#buuuuuuu

[frociaggina97]

evil charly garcia: carlos thanykou

[jagexisterar]

De här kanske kan ses som ett problematiskt statement men tycker inte man borde få va med i melodifestivalen om man inte är svensk medborgare OCH SPECIELLT INTE OM MAN ÄR FUCKING NORSK

[theophagie]

I dogghini non meritano tutto questo. Free them

[aquablues-archive]

HOW R WE FEELING JAECHAN NATIONNN 📢📢

[emov1olence]

buuuuuuu (´・ω・｀)

[fedtothenight]

cristo signore anche io sono in disaccordo col primo posto ma chi cazzo ti ha cresciuto che ti metti a fare BUUUUUUU in diretta televisiva o ti alzi e te ne vai. imbarazzante.

[lesbianoms]

Hear this scenario: you’re minding your business in a quiet night, when suddenly you hear a knock on the door. As you open it, you’re greeted by a big lady, specifically her belly, which is clearly pregnant. She looks embarrassed and apologetic as she asks with all the sweetness possible if she could let her eat you since she has cravings. Before you can answer, you hear a very loud growl from her stomach as her cheeks reddened from embarrassment. What you think?

I think that YES, I’ll let her eat me!! 😍

I’m not always into pregnancy/pregnant preds, but there’s just something about this scenario that’s sooo enticing. Maybe it’s the way I open the door just to be face-to-face with a lady’s big, round tummy… or maybe it’s how sweetly she asks to swallow me down…

I especially love the part about her stomach growling and her blushing. I really like how flustered she is in this scenario <3 not something I think about a lot— flustered preds, that is— but wow, do I love it~

I think it scratches my brain just right in that “leading an older woman to discover that she’s into super taboo/kinky things” kind of way ;)

I’d let her in enthusiastically… I’d probably draw her a bath if I’m being honest, pamper her a bit before she has her main course 💕 before she gobbles me up, I’d comment on how beautiful she looks, running my fingertips across that swollen drum of her belly… I can just imagine her salivating while she watches me worship her body~

And then, the first swallow! Hungry, tentative, testing the waters yet burning with that desire to put me inside her gut, where we both know I belong… ❤️ my feet disappearing down her throat as she struggles a bit and gulps, the bulge that my legs make finally settling into her swollen stomach, which is even bigger than before, as she sighs and pants, drooling and hiccuping, patting her belly with a satisfied and ravaged expression~

I imagine she’s weighed down by me as I shift around inside my new home, curled up so cozy and snug… the wet sac of her stomach drenching my pjs. I moan and squeal at being her meal 🥵

She settles down into my bed, pinned down by her big belly, groaning at how stuffed she is. She can feel pressure building up inside her gut… as her stomach squeezes me… something bubbling up from the depths of her digestive system… and then-

BuuUuuUU-OUrrRRRP!

…

Needless to say, her cravings have been satisfied… and she falls asleep feeling sore in the best way, drifting off to the sounds of her round gut gurgling wet and deep, burbling loudly… sooo gassy as things churn around in there 🫧

[latinotiktok]

buuuuu buuuuuuuu ''bolivia no tiene mar'' y ustedes no tienen originalidad que lo escuchan una vez y no saben que mas decir buuuuu al menos saquen el gobierno que eso sí arde buuuuuuu (besemonos y tijeremos quien dijo eso)

Fascinante

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Jonathan Byers is your boyfriend 💕

“And if a double decker buuuuuuus,” he sang along to the record player quietly while he flipped the eggs sizzling in the frying pan. Donned in nothing but your boyfriend’s pinstriped oversized button-down and a pair of cotton underwear, you shuffled lazily into the kitchen, following the savory scent of a home cooked breakfast.

“Crashes into uuuuuuuuuus,” he continued, oblivious to your entrance. You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and felt him relax into your embrace.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he sang along incorrectly with the next line of the song. You reached a hand out and swiped a piece of bacon off of a half-prepared plate on the counter. Jonathan turned around and hurried to the table to grab his camera.

“You look so perfect. Two seconds. Stay just like that,” he instructed, grinning as he snapped a photo of you holding up your bacon, eyes closed in a cheeky smile, both of you savoring yet another sweet morning together.

✨Nicknames for you: Love, sunshine, my girl (He’s always saying “There’s my girl” when he sees you show up anywhere, even if you can’t hear him. Steve told you so.)

💕 love language: acts of service/quality time

Always doing favors without you having to ask

Cooks dinner for you regularly

Loves to give hand massages while he lets you vent about your day

Gentle reminders to set your morning alarm, brush your teeth, and remember to drink water.

Loves to take you on nature walks and tell you facts about the wildlife or plants he’s photographed there

Takes photos of you on every adventure, and your house is filled with framed pictures of you in front of a variety of backdrops: your trip to downtown LA, a sunset by the pacific ocean, a nature walk through the redwood forest.

Always introduces you to new music and loves when you show him music you like in exchange. Hanging out around the house always has an eclectic soundtrack that is a perfect blend of the two of you.

💋 Kissing Jonathan: His touch is sweet, light, and pensive. He loves to hold your face or jaw in his hands when he kisses you, and he almost always ends those moments with a peck on your forehead or nose. His movements are careful, sensual, and comforting, and he is always checking in to make sure you’re okay with what’s happening before moving any further.

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

and if a double decker buuuuuuus crashes into uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus

song: "There is a light that never goes out" by The Smiths

[oylesarhosollsammki]

Heycanlaninca içimden çığlıklar atarım dışıma sessiz çığlıklar olrak yansır buuuuuuu beni tanıyan herkes bilir bu sesimi çünkü ben heycanli bir insanım sjdj

[nehirose]

like it would probably help if i ever actually talked about things anymore but see also: tired.

i've been out of work for a year. i was supposed to be able to take a break and then get back to it, but instead thing after thing that was more urgent priority and needed to be wrangled has happened. (this isn't isolated to me. by any stretch of the imagination.)

& the job hunt hasn't been great. the last interview i had was for mcdonalds and it went really well! but the gm was out of town and by the time they came back, the location had gotten more applicants. with prior experience. who got hired over me.

they still have the now hiring sign up. it was kind of a body blow to my ego but more importantly fed into the whole thing where -

i am struggling pretty hard with the recursive loop of untreated adhd making it like wading through hip deep cement to get anything - including and especially the things i desperately WANT to do and NEED to do to make any of this easier. get a job get insurance get meds. do paperwork get meds get job? - watch friends with more recent dx but usable insurance struggle to find providers get prescribed not just give up because they struggled their way into a stable place without help so what's even the point.

make art again. enjoy my hobbies again. which i have at least been actually functionally interested again?

partner has a good job and has been a godsend. we're much better off than we were a year and a few months ago, when i was the only one working. we consistently have rent covered, and money for food, the occasional action figure full of serotonin.

the schedule sucks (12 hour days dispersed out over a schedule that repeats every two weeks, rather than every week, and whether those 12 hours are 6am-6:30pm or 6pm to 6:30am switches every four weeks. it's predictable, just irregular, if that makes sense. we're currently on nights - well, i'm doing my best not to be, just adjusting the times for drop off and pick up. there ARE other shifts and teams available, buuuuuuu) uuuuuut the pay is amazing. by rights we should be fine all of the time, barring unforseen disaster. we're stable where we are -

it's just still a one bedroom shared with three people and two cats that is where none of us still want to be living.

we all need trips to the dentist. and follow up dental work. i need an eye exam and new glasses. i probably need to get my migraines more managed if i'm going to keep whatever job i do manage to get. the car needs headlights replaced and to investigate the horrible creaking noise when you are backing out in a turn. we should be doing a better job of trying to put anything into savings, but that's hard.

everything would be /just enough/easier with me bringing in any kind of income. possibly even better than good.

i've been beating myself up about this a lot.

i'm working on that.

i have an *incredible* team for support. my partner and my closest friend who i don't actually live with are both absolute rocks. patient as hell in all of this, but it's hard. willing to help me with getting things out & getting supplies acquired if i manage to get rolling on any one of multiple projects that are currently (finally) percolating. (my other close friends think i deserve to be able to have a break.) (i think that might be a middle ground.)

things ARE looking up. i'm still trundling ever forward and socially i'm so, so, so much happier and better off than i have been in a long time, it's just, y'know.

wading through slowly drying concrete is really, really hard. some days are better than others. things ARE going to improve, one stubborn step after another.

i'm just tired, man.

i'm tired.

i'll be okay.

(but i should probably go to bed.)

[henessy]

buuuuuuu

[uzaydakibirisstuff]

@aanngeel yaaaaaa yicemmmmmmmm buuuuuuu kiziiiiiiii

[fledbeast578]

LETS FUCKING GO LU BU TO 120

LU BUUUUUUU

[krislgfox]

Hey, Green. Look!

BUUUUUUU!!!