chunks of cake I had ripped out of a confection, my eyes slowly drifted to the side. Blocking out the moon, stars, and most of the torch light as she loomed over me, was a woman even fatter than I am. If I weren't in such a gluttonous haze I definitely would have felt the earth shake beneath me or had heard the sound of her belly dragging along the ground. The royal figure could barely bend her arms they were so encased in fat, but still she managed to set them on her hips in an impatient gesture. Looking at me with her ruby red eyes, she tossed back her fat head, flicking away hair of the same deep color.

"I certainly didn't invite any guests to my midnight snack tonight. The guards told me that someone was stealing my food. It wouldn't be you, would you?"

"...ulp."

Swallowing heavily, I could almost hear the dull sound of the dense piece of cake landing in my stomach. Putting back what I was holding, I smiled nervously.

"I-I'm sorry, it was all so good looking, and I was just so hungry, a-and..."

I'm so, so dead.

Weight: 960lbs -> 1290lbs

[anco-writes]

Decompressing

This is technically our official pride post! This story was written by and stars Squiggles, and was themed around self acceptance. It’s difficult to have such wild dreams while still wanting to go through life treated with basic dignity.

As with all my writing, you shouldn’t read it if the thought of a character getting fat is distressing to you, because it happens a lot in my work.

Squiggles, a hacker with a storied past, gets cold feet as she contemplates her new roll as an academic researcher when an old friend shows up and offers her a way out.

This is a canon work btw! If you’re ever interested in asking questions about my setting I’m literally always excited to answer questions :3 asks and dms are welcome

FA upload: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52685857/

If you enjoyed it and want to support me in continuing this endeavor, a tip to https://ko-fi.com/ancocalcen would be super fucking nice :3

Decompressing By AnCo Calcen (Squiggles)

Squiggles stood before a full length mirror, huffing and puffing at the sight that came before her. The green dragon had undressed herself, save for a pair of rings, one on each paw. She was feeling a flood of emotions at the plump figure that looked back at her, her full cheeks turning red at the scales. She couldn’t help the way her paws drifted over her figure, rolling over her pot belly or cupping her soft heavy breasts. It had been ages since she was this specific level of fat, and she was marveling at how differently she wore it this time.

“God I can’t believe I’m really letting this happen… Soleil’s gonna kill me…” She turned around, lifting her massive chunky tail with one hand to see her plump ass beneath it, a wiggle of her hips causing the padding of peach to wobble in time with her thighs. They definitely had looked more shapely last time, the muscles beneath visible, but under two layers of compression, her delicate frame looked as if it didn’t contain an ounce of hard muscle for all the softness she bore. 

“Now why would I go and do a thing like that?” A familiar voice came from the opposite end of the room, and Squiggles quickly looked away from the mirror and to the window where the voice had come from. Her paws quickly scrambled, one arm covering her chest while the other just… vaguely padded at her belly, as if she could hide it that way. 

“S-S-S-Soleil!?” Squiggles’ already high pitched voice jumped an octave when she saw her old friend sitting in the frame of her window, staring directly at her with a devilish smile. The rabbit woman was sparsely dressed in a short kimono tied over her middle. Her generous bust looked like it would fall out if she moved too swiftly, but Squiggles knew she had a supernatural knack for avoiding such wardrobe disasters, though the matching shorts that only covered the top ass of her perfect plump ass stretched the limits of imagination that she could stay decent in such a skimpy outfit. The brilliant fiery orange of her fur was easily visible in all the other places that weren’t covered. A long curved sword leaned against her shoulder, though it was its wielder Squiggles found much more intimidating. “What are you doing here?!”

“First you accuse me of plotting your murder, now I’m not even allowed to come say hi to a friend?” The bunny gave a small chuckle, smiling sweetly as she continued watching Squiggles from her perch. “You know that’s not what I mean!” Squiggles gave a pout, slowly pulling her paws away. “I mean, you’ve never been interested in magic summits or anything like that, and you know most of the people here would be really weird about you…” Her voice fell, thinking about the way her peers would react to the half demon woman made her feel dirty for even agreeing to take part in this stupid simposium.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not here for anybody else but you. Come on, we haven’t seen each other in years. I thought you’d be happier to see me drop in.”

“Of course I’m happy to see you! I just… come on don’t make me say it…” She looked down, her green cheeks turning bright red as her tail coiled around her leg. She waited for a moment, hoping Soleil would take the wheel and point out the obvious, but if she really wasn’t going to, the plump dragon was left with no option but to be blunt. “I’ve been neglecting my training! I’ve gotten so f… fat…” Despite herself, a flutter of excitement and embarrassment ran through her, her tail instinctively squeezing around her leg. 

Soleil Barked out a laugh, slapping her exposed thigh as she finally moved, putting her sword to the side of the window and standing up to enter the room properly. “Oh please, It’s been years since you trained under me, and it was you who was invested in getting strong like me, remember? Besides…” She stopped before Squiggles, the disparity in their heights causing Squiggles to have to crane her neck slightly to look up at the tall shapely rabbit. “Remember when we first met?”

Visions of Soleil stuck in an aqueduct, inflated and massive and needing Squiggles to pull her out ran across her mind, which only made her more flustered as she thought about how easily she got massive. She began to stammer out an objection, but Soleil cut her off, carefully pressing herself to Squiggles’ side, turning her to face both of them in the mirror. Their figures were quite contradicting. Soleil was tall, a good couple of feet taller than Squiggles, not to mention shapely and curvy. Her thighs didn’t jiggle like Squiggles’ did, her small pouch of a belly looked almost tactical compared to the doughy mass at Squiggles’ middle. Of course, Squiggles couldn’t help noticing that Soleil’s chest was larger than her own, which got her thinking about Soleil’s chest being pressed to her own which made the unfortunately aroused dragon cover her plump face in shame. 

“You can be a competent fighter at any size, as long as that’s what you’re interested in. You’ve seen me fight at ten times your current size, so why would I care that my friend has gotten a little tubby? Besides, how often are you even getting into fist fights these days? Unless the brawling at the College buffets is as legendary as I hear~” She gave Squiggles’ plump belly a soft wobble with her enormous orange paw, causing the dragon to let out a strange confused whimper.

“Well, i mean, yes, that’s true, you certainly can, I mean, no it’s, I’m not fist fighting people at the buffet! I just don’t want you to feel like all that training was for nothing if I’m just gonna let myself get all soft and huge.” She kept looking between herself and Soleil, noting all the disparity in their figures.

“Seriously Squiggles? You need to take some responsibility for your own feelings. It doesn’t matter how I feel about your training, it’s not like I had anything better to do at the time, and I got a wonderful friendship with a charming little dragon out of it, not to mention a connection with the budding computer genius.” Soleil moved around behind Squiggles this time, cupping her soft belly in both paws, the massive hands of the sword master nearly covering up the entire soft dough ball. “You need to decide if this new life of research and gluttony is for you. If it’s not, you can go back out that window with me, we’ll hit up the dojo, and help you start working this off. We could even go on another adventure if that’s really what you wanted.”

Squiggles felt her heart sink at the mention of leaving her work behind, and doubly so at the idea of all the hard work she’d have to do to lose all the weight she’d gained. “There’s an awful lot to work off, I don’t think I could do it…” 

“Please, this little thing? Give me a week.” Squiggles was already about to offer an explanation for her words, but Soleil kept talking. “But we’re not talking about this little thing are we? Sorry, I know you’ve got to take those rings off to let them recharge.” She released her friend, standing back with her arms folded beneath her chest. “Go on, that’s what you were about to do before I interrupted, right?”

Squiggles felt that same electric feeling of confusion and arousal run through her, doubled in its intensity as she contemplated the ramifications of removing those rings in front of Soleil. Her fingers began to wiggle uncomfortably as she looked down at them, breath reduced to a ragged pant as she tried to squirm her way out of it. “I, w-well I did still want to talk to you, but, I really would rather do it with the rings on, and-”

“Alright! You’re the same as ever Squiggles, don’t change. Fine, you know those millions of favors you’ve managed to owe me? I’m cashing in now, take the rings off. In front of me, or I’ll take them off myself.” That same devious grin returned, and Squiggles felt her tail swishing back and forth behind her as she shivered in anticipation. 

“Oh… but… w-well, alright, fine, you win… just… It really is a lot…” Squiggles gulped, taking a step towards the center of the room before she suddenly felt Soleil’s paw on the small of her back.

“Do it in front of the mirror, you like watching it, don’t you?” The command was firm but made Squiggles squirm about as she stared at herself once more. She did this every night, but what she hadn’t exactly admitted to herself or anyone else was that she relished in the sight of her body unfurling every night. 

She couldn’t find the words to respond to Soleil with, so instead she just focused on herself in the mirror, and slowly reached her left hand over to her right, grasping the ring at the base of her ring finger. After a moment of hesitation, she began to wiggle it forward. Her finger visibly fattened as it began to come loose, a failsafe designed to help push the ring off when it was being removed  so that it wouldn’t end up getting stuck and breaking. With one final, gentle tug, it came loose, and its magical enchantment over Squiggles’ body vanished. Across her entire body, her weight fell forward, her small plump belly cascading out into a grand gut that slapped into her thighs, which thickened up in tandem, forcing her to widen her stance. She grew ever so slightly taller as well, a combination of her normal height being returned as well as just her paws growing fatter. She’d been on the upper end of chubby before, but she shot up to a grand display of obesity. Her plump paws shakily grabbed the folds of her belly, giving it a heft as she continued to watch herself grow in the mirror, her expanding sides quickly eclipsing Soleil who stood behind her, even if the towering bunny’s chest remained visible over her shoulder. 

It slowly came to a halt, Squiggles standing stock still as she breathed in and out, and the silence of that moment was pierced by a wolf whistle delivered by a rabbit. “God damn girl! You really know how to carry that weight. I can even kinda sorta see some muscles now that you’re not hiding it all away.” The decompressing dragon gave a strangled gasp at the compliment, her chubby cheeks turning to a smile as her tail continued to swish behind her. Soleil sank her paw into Squiggles’ bicep, squishing it to feel at the muscle beneath, tracing along it to end up at her left hand, taking the ring out of the pudgy paw that clasped it. “These rings sure are impressive… Well?”

“W… well what?” Squiggles gasped out, looking up from herself in the mirror to Soleil. The rabbit proceeded to kneel down, her muzzle gently resting on the top shelf of Squiggles’ belly as she smiled sweetly, her paws gently kneading the half decompressed gut beneath her. “You’ve still got one ring on, don’t you? Or do you have more? Are you secretly absolutely massive and you’ve got like 10 more hidden away?”

The combination of Soleil kneading her belly and accusing her of secretly being a multi ton blob had the dragon gasping and moaning, her paws shakily going to meet once more. “N-No, I really only have just the two…”

“For now.”

“F… for now…” She admitted, slowly slipping the second off as she began to blimp up in earnest. Wearing multiple compression rings resulted in diminishing returns, meaning her second round of growth was far more explosive this time. Soleil stayed firmly rooted in front of her, shifting her stance so that she was holding Squiggles’ belly. As a result, rather than just letting her gut flood out in front of her, she suddenly felt like she was pressed to a wall, and as her body inflated with the fat it had hidden away, she was forced to take awkward waddling steps backward. Her belly would have quickly fallen straight past her thighs to the floor if Soleil weren’t holding it up, and the strange sensation caused her to feel like she was falling backwards as her swelling breasts were also forced further up into her vision by her belly being held aloft. She almost couldn’t see past them to look at herself growing in the mirror, a thought that only got her more excited as her cheeks continued to encroach on her vision. 

“Let it all out big dragon! Look at you, you must have worked really hard to get this huge!” Soleil’s words of encouragement made Squiggles dizzy, the fat dragon moaning out in pleasure as she continued to grow, the tidal wave of her gut continuing to envelop the swordmaster rabbit. Any normal person would have been flattened under the barrage of scaled blubber being unleashed upon them, but as Soleil said, she was used to handling heft. 

In no time at all, even with Soleil’s assistance in holding her belly up, Squiggles found herself being overwhelmed by the forces of growth and her own arousal, and she was forced to fall backwards, her enormous couch smothering ass slamming onto the ground as she let out a startled yelp. The sudden motion of her belly falling backwards pulled Soleil to her feet as she continued to hug the enormous gut. Soleil looked invigorated, and to Squiggles’ muffled surprise, at some point during her growth, the orange rabbit had shed her own clothing, her soft warrior’s physique laying against her bloated body. Due to the extreme difference in their height, Soleil was nearly face to face with Squiggles after falling forward onto the dragon, their plush chests pressed against one another which had Squiggles huffing and panting, something that Soleil definitely took note of.

“Wow, would you look at that, you even managed to outgrow me there~ I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, you’re the size of a whale, how much do you weigh? It’s got to be over a ton. Do you have a goal in mind? Shooting for two? Ten? I bet you can do it if you put your mind to it, you wouldn’t struggle to find a whole hoard of ‘kobolds’ to feed this titanic gut of yours.” Soleil blabbered on about how pleased she was with Squiggles’ growth, and the fat dragon couldn’t find the energy to respond. It was the most exciting thing she’d ever done, decompressing in front of someone like that, a personal night time ritual suddenly embraced and brought to the light of day. It was no longer something she could pretend didn’t happen.

“Come on Squigs, as much as we’d both love the sight of you spilling out over the floor, you’re not quite big enough to abandon the idea of hauling your tubby tail back to bed.” Soleil gave Squiggles a kiss on the cheek, standing upright and once again towering over the little dragon, doubly so now that she had fallen onto her ass.

“I… I guess I do need a little assistance, I don’t usually fall over like that.” She looked away at that last comment, pouting slightly at the fact that she’d been thrown over like that. She had a hard enough time accepting how she’d changed over the last year, the last person she wanted to be seen as an unwieldy blob by was Soleil, and yet the cruel bunny had bullied her and knocked her over. “If you could just grab my, N-NOT THERE, AH!” 

Squiggles began to flail her stubby arms about as Soleil leaned down behind her, slapped her paws onto the buttery surface of her enormous thighs, and lifted her up into the air all in one clean motion. She knew Soleil was supernaturally strong, but it never failed to surprise her when the rabbit would display her strength so casually. Much like her compression, it was normally something Soleil kept close to her chest. “Now now, no need to get all huffy just because I knocked you down with your cascading belly, I’m sure you’d have loved it a lot more if it’d floored me. You’re gonna have to work a lot harder if you wanna be more than I can handle, honestly, you’re barely all that tubby~” She nuzzled her cheek against Squiggles, bouncing the roly poly dragon about which sent massive ripples through her jiggly frame.

Squiggles wasn’t reacting to the sudden manhandling the way she wanted to. She wanted to get upset, or complain, but it just felt so… perfect and right. The perfect combination of being enormous and taking up so much space, while feeling small compared to her partner. Not that Soleil was her partner or anything, they were just good friends! Right? She whimpered as she slowly began to nuzzle back against Soleil, accepting her fate as she was marched back over to her enormous luxury bed before being dropped onto its surface, her belly rolling out past her legs as Soleil got to work making her comfortable, propping her up with a multitude of pillows so that she could retain some dignity as they spoke. Once Soleil sat back down on the bed, smiling like the sun at her as she continued to shift her cagey glances elsewhere, she finally broke down and met Soleil’s gaze, reiterating her question from earlier. “Really, what are you doing here? Not that this hasn’t been… more fun than I’d care to admit, but really, how’d you even know about this?” “Oh, that’s another easy one. Sirj asked me to check on you.” She layed out on her side on the bed, gently kneading at Squiggles’ belly.

 “Sirj!?” The pink maned box suddenly sprang to the front of Squiggles mind, wondering why the hell her friend and research associate would send her former martial arts instructor to sneak into her room. “What’s going through that air headed villain’s brain?” The two had a close friendship, especially these days, with Sirj championing Squiggles’ appointment to a head research position. Many looked down on the uncultured Dragon with no formal training, but Sirj put such foolish notions aside and praised her for her unmatched talent in the area of light magic and applied magitech, and made sure everyone knew how much of a savant she was.

“Be nice to the big box. It told me they were worried about you.” Squiggles felt her large ears pin back slightly at the reprimand, suddenly feeling bad for lashing out at Sirj. “It was their idea to get you fast tracked to this research job, and they said they were worried you weren’t actually happy with it. So, long story short, they give me orders to kidnap you. If you needed an out, nobody would fault you for suddenly disappearing from an abduction.” Soleil dropped that bomb on Squiggles so casually that the dragon didn’t quite know how to respond, especially when the rabbit took that time to add a little teasing. “Though they’d certainly be surprised how I took off with a butterball like you~” She wiggled slightly as she said that, jiggling Squiggles belly with her paws.

“S-Soleil! That tickles, w-we’re trying to have a serious conversation!” She whined and squirmed, and Soleil quickly relented, sensing the first hint of a genuine show of disapproval to her antics since she’d shown up. “I… I can’t believe they’d do that for me. I mean, it’s not true though!” She suddenly leaned forward, her puffy paws held up above her chest. “I’ve been so excited about this research position! I’m gonna get to have my own custom lab that I can kit out with all my own accessories and gadgets, it’ll be my own private machine heaven! I’ll be able to spend all day watching my surveillance network, I wouldn’t have to interact with anybody I didn’t want to directly cause I could just make them talk to a screen, and… and well I could keep eating and… and get as big as I wanted…”

Soleil sighed dreamily, now resting her cheek on Squiggles’ belly as she proceeded to pet her gently. “Out of all the benefits, you didn’t mention anything about actually researching. You’re not interested in discovering more fundamental truths about the workings of magic and machines, are you?”

Squiggles couldn’t help but deflate slightly, her paws resting on her bloated sides as she looked away once more. “Well.. well yeah but… I mean, if that’s what I have to do to be able to live how I want… We all have to make sacrifices for our dreams, don’t we?” For the first time that night, Squiggles seemed genuinely sad, her paws running over one another as if she were looking for the compression rings to hide her shame back away once more. “I loved going on adventures with you, and I had a lot of fun, but I… I like being like this, all soft and protected, not having to fight constantly…”

“So find a different way. You like looking like this, not like you do when you’re compressed. You’d rather be waddling around here having people swoon over your body than being forced to constantly prove you belong. There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re not the only person in the world with your powers, with your aspect. Personally, I think it’s pretty ass backwards that they’re putting you in this position because of your aspect while they preach that aspectology is outdated. It’s the kind of hypocrisy I can’t abide.” Soleil reached her large fluffy paws out and grabbed Squiggles’ hands in her own, the bloated hands of the dragon fitting into her unusually large hands perfectly. “It’s up to you of course, if you do run away, they’ll probably never give you a second chance, but Sirj has already given you its blessing. Your work with Sirj has already progressed this realm’s understanding of technology by hundreds of years, you don’t owe it to anybody to stick around to advance it another twenty or thirty.”

“W… Well that’s… But I…” Squiggles stammered, pouting as she squeezed Soleil’s paws. “That’s not fair! You know I hate having to play devil’s advocate… How am I supposed to make the right decision with you whispering in my ear like the demon you are when I don’t even have a little… corporate stooge angel to balance it out.”

Soleil laughed a bit, smiling as she nuzzled against her friend. “That’s the huffy little squiggles I know~ Give Myrturl some credit at least, they’re not a corporation. They’re an independent federation of researchers, I mean they published all your patents to a global scale at no cost to consumers. Sure that means you don’t get any revenue off it, but now the whole world gets to benefit. I can’t argue that it wouldn’t be selfless and for the good of all Denizens for you to continue working here.” Squiggles’ face fell a bit at that, as if she’d already accepted that as Soleil telling her she had to do this. “But! Even if they’re good people who do good work, it’s not like the world will end if you stop. You deserve to follow your dreams, no matter what they look like. They’re not perfect either, and they’re not the only right choice. Maybe you’d be better off working with Hector again, hell I bet that deranged lunatic would hook you up with a much better techno labyrinth.” 

Squiggles blushed a bit as she smiled, paws on her cheeks as she contemplated Soleil’s words deeply, not just jumping to the first conclusion she came across. “I… I want to do a lot. I love the time I spent with you, even though we didn’t make huge discoveries that changed everybody’s lives, we had a lot of fun, and touched a lot of people’s stories. I also love working with Sirj and proving that good things can also come from the slums in these stupid prestigious and hallowed halls. And Hector… well… That was a lot of fun, it was cool having someone who knew exactly what they wanted to do with my powers, but I did kind of feel like a tool… I wish I could find that robot again.”

Soleil gave a shrug, reaching up to gently rub Squiggles’ face. “I’ll keep my eye out for him for you.”

“Thanks… but yeah… more than anything I like… Mff… I like being big and fat and soft and eating too much. I like sitting in my chair with all of this weighing down on me, my paws working the computers and my eyes reading the monitors, the only parts of me that need to move as I suck down nutrient rich smoothies all night long. I like when my compression rings suddenly fail when I’m walking about and suddenly everybody feels like they have to make room for me, I like hiding it all away to prove that I’m actually a badass beneath it all when it comes to that, and I like being so damn big nobody can move me-”

“Nobody but me-”

“Even you!” She hadn’t expected that response from Soleil, or for her own retort to be snapped out so suddenly. “I… I mean it. I want to be big, huge, uncomfortably, awkwardly, unreasonably and unavoidably enormous. It’s all I can think about lately” She bit her lip, burying her flabby face in her paws. “Which is embarrassing! I want to be taken seriously, but I also want to be an unendingly hedonistic dream!” 

Soleil looked a bit taken aback, not expecting such a passionate response to her little boast. It clearly wasn’t something Squiggles said lightly, she knew exactly how much Soleil could carry afterall… “Hey. you took me seriously when I was the size of your house and I killed those shadow hounds. You also took me seriously when you helped me deflate. You saw me when I was immense and immobile but carrying myself with dignity. You didn’t look down on me, in fact you looked up to me. Just because you’re not made out of slime and can’t do everything I could doesn’t mean you can’t do so much more. If you were the size of a house, you’d just hack into that same house and defend yourself with all the tools inside. You can be a big beautiful bloated blimp and a bad bitch Squigs!” 

Once again, Soleil invoked their meeting, and Squiggles felt silly. She’d been nothing, she didn’t know magic, she couldn’t fight, it was no surprise that the larger than life rabbit had inspired her so much. She also supposed the fact that her best friend and role model was known to get huge when she made contact with water was part of the reason she was so obsessed with the idea of getting huge herself. “You… you really mean it? I mean…”

“Of course I mean it. Just because you’ve packed on a ton doesn’t mean I’m any less your friend. I mean honestly, I think you look amazing and I’d love nothing more than to stick around a few nights until you look like this with both of those rings on… but I digress. Not everybody accepts you as you are now, not everybody’s gonna accept you when you outgrow this room.” The way she spoke of it as an inevitability sent shivers down Squiggles’ spine. “You can always count on me, and Sirj, and all your other friends. Sirj can keep banging those rings out for you until your hands look like a queen’s, and if you ever decide your bottomless pit of a stomach is more important than your work, I’ll be there to pick you up, take you someplace nice and secluded, make sure that nobody can pick you up ever again, even me. Whether you’re dragging your tail down the buffet, taking up an entire underground storage facility with your thick rolls of fat, or just looking a little plump as you present your latest findings, you’ll always be you, and you’ll always be able to take things as far as you like.”

Squiggles was smiling sheepishly, her fat tail thumping on the bed behind her as she reached out and hugged Soleil close, her enormous blubber bound arms and bedlike surface sinking the rabbit deeply into her overwhelming softness as they shared that soft embrace in silence for a little while longer. “I… I don’t think I need to be kidnapped tonight. But um, maybe if some dastardly thief snuck in and stole my compression rings…”

Soleil’s antenna-like ears sprang up at the suggestion, a pleased look of shock on her soft features which turned into a demonic grin as she stood up. “You’d have to go up and give that whole speech looking like a fat bloated mess. I guess that’d be better than having them give out on you in the middle of the show, I mean could you imagine, blimping out like you just did in front of hundreds of your peers?” Squiggles began to huff and puff, her hips rocking as Soleil walked away to pick up both rings and tuck them into a small pouch that hung from the sheath of her sword. “By the way, do you have any food in here? I can’t imagine an indolent pile of blubber like you wouldn’t have a midnight snack or ten hidden around here.”

Squiggles continued to whimper in abject pleasure, her jaw hanging open as she tried to look around her rolling sides down to the space beneath her bed. “U-Under there, I um, actually have some of those nutrient rich smoothies, I usually drink one before bed…”  Soleil just nodded, her paws working over her exposed chest as she got into the mood, pulling the box from beneath Squiggles’ bed. She popped it open with a gleefully mouthed “click!” as she looked over the ten travel containers, each one feeling like it was full of lead. “Oh my god Squiggles, how are you still mobile?” She picked one up, feeling a supernatural cold permeate its metal surface as she realized it was being kept cold by magic.

The fat dragon gave a huff, stammering once again as she tried to justify herself. “I only drink one a night, honest!” She was cut off by Soleil sitting down beside her, the bunny’s back against the dragon, her fluffy puff of a tail feathering over Squiggles’ rolling sphere of a gut as she pulled the first thermos out and unscrewed the top. “Seriously, i don’t know if I could even stomach two of those…”

“Oh, so if I were to say, force you to drink all ten of these, you’d be super stuffed in the morning, and you’d have to give your speech while all you could think about was how bloated and full you were?” Squiggles didn’t protest, instead she simply nodded, licking her lips with excitement as the bunny took that as her sign. She lunged forward, the top of the thermos stuffed into Squiggles’ muzzle, its contents falling down her throat as she began to gulp helplessly. It took a minute to drink the whole thing down, and her already titanic leaden ball of a gut suddenly felt that much heavier, a dazed belch leaving the fat green dragon’s muzzle.

“One down, nine to go~” Squiggles didn’t know if she really could drink all of that, but Soleil was diligent and a practiced hand at feeding, she made sure that her friend went to bed with a bloated belly that made the rest of her plump body look small. She’d need help even getting out of bed in the morning, though she certainly didn’t need assistance falling asleep. The fattened dragon groaned, slipping into a deep slumber, unable to keep her mind about her with so much food in her. Soleil rubbed over her handiwork, appreciating the way her soft underbelly rolled and spread about, the blending of fat and solid mass of food within giving her a unique and pleasant texture. 

Soleil gathered up her things, slipping her slight clothing back on and grabbing her sword. She’d swing by Sirj’s dorm and give the rings to it for safekeeping, let them know Squiggles’ answer, and to insist that they make sure somebody would go check on their mutual friend in the morning, preferably someone who had a fondness for fat dragons.

[anextrapart]

I didn't know dogs could get obese.

Like, my dog is the spoiled-est girl in the world and healthy weight for her ~30lbs and her entire life she's been between 29-31lbs.

Like, she loves food (duh, she's a dog) and i can't resist feeding her (i mean, i would resist feeding her if she was unhealthy, but she's never been), but she's still a normal weight for her.

(I mean, she's a whippet mix, so she loves to run and be a general chaos monster, maybe that's why she never gains weight)

What do they do to get their dogs to gain weight.

Yeah, it's... pretty horrific to be honest, when it's really bad. It's usually a combination of way too much food (both meals and treats) and far too little exercise. Most of the dogs I come into contact with (which is a lot) are dramatically under-exercised. Some never get to run at all.

It sounds like you take awesome care of your pup! A lot of the sighthounds like your whippet mix girl are, at least in my experience, not as prone to getting chunky. I expect that's partially because most people know they're supposed to be slender, so it's more obvious when they pack on the pounds. It does happen, though.

Overweight dogs are so common now that most people actually tend to view dogs that are at a healthy weight as too skinny. I've known people with sighthounds who actually get harassed for "starving" their dogs, when in reality the dogs are in excellent physical condition and their body type is just Like That.

It's going to vary depending on the breed, but charts like this give a decent overview of what to look for:

Generally speaking, you want a thin layer of fat over the ribs, some abdominal tuck, and an indent of the waist behind the ribcage. But again, there can be some breed variation there.

For the most part, the dogs I meet who are in these poor conditions get that way because their owners just couldn't be fucked to take care of them properly. Many are a 4 on that chart. I've met more 5's than I care to think about, and it's animal abuse as far as I'm concerned.

[leam1983]

Intimacy

We had our previously-mentioned Gay friends over for dinner and, once again, booze lightened discussion topics all the way down to this lovable, if nosy pair questioning why Walt, Sarah and I weren't more forward with each other.

Sarah tried to go for diplomacy. "I think there's something more fulfilling in treating one another as something like a totality, if that makes sense. We're lovers, sure, but we're also coworkers, friends, best friends - and also mutual points of reference. Actual affection feels like the icing on the cake for me, when there's so many other ways these two guys show me love on the daily."

Walt was his usual sensual and Epicurean self. "Love needs to cook. It needs to simmer, I've found. Good on you guys if you can just go at it from the moment the alarm clock rings, but I need comfort, gratitude and love to sort of rise up to the top of the day's worth of boiling emotions. Everything gets tossed in the pot, to make that work: daily successes and failures, frustrations, annoyances, particular points of attraction..."

Our friends are of Montreal's more libertine Gay circle, comparatively. They're a couple, but they're not exclusive; and they act as though the L word could only ever refer to lust. That's a fissure that's particularly observable if you really pay attention to your local scene's LGBTQA contingent and have some friends in the community. Some of us are lovers, some of us are cuddlers - and some of us act like the eighties never ended and their local Red Light district is an open parade of flesh to consume. Crucially, we're like any other social group in that we don't always understand one another's minutiae. We can respect them, but we don't have to live them.

And, here comes my turn. I sigh and buy some time by going for a bite of Walt's apple crumble.

"Straights have a certain idea of the Gay Couple," I start. "They're fit, decently moneyed, always well dressed - and the experiential value of their existence stands in for other things Straights might recognize, like having kids or investing in a house in the suburbs. That Archetypal Gay Couple prefers to invest in luxury brands, frequent trips, maybe the occasional shot at simulated parenthood with a dog or a cat - and they wear their contentment on their sleeves. They sometimes wonder why people don't just re-jigger their finanaces on a whim - if they were able to tell their bosses to fuck off and then fly to Portofino for two weeks, then surely the Straights can too, right?"

I raise a finger. "You'll tell me this is all wrong, but I'll remind you guys you're up to your third condo renovation in fifteen years. You call yourselves a couple and then brag about finding twinks on Grindr that you then bring home and fingerquotes-added service, to use them as part of threesomes or foursomes..."

They're tense, and I can tell. They're expecting me to get judgey, and I let them stew in it for a few seconds while I drink some soda.

"Some people are happy calling casual sex within and without a consensual structure a form of love, just like some Mormon couples would do exactly what you do, just wrapped in extra layers of justification designed to appease leftover Catholic morals. I've never called Sarah a bitch to work her up, I've never called Walt a fat fuck or whatever else it is you're probably imagining, and the idea of doing what you do with the people I love rubs me the wrong way."

I shrug. "We like to think of ourselves as a big, unified movement standing up against bigotry and general misunderstanding, but the fact is we just cannot consistently understand each other - just like how I can't understand how you two are so insistent we explore your kinks, honestly."

The silence that follows is understandably heavy, but I feel Sarah's hand grip mine. Walt feels obligated to keep his hands in view, so he eventually hooks a foot against one of mine.

Let's call the older one in the couple Peter. The younger one is Bruce. Peter's the first to break out of the malaise I've instigated and nods pointedly. "Oh no, I get it - asserting boundaries makes complete sense, Grem. I'm sorry if we gave you the wrong impression; we probably lost touch with the less-demonstrative crowd from down the street, if you understand."

As Montreal has its drag kings and queens, its out-and-about Queers that aren't shy about turning their sexuality into a sizable chunk of their public image - and then there's Walt, Sarah and I, and people like us. The "stealthy LGBTQA", if you will - those of us who are indeed out to their friends and loved ones, but who chose to internalize their sexuality. I have my Bi and Pride pins, for instance, but I won't put them anytime outside of Pride season. I don't dress in the Bi flag's colors and I'd say it doesn't define the entirety of my identity. It's a good chunk of it, but it's not everything that makes up moi.

Cross me on the street and you won't peg me for a bi man. You won't peg Walt for a gay man on sight, and you won't peg Sarah for a straight woman. You'd have to get to know us to figure it out, in the absence of this blog as a handy reference point.

Bruce speaks up and things clear up instantly. "I just think it might be nice to, y'know..."

The polycule shares a glance. Peter looks remorseful while Bruce looks wounded and hopeful. I've never spotted his signs of infatuation, and I wonder if there are any. They're casual, as I've mentioned, so I have to wonder if this isn't some good old lecherous curiosity. Unfortunately, any hope I would've had to see Bruce being willing to commit to taking things at our speed is obliterated by his next sentence.

"Can I be honest? I just really wanna rail you, Grem."

Brought up like this, in that context - no. That is absolutely not my wheelhouse. I try not to get too icy seeing as this is Bruce making an effort at "friendliness" at the tail-end of an awkward conversation he and his beau initiated, but I think I can be excused if I'm a bit rigid, in-context.

"Not interested, sorry," I flatly reply.

Expectedly enough, Bruce and Peter leave quickly after accepting one token coffee cup. With boundaries having been set, I made an effort to warm things up by discussing our business plans. Peter seemed to take to this like a raft in the ocean, and was more than glad to see us take further steps to leaving the Other Place behind. That allowed us to close the door on them in an at least cordial manner, thank God.

Once they'd left, however, Walter glowers at the door. "What are we supposed to do; plaster a sign out in front that might say We've got a good thing going and aren't a Sainte-Catherine Street flophouse, thank you?!"

Sarah shrugs as she picks up the dishes. "It takes all kinds, Walt. Gay, Bi, Straight, whatever - some people are into building something that's long-lasting and others just want to feel something. It's not just in the Gay circle; you've heard Grem talk about his sad little attempt to visit a strip club after graduating."

I scoff and shake my head. "Some of these dancers were Postgrad students of their own. Some patrons were there to ogle at a respectable distance, others just really wanted sex. These were Straight people, Walt."

I pause to start scrubbing a plate in the sink. "Technically, I've never actually wanted to have sex with either of you, if I'm honest. What I've always wanted was to have someone to love, and to be loved."

That gets Walt to stop and give me a long and thoughtful look. After a few seconds, there's a smile underneath his mustache.

"I never thought of us in these terms before. I approve, honestly."

Sarah, of course, has to deliberately dull that moment of attempted emotional and perceptual depth with a joke.

"Bruce's idea of casual sex is weird, anyway. A little fellatio while the S.O's cutting veggies for supper, a little early-evening anal for cardio, one or two good pumps in the shower, followed by his attempt at Tantric sex, which probably stops at frenzied frottage while mumbling om mani padme om."

Sarah keeps building on this, to the point where we're left cackling and have a hard time being efficient with what's left in the sink.

[wow-cool-robot]

Episode 9: Fly, Gundam

it rules seeing the show go from "every battle just leaves more widows and orphans like me and my son" and amuro nearly killing 2 men for the crime of trying to help a struggling mother to the standard heroic opening

i like how sayla is responsible for everything in this ship. bet she's kind of sick of it though. "you can't sleep? sayla's a med school dropout, you should talk to her!"

fraw bow fussing over amuro while amuro gets paranoid about the whole "amuro only pawn in game of life" thing is very sad

them being told "just figure it out" as the plan of action from the federation higherups is interesting when you consider amuro doesn't really feel he's a part of either side

kai fat shaming this cook while looking the smuggest anyone has ever been in history

amuro saying more or less "i'd eat better, but i can't do that if i'm with other people who can't" is a good moment

feel like i say this almost every episode, but i love that this show is addressing things like food scarcity in ways that feel like they impact the characters

it's nice of them to be so understanding of amuro during wartime

lmao garma's suit is the same color as his hair.

bright: "we don't have time for philosophy! we're going to die" amuro, implicitly: "i would rather die than pilot the gundam" bright: slaps him for being depressed, more than once. "your dad should have been more abusive!"

man, even fraw bow is getting in on it.

me: i am fundementally opposed to the use of child soldiers in battle, and war more broadly. history is a record of their atrocities my therapist: that's fair me: but i do think fraw bow should get to pilot the gundam my therapist: who doesn't

"just aim for the trojan horses engines" is a good strategy. i've been wondering, why do they call it the trojan horse?

hey what the fuck did char just do? what was that cord?

i will say, the physics in this show are super wonky. but whatever, it doesn't bug me too bad this episode, since at least it's trying to explain it

so bright, since you're so impressed, are you going to apologize for hitting him?

oh so he's just trying to get garma killed. garma had a decent plan going, he could have fucked the gundam up if char hadn't interfered.

i guess amuro is a newtype? i think that's what she means by esper

i was going to say i really liked how the show treated lt. matilda, but then it ruined it with the whole "scent of a woman" thing

the esper stuff sort of comes out of nowhere, but since i sort of knew about it going in it doesn't bug me too much. the show is already clearly super influenced by star wars, so i guess adding jedi isn't that much of a stretch. and that's og star wars, so not even jumping around or force pulling a lightsaber, if newtypes are just jedi than they can probably only sense things and maybe mind control, though i doubt that last one. probably wouldn't have much room to come up anyways.

[zeon-twilight]

Labor Value

I've found that I have a decent work ethic in most things I bother to apply myself to, but what's troubling to me lately is how little that seems to matter in 2024. Everyone's broke except for the fat cats who have rigged the system to make the money flow into their pockets, and thus most of us are scrabbling over each other for the scraps. Same as it ever was I guess, but it's become so painfully obvious how much the rich hate the poor. Outsourcing, AI replacing jobs in a variety of fields, and there's always a fresh batch of graduates that haven't truly absorbed the horrors of how disposable the owner class sees us to use up (Even while FUNDING for schools drops of course) I'm not immune to it. Today I helped a couple of my comrades move a bed into the house which will be an improvement in every way. At the same time it was a good deal of effort and multiple hours of work. I like my comrades, and would love to do this favor for free because it is a kindness I wish to give. But one of said comrades has also kept precise logs of my debts to them, and the pragmatic choice would be to request my labor be counted against that, no? Then, if I do that, what is fair to ask? The Minimum wage of the land, what I would ask to use my skills as a freelancer if they were not my comrades? It is frustrating to have to contend with the numbers layer of reality when I would much rather simply have a world in which we made sure human needs were met first. I suppose no human so far has really figured out how to meaningfully make that so for everyone, but the contemplation is worth while I think. Perhaps if more people set about doing what they could to help the world in mutually beneficial ways. Suppose I only need to concern myself with how to treat others (and myself) fairly.

Ta-ta for now, Who/what/where/when-ever you are

[always-andromeda]

Time for a little talk. Skip if you don’t feel like reading. I just wanted to get some thoughts out because I’ve been seeing a lot of fatphobia pop up on my dashboard and I just got some comments that reminded me of it all.

TW: discussion around fatphobia, mention of EDs (nothing graphic), disgusting comments from a disgusting individual.

So a few months ago I made this silly little post:

Essentially, that day I got a load of OOTD videos from a plus size influencer on my for you page. And I was saddened to open the comments on every single one and see that the top comments were all insulting, unfunny comments about this woman who was simply just. Standing in front of a camera. Striking some poses. Showing off her outfit.

However. The other day, I got some particularly gross comments on that post:

Now let me clarify, I didn’t legitimize their comments with a response. I have since blocked them and I’m keeping their username covered because honestly, it’s just some random bullshit blog that reposts stolen aesthetic images from Pinterest and makes disparaging comments about fat people on tumblr. Their life is grim enough by the looks of things.

And I'm not posting this to say, "Look at the mean comments I got!! Feel bad for me!! 🥺" Because if this was just regular old fatphobia, I would've ignored and blocked this bullshit like I've done in the past. But it's that first comment that made me chuckle. Friends, I present to you the weakest excuse I've heard for being an absolute piece of shit:

They put themselves out there. They deserve the insults. Plain and simple.

For extra context: I've been fat my whole life. And I probably always will be. I've been insulted for it by "friends" and bullies alike. No matter how much I've restricted, worked out, binged, and purged, none of it has ever made me lose weight. If anything, all those actions have done to me is physical damage that I can't undo!

But these people don't care about that. They don't care about listening and extending empathy and learning like a decent human being might. Even if a fat person did try and comply with this person's bullshit logic and go to the gym to "fix" themselves, they'd still get treated like shit for the simple fact that they exist and they have a body and they dare to show it in public. There is no correct or incorrect way to be fat.

A person's body does not hold some inherent moral value. Leaving pathetically vile comments on a random post from a random blog you don't even follow sure does hold a moral value though I think! One that matters just an eeeensy bit more than my fat ass saying in a silly tumblr post: "Hey, it'd be really cool if I could just...exist...without getting stomped into oblivion, thanks!"

If I dared to pretend that comments like these are made with a shred of good faith in them, I would argue that there is no "winning" with people like this. They only care to perpetuate a cycle of self loathing and discouragement specifically designed to keep us in the position of being punching bags. All they care to do is hurt people they don't know because the internet has afforded them a level of removal from the rot within their hearts.

I'm not saying anything groundbreaking, I'm aware. There are plenty of folks who are more articulate than I am who have had these conversations dozens of time over.

But these people feed on our misery. They feed on their ability to kick up a fuss and hurt our feelings with half assed insults. One might argue that I'm kicking up a fuss right now typing up a long ass tumblr post in response to two measly comments. If that's your contribution to this discussion, get absolutely fucked, this post isn't for you. It’s not for the commenter either.

This post is for all of my homies who have become the punching bag, both on and offline. Because it hurts either way. I hear you and I see you, friends. And the second you start to doubt yourself when these beasts rear their ugly heads, please remember that their words have nothing to do with you. They use their words and their energy to deliberately cause harm. And there is something deeply wrong with that. Some wrong thing that you don't possess purely for some physical trait. Never ever forget that distinction.

I love you all. I'm glad we exist. And I hope that we can keep spreading love in whatever ways we can.

[the-firebird69]

Gym ka Nasha | gym motivation status | bodybuilder WhatsApp status | #sh...

This man is almost a macaroni and he has a similar problem that Trump does his body is almost perfectly asymmetrical and it's almost exactly right where it should be it's very close certain portions of it are underdeveloped a little bit but not much about 10% which is not very far off of these days a lot of these guys don't even develop certain muscles at times and the way they should be and our son does it right after time you got real big in the chest in the arms and then he's missed his last started doing them and shoulders and legs and waist and then he decided to do it all in the future he told the guy that he's smaller and he wanted his muscle mass or size actually matters the guy says it does to a degree and they have this point system so he said if you were bigger you'd probably win even if you're not in proportion and he looked and it says no but it is true if you are 7 ft 5 and your muscles are gigantic compared to your frame you would win and then he says I've made a mistake and I said no I think you said it right and he's right but when I'm big like 7 ft 5 I'm brutally huge apparently according to Mom and some others that have seen my brother's kids I'm not my brother's children but I have my DNA is different than my brother and the children would be too and my mom said they look like monsters but they're a handsome looking people and pretty and he said wow this is weird I have to talk to her so people are talking to her and she got famous and she's more famous now they like her show and they feel bad for her and she is a lady in distress and the guy on the show is a lot of competition and he says mom needs some help understanding some things so he's trying to teach and he's in the way and he doesn't get any slow and fat and he started saying it and he said maybe I can learn so he learned a lot of stuff now he sees it and he sees what you've been up to and he says that's incredible and they talk about you and they say the guys risk there is small and they're about the size of our son about the same size yes and her son would be the same size if you worked out a little for like 6 months no current state but doesn't want to get the too big but really it's very hard right now for him to grow muscle it's hard to maintain it. But he has a decent physique this guy is really in shape but our son at 7:45 or 7 ft even 6 ft because he this person is 5'7 would be much bigger and muscle mass would beat him in competition every time so I guess what we're saying is that he's challenging you a body builders they're having a lot of trouble and you're not overcoming the difficulties and you're not getting rid of the poison or treating it and he wants to see you try a little more and he's going to get big anyways but he's prepping to try and do things to make money. So he said he's going to ask people for money when he's at fast food places cuz he needs more money he didn't say anything like a hundred bucks and I only have like 20 and people would be like you got to be kidding me and it works actually Brad used to do it says Brad you can't be in the same corner I'm on so he's laughing because of those two of you they'll call the cops and then hang out together probably we hear they might I don't know McBride might not make it he's doing something against the empire and they hate him and it's Brad so he wants to get bigger but it won't be until after Christmas possibly March and that's about when and he says possibly Stan might not recognize me and that's fun he can grow a few inches and after we do his license what's funny as hell is that's awful

Thor Freya

It would mean a new license renewal fee like every month

Olympus

It adds up you know and the food is expensive already

And you have to have it delivered or it'd be exhausted or the bike would break

Hera