#fat captain america

[waight-gain]

Cap's bearification set 1

[comicwaren]

From Ultimates Vol. 4 #006

Art by Juan Frigeri and Federico Blee

Written by Deniz Camp

[thattripleabattery]

I just took a James Bond class in college last semester and it made me realize how male body standards in movies has changed especially me being a big fan of super hero movies

For instance James Bond portrayed by Sean Connery in the 1960s

His character is shown as a bombshell ladies man

When in modern day films portraying a desirable male body shows dehydrated unhealthy bodies which makes me so upset

[bougiebutchbitch]

AND ANOTHER THING I LIKE ABOUT GOTG -

The male characters aren't as horrifically skinny as in other mcu projects? Peter, Drax (obviously, man is allergic to shirts) and Yondu all obviously have like, some/a lot of muscle in their Shirtless Scenes (Drax's 'shirtless scene' being. every time he's on screen. you go, my autism man with sensory issues. I love you so much ghdfhdfhdh). But they all have more padding than most other mcu men??? Like, Peter's shirtless scenes are literally just thirst traps but still

he's got beef but it's not horrifically dehydrated!! he doesn't look like he's about to pass out, and I like that in shirtless men

[pororokka51]

[churrobear]

[griseldabanks]

For the WIP game, would you tell me about "See Through My Eyes" and "As My Own Soul", please?

See Through My Eyes is...hmm, maybe I'll just give you a cryptic excerpt, because it should be obvious immediately what it's fanfiction of ;) This is how the fic will begin:

I'm with you to the end of the line.... “Heart rate is 60 bpm. Neurological activity beginning to spike.” “Increase the en-sed to 80%. I'm almost done, then we'll stitch him up.” Words bounced meaninglessly against his eardrums, along with a steady beeping sound that he felt he should recognize. The fog in his mind began to lift, fraying and unraveling like...like.... There was something important. Something he...needed to remember.... What was it? I'm...with you...to the...to.... He wanted to pry his eyes open, wanted to open his mouth and ask those muffled voices what it meant. But he felt something cold slither through his veins, and he sank into the dark fog of oblivion once more. I'm with you....

As My Own Soul is an original story about two brothers - David, who is ten, and his fourteen-year-old brother, Jonathan (see what I did there durr hurr hurr). It's meant to be a simple slice-of-life kind of story about these brothers and how the strength of their relationship helps them in the day-to-day struggles of life. With hopefully a few twists and turns along the way ;)

So far, I've only written one scene for it, in a random burst of inspiration one day that has had literally no follow-up so far XD My sister and I have talked about the possibility of collaborating and turning it into a visual novel, because this story just seems really suited to that format. But anyway, here - there are only four pages of this story written so far, but I already managed to fit an LotR reference into it:

“Hey, I can prove they don't know what they're talking about. Remember Lord of the Rings?” David nodded. Jonathan had read it to him last year, and then they'd borrowed the movies from the library. He'd watched them over and over until they had to go back. Maybe they should check them out again.... “Okay. Then think about Samwise Gamgee. He's a chubby little Hobbit. A gardener. Not a graceful Elf like Legolas, not a cool sword-wielding warrior like Aragorn. He doesn't have magic like Gandalf. But you know what? If it wasn't for him, the Ring would never have made it to Mordor. Some people say he's the true hero of the story. And did he ever stop to say, 'Oh well, I'm fat, guess I'll give up now'?” Despite himself, David giggled at the thought. Already, his heart felt lighter. Somehow, Jonathan always seemed able to make anything bearable. He swiped his hand across his eyes again. “So...are you saying that...I'm not fat?” Jonathan shrugged. “I'm saying, who cares if you're fat or not? Some lame guys at school think you're fat? So what? That's like the oldest insult in the book. Just goes to show you've got more creativity in your little toe than they could ever hope to have.” He could hear a wry smile in Jonathan's voice. “Of all people, I should know that.”

WIP Game

[cant-icle]

okay it's a couple days late but now that you've mentioned it i can't stop thinking about it: what DID happen during morgana and ryuji's sushi date in conflagration?

They have to be sneaky about it, of course. No decent sushi place will let him stay for longer than it would take for Morgana's head to pop out of his bag before kindly but firmly escorting him out.

That's fine, though. This place is his favorite; he's been coming here for years now, since he joined the clinic just two stops down the line. It's small, never too crowded, and cute as all hell. The selection varies with the seasons, so he knows the fish is always fresh.

He's always thought, in the back of his mind, deep down in the box where he put everything else about Akira, that it would have been nice to take him here for a date. Tangle their legs beneath the table, split a parfait at the end. Fight over the fatty tuna.

Instead of dark hair and a wicked smile across from him he's got dark fur and sharp blue eyes beside him, tucked into the corner of his booth where he can oh-so-stealthily sneak slices of fish into the bag.

The joys of modern technology, too-- with his phone out and one earbud in, it doesn't matter if it looks like he's talking to himself.

"Aaah," Morgana says rapturously as Ryuji hands the next piece down. "I haven't had a meal this good in-- well, who's to say! Is there any salmon roe coming up?"

"I'll keep an eye out." The flounder disappears from between his fingertips; Ryuji casually wipes them on a napkin and snags a nearby piece of mackerel sushi. "You doin' alright down there? I think I can empty out this sauce dish and put some water in it."

A moment while Morgana swallows. "That's very thoughtful! You've clearly done some growing up while I've been away, Ryuji." The eyes looking back up at him are rimmed with frost, but squint up in the same familiar smile. He can't help but smile back. He's missed the cattiness (no pun intended) that he can look back on fondly after almost a decade of distance. "I'm good for now, but you can get me a bottle of water from the konbini when we leave."

"Sure thing."

There's another stretch of quiet between them. Mackerel, salmon roe, shrimp. Some maguro for him, some maguro for Mona.

He wants to ask. He doesn't want to ask. He wants Mona to just tell him. Even though he's grown up, he never figured out the best way to do verbal subterfuge.

Just when he goes to open his mouth, though, Morgana clears his throat. When Ryuji looks down, he sees Morgana shake his head.

"I know what you want to ask," he says, "and I'm not going to talk about it. Not yet. I'm sorry," he adds, which is both surprising and-- and what? Ryuji doesn't really know. "But I've been trying to get him back here for so long, and I don't want to have to lie to him when you bring me back. I don't want him to want to run again, he's been running for so long."

He sighs, something that should be too long and too deep for those tiny lungs. It's full of sorrow. "He's tired. I'm tired too, but I'll never let him know that. I'm the hope of all humanity, you know-- I can keep going for the both of us as long as he needs. So--" abruptly he's Mona again, all steel spine and authority. "Don't ask me about him, or where we've been. But tell me about you! What have you been eating to make you get that big?! Don't you know that phantom thieves are supposed to be able to sneak around without getting stuck in windows?!"

"Are you calling me fat?!"

[daincrediblegg]

Tired of people saying “oh look at my old man😍” and the picture they attach is some buff anime dude with grey hair grow up

[waight-gain]

Cap's bearification set 2

[chubbydrawer]

*now on patreon* As Steve Rogers ran down the street after his muscle growth experiment, he began to feel heavier with each step… #maleweightgain #fat #chubby #thick #gainer #gainerart #bigboy #bigbelly #fatter #growingboy #growingbelly #tightclothes #poppingseams

[silveragelovechild]

While the narration could be sharper, the Weight Watchers Avengers look pretty funny.

[thecuddlymuffintop]

Tonight, at 7 pm CDT, I will be continuing my Brotastic adventures with Crusnik Heim, Nyxsie, and Captain Rilu with BroForce over on my YouTube channel.

You're more than welcome to stop by with the above link.

[i-loved-silly]

WOLVERINE x READER x DEADPOOL — fuckup twinsies

dp&w spoilers!!

So I had a silly idea. Sorry if it’s out of character, I haven’t written for canon characters in a fat while but these two are stuck in my head. Enjoy :3

POV: you’re a dimension hopper : sent to the Void as a punishment for doing your thing. Damnit

Dust. Sand. Desert. That was all you knew ever since you were banished here. The place you were basically forced to call home—funnily enough, (actually it’s rather sad) you had forgotten what your real home was. A large, and I mean LARGE amount of timeline touching and dimension hopping does that to you.

By spending years of visiting dimensions and maybe messing a couple things up, you damaged your own timeline. Simply because you wanted to take Mr Captain America’s shield back to your home dimension. What can you say, a little artifact doesn’t hurt, right?

Except it did.

Now you’re stuck here, and honestly? It’s fine. You had nothing to return to anyway. At least you thought. TVA explained it that way, anyways. Everything was fine. You spent your years here surviving and avoiding Cassandra Nova by making your own little underground hobbit hole. How cute.

Everything was the same everyday—you hid out, occasionally left to find food and materials, came back to safety. Until one day you heard something while out scavenging—almost like distant yells? From above you??—You looked up and was shocked to see two figures falling out of the sky and barreling straight for you.

"OOMF --" You were thrown onto the sand on your back, you swore you felt a couple bones break...or something. All your belongings in your little ripped backpack went flying around you and the others stabbed into your back. Then there was the weight on top of you. A muscular , red, and talkative weight.

"Owww, oh fuck, that hurt. I hit bones. I just hit someon--oh." Deadpool groaned, snapping his elbows back into place to get a good look at you. He blinked. "Well lookey here, who the hell are you? Wait, did i kill them?" He gasped as he saw your pained scowl.

Wade frantically shook you by the shoulders. Getting hit by something from that high should have killed you. You coughed, ugh...your whole body hurt. You don’t remember if you gave yourself overpowered abilities before hopping into this dimension…or the last one. Was it during the time you went to the Loki-verse? Season one, episode five? Nah.

"Get off of them," Logan grunted, dusting himself off from his spot a few feet away. Hey, at least you weren’t hit by both of them. "See what you did, you fucking idiot? Get away from them."

"Woah, okay! First of all, it's not like I wanted to crash into someone like a wrecking ball, got it? I am not Miley. But look, they're fine!" He shook you by the shoulder again and you spat out a bit of blood.

"Guhh..." You groaned, rolling over. Yep, your bones were definetly crushed.

"We're not here to poke around, Wade. We're on a mission." Logan glanced at your beat up form wearily--oh well, if you weren't dead by now you'll be fine.

"Fine," Wade let go of you, letting your body flop back onto the sand with another "thud" on impact. "Oops, Im sooo sorry. I-..oh come on! Don't you have at least a little bit of a curious tickle? They can help us." He whined, gesturing to you and to Logan.

"They're a stranger, bub. Just...leave em there." He hesitated, then grunted and turned the other way.

You groaned in pain again--seems like they're your only lines--and sat up on your elbows. Your head was pounding and suddenly it was too bright outside. "W-wait..I’m fine..just let me.." You pressed your palm against your forehead.

Wade leaned down in front of you, placing his hands on his knees. "Oh, you're alive. Good. Why are you here, little buddy?"

You tried laughing nervously but a cough interrupted you. Right, there was sand in your lungs. "I uh...couple years ago I touched a timeline I shouldn't have. More like, a lot of timelines. Kinda-sorta fucked up."

Wade let out a loud gasp and placed his hands on the sides of his face, then made a giddy noise. "Eek! Fuck up twinsies! You heard that, Logan? We aren't the only dimensional fuck ups!" He was oddly enthusiastic, the scruffy guy in the distance wasn't so much.

Actually now that you think about it, he seemed a bit enraged. Just a bit. “Who the hell is we?”

"Who are you again?" You muttered, grunting as you worked on standing up. Wade extended a hand and you took it, before you could thank him—he quite literally yanked you up by the arm like a fucking ragdoll. You hit his chest and your eyes widdened.

"How the heck do you not know me? I mean you probably don’t know him, that sexy beast of a man is Logan, professionally Wolverine. Not a very good one though. Anyway, I'm Wade Wilson, but you can call me Wade. Or Deadpool. Or the Merc with a Mouth. Or the Chimichanga Bandit. Or—"

"Wade, shut the fuck up."

Wait.

“Wait, you’re Deadpool and Wolverine? Like the real ones?”

PART 2

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Fatboy Slim - Praise You 1999

"Praise You" is a song by British big beat musician Fatboy Slim, and was released as the third single from his second studio album, You've Come a Long Way, Baby (1998). It reached number one on the UK Singles Chart and in Iceland, number four in Canada, number six in Ireland, and number 36 in the US. A total of six samples are used in the song. The song features a prominent vocal sample from the opening of "Take Yo' Praise" by Camille Yarbrough, as well as a prominent piano sample from the track "Balance and Rehearsal" from a test album entitled Sessions released by audio electronics company JBL in 1973. That recording session was for "Captain America", sung by Hoyt Axton; a snippet of Axton's vocals humming the "Captain America" melody can be heard in the album version of "Praise You." "Praise You" also features a guitar sample from the opening of "It's a Small World" from the Disneyland Records-released album Mickey Mouse Disco, the theme from the cartoon series Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, the electric piano riff from "Lucky Man" by Steve Miller Band, and the drum beat from "Running Back To Me" by Tom Fogerty. In a 2021 interview with the website WhoSampled, Yarbrough said that she liked "Praise You" and its use of her vocals, feeling that Cook kept the essence of "Take Yo' Praise".

The accompanying video for "Praise You" was directed by Spike Jonze with Roman Coppola. Jonze starred in the film, under the pseudonym Richard Koufey, along with a fictional dance group: The Torrance Community Dance Group. The video intro described it as "A Torrance Public Film Production". The video was shot guerrilla-style – that is, on location without obtaining permission from the owners of the property – in front of puzzled onlookers outside the Fox Bruin Theater in Westwood, Los Angeles, California. In the video, a heavily disguised Jonze and the dance group, acting as a flash mob, dance to "Praise You", much to the chagrin of a theatre employee who turns off their portable stereo.

The video reportedly cost only US$800 to produce. It won three major awards at the 1999 MTV Video Music Awards: Breakthrough Video, Best Direction, and Best Choreography. It was also nominated for, but did not win, Best Dance Video. In 2001, it was voted number one of the 100 best videos of all time, in a poll to mark the 20th anniversary of MTV.

"Praise You" received a total of 80,6% yes votes! Previous Fatboy Slim polls: #12 "Weapon of Choice".

[celestialeyeshine]

The fact that this scene is so fluid and seems so flowy should be testament enough of the awesome job Studio Orange is doing.

Animating stuff which is supposed to be floating in water is MAYHEM.

Also, to everybody keep telling that Tristamp Vash is a twink... I'm so glad we got him into this tank, so the liquid makes the clothes STICK to his skin.

Naï might be a huge beefcake, but Vash is still a freaking brick wall.

We know Vash is likely self conscious not only of his scars, but also of his height and his size. Very likely. Black is not just for radiation absorption, injury coverage, and hiding (when he doesn't have his brightass coat).

Black slims.

And a loose-ish fit doesn't only allow for comfortable movement, but also helps him to appear less menacing (he should be around 180-188 cm [5'11-6'2], depending on the source).

I mean, have you seen his shoulders? This man has the wingspan of a flippin' Andean condor.