#eruction

[kinkybabygirlsworld]

watching videos of people burping is so much better when I know what they ate and drank 😳

[officialpenisenvy]

mount etna erupting tonight, as seen from a town 60km away

[eructofreak]

Someone needs to study the correlation between inability to burp and the fetishization of said action.

[emoticonheart]

Anon who sent in the frat party scenario: While all the guys try (and fail) to outburp her, the shy girl is still getting bombarded with praise for that crazy belch and might even be getting flirted with a little so she decided to drink a bit more to calm her nerves. Unfortunately she doesn't quite realize that she picked a soda until she finishes the whole thing and locks herself in the bathroom to try and muffle the burp she can feel making it's way from her stomach up her throat and out of her mouth.

It doesn't work of course, the resulting eructation enough to nearly shake the door of it's hinges and completely stop the music all over the house.

...

nonnie. i'm at a loss for words. this is... this is sheer perfection. i haven't been able to stop thinking about this from the moment i read it.

i need to write this. i already have a million different wips but i need to write this. is there a way you'd like me to give you credit for this idea when i get around to writing and posting it? this is ofc not me trying to pressure you into giving yourself a name (i love all my named anons, but i love my unnamed anons just as much, and i only want you to name yourself because you want to) so i can just credit you as an anon on my blog if that's what you'd prefer. let me know what you'd like because i want to give you credit for this heaven sent idea!!

[lesserknowncryptids]

Burping Bobby is a lesser known cryptid

[wurds-fur-nurds]

Erucdesaminivanification (noun) \| i-ˌrək-ˌdē-sə-ˌmi-nə-ˈva-ni-fə-ˌkā-shən

The process by which the sacral reverence or traditional grandeur associated with an object or concept is diminished or entirely removed, often through the mundane, banal, or crude realities of modern life. Example: The erucdesaminivanification of family vacations became evident as the majestic journey once filled with awe and reverence was reduced to a noisy, cramped ride in a minivan, punctuated by fast food stops and sibling squabbles.

The act of trivializing or debasing an experience, particularly one that was once considered sacred or special, often by the intrusion of vulgar or commonplace elements, such as bodily functions or utilitarian vehicles. Example: The ancient ritual lost its solemnity through the erucdesaminivanification brought on by the noisy belching of the participants and the arrival in minivans, eroding the ceremony's intended sanctity.

[okierazorback]

Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5783.222

“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.” I was walking from the bedroom to the bathroom when I belched with much enthusiasm and expressiveness.  Growing up in a household with four…

[spamalie]

the reason god nerfs godtier ao3 authors by making them inactive or like shockingly into some random sports based rpf ship or something is because they would be too powerful otherwise

[literaryvein-reblogs]

list of words related to the body

Borborygmus - intestinal rumbling caused by moving gas.

Deglutition - the act or process of swallowing.

Emesis - an act or instance of vomiting.

Eructation - an act or instance of belching.

Hallux - the innermost digit (such as the big toe) of a hind or lower limb.

Ingurgitate - to swallow greedily or in large quantities; guzzle.

Kibe - heel. It most often refers to "ulcerated chilblains [that is, cracked and swollen sores caused by exposure to cold] especially on the heel," but it can also mean simply "heel."

Mastication - an act or instance of chewing.

Megrim - a migraine.

Micturate - to urinate.

Oscitancy - the act of gaping or yawning.

Osculate - to kiss.

Oxter - the hollow beneath the junction of the arm and the shoulder; armpit.

Philtrum - the vertical groove on the median line of the upper lip.

Phiz - face. It's a playful shortening and alteration of the word physiognomy, which refers to facial features. It sees little use now, but appears in the works of Nathaniel Hawthorne, George Eliot, Herman Melville, and Lucy Maud Montgomery, among others.

Pinna - the largely cartilaginous projecting portion of the external ear.

Popliteal space - a lozenge-shaped space at the back of the knee joint.

Proboscis - the human nose especially when prominent.

Singultus - a hiccup or an attack of hiccuping.

Sternutation - the act or noise of sneezing.

Supercilium - the region of the eyebrows.

Thrapple - throat, windpipe.

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!

More: Word Lists

[thirdity]

In English, words of Latin origin tend to carry overtones of intellectual, moral and aesthetic “classiness" — overtones which are not carried, as a rule, by their Anglo-Saxon equivalents. “Maternal,” for instance, means the same as “motherly,” “intoxicated” as “drunk” — but with what subtly important shades of difference! And when Shakespeare needed a name for a comic character, it was Sir Toby Belch that he chose, not Cavalier Tobias Eructation.

Aldous Huxley, The Perennial Philosophy

[anonsickficker]

{blade x kafka} four days [short_scenarios]

CONTENT BENEATH THE CUT CONTAINS MENTIONS OF {ERUCTATION}, {STUFFING} PLEASE BE WARNED!!!

Kafka kneads Blade’s slightly puffy abdomen, registering the vibrations of the contracting muscles of his stomach, processing every bite that he’s being fed.

She knows he’s not full— at least not as full as she’d like him to be.

“Kafka… no more, please…”, he pushes at her shoulder, turning away to choke out a stifled belch. Kafka frowns a little at the disregard that he shows towards his obvious discomfort, but returns to her straight face when Blade decides to face her once again.

“You’ve neglected four days' worth of sustenance, as I’ve heard from Silver Wolf. What exactly do you do with the allowance that I grant you?”, Kafka loops the last few noodles around her chopsticks, cupping her palm underneath them as she lifts the bite-sized portion to his mouth. She pushes the tips of the chopsticks against his bottom lip with unwavering, steady fingers.

The noodles do indeed slide through Blade’s lips, which he parts only in fear of soiling Kafka’s pristine white shirt. From one of his many concealed pockets, he produces a stack of bills, handing them to her. She eyes the bills, then shoots a dissatisfied look back at him, balancing the chopsticks onto the rim of the now empty bowl as he chews, without so much as a word concerning the unused currency betwixt his battered fingertips.

“I gave that to you to use. Not for you to act as my personal bank account.”, she scowls, reaching for yet another dish. This time, it’s fried rice, prompting her to pick the spoon, allowing the chopsticks a brief moment of retire.

In a moment of dissatisfaction, she digs the utensil into the rice, but nudges the spoon to his mouth tenderly as always. Though the reluctance in Blade’s eyes is apparent, he accepts the food, only swallowing when Kafka nods, and decides he’s broken it down enough in his mouth not to choke.

Blade eats without a word, only ducking away to swallow any burps that had threatened to escape his lips, and to reduce any hiccups to subtle hitches of breath. Kafka’s worry only grows, yet her expression refuses to let such debilitative emotions show themselves.

“Kafka— urp— please… I’m so full…”, at this point, they’d made it through seven different dishes, all of which had been selected by Kafka herself.

“We still have another five to go, Bladie.”, she coos, pressing a palm flat on his now noticeably distended stomach, “To make up for all of those missed meals.”

And right then, Kafka feels as if she’s gained true understanding of the phrase ‘expect the unexpected’.

Blade falls into her, leaning his forehead into the junction of her neck and shoulder, resting his hands on her trim waist. And, for the first time, he properly whines into the crook of her neck, quietly, begging for her to cease. She can only blink in surprise for a few seconds, freezing up to register her current position.

“Oh, alright.”

Blade exhales softly as he’s wrapped in warmth, and lifts his head when Kafka calls his pet name once more.

The groaning of his insides have become unbearably loud at this point, and Kafka confirms her previous worries as she pushes lightly into his side, the action immediately forcing a thick belch from Blade’s oesophagus. Blade stutters in response to his lapse in manners, eventually settling on lowering his flushed face and muttering a ‘sorry’ in an amendment to his rudeness.

Blade swallows down the next burp that threatens to leave his lips, but it remains somewhat audible nonetheless. Kafka does not take kindly to his seemingly polite behaviour, taking hold of his lower jaw and fixing it in place.

“You’re keeping this open.”, she glowers, freeing him from her grip. Much to her content, his jaw does not move from the position she’d set it in. Kafka uses this opportunity to push both palms into his previously nonexistent underbelly, fingers enveloped in the groaning mess it had become.

She feels the movement of his innards, squirming to dislodge another bout of air as it makes its way up his throat. She watches his Adam’s Apple bob, before he parts his lips, just a little, ducks his head, and releases a long, satiated belch, something that manages to shock even Kafka for a split second. She massages any smaller after-burps out of him, focusing on the underside of his abdomen, as he clings onto her, refusing to allow their eyes to meet.

“No worries, Bladie.”, Kafka smiles, as she’s finally able to witness the effects of her endeavours, stroking firmly on Blade’s stomach now, each moment of pressure on his hopelessly over-capacitated abdomen displacing another section of air, eliciting another string of deep, satisfied burps, which the man can only dip his head down to stifle. Blade grasps at Kafka’s shoulders when he gets a little too out of breath, and she rubs reassuring circles into his broad upper back before moving onto another tight spot, working every little pocket of excess air out, each low, heavy belch from him soothing her aforementioned worries just a little bit more.

Once all of his helpless burps have been reduced down to stuffed hiccups, she lets him off, giving his now firm, distended upper belly a few final pats. She cards the fingers of her unoccupied hand through his tangled hair, scratching her fingernails against his scalp gently. He instinctually moves away, before relenting to his natural reaction to the comforting act, by leaning into her touch.

Kafka basks in their now shared warmth for just a little while longer, before moving to clean up the empty dishes. Honestly, he’d done a number on all of the food she had ordered, obediently finishing off enough for a family of four, and then some.

“Kafka…”, his fingers wrap around hers, effectively shackling her in place. Though he doesn’t say much, Kafka doesn’t need another word from him to know his desires. She picks a throw blanket from the pile, prioritising covering him before shifting herself beneath it as well.

Their hands are still joined as she watches him finally fall into a much-deserved slumber.

another 1000 words of weird stuff.. thank you for reading this far 🙇

this is based on {tumsnstuff}'s kafka and blade post.. i recommend it.... without that this writing would not have been made 🙇

i chose 4 because 4 and die/death in chinese are similar sounding (for blade), but its also a convenient number

[belliesandburps]

Zhongli from genshin impact burp scenarios?

Zhongli has an immense appetite and though he's good about self control, Childe, from time to time, pushes him to indulge. He likes to see Zhongli good and stuffed, and once he is, Childe will snuggle up to Zhongli and start rubbing that big, taut belly of his, kneading and caressing every inch of it from under Zhongli's shirt. Zhongli will moan pleasurably at the sensation, but due to his intense digestive system, his stomach tends to break down whatever he eats pretty quickly. Which means Childe's rubbing is going to eventually start coaxing some gas up. As Childe's rubbing away, Zhongli would turn his head and push a fist against his mouth to try and suppress a rather sizable belch, one that rumbles quite loudly in his slightly puffed out cheeks. And upon hearing that muffled eructation, Childe grins and presses down on Zhongli's belly firmly. Zhongli grimaces and gives another muffled burp that's rumbles longer and harder behind his fist. Childe simply smirks and tell Zhongli he'll feel better if he just lets it out, before pushing down even harder. Zhongli grimaces as his gut gurgles aggressively, covers his mouth with his hand, but it eventually gets blown back as his maw opens wide and he unleashes a MONSTROUS belch, one that's deep, powerful, and deafening. It blasts out of him aggressively, and is followed by a series of smaller burps, followed by a long, throaty finisher at the end. When it finally stops, Zhongli huffs breathlessly, slumps back and sighs heavily. Childe grins and gives Zhongli's belly a playful slap, forcing a short but deep afterburp to erupt from his maw which he is way too exhausted to try holding in. Childe just snickers and excuses him teasingly, before caressing Zhongli's bare belly slowly, and remarking that it almost feels deflated. Zhongli huffs, and smirks that he may have a little room for dessert now, prompting Childe to blush even more obviously.

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Connor and Gavin Besties Dynamic would include

Connor trying to be the one above the call-outs and banter that Gavin throws at him in the workplace, for the sake of professionalism

but the second he's off the clock it is ON

Connor also being petty at work in retaliation

they have the dynamic of that one tiktok where this guy is cooking fried chicken in the bathroom as he's taking a shower so that his friend wouldn't steal it, and then his friend breaks in with a screwdriver and and still steals it.

Gavin would take a picture of Hank's living room and use it as his background during FaceTime calls

"Hey... hey Connor come here, i need to tell you something."

"I don't trust you."

"No seriously, I promise I'm not gonna do anything it's for the case."

"......Fine... what is it?"

*burps in his face*

"....... I swear to-"

Connor gets one of those ice cream quart padlocks and locks Gavin's ice cream at the precinct

Gavin just saws off the bottom of the container and eats it like that out of spite.

* Connor and Gavin at a bar*

Gavin: you better step down, son, taking this whole thing too far. Hold me back, Connor. I'm serious, hold me back, Connor! I'm seRIOUS HOLD ME BAC-......... why aren't you holding me back?

"Excuse me, Gavin but i have those reports for the Carey case right here for you on my desk."

"I ain't falling for my own joke, tin can."

"No, I am serious. And even if i was trying to pull the same joke, i am incapable of eructation."

"Oh... well okay the-"

T̶̝̳̍͛͜H̷̨̻͕̪̣͗Ę̵̬͔̬̹̄͜ ̵͙̫͇̰̺̗̈́̎̍̅̕F̷̧̼̟̪̱͕̑Į̶̟̖̠̮̈́́Ţ̵̲̯̤̪̄̄N̴̳̍Ẹ̷̅̈́̌̉̊̚͜S̸̨̰͔̿̄̀̿͝S̶̲̳̲̑̌̔ ̸̮̓̇G̵̪͖̥̖̯̈͌̐̿Ṝ̷A̴̧̢͂̊̏̾M̵̟̥̹̥̝̖͒ ̴̧̩̯̿̽͑P̶̮̪̿̌̈̽̋̀Á̸͇̭̈́C̸̩̠̀̇͛͠Ẹ̷̪̱͇̼͊R̶̥̦̫͑́̓̅͗̈́ ̶̩͍͍͓̞̔͌̋̎̓̈́T̸̛̬̟͐̀͛̈́̈Ę̴̜̟̜̹̿̿͗S̵̛̩̝̩͗͊͆̄͛ͅͅT̷͚͒ ̴̗͌ͅI̶͖͒̓́̏S̷̤̞̻̟̅̂̄̎ ̴̨̉̾̐̀͛͋Á̸̝̫̋͑͠ ̷̨̘̠̦͕̅M̶̜̬͍̼̗̬͗̏̊̈͝U̸̫̯̩̬͛͝Ĺ̵̜̼̜̦̀̇̆̕͘T̶͔͉͗̈́Ḯ̴͙S̴̯͙̣͓̫̀̈͜Ṯ̷͎̥͓̌͐̎͑Ą̴̳̖̓͆̀̄̀͜G̷̻̯͎͒̑̉̓E̴̗̭̒ ̷̡̺̮͚̞́̽̈́̈́̕A̴̠̝̿͒͂̕ͅĘ̴̠̮͌̐̒R̷̠̼̙̉̒O̸̼͍͗̈́͗̃̃B̵͍͈̪͖͎̔̓̅̇͘͘I̷̝͉̪̍̔C̸̖̘͙̆͗ ̴̣͉̝̳͖͋͜͝Ç̵̨̹͗A̵͉̺̟͇͠ͅP̷̪͕͔̱͙̬̓̄A̶̟͖̯̹͎̒̎C̵͔̮͍͗̂̌͊̿͝Ī̵̤́͊͆̀͊T̷̙͉͖̙͜͝ͅŸ̴̖͈͚̜͓̱́̾ ̷̘͆̂̄͗͝T̶̻̿Ę̷̢̬̔̒S̷͔͙̹̪̉͑̃͌̀Ṭ̵̓̏̅̉-"

Gavin: god I fucking hate that guy, he's such a prick

Coworker: why don't you just stop being friends with him then?

Gavin: FUCK NO! He's already agreed to be my Best Man

*Connor working silently and diligently*

*notices Gavin staring at him from across the bullpen*

"..... what?"

"You're ass is grass and I'm gonna mow it."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Gavin punching in the teeth of xenophobes. Or at the very least cussing them out because no, Gavin, you already have enough write-ups and complaints as it is, you gotta stop it. Yes, i appreciate the intentions, but the means are getting you in trouble.

Old Cop Acquaintance: Last time we hung out you hated androids. You've gotten soft.

Gavin: No, i've gotten hard. Because he's my best friend, he's my pal. My homeboy, my rotten soldier; my sweet cheese, my good time boy

the newer cops in the precinct start spreading a rumor that Gavin and Connor are dating, and when Connor brings it up with Gavin to see if he wants to do anything to dispel the rumors he just says "If you don't have rumors going around that you and your best friend are dating, then you aren't real best friends."

that's basically how Connor realizes that he has a best friend for the first time.

Gavin: Connor, would you ever bail me out of jail?

Connor: Bold of you to assume I'm not in jail with you

Gavin: bro

Connor: Nines would be the one to bail us out of jail.

Gavin: aw fuck, no, come on! Nines would give us the Look of Disappointment

Connor: Better than the Dad of Disapproval

Gavin: fair point

Tactical Training Day is full of chaos because Gavin makes a bet that he'll do better and while Connor doesn't outright agree to it, you can tell he's playing along because he's putting more effort into the simulations than normal.

Gavin: Okay, run it by me one more time. What do you do if i get shot in the field?

Connor: well, I was programmed to immediately get you clear of the line of fire and then provide medical assistance until back-up or an ALS unit arrives.

Gavin: but?

Connor: ...but you've asked me to cry out "MMMMMM WHATCHA SAAYYY!" and then proceed with my protocols.

Gavin: exACTLY

[automatonne]

I know he's already a big fella, but do you have any stuffing headcanons for TFP Bulkhead?

Sure! Big guys gotta eat! I was literally just wondering when my resident BH fan was gonna show up lmao

THE BIGGEST LUG STUFFING HCs

I totally see Wrec/ker eating contests being a thing? Jackie is one of his favorite opponents. The little guy can give him a run for his money, but he hasn’t been beaten once.

The prize? More fuel! Plus whatever the loser didn’t manage to drink! Don’t be silly! He’s tough!

He’s a massive guy, so he already has plenty of room for fuel. He’s a big ol’ truck, too, so it kinda demands that he have a bit reserve on hand. It’s understood on his team that he needs heavier rations than the others.

(Doesn’t mean their medic doesn’t bitch a little about it when he’s tempted to take a bit more than he should, though he’s pretty good about sticking to his fair share in times of crisis.)

Rude in habit but polite in manner. He drinks like he has a hole in his lip. The medic has had to snap at him to slow down, so they don’t lose more precious fuel as runoff. He just licks his lips and apologizes somewhat half-heartedly, albeit sheepishly.

Burping contests are totally a thing between him and Jackie, too. Another thing he’s never lost. One time he drank so much that he made their base rattle with the eructation, and their leader sternly (and disappointedly) suggested that they take it outside. (He and the doc are trying not to purge a little. They don’t understand how bots can just act like this.)

Now they go out to the canyons where the acoustics are better, anyway.

Bellyaches are a stranger to him. He doesn’t really get them. His tank is made of the sternest stuff.

When he’s nice and full, he loves to lounge around and rub his gut, not caring who sees or who admonishes him for being “lazy.” He just chuckles that he’s a big guy! He needs to let everything take its time to filter through!

[pudgy-planets]

Thunderous, rolling eructations.

[okierazorback]

Just call me Dr. Frankenstein

Señora and I went for a short stay a Pere Marquette Lodge to celebrate the February triplet of her birthday, Valentine’s Day and the anniversary of when we met, all happening within five days of each other. Dr. Frankenstein’s Most Current Operation For some reason early in this couple’s fiesta I related to Señora a behavior my ex developed late in (more…) “”