#death cow

[therichantsim]

I don’t have albums and albums of photos of my dad because he was in and out of my life. He unfortunately struggled with addiction throughout most of his life. I never was angry with him about it though. I actually felt compassion and empathy for him. Maybe had my life been different I may have blamed him, but I had a great childhood. Yes, it could’ve been better had he been active, healthy and stable but I didn’t lack for good male role models. My uncles and grandfather to name a few. That being said I never once doubted that he didn’t love me. Whenever he was clean, he was present. He taught me how to drive a 5 speed, how to be the fastest at word search puzzles, how to cut mens hair and line up a beard, how to patch dry wall, the best way to cook eggs and many other things. He always knew just what to say when you needed encouragement. I used to take for granted the compliments he’d give me because of course your parents feel that way. Now I listen to his voicemails longing to hear those words of encouragement or compliments in real time. I never really fell apart or lost it when I got the call. As a matter of fact I knew the call was coming the week leading up to him passing. I knew I answered the phone the morning of his passing. I don’t know why I’ve always had this strange foresight about these things. Anyway, my grief comes is random moments of joyful sorrow. You see if nothing else this day reminds me to hope. My dad had a lot of that. Everyday regardless of his circumstances he had hope and he took that hope, got up and did the best he could with it. Hoping it was good enough. I can’t speak for anyone else that knew Tony but I think his best was good enough. HAPPY HEAVENLY BIRTHDAY DADDY! I MISS YOU!

Top right me and my daddy 1973. He was 17 and I was 4 weeks. Top left my daddy 25. Bottom right me and my daddy 2014.

Bottom left my dad and my daughter 2019.

[futureimmobilemodel]

Someone make me this big please?

I'd love to be so fat that I'm completely unable to move. I'd love to be so fat that the most I'm capable of doing- is swallowing. There will be no worries in my mind, besides when my next meal is. My cheeks red, and eyes rolling from the euphoria of being pumped full. I'd probably ask you to shake my belly fat, well if I'm even capable of talking at that point. It's most likely my face will be too plump, lips swollen around the feeding tube. I probably wouldn't even want to remove it if I was able.

So I'll double down asking, pretty please with a cherry on top?🍒

[xjust-thatguy]

I just want to make someone so fat they struggle and fail to touch themselves because that big problem of fat is just too heavy and cumbersome to reach around

Watch them pitifully beg and whimper and get out of breath humping for any sort of release until I decide to take care of it for them

Definitely need that

[claireborowski]

I need a real feeder. I need someone who will take me all the way in every way they can help. I'm not just talking I wanna be oh 300lbs, 600lbs.

No

I need to weight a fucking ton. I need to be fed the most unhealthy slop imaginable. All food deep fried. Tied up to a bed till I'm fully immobile all over. I'm not playing anymore. I want to be killed by my greed to grow. I want it more than anything.

I want to be made stupid and dumb. Completely fucking BRAINDEAD. I want my heart to struggle even when I'm only 600lbs.

I want to be a REAL Death Feedee. And I want all of you to help with it.

I want grease pumped into my blood. I want my arteries clogged. Oxygen needed every second of every minute. Body in constant pain. Room trashed with wrappers and food boxes. And the best part?

You'd control everything.

I couldn't leave if you kidnapped me and tied me in a basement. I couldn't say if I wanted to be cleaned once I can't move. I couldn't protest eating once you have that tube permanently attached. I couldn't be saved from death if you controlled my medicine and life support.

I want you feeders to end me. I want to be a hog. A pile of useless, dumb lard. A whore to be fucked constantly for your pleasure.

Booze and weed constantly shoved in me, barely conscious all the time. It all being too much in the end. You killing my liver, kidneys, lungs, and then finally my heart.

So get the fuck to it.

[chubbibat]

so many rolls forming 🤩🤩

[harrywavycurly]

At my funeral I want everyone to bring a random bumper sticker that they think I’d like and put it on my coffin, send me out in style.

[crimezi]

iskall ‘chaos to not burn out’ 🤝 mumbo ‘killer’ jumbo: making s10 the most violent and mean girly experience for their neighbors, rendog, the wildlife and anyone in between

[zishuge]

longing.gif The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 12

[lookinglass-fic]

I know we talk a lot about Taika's big expressive baby cow eyes, but I don't think we talk nearly enough about how Ed's signature move is that thing where he demurely looks down and then looks back up at Stede through his eyelashes, because 🤌🤌🤌 Give that man a flirting Emmy

[futureimmobilemodel]

Would you believe this is the same person?

[xjust-thatguy]

I want to make you MY little pet project, I want to warp your mind and body to fit my desires

I want to see you so wildly out of your depth you can't think without me telling you what to think, anything harder then shoveling the next bite into your mouth stressing you out, as you try to put two thoughts together

I want to ruin your body, remodel it and mold it to what I want, some call the body a "temple" I'd make it a "prison", a prison of fat and atrophied muscles

Watch you struggle in mind and body to walk more then 5 steps, tether everything to sexual desire, constantly turned on constantly begging so fat and weak you can't take care of it yourself and you completely depend on my whims as to whether you're fulfilled or not

I want to make you completely and fully dependent on my, my big fat pet that eventually won't even be able to move anymore

[claireborowski]

No yeah..i..like fuck. I think I'm really 100% a death feedee. I'm so desperate to become like all those fucked up fantasies you read about.

Just a stupid hog, heart barely able to function, sweaty and grease all the time, food on my body, trashy pigsty of a room, brain completely gone, constantly high and drunk, garbage grease piles shoved down my throat at every waking moment, barely able to breath, walking taken away 600 lbs ago, heart constantly hurting, needing oxygen all the time, diabetes taking over my body, just..fuck.

Please fucking help me get like this..

[fatpigfeedeee]

277.6!!! I gained 7lbs in a week?! Wtf wow I’m a pig

[whirlybirbs]

Given that Izuku is not only a huge All might fanboy but also directly in his life, he’s seen Derecho become the hero she is now and also seen how her relationship with All might has changed. What are his thoughts? Does he also ship them? Does he have some sort of negative feeling towards her after how close she got to ending all might??

Izuku Midorya was one of those hero twitter stan users who would comment under All Might x Derecho content going: "cute but remember when she tried to k*ll him". Keyword: was.

Midorya agreed widely with the stance that the glimpses the public gets of some sort of relationship over the years is for marketing. Not the use of past tense.

(He asked All Might one or two times about his history with you in babbled sentences over historical recounts, but each time the man swept it away and under some far-off rug as a guise of "focusing on the basics".)

And then he meets you for the first time.

You're standing there before dawn, smiling up at Toshinori Yagi — All Might — on Takoba beach before class. Midorya knows enough that this is a private moment, and he can't help but stopping in his tracks. You're both by the sea wall, leaned against one another, watching the sunrise. Two of the greatest pro-heroes of all time. All Might's hand is on your back, and you're saying something that's making him rumble out a half-cough, half-laugh into his shirt collar.

You made All Might laugh.

You... you made him smile.

And you're beautiful.

OhmygodtherumorswerealltrueIwonderhowlongthey'vebeentogetherItmustbeatleasttwentyyearsnowWhatyeardidtheymeetagainOhright—

All Might's eyes catch Izuku's over his shoulder.

Midorya swallows thickly when his mentor gives him a soft wave, come on over, earning your attention as you follow the gesture over his shoulder.

"Uh, hello," he starts, his hands wringing the straps of his bag, "I'm—"

"Izuku," your voice is softer in real-life than it is on all those hero reels; you're pretty. Softer than you were in your prime, but still possessing an edge that electrifies the air. Midorya's cheeks are hot, "I've heard... Big fan."

The praise makes his whole body go rigid.

You lean back against the sea wall, and Izuku's mouth parts in quiet shock. All Might has talked about him? T-To his partner? Partner? Lover? Wife...? Are they married? His eyes narrow in on both of yours hands, darting back and forth. No ring. No ring? Maybe just... good friends? No, no way. Friends definitely don't stare at one another in the sunrise.

...Do they?

Friends definitely don't look at you the All Might is, all soft appreciation and love.

Or... do they?!

"Th-Thank you! That's incredibly kind," Midorya stutters out, his expression a little wild. Almost like a cornered deer. It's cute.

"Derecho is going to be helping us with instruction today," All Might says slowly, his hands moving to the lower of your back. The gesture could be considered professional. Izuku feels like his brain is going to short-circuit, "She's very important to me. I'm sure you're familiar with her quirk?"

"Y-Yes! Electrification and general control of elemental lightning—"

"Someone's done his research," you croon with a smile, "You're really smart, kid."

Oh, god, and she's, like, super duper nice—

"And her weakness?" Toshinori presses for good measure, just proving how much Midorya knows.

"Electrolytes! Your body needs more than the average person in order for the conductivity of your quirk to be maximized. Also, prolonged use of your quirk can impact your cardiac conduction," he chatters; your smile is growing.

You nudge Toshi with your elbow. You approve. Not that you needed any proof aside from Toshinori's gut instinct that Izuku Midorya was the right pick for his legacy.

"And blondes," you toss in as a joke, "Those count as a weakness, I'd say—"

Another laugh from All Might. This time it results in a little bit of blood. You're offering up a tissue — one from the pocket pack kept in the pocket of your over-sized sweatshirt. He thanks you. You gently touch his arm.

Izuku Midorya has so fucking clue what's happening right now.

He spends that next night on a deep dive, hours long rabbit hole of 'All Might and Derecho dating?' searches and interview supercuts from their primes. There are no answers — none except a few tweets with unreliable narrations of their interactions and body language.

He actually finds himself saying 'please kiss' out loud on more than on occasion.

What the fuck.

...He's never shipped anything harder in his life.

— a reference to this fic here ;

[specialagentartemis]

unfortunately if I want to independently develop a hypothesis about Rohan's economic/subsistence structure I really need to learn things like the requirements of taking care of horses in the winter and the growing seasons/growing lengths of crops like lettuce, radishes, carrots, and kale, and metalworking time and space commitments, and the types of houses that can be erected and torn down quickly, and the required land area of grazing per horse, and the social organization of Iron Age Eurasian horse cultures, and what other animals might naturally live on the Mark, and productivity and caloric value of mare's milk,

and like. also reread the Lord of the Rings lol

[momentofmemory]

— you're somebody else, flora cash

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