#crush in the ghetto

[razorsadness]

I'm floating with the birds I'm talking to the weeds Look what you've done to me

I'm still dressed up from the night before Silken hose and an old Parisian coat And I feel like a queen at the bus stop on the street Look what you've done to me

It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto Finer than the day before The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say They know where the honey is

There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto Birds of paradise are taller than me The weeds grow high, the birds flicker by Children are walking to school

In the midst of all of this profusion The bus pulls up to take me back home The bus driver looks like an African prince The babies have tears in their eyes

And I feel like a queen On this sunny city bus Look what you've done to me

[girlactionfigure]

What Happened on the Ninth of Av?

On Tisha B’Av, five national calamities occurred:

During the time of Moses, Jews in the desert accepted the slanderous report of the 10 Spies, and the decree was issued forbidding them from entering the Land of Israel.

The First Temple was destroyed by the Babylonians, led by Nebuchadnezzar. 100,000 Jews were slaughtered and millions more exiled.

The Second Temple was destroyed by the Romans, led by Titus. Some two million Jews died, and another one million were exiled.

The Bar Kochba revolt was crushed by Roman Emperor Hadrian. The city of Betar – the Jews’ last stand against the Romans – was captured and liquidated. Over 100,000 Jews were slaughtered.

The Temple area and its surroundings were plowed under by the Roman general Turnus Rufus. Jerusalem was rebuilt as a pagan city – renamed Aelia Capitolina – and access was forbidden to Jews.

Other grave misfortunes throughout Jewish history occurred on the Ninth of Av, including:

The Spanish Inquisition culminated with the expulsion of Jews from Spain on Tisha B’Av in 1492.

World War One broke out on the eve of Tisha B’Av in 1914 when Germany declared war on Russia. German resentment from the war set the stage for the Holocaust.

On the eve of Tisha B’Av 1942, the mass deportation began of Jews from the Warsaw Ghetto, en route to Treblinka.

[papaya-twinks]

wingman - l.n

Warnings: funny funny haha I’m deunk

Pairing: Lando Norris x piastri!fem!reader

Summary: Oscar helps Y/N hook up with someone after she’s been single for ages

A/N - I see a lot of fics about like Oscar/Lando being, like, ‘I don’t want you to date him’ but this is kinda around my brother, he’d get protective but he’d, like, support me ig? Just an idea lmao

“Hi Oscar,” you said, jumping from one foot to the other as he raised an eyebrow. “Who’d you kill?” he said sarcastically as you scoffed. “No one! You’re always so mean,” you crossed your arms. “Sorry, force of habit, what’s up?” he asked, still scrolling through his phone. “Need to tell you something,” you muttered. “Ah, so you did kill someone?” he said, stifling a laugh. “Sorry, sorry, couldn’t help myself!” your brother snorted as he saw your face. “I, uh, I may like someone?” you said, cheeks flushed red as Oscar hummed. 

“Oh yeah? Do I know him?” he asked, putting his phone down. “You could say that, yeah,” you shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the massage board as he looked up from his be. “How long?” he asked, the usual questions he asked when you liked someone new. “Like, I dunno, a few weeks,” you replied, you didn’t measure how long your crush spanned. “Who is it?” he opened his phone, ready to check if he had them in his contacts. “I…uh, Lando,” you said quietly, voice high with unease as he dropped his phone. “Lando?!” he hissed, knowing that the other driver was in the room besides his. 

You nodded, confirming his hearing wasn’t malformed as his eyes widened. “Like, that Lando?” he gestured vaguely at the wall, as you gave the same confirmation. “Damn,” he acknowledged slowly, “this is gonna take a special type of brother wing-manning,”. You could always rely on your brother to help you out with anything, even if it was getting with his teammate. You and Lando had a pretty strong relationship - you had each other’s numbers, you spoke every time you saw each other, you hung out with each other in your free time, you had hour long calls almost every night. Now you just needed to build on it. 

“Hi Lando,” Oscar said pointedly, walking towards the Brit as he looked up grinning at Oscar. “Me and some of the drivers are planning on getting lunch at this little place near the pier,” your brother said coolly, “you interested?”. Lando nodded, more than happy to go, but little did he know, the driver’s had a plan for the pair of you. George had asked you the same question and you’d all arranged to go to a restaurant on ghetto 16th floor of skyscraper hotel. Oscar’d plan was simple. Time each of your entrances to the elevator perfectly and then do a little snippy snippy on the wire. Easy. 

“Hey Y/N,” a voice said behind you as you waited for the elevator, nervously adjusting your short, black dress. “Lando, hi,” you stepped into the open empty box as Lando followed. “You going for the dinner?” you asked, trying to prompt conversation. “Yes, I’m -fuck!” Lando gasped, the lights of the elevator immediately flickering as the box shook violently.

“Lando!” you shrieked, almost like a normal reaction, your body fall into his as the box tilted to one side suddenly. “Hey, you alright?” he asked, struggling to find his phone. “Y-yeah, it’s dark,” you gulped, your hands scrunching into his shirt as held your body close to his. “You good?” he said, eyes roving your face for any signs of fright. “Yeah, just shocked,” you said, “Lando, I don’t like the dark,”.

“My phones dead,” he groaned, you’d forgotten yours. “Lando,” you shook his hand lightly as he pulled you closer. “Cold?” he asked, feeling your shivering body against him. “Yeah,” you hummed, hands on his as you struggled for balance. You heard him shuffle, sliding down so he was sitting, before taking your body into his. “Sit,” he said, as you rested your head onto his shoulder.

A/N - idk how to end it.

[erins-quinn]

Do you have any sydcarmy fic recs? I feel like I’ve read a lot of the ones on ao3

*rubs hands together maniacally*

(organized by rating. canon compliant unless stated otherwise (like an AU u know the drill)

(If there’s a star by the author’s name you should read more of their work. read everything read it all)

General Audiences

Crush on the Red Line by Blissymbolics*

Did you call me baby? by imenawriting

la valse de sydney by malariamonsters* (@songkangsbottomteethcirca2020)

Teen and Up

viscum album by cruciomione* (@cruciomione)

They Know by tiltedtemple*

before you came into my life (i missed you so bad) by hotelfoxtrot*

106 miles by MissAmyShay* (@missamyshay)

almost home by papercranium*

you change all the lead, sleeping in my head by adogwithabirdatyour_door*

two worlds collided by heydoeydoey

let lips do what hands do by wispenwillows

Mature

Copenhagen (let me go home) by turbulenthandholding (@turbulenthandholding)

Again and Again by 2shytheshippy

child with a child pretending by emilybrontay* (@sennenrose) (single parent AU)

Why Can’t We Be Friends? by currymanganese*(@currymanganese)

write me like it’s your last time, I’ll read it like it’s my first by puzzlepuppy (me! :D)

Fire One Chicken Noodle by DoubleApple* (@doubleappled)

Seasons of Sydney by shewalksoverme (@shewalksoverm3)

it’s all for you, everything I do by Amiera_Sapphire* (@amieraisposting) (pregnancy AU)

and I can tell that you’re my good girl by mariyanas

nobody ever got my soul right like she could by seh28* (@yangsharperavery)

infraction by bobaheadshark

as if the dream of you, it sleeps, too by icouldnotsee (herprettysleeper)

Explicit

the raspberry room by shroooms

Mouthful of Petals by Galatria57 (hanahaki AU)

The Support by peachybunnybabie* (@ethxocore)

These Stones Will Shout by Anonymous

A Pear Tree (or Any Other Tree in Bloom) by OysterKnife*

Fundamentals for the Fun and Mental by bioloyg* (@bioloyg)

gotta get up to get down by somethingdifferent

if i’m butter then he’s a hot knife by minecrafter42

fireproof by kneeinjury

with the intention of forever by sashafiercer* (@sashafiercest)

his private joy by tvfanatic97

if you want it you can have it by mediumsweet

You With The Dark Curls (You With The Watercolor Eyes) by swaggnation

bonus:

this isn’t sydcarmy but sydlip (from shameless) and I’ve been fucking obsessed with it despite never watching an episode of shameless a day in my life so. yeah. read it. Two Ghetto Geniuses by sashafiercer (@sashafiercest) (college AU)

all of this shit up here hits so hard. sincere and joyful and angsty and passionate and everything in between.

this is just a drop in the bucket. if you’re on this list please keep writing. if you’re not on this list please keep writing. keep writing and keep writing and keep writing and keep writing. this is me telling you your words have so much fucking value and they’re so beautiful I am BEGGING you not to forget that if you write fic at all.

[guerillas-of-history]

Thomas Sankara

In his 1984 speech before the UN General Assembly, Thomas Sankara spoke out on behalf of all those suffer.

We swear that in future in Burkina Faso nothing will be done without the participation of the people of Burkina Faso themselves, nothing that has not been decided by us, that has not been prepared by us. There shall be no more attacks on our honour and dignity.

Strengthened by this conviction, we want our words to cover all those who suffer, all those whose dignity has been crushed by a minority or a system.

Let me say to those who are listening to me now that I speak not only on behalf of Burkina Faso, my country which I love so much, but also on behalf of all those who suffer, wherever they may be.

I speak on behalf of those millions of human beings who are in ghettos because their skin is black, or because they have a different kind of culture, those whose status is hardly higher than that of an animal.

I suffer, too, on behalf of those Indians who have been massacred, trampled on and humiliated and who, for centuries, have been confined to reservations, so that they do not have any aspirations to any rights whatsoever, so that their culture cannot become enriched through contact with other cultures, including that of the invader.

I speak out on behalf of those who are unemployed because of a structurally unjust system which has now been completely disrupted, the unemployed who have been reduced to seeing their lives as only the reflection of the lives of those who have more than themselves.

I speak on behalf of women throughout the entire world who suffer from a system of exploitation imposed on them by men. As far as we are concerned, we are willing to welcome all suggestions from anywhere in the world that will help us to promote the full development and prosperity of the women of Burkina Faso. In return, we will share with all countries the positive experience we are now undertaking with our women, who are now involved at all levels of the State apparatus and social life in Burkina Faso, women who struggle and who say with us that the slave who will not shoulder responsibility to rebel does not deserve pity. That slave will alone be responsible for his own wretchedness if he has any illusions whatsoever about the suspect indulgence shown by a master who pretends to give him freedom. Only struggle helps us to become free, and we call on all our sisters of all races to rise up to regain their rights.

I speak on behalf of the mothers of our poor countries who see their children dying of malaria and diarrhoea, unaware that to save them there are simple methods available but which the science of the multinationals does not offer to them, preferring to invest in cosmetics laboratories and engage in cosmetic surgery to satisfy the whims and caprices of a few men and women who feel they have become too fat because of too many calories in the rich food they consume with regularity. That must make even members of this Assembly dizzy – not to mention the peoples of the Sahel. We have decided to adopt and popularize the methods that have been advocated by WHO and UNICEF.

I speak on behalf of the child, the child of the poor man, who is hungry and who furtively eyes the wealth piled up in the rich man’s shop, a shop that is protected by a thick window, a window which is defended by an impassable grille, the grille guarded by a policeman in a helmet with gloves and a bludgeon, the policeman placed there by the father of another child, who comes there to serve himself or rather to be served because these are the guarantees of capitalistic representativeness and norms of the system.

I speak on behalf of the artists – poets, painters, sculptors, musicians, actors and so on – people of good will who see their art being prostituted by the show-business magicians.

I cry out on behalf of the journalists who have been reduced to silence or else to lies simply to avoid the hardships of unemployment.

I protest on behalf of the athletes of the entire world whose muscles are being exploited by political systems or by those who deal in the modern slavery of the stadium.

My country is the essence of all the miseries of peoples, a tragic synthesis of all the suffering of mankind but also, and above all, the synthesis of the hopes of our struggles. That is why I speak out on behalf of the sick who are anxiously looking to see what science can do for them – but that science has been taken over by the gun merchants. My thoughts go to all those who have been affected by the destruction of nature, those 30 million who are dying every year, crushed by that most fearsome weapon, hunger.

As a soldier, I cannot forget that obedient soldier who does what he is told, whose finger is on the trigger and who knows that the bullet which is going to leave his gun will bring only a message of death.

Lastly, I speak out in indignation as I think of the Palestinians, whom this most inhuman humanity has replaced with another people, a people who only yesterday were themselves being martyred at leisure. I think of the valiant Palestinian people, the families which have been splintered and split up and are wandering throughout the world seeking asylum. Courageous, determined, stoic and tireless, the Palestinians remind us all of the need and moral obligation to respect the rights of a people. Along with their Jewish brothers, they are anti-Zionists.

Standing alongside my soldier brothers of Iran and Iraq, who are dying in a fratricidal and suicidal war, I wish also to feel close to my comrades of Nicaragua, whose ports are being mined, whose towns are being bombed and who, despite all, face up with courage and lucidity to their fate. I suffer with all those in Latin America who are suffering from imperialist domination.

I wish to stand side by side with the peoples of Afghanistan and Ireland, the peoples of Grenada and East Timor, each of those peoples seeking happiness in keeping with their dignity and the laws of their own culture.

I rise up on behalf of all who seek in vain any forum in the world to make their voices heard and to have themselves taken seriously.

Many have already spoken from this rostrum. Many will speak after me. But only a few will take the real decisions, although we are all officially considered equals. I speak on behalf of all those who seek in vain for a forum in the world where they can be heard. Yes, I wish to speak for all those – the forgotten – because I am a man and nothing that is human is alien to me.

Sankara speaks in front of the United Nations on 4 October 1984. Credit: Getty Images

[blondgirls-world]

57 Reasons

TW: Meanspo

01. You will be FAT if you eat today, just put it off one more day.

02. You don't NEED food.

03. Fat people can't fit everywhere.

04. Guys will be able to pick you up without struggling.

05. You'll be able to run faster without all that extra weight holding you back.

06. People will remember you as "the beautiful thin one".

07. If someone has to describe you, they'll say "oh she weighs like 90, 100 lbs".

08. Guys will want to get to know you, not laugh at you and walk away.

09. Starving is an example of excellent willpower.

10. You will be able to see your beautiful, beautiful bones.

11. Bones are clean and pure. Fat is dirty and hangs on your bones like a parasite.

12. If you eat then you'll look like those disgusting, fat, ghetto and trailer-trash hookers on Jerry Springer.

13. The models that everyone claims are beautiful, the spitting image of perfection, are any of them fat? NO!

14. Too many people in the world are obese.

15. People who eat are selfish and unrealistic.

16. Only fat people are attracted to fat people. Do you want pigs to like you because you are one of them.

17. Anyone can have "inner beauty" but few can earn real beauty, inside as well as out.

18. You'll be able to move as quietly and skillfully as a spider.

19. Only thin people are graceful.

20. If you slap a fat person you can see a shockwave ripple over their skin. That's disgusting.

21. Do you want people to say "for gods sake get off me you're crushing me!!!" or "you are sooo light" ???

22. Underweight aka perfect body.

23. Ballerina? or beanbag?

24. I want to be light enough so a helium balloon could lift me and carry me to the clouds.

25. I want to walk in the snow and leave no footprints.

26. Starve off the parts you don't need. They're ugly and they drag you down.

27. Nothing cant be fixed with hunger and weight loss.

28. Saying "no thanks" to food is saying "yes please" to THIN!!!

29. Fat people are so huge, yet people look away from them as if they don't exist.

30. The only time people do notice a fat person is when they get in the way of that beautiful thin girl walking by (ok that sounds really horrible i know.)

31. Have you ever seen a person NOT notice a walking skeleton.

32. Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.

33. Is food more important that happiness in life? I think not!

34. Eating is conforming to everyone else's expectations.

35. When you start to get dizzy and weak you're almost there.

36. Hunger is your friend and it won't betray you like food.

37. Food is mean and sneaky. It tricks you into eating it and it works on you from the inside out making you fat, bloated, ugly and unhappy.

38. Think of anorexia as your secret weapon.

39. If you can name one reason to be fat, I'll name a million and one to be thin.

40. Thin people look good in ANY kind of clothes.

41. Food rots your teeth.

42. Puffy cheeks, double chins and thick ankles-- aren't attractive.

43. Fatty areas stretch and sag as you get older.

44. Ever seen the arms of a fat person wave hello or goodbye?

45. Eating little to nothing saves you money!

46. The average (middle class) American wastes OVER $8,000 a year on FOOD ALONE...it goes in one end and out the other. That sure is a lot of fat! No wonder so many Americans are obese and overweight!

47. Fat people make their country look bad.

48. Big people sweat more and they smell bad.

49. Fat people die earlier.

50. You'll be the envy of all the other girls.

51. All of the guys will want you.

52. You're less likely to get food poisoning.

53. You won't be exposed to all the chemicals and pesticides they put in food today.

54. You won't get sweaty on hot days.

55. The word fat will only apply to you in a sarcastic way.

56. No one wants to see a fat person dance.

57. Beauty Queen? or Dairy Queen?

-Fading Obsession: Pro Ana Mia Website plus Forum (fadingobsessions.com)

[chicademartinica]

Kanghan getting all dolled up like an idol we talking Cartier jewelry, diamond earrings, shirt opened to his sternum, hair laid,to go to the GHETTO to threaten Sailom IS SENDING ME. Are we going for Dior Sauvage or Paco Rabanne 1 Millon to go point a gun at my crush rival ? Sir ?!!! Bffr.

ALSO THIS SCENE ? Show you ain’t slick slipping a “your place or mine ?” scene in there.

[padawan-historian]

This was once a neighborhood, a home where families and neighbors of different faiths and faces shared food, flowers, and rich flavors

This was once a community where children played, and cats dozed in the high noon shade

This was once a place where grandmas peeled orange fruit on the porch, and aunties gathered in a crush of color and laughter

This was once a space where soft prayers and loud music echoed through the halls, and dreams of freedom and liberty were painted on the walls

This was once a home now surrounded by stones and shells, with rockets that fell like burning stars risen from hell

What was once can become once more 🇵🇸💔

~ a poem that the ghetto grew, sidney rose

[vqrtualheartss]

Hii

Every Sunday, you scanned the church's congregation for a familiar face ― Aunt Rio's son, Miles. It seemed as though she barely managed to drag him every other week given the nonchalant look he always wore. You held him as a classification of a hallway crush, never daring to do much than pretend not to stare from the other side of the alter unless you were ready to meet the god you served. Well, the God your whole family served; yeaa, you're the pastor's daughter. And I think we know how that goes, being expected to keep Sunday school each and every week, not to mention that the simplest things were prohibited like music, talking in a "ghetto" way, blah blah blah yaddi yaddi yadda. And your absolute favorite ― always keeping your appearance up to posh

"I will not have my eldest dressing like a jezebel or some boy in my own home. Go and take that off right this instant"

Were the ever present words spoken by your mother if you made the mere mistake of wearing shorts or sweats' around the house. If anything, life felt like a Greenleaf episode and not in a good way. Ranging from the secrets and scandals behind the chapel's closed doors or the fact that multiple administrators like to front that they had the perfect, picturesque family. You couldn't tell which was worse; that they had nothing like that or the fact that your own family―. Nah, in this house you had no family, not since your sister Asaria left.

With tears in both of your eyes, she barely mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to you. It could be the fact you were just eight years old to register what she was apologizing for or that the tears bound your vision so badly you mistook the statement for something else. That couldn't be it, you could see clearly the disgust-filled scowls on your parents faces and they held you back. And like all the stupid rules enforced, your family forbid you from ever contacting her, brainwashing you that they were only trying their bests at raising you. Therefore, you pushed Asaria's words and underlying warning at the back of your mind, convincing yourself that she was just paranoid.. yea. Let's just say that all the delusion wore off when it was your time to take the mic.

You never thought that they'd do this, it felt unreal, like some book with a fucked up plot. But it was happening, you were being wed off at the mere age of seventeen. You know that like all the previous fights, you'd never win. Then again here you stood, behind the chancel, arguing about the dominant latter of your life. Did it even feel like you had one of your own? You felt like a puppet being induced to what was 'for your own good' as you helplessly bantered with your parents Mr. and Mrs. Larkspur

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"If both parents agree to it, you may be wed" Some mother you are "I was barely sixteen last week, how am I eligible to get married" "I suggest you fix your tone young woman" "THAT'S THE LEAST IMPORTANT THING RIGHT NOW"

The frilled dress I wore swayed with the movements my hand made justifying why what they're doing is absolutely atrocious. Why isn't stuff like this illegal? Tears swung from my lash line as I flashed my face from my fathers wavering hand meant to do nothing but harm. He wasn't one to put his hands on anyone but when he felt desperate or threatened to show dominance; like right now. My mother held onto her coat tightly with that same disgust she watched Asaria flea with whilst my father balled his fist. The claps of the congregation started to die down. Grunting, he walked out onto the nave, but not before giving me a scorning glare. She stood unmoved, dragging me to our house attached to the church by my arm to give the same lecture she had over a thousand times.

"YOU have full knowledge as to why we're doing this. You're father and I are growing grey and we need someone to take over the legacy of the church and with you as our eldest we cannot let you rule over alone or by yourself"

Because I'm a girl? I managed to keep up a neutral look, not an angry or sad one. I couldn't bear to show any emotions, they stripped me of them. The teachings of her scolding me for frowning or crying stood bold in the forefront of my mind. You'd think that she'd come with something along the lines of "Strong girls don't cry" or some crap like that but nope, her reasoning was that "Smiling and frowning makes frown lines and we need to look perfect" I shook away the thoughts as I listened to my mother spur verbal diarrhea.

"If I could I'd marry off your sister because unlike you, she has sense but you know what the church would thi―" "What is wrong with you― Nyla's been sixteen for only three months― Are you insane―"

She slapped me hard, a reminder that she― "Will not tolerate disrespect from a child". As much as I wanted to retaliate, I held out, rubbing the left side of my face as she continued.

"You WILL listen to you us and meet Mr. & Mrs. Nightingale's son tonight"

Oh great, the Nightingales. Another perfect family, I wonder how'd they feel if they found out that their precious son was really up to. What's his name again? Jevaughn? Jaxon? Do I even care? Mmcht

She did a once over of me before adding "Be in the church in less than 5, you will be leading choir today" Didn't even ask me to

We went separate ways; my mother to my father and I to a powder room. Composing myself once more, I hurried inside the church in front of the choir loft, feeling relief when I spotted not a questioning stare. I've learnt to hide how I felt truly behind a faux smile quite well If I do say so myself, but no matter how much I tried my eyes remained glassy― tears threatening to betray thr façade at any moment.

I gave a tight-lipped smile to the congregation as they welcomed my appearance with cheers. I laughed when Tía Rio moved to the front row in midst of the clapping, she waved to me and I did likewise but a little more erratically. She's an amazing person to know and really a nice woman, a great woman that does her best for her family. It painfully excruciates me how these women could sit on her name and belittle her as if they were someone to look up to. She's definitely a better individual than those in this church that like to claim they are combined. But the day I go off on them, I'll let them know.

After thanking the usher for the microphone I ran back to the choir unsure which song to perform. A few members suggested traditional songs and favorites, one stuck out most to me though: Man in the mirror by Michael Jackson. I bit my lip contemplating the decision, we just started to sing (somewhat) church-related pop songs in church so I was a bit hesitant; but as I said, relating, some of these people need to hear it.

I announced the choice to the band members before returning to my position, clearing my throat as I scanned the audience. No, I wasn't scared, I've done this too many times to be. Receiving a signal from the drummer I allowed the choir to voice the opening, joining when they started the second verse. Eventually, we approached the high note as I begged for my throat to not close up. I looked around the room.

“I'm starting with the man in the mirror I'm asking him to change his ways And no message could've been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make a change”

You're staring

You're still staring

Despite the song being half-finished everyone started to clap, giving a literal standing ovation. Did some of them finally heed the meaning? Coming down from the high, I took focus in my vision. Was I looking at Miles this whole time? Widening my eyes at the realization had him chuckling, he waved before continuing to clap.

First time without a stoic expression and I'm wishing he smiled more. I put a palm in the middle of my face to loosely hide my smile before waving back. A few of the young men waved even though it wasn't directed to them. Looking over to their spots Miles and I shook our heads.

Behind me, my father cleared his throat, the harsh sound reminding me of my earlier troubles. My expression died down quickly. Instead of beside my family I sat in the first row in the choir loft. Miles moved to the front of the church to his mother who began to question him about something. She turned to me and smiled, speaking softly "You did amazing" Although I couldn't hear too well over the preaching, I pieced out her words, thanking her in return.

Usually, I'd be somewhere discreetly using my phone but it was different today. My eyes moved back and forth from my father to Miles who did likewise; giggling each time we made eye contact at same.

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Even though I didn't want to, I gathered the strength to partake in the seemingly mandatory post-service meet and greet

"'Ah dear, meet one of my good friends. Robert this is (y/n), (y/n), Robert"

The man whom he was introducing looked worn out, wrinkles showing in every crevice in his face despite (from what I've heard) being in his late 30's. He wore gold grills on his bottom canines, which I would hate to say matches well with his black and white suit.

"Hello, I'm (y/n). Pleasured to meet you"

"Likewise"

His voice came off hoarse, sounding as if someone who had smoked for a week straight finally took a breath.

Even though opting for a simple handshake, the man dragged me into an uncomfortable hug. And I mean uncomfortable, his hands trailed all about my back, quickening its pace heading underneath the mid-back vest I wore. I pulled back, crushing the man's toes with my heel as I did.

"I'm so sorry"

I innocently smiled at the grunting man that held onto his loafer tightly. With the hand resting on his left forearm I would've pinched him if my father didn't take him away. I saw my mother introducing Nyla to some boy of her age. Ew.

About 10 footsteps away I felt a warm hand on my shoulder that sent me tumbling. I probably would've fell if I wasn't caught by the hug afterwards.

"Tía Rio" I paused, resting a hand on my chest before continuing

"Hola hija"

She pulled me back into her embrace before stepping backwards.

"You were absolutely amazing out there― as always" "'Thank you tía, that truly means a lot to me" "Oh hush, I know you've heard that about a thousand times now" "Well, it means a lot from you"

We laughed a bit before she started to pat down her bag. "Before I forget" She dipped her hand into its largest compartment before taking out something wrapped in colorful tissue paper. "Here"

Handing it over I could tell by the texture that it was some type of food― cookies probably. At this point they were a symbolic part of our relationship.

------------ Flashback twin

The cold December air on the exposed skin on your knee was doing you no good. Said cold wind was what had you like this. With a snotty-nose you were headed to your mothers purse for a tissue. And when she was nowhere to be found, you frantically ran around in search for her, convinced this was some sick game of hide-and-seek.

Sitting in a random slide with your feet up to your chest, you felt tears rush when a boy with hair slightly longer than the others saw you crying and hurriedly turned back.

"If it's another stray cat we're not keeping it" "No mama"

The same boy came through the other end of the slide, pointing at you. Not knowing what else to do, you hid your head between your legs and chest, bringing it up at sudden speech directed to you.

"My mommy says you should come down. She wants to see you"

Bringing your head up by the slightest, you could see the boy's extending hand in front of your face. "You have to get out because mommy's too fat to fit in" The woman who you figured to be his mother had her mouth agape, her shocked expression turning soft when you two started to laugh.

Holding onto his hand you both slid down, the adrenaline numbing the pain in your knee. Immediately after standing up she noticed your blood stained shorts, rushing you to a nearby bench.

"¿Qué tal? How did this happen?" Even though opening your mouth for words none came out, 6-year-old you unsure how to explain the situation. Understanding your frustration she spoke up. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me" She gave you a comforting smile. Which in return had you smiling, then her son, revealing the front tooth he recently lost.

After she finished bandaging your knee she began to put her belongings back into her bag, leaving out just one thing. A floral pink and white decorative tissue. She handed it to her son who quickly hid it behind his back the moment it touched his hand.

"I wanted the purple paper mama. Pink is for girls" His mother crossed her arms, tilting her head "Do you want me to take them back?" He shook his head no, bringing out the stuffed paper with his free hand. His other was still laced into yours. He placed the tissue beside you, jumping up onto the bench so the pastries sat between you two. He brought one up to your face.

"Want one?" Being thoroughly instructed to never take anything from anyone in public made you decline― or try to. Opening your lips to refuse politely, he pushed quarter of a cookie into your mouth.

"MILES―" "Yes, mama" He smiled innocently, turning towards his mother. She stood shaking her head in disapproval, sighing in relief that you didn't choke.

"Do you like them?" He paused waiting for an answer, receiving a satisfied hum, he gloated "My mom made them" He looked at the cookies still stacked high "Want more?"

Even though saying yes once to the question, Miles seemingly made it a priority to ensure there were always enough cookies in case he ever saw you again. Given the amount of times he woke up to a fresh batch and reminded his mother of his constant request, it became robotic like clockwork to her.

''Mama, did you make enough for-'' ''Yes, I made enough for you and your little girlfriend"

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"Yeah huh?" The sudden high pitch of her voice brought me back to Earth. The one place I don't want to be right now "This is my son, Miles. I'm sure you remember him"

I hummed in response, turning my back to my family's faces to draw any unwanted press while shaking his hand. Retracting his hands he gave that signature one-dimple smile which I felt shy to return.

"Nice to meet you" He raised a brow

"We're met before, did you forget?" I literally proposed to you with a ring pop

"Ah my bad, we have to leave― Early shifts at the hospital"

"I completely understand, get home safely" She placed her hands over my balled fists, giving me a bright smile before departing. Her son lingering behind her followed in tow, waving as he left.

"What was that (y/n)? I hope you're not talking to those people outside of church matters" My mother stood closely behind my back, so she could freely show her disgusted expression without judgement. I turned to meet her wild looking eyes of age 38.

And I thought ursula didn't exist

"No mother, I would never do such things" She said nothing but a hum, which on her part would be 'not gracing me with an answer'

"Be at the south porch at evening. We have something to discuss"

What the heck did I do.

In the Larkspur mansion there's a total of four sub-buildings: The north porch used for house-warmings, general church meetings and such, pool house to the east, church to the west, and the south porch. The south meant nothing good, being the farthest sectioned from the house it was an analogy for things to be said in the dark and only in the dark, something grave like an affair. Things like that, things that could change a person's life and given by the term 'we', probably meaning my father, mother and I. I know that whatever they had to tell could change my life for the better or worse. But by now we know that anything 'for the better' would be just for them so that's not even an option.

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Sitting down with his legs spread my father watched as my mother pranced back and forth the hardwood floor, prepping herself to say whatever it was. She looked as if the words she were about to speak pricked her tongue before they came out and whenever they did. I watched with a blank expression, hands crossed on my stomach as the fluffed material radiated heat to every crevice of my body.

"Cecelia" His paitience wore thin as the whiskey from the glass ran low. My mother repeated the same words she had over 100 times since we've been here

"This is ridiculous, certainly there's something else" My father sucked his teeth reverting all the attention to him and he chugged the last of the liquor. Although not meaning to I stared into my his eyes with some hope he'd continued what my mother couldn't start. His stare got intense, hardening every minute the contest went on.

My grandmother always told me that "It come like puss bruk coconut in yuh fada yiy" meaning that he was one with seemingly dry eyes or that he was an ill-mannered person to hold a stare to absolutely no limits or regard to who it be with. She always told me that it was something I inherited from him but unlike my father it looked better on me.

"You're changing schools"

I swear to you my eyes nearly dropped out of their sockets is a sign?

"Recently there's been a spike in teenage pregnancies at CHS and with such a tainted image we cannot have you attending there so, we had arranged a transfer for you to Brooklyn Visions"

Despite the sudden relief radiating from my body I sat still, muttering a compliant response before getting up to the exit. "And you're meeting with-" My father got cut off by my mother placing a hand on his upper thigh. Through my peripheral I could see her smirking as I went off.

I love my parents right, but sometimes (most times really) I swear— I'm going crazy in this house

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If it's one thing I know though— the sexism is gonna get you right. Long nails, lashes makeup and everything was one point but maybe there was one teeny tinyy thing you despised, clothes. You knew that Cinderella princess wardrobe of yours was too much and so you were going to argue for it.

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As we were leaving I contemplated asking for some new clothes — speak now or forever hold your peace.

"Mother "

"Y/N?"

"Aren't we getting new clothes"

"And why would we do that? You have a plethora of dresses back home"

"That's it, the dresses are a bit.... pricy and might get the attention of the wrong crowd. I mean other than the great neighborhood around Brooklyn Visions there's its opposite too" I sucked in a breath knowing that this could go one of two ways— I could get what I want or they'd put an ankle monitor on me.

"I guess I'd never look at it from that perspective. Atleast that brain of yours works"

Excuse me.

Despite that little backhanded thing I smiled, that's 1 point for Y/N.

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So that's it, I'm too lazy to decorate ATM but I will

[strv4xanglz]

TW long quote to cope with temptation “this is my quote to motivate me this is not a message for anyone.”

-Don't eat. If you want to see food, look at your thighs.

-Ballerina or beanbag?

-I am your butter and your bread. The voice that's in your head.

-Good girls don't swallow.

-"Jeez you are heavy!" or "Wow, you're so light!"?

-Food isn't a treat. It's an ENEMY!

-Every time you say "No thank you." to food, you say "Yes please" to thin.

-The belly is ungrateful. It always forgets we gave it something.

-Food is mean and sneaky. It tricks you into eating it and it works on you from the inside out, making you fat, bloated, ugly and unhappy.

-Do you really want to be that weight for the rest of your life?!?!?!

-It is a most mortifying reflection for a man to consider what he has done, compared to what he might have done.

-Calories won't make you happy.

-You don't NEED food.

-Think of anorexia as your secret weapon!

-Is food more important than happiness in life? I think not!

-The distance is nothing. It is only the first step that is difficult. Make that step!

-Every calorie you eat equals another step towards destruction.

-Remind yourself!!!!: "If I eat anything, I'll eat everything, so I eat nothing."

-Do you like it enough to WEAR it?!?!

-You've come to far to take orders from "insert food here" !

-Giving into food shows weakness. Be strong and you will be better than everyone else.

-Am I hungry or just bored?

-Don't let today's moment forsake tommorrow's dream.

-Do not give up what you want most for what you want at the moment.

-You will be tempted quite frequently and you will have to choose whether you will enjoy the 20 minutes or so that you will be consuming excess calories, or whether you will cordially despise yourself for 2 or 3 days for your lack of will power.

-Do you want people to say "For God's sake, get off you're crushing me!" or "You are sooo light!"?

-Every time I have the opportunity to eat, I have the strength to refuse.

-What makes resisting temptation difficult for most people is that they don't want to discourage it completely.

-If you eat then you'll look like those disgusting, fat, ghetto, and trailer-trash hookers on Jerry Springer.

-Pleasure to the lips adds pounds to the hips.

-The greasy fry it cannot lie. Its truth is written on your thigh.

-Hunger is your friend and it won't betray you like eating will.

[afro-elf]

crazy the amount of projection european countries are doing. as if participating gleefully in crushing palestinians will erase the crimes they've commited against the jewish people all over their stinky little continent for Centuries. it was not palestinians who built dachau. it was not palestinians who expelled jewish people from britain for 365 years. it was not palestinians who invented the ghetto in venice specifically to subjugate jewish people. what a fundamentally broken brained continent festering with white supremacy and guilt. they are so terrified of facing their own culpability that they're willing to fund and support as many genocides outside of their borders as it takes for their murderous pasts and presents to be suppressed and the payment transferred to any number of otherwise innocent populations

[1-800-local-slut]

With a Heavy Heart- Chapter 4

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈： 𝓈𝓉ℯ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ， 𝓋𝒾ℴ𝓁ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝒯𝒲： 𝒥*𝒽𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒸****ℯ𝓇， 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓈ℯ （𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝓃ℯℊ𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉， 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉）, 𝒶𝓃ℊ𝓈𝓉，𝓈𝓂ℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔，𝓂ℴ𝓃𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈，𝓁𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓁ℴ𝓁， 𝒥ℴ𝒽𝓃’𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓀𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉，𝓂ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ𝓈

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August 18th, 1997

Dear diary- I never thought I’d see the day when I loved my job. But the day has come. Dean and I wrapped up a pair of shapeshifters then a ghost in Baltimore. I wrapped up the guy in the Chinese shop, dragged his body out back and into the dumpster then lit it on fire. Dean’s put up a fight, she threw a rotisserie chicken at him and two hot dogs. She sprinted out the back and I tackled her before getting her back into the store. I was personally ready to just shoot her and go home. But Dean, ever the hero, asked about the pack. The thing got real angry, and she lunged at us, but I handcuffed her to some pipes in the break room. After some light interrogation (I gave it five seconds to talk then I kicked it in the mouth) she told us she and her man were on their own. Some sad love story between the two who ran away from their pack. I honestly would’ve let her go, but Dean didn’t appreciate getting bitten in his shin so I shot it in the face. That and we did find some shedded skin (gross). Then we went to Baltimore.

I never thought I’d call Baltimore the city of love, but it’s mine! So, picture this. Dean and I, get into this abandoned hospital and get locked inside a small closet. I only agreed to go in because he helped me out with the shapeshifters. It was just us, dark as all hell, and I don’t know if it was my heartbeat or his beating so loud. He tried beating down the door, then we heard someone else walking around. The next thing I know, his hand is over my mouth and I’m pressed up against him and the door. I peeked through a crack in that ghetto ass door. I didn’t see anyone, but I wasn’t really invested in that. I know, poor timing, but I didn’t ask to be a hunter in my life. So yes, I took great joy in feeling Dean’s body against mine.

I had to climb on top of him, and get on his shoulders. His hands were on me and I had to squeeze into a vent. He muttered something about a pipe. I was worried about that for a minute until I saw a dead rat and almost vomited in the vent. Sometimes nose plugs just aren’t enough. I eventually got out and to the other side of the closet, and was able to get Dean out. We found the ghost or whatever, I still don’t really know what happened. I wasn't super invested. I just kept thinking about Dean. Even though the hospital smelt like shit, I was fine with it because he was present. Gosh, I never thought I’d have such a massive crush on Dean. I always thought he was cute but I never thought him holding my waist up to shove me into a vent would make my heart race. I’m a little bit nervous though. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? Oh well, no time to worry about that. He’s with me now, and I think I heard the shower cut off. I’ll write more tomorrow.

P.S. I think Salem might be coming down with something, I may have to take him to the vet tomorrow.

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“So tell me, am I the only guy you sneak into this castle?” Asked Dean while he put his necklace back on. Fresh out of the shower, and in soft clean clothing he sauntered into the kitchen. He saw Salem sitting with the gorgeous huntress who was tenderly petting him on the island.

“Why? You jealous of the others?” She shot back looking up at him. Yes. He was jealous at the thought of another man in here with her. After today, he especially was. His heart jumped in his chest at the implication of others and he had to stop himself from frowning.

“If I am, you gonna stop having them over?” He teased sliding next to her on the kitchen island. But he was hoping she would, if there were any other guys. With a laugh, she handed him Salem and wordlessly got up from the counter top, turning on the tea kettle. He watched her take out a green container with a man in a soccer jersey on it.

“Tea?” She asked while twirling around holding a mug with her first initial on it. With a raised eyebrow, Dean decided to just leave it be instead of asking a possibly stupid question.

“Sure.” He responded. It was 8:00 PM now, and the two were settled in for a cozy evening. Dean called John from a payphone when they stopped for gas, told him it would take a bit longer and mentioned dropping by her place for help. Now he can’t say he never told him where he was. Plopping down a recliner while Salem jumped down and ran free.

His eyes raked over her body while she shut off the stove and he admired her shorts that clung to her shape and the matching cami she wore. Since he was squished up against her in the closet earlier, he was really thinking about her. Not in the normal tender, loving way he usually thought about her. In a more…intimate way. She was now walking towards him, Dean’s eyes were glued to her thighs that rubbed together as she walked towards him.

He felt tension though, unsure if it was between the two of them or just him. Her voice broke through his thoughts.

“Here you go hon.” Her eyes raked over his chest, he felt like he was being undressed by her gaze. He took it, brushing two fingers over her smaller ones. She slowly (maybe it was just Dean’s horny brain slowing her motions) turned and sat down on the arm rest of the recliner like always. With hesitance, Dean slowly moved to wrap his arm around her waist and rest his hand on her thigh. He felt her breast smoosh against his head and he fought the urge to bury his head in them. For some reason, things felt different than other times. This time it was like someone put on mood lights and left rose petals out for the two. Like something else was going to happen and separate their friendship from longing stares he gave her, soft pecks on the cheek and forehead and into something else.

He felt her shift closer to his body and saw her place her mug down. Dean stared right ahead at the window, the rain pouring down outside. Soft music played from her radio, just regular jazz that she liked. She casually wrapped her arms around his neck, Dean’s blood pressure shot up incredibly fast. Now Dean doesn’t freak out over women touching him often, that’s a regular day for him. But this woman was different. This one he wanted so much it made his heart ache.

“You mind if I sit on you?” Oh God. Swallowing, Dean tried to remain charming. He flashed her his signature boyish grin and looked deeply into her mysterious eyes.

“Long as you don’t crush me, beautiful.” He shot her a wink and she laughed. What the hell was that line? As long as you don’t crush me? Dean couldn’t help but admonish himself for his awkwardness. He was broken from his thoughts though, from her slowly sliding down onto his lap. Her ass was directly over Dean’s crotch and he knew right there he was going to blow it. Forget playing it cool, forget all of that. He couldn’t hide himself from her.

“Hey what’s on the TV?” Taking a sip from her mug, Dean tightened his grip on his mug. Reaching down for the remote, Dean stifled a moan feeling her move. Was this a test from God? To see if he would ruin his friendship and make a move on her? In his head, Dean began to chant.

‘If she wanted me she would’ve told me, if she wanted me she would’ve told me, if she wanted me she would’ve told me, if she wanted me she would’ve told me, if she wanted me she would’ve told me.’ Right. He’s never known her not to say she wanted something. She was always super vocal, so if she wanted him he would kno-

“Dean.”

“Yeah sweetheart?”

“I want you to kiss me.”

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[girlactionfigure]

What Happened on the Ninth of Av?

On Tisha B’Av, five national calamities occurred:

During the time of Moses, Jews in the desert accepted the slanderous report of the 10 Spies, and the decree was issued forbidding them from entering the Land of Israel.

The First Temple was destroyed by the Babylonians, led by Nebuchadnezzar. 100,000 Jews were slaughtered and millions more exiled.

The Second Temple was destroyed by the Romans, led by Titus. Some two million Jews died, and another one million were exiled.

The Bar Kochba revolt was crushed by Roman Emperor Hadrian. The city of Betar – the Jews’ last stand against the Romans – was captured and liquidated. Over 100,000 Jews were slaughtered.

The Temple area and its surroundings were plowed under by the Roman general Turnus Rufus. Jerusalem was rebuilt as a pagan city – renamed Aelia Capitolina – and access was forbidden to Jews.

Other grave misfortunes throughout Jewish history occurred on the Ninth of Av, including:

The Spanish Inquisition culminated with the expulsion of Jews from Spain on Tisha B’Av in 1492.

World War One broke out on the eve of Tisha B’Av in 1914 when Germany declared war on Russia. German resentment from the war set the stage for the Holocaust.

On the eve of Tisha B’Av 1942, the mass deportation began of Jews from the Warsaw Ghetto, en route to Treblinka.

[frumfrumfroo]

Haha I've read your blog for so long I must've read one of your Rian Johnson!TROS posts in the past, so I'm sorry for sending a repetitive question; I had never encountered this idea that even Rian's TROS wouldn't have been good!

It's weird to think though, if he had made TROS, it would've come out later and had a 2020 release, which wouldn't have had a big cinema opening. But then maybe Disney would've delayed until 2021. Wow, I wonder how different the storytelling landscape would be by now? I feel like I'm seeing lots of properties explore Reylo-adjacent relationships in the TROS way - the good old punitive romance, bad guy and a girl resisting him nobly, or giving into darkness - and it makes me so annoyed lol.

I think it was not that long after tros I got an ask about it, so it's definitely years ago lol. I don't mind! I just hate when I know I wrote down some thoughts already and can't find the post T_T

I didn't even consider that! We would have been waiting a long time. Still, it would have been absolutely worth it if it meant we got an appropriate ending. It would have been worth their while, too, because imagine how much more receptive people would be to their various money-milking shenanigans if they hadn't put a bullet through the heart of sw and taken a dump on the entire GFFA. The stench of tros is on everything now.

Yeah, and that's nothing new. That was always a very popular way of tapping into the romance market and the hype those tantalising Gothic pairings effortlessly generate without actually committing to its genre conventions or doing anything remotely challenging. They don't care about pissing off the romance audience because that's not their target demo, they just want to piggyback off how huge and mobilised that audience is and know they can get away with paying them crumbs. 'Subverting' romance conventions is always seen as the Artistic and Mature thing that Real Writers do, because romance has been pushed even further into the genre ghetto as 'geek culture' has become mainstream.

And, eternally, 'subverting' redemption is True Art because that's 'realistic'. We must all remember to crush any flutters of hope we may find ourselves experiencing and see the world as a grey, cynical wasteland where people can't change and nothing will ever get better.

Man, I'm having a bitter one today. Sorry about that. Thanks for sticking with me for so long!

[i-will-be-skinny-by-2025]

57 Reasons

01. You will be FAT if you eat today, just put it off one more day.

02. You don't NEED food.

03. Fat people can't fit everywhere.

04. Guys will be able to pick you up without struggling.

05. You'll be able to run faster without all that extra weight holding you back.

06. People will remember you as "the beautiful thin one".

07. If someone has to describe you, they'll say "oh she weighs like 90, 100 lbs".

08. Guys will want to get to know you, not laugh at you and walk away.

09. Starving is an example of excellent willpower.

10. You will be able to see your beautiful, beautiful bones.

11. Bones are clean and pure. Fat is dirty and hangs on your bones like a parasite.

12. If you eat then you'll look like those disgusting, fat, ghetto and trailer-trash hookers on Jerry Springer.

13. The models that everyone claims are beautiful, the spitting image of perfection, are any of them fat? NO!

14. Too many people in the world are obese.

15. People who eat are selfish and unrealistic.

16. Only fat people are attracted to fat people. Do you want pigs to like you because you are one of them.

17. Anyone can have "inner beauty" but few can earn real beauty, inside as well as out.

18. You'll be able to move as quietly and skillfully as a spider.

19. Only thin people are graceful.

20. If you slap a fat person you can see a shockwave ripple over their skin. That's disgusting.

21. Do you want people to say "for gods sake get off me you're crushing me!!!" or "you are sooo light" ???

22. Underweight aka perfect body.

23. Ballerina? or beanbag?

24. I want to be light enough so a helium balloon could lift me and carry me to the clouds.

25. I want to walk in the snow and leave no footprints.

26. Starve off the parts you don't need. They're ugly and they drag you down.

27. Nothing cant be fixed with hunger and weight loss.

28. Saying "no thanks" to food is saying "yes please" to THIN!!!

29. Fat people are so huge, yet people look away from them as if they don't exist.

30. The only time people do notice a fat person is when they get in the way of that beautiful thin girl walking by (ok that sounds really horrible i know.)

31. Have you ever seen a person NOT notice a walking skeleton.

32. Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.

33. Is food more important that happiness in life? I think not!

34. Eating is conforming to everyone else's expectations.

35. When you start to get dizzy and weak you're almost there.

36. Hunger is your friend and it won't betray you like food.

37. Food is mean and sneaky. It tricks you into eating it and it works on you from the inside out making you fat, bloated, ugly and unhappy.

38. Think of anorexia as your secret weapon.

39. If you can name one reason to be fat, I'll name a million and one to be thin.

40. Thin people look good in ANY kind of clothes.

41. Food rots your teeth.

42. Puffy cheeks, double chins and thick ankles-- aren't attractive.

43. Fatty areas stretch and sag as you get older.

44. Ever seen the arms of a fat person wave hello or goodbye?

45. Eating little to nothing saves you money!

46. The average (middle class) American wastes OVER $8,000 a year on FOOD ALONE...it goes in one end and out the other. That sure is a lot of fat! No wonder so many Americans are obese and overweight!

47. Fat people make their country look bad.

48. Big people sweat more and they smell bad.

49. Fat people die earlier.

50. You'll be the envy of all the other girls.

51. All of the guys will want you.

52. You're less likely to get food poisoning.

53. You won't be exposed to all the chemicals and pesticides they put in food today.

54. You won't get sweaty on hot days.

55. The word fat will only apply to you in a sarcastic way.

56. No one wants to see a fat person dance.

57. Beauty Queen? or Dairy Queen?

[zhivaoverdrive]

Vasila vs Expanders, 2

"I don't care how it looks!" Vasila said sharply. "Why can't I just keep going? I still need to gain 30lbs by next week!" she said, shifting from foot to foot as she spoke.

"You came to us and asked for butt implants. You didn't tell us you wanted to have the most giant fake ass in the world" replied nurse Sasi, from her seated position at the controls of the machine.

"These implants and your body are simply full. I've already bumped the pressure up twice and they're barely growing" Sasi continued.

Vasila looked down. Her balloon ass sure didn't look like it had barely grown. The huge spherical implants had run out of real estate, the two stretched cheeks were pressing against each other, forming the mother of all ghetto booties. She couldn't wear any sort of pants without exposing new "butt cleavage". But that wasn't enough, the unprecedented volume of saline being pumped into her ass had to go somewhere. The giant implants had started to wrap around her hips, taking up any inch of space they could find. She could look *straight down* and see her ass implants.

But it still wasn't enough. If she didn't meet the weight limit for the Plus Size Shootout, then this had all been for nothing. And she wasn't about to start eating McDonalds.

She looked around to the LCD display, catching a glimpse of her butt cleavage in the process. It read 174 lbs.

"See, it's still working!" she said to the nurse.

But Sasi's sigh spoke volumes. "Listen. It's pegged. Wide open. You're full" Sasi said. "Your request is... rare. We just can't make the bigger butt implants in time".

Vasila couldn't really back out now. She'd not wanted to touch her perfect breasts, but what else was there for it? "What do those weigh?" Vasila said, motioning towards the nurse's huge tan breasts.

If the nurse was taken aback, it was for only a moment "... A lot" she winked as she stood from her seat.

Sasi walked over and stood in front of Vasila, as close as her gigantic breasts would allow her without standing on the scale herself. Up close, Vasila saw just how criss crossed with veins the nurses breasts were. Sasi's tan skin seemed to hide it, but it was unmistakable that the nurse knew a thing or two about being full.

"Try to lift them," said Sasi, a wicked smile on her face.

Vasila gently placed her hands under the nurse orbs and lifted them. Or tried anyway, the nurses' huge fake were surprisingly hard, seeming to barely react to her touch at all.

"You're messing with me..." gasped Vasila But Sasi raised her hands above her head. "No tricks. Lift harder".

"Ok! Gentle now. Do you want to know what it says?" said Sasi, after watching her patient squirm to try and hold the incredible weight of the tits she walked around with every day.

"It says they weigh enough. Just one of them weighs enough. With change" said Sasi, masking her surprise well ---

Later, after her new implants had been decided, preparations were being made, Vasila had little to do but wonder and wait. "It's an aggressive schedule, but I'll start filling you the day after she's done with you" said Sasi. "Everyone is different, but we'll get you there."

"How long did it take you?" said Vasila, remembering the crushing weight of the nurse's breasts.

"Oh... well. Most of this was done in a night" giggled Sasi. "Got a bit carried away, addictive this stuff".