#i love me some carbs

[byuntrash101]

I WOULD GIVE UP CARBS FOR YOU MINGI

[miserye]

I would never be able to survive a low carb diet

[candycryptids]

Should really just make a post with all my silly little oc Spotify playlists. Might as well be this one.

Non-Specific XIV playlists (made up of XIV songs and some remixes of them, includes songs from Canon Crossover Raids like NIER and Ivalice) [Battle] [Relax]

Chuusday’s playlist [Workshop] (factory noise/boss themes/electronic) and [Dreaming Of electric Kaarakuul] (gramophone graininess and blues)

Tuesday’s Playlist [Chores Simulator] (Louie Zong, Piano, Waltzes, the feeling of being in a new small town possibly on the coast)

Ishi’li’s Playlist [Dazzling Eorzean Adventurer In Purple] (Creepy Nuts, hip hop, 8-bit/chip tune, J-rock. The most vibe varied playlist so far imho, but Ishi has a wider range of musical tastes because of their background…)

Levraut’s playlist [Pirates + Investigations] (Sea shanties, drinking, sailing songs, hints of harpsichord, occasional tension)

Tangy’s playlist [Internal Thoughts] (Basically All Elevator Music BayBee) and [Orange Jams] (shoegaze/garage rock, crunchy)

Swydghem’s (and Solkmyna’s, they’re sorta blended, I was listening to it the whole time I was writing [This]) playlist [The Sea Rises To Meet You] (Somber, more women’s vocals than men, longing, Gaelic)

Maltagliati’s playlist [Haunting Hours are 24/7] (Halloweenish and Video Game Chill-hop with some Dungeon Crawling sprinkled in. Laid back hanging out in a haunted house or perhaps in Haukke Manor’s basement on a dare, summoning Creatures. Or, low stakes hide and seek with a monster. I dunno.)

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

i love that in lone bot and carb the music playing when bonz-eye explains her situation it goes from minor key signifying how she feels alone and isolated due to not knowing where she belongs , to major key at the end where she is , in a sense , at peace knowing she isn't lonely in her situation-- the other lost bots , and to a larger degree , lady macaron , have shown her that it isn't all about being in a clique full of other people like you. you can be yourself and choose who you want to be and what you want to do even if you're going solo.

and bonz-eye knows that now. even if she's still sad she'll probably never meet other plant bots, or those as down-to-earth as she is , she feels as if she has a goal now . a purpose . the very thing she was looking for in the first place. to be herself & to keep going , not for , but with her new-found friends. the ones who've been there from day 1. the music really ties it together with a neat bow, the last few notes in the major key having a sweet conclusion , reflecting how she's semi at peace with her thoughts and where she is. tl;dr god i love this show

[tryhoney-moved]

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[olive-riggzey]

I just need to get something off my chest about getting "complimented" for my body

I hate it. It makes me so uncomfortable when people tell me that they wish they had my body. But if I ever dare complain about it, people think I'm fishing for compliments when I'm definitely NOT. And I know my problems aren't nearly as bad as the ones on the other side, but it makes me feel so awful because I feel like I'm somehow reinforcing the mindset that fuels fatphobia. It just makes me so upset that people use me as an "example" like that!!!

"You're so lucky you’re skinny." Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up. I do not CARE about being skinny. I literally couldn’t care less about how thin or fat my body is. This just happens to be my body's resting position. I am a small person. I celebrate when I gain weight because my ADD meds surpress my appetite, and it was such a struggle to eat EVEN WHEN I WANTED FOOD BECAUSE I WAS HUNGRY. I literally always eat food when I'm hungry because why wouldn’t I??? Why would you deprive your body of something it is literally begging you for????? Why do people have to think that one body shape is superior and that that shape is worth the deprivation??????

"Why do you eat so much bread? That’s so many carbs." Do you even know what carbs are for. Also I eat bread because it tastes good. Nothing anyone says will ever get me to stop living on bread and rice. "But you'll get fat!" SO WHAT???? What is so wrong about being fat???? NOTHING! Stop trying to make me feel bad about what I eat for absolutely no reason. I literally couldn’t care less what you think about me. I am mad that you had to be a 'phobe about it.

But seriously. I did ballroom dance for more than a decade. Competively. Every single costume that my studio used had the dresses made to make the girls look skinny and busty with hips to spare. "You were blessed, unlike the rest of us," my coach once told while she unstitched the padding from my dress. The lady that measured us thought it would be funny to tell everyone that my waist was the same size as the biggest guy on the team's thigh. I overheard one of the moms comment on a girl, whispering to my mom to ask if the girl was pregnant. She proceeded to tell my mom, "It’s too bad my daughter doesn’t have a body like your daughter's."

And they wonder why nearly every girl on the team ended up with an eating disorder????

After I came out as ace, I had someone tell me that my body is "wasted on someone that's not going to use it." Oh, so my worth is now being equated to how "sexy" you think my body is???? Are you even hearing yourself??????

It's not fair that people keeping putting up this invisible divide between me and those with bodies that they for some reason don’t like. I literally love fat people, and there have been way too many times that I've been used specifically by a 'phobe to make fat people feel inferior. Leave me out of it!!! I don’t care about your stupid diet culture or whatever!!! Stop trying to use me in your sick and disgusting ways of shaming people that are literally perfect!!!!

[cicadidae-tm9899]

Y'know...i think wearing earbuds like 24/7 and playing my music and shows super loud probably isn't the best for my hearing..

[ryuuka-balaen]

had a strange dream that I lived somewhere that has a robust trainsystem and I took a train with my brother to another country where the station was in a huge circular open area in a building of cut stone like a castle with a lot of canals and waterways in it and I bought some fresh baked bread from a street stall there but I have no idea how much I paid for the bread bc I couldn't understand the guy and dont know how much dollar a quid is worth anyway and I woke up disappointed that I don't have tasty tasty fresh warm bread to munch on

also that vendor didn't give my credit card back, so. I think I actually paid my entire bank account for two big paper bags full of warm bread and y'know what that's a fair price.

[fakeoutbf]

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[mishkakagehishka]

It's actually going well, i would say

[elektroyu]

Just went potty with the doggos and found it has snowed like 6cm in the last 2 hours and

it's like winter ✨❄️🌨️

[filet-o-feelings]

Did taco bell make my bowl extra big or is my appetite terrible again?

[candycryptids]

☠️ I love creating characters but I gotta figure out how to stop feeling like, such shame about it. Like, I’m not a dog who just pissed in the most secret secluded corner they could find trying to avoid getting in trouble 😭

😔 Gestures vaguely. Let’s unlearn shame together. Tomorrow.

[marshmellody]

THIS ISNT WORKING AND IM HUNGRY ALL THE TIME

[bunnys-kisses]

bulk

capt. john price

cw: smut/pwp, rugby au, rugby player!price, age gap (20s/40s), size difference/kink, rough sex, doggy style, headlock (slight choking), dirty talk & degrading language, breeding kink, is this ticking off boxes for anyone?

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john price was a big man. almost ten years playing professional rugby for the english team, he had bulked up since his early years on the team.  thick muscle and a nice softness over top. he was strong, able to carry all the groceries inside of your shared flat and also get his hulking frame across the field with ball in hand. he was also hairy, patches of hair across his chest down to his belly, didn't mention all the pubic hair between his legs. it obscured a lot of his tattoos that he had gotten over the years, like your name over his heart and his jersey number at his thigh (you knew you'd get too hot if you thought about his thighs too much).  you once told him, with your tongue loose with alcohol that it was the ideal male body. that these ‘dehydrated poor excuses of men’ needed to drink water and eat some carbs. 

price was a man's man. you knew the first time you fucked him, that you'd never ever fuck with those limp dicked boys at your university. you got addicted to the feeling of a real man, one who know exactly how to make your eyes roll back and your tongue hang out, panting heavily like a good bitch you were.

post-game price was your favourite shade of john price. you could feel his electricity while in the passenger seat of the car after the match. when he pulled out of the parking lot, he placed his large hand on your thigh. he played with the edge of your skirt and kept his eyes on the road. you could tell that the wheels in his head were turning. 

  “honey?”

  “been thinkin', love.” he said as his fingers edged up your skirt a little more. like he was a teen boy rather than a forty year old man. he was teasing you, knowing that there would be no way you could both fuck in the back of his car. even it was an expensive vehicle, it would be a tight fit for such a large man and his smaller wife. 

you looked at him and said, “never a good thing for a man to think.” you giggled then yelped when he gripped your thigh suddenly. 

he chuckled a little as he continued to drive, “thinkin' about makin' a baby.” he licked his top lip, “i ain't gettin' any younger, love. and you're almost done school, so i think it's high time we start makin' a family.” his words were honey in your brain. it made you squirm. your much bigger, much older husband was asking for you to make a baby with him. 

  “someone's got baby fever.” you giggled as you placed your hand over his. the air of the car grew warmer, which made price open the window a little.  you squeaked a little bit when he gripped you harder. you felt your heart rate pick up at the feeling of his large hands on you.

he chuckled a little, as he looked at you briefly while at a stop light. he leaned in to kiss you, “of course. part of me's been thinkin' about you walking across the stage at your graduation with my little brat in your belly.” then looked back to start driving again. 

you rubbed your thighs together and felt wet at your core. you couldn't deny your husband, plus you had been subject to baby fever as well. maybe it was your body screaming for your lover. to have a part of him in you. and it wasn't like you two were being the most safe, so accidents could've happened. once back at your flat, you weren't in your clothes for long. 

price had practically ripped your skirt off of you and those large paws he called hands were groping at your plush ass with his lips on your neck.  you could feel his hard cock inside of his white briefs. the pre cum leaked through the fabric as he humped against you. he said in a heated tone, “i need it. i need her.” while made you moan then try to get your bra and panties off. you felt the heat rising in your skin, it was painfully hot for you. it excited you in ways that left you feeling hot all over. 

  “how badly, honey?”

he pulled you right up against him, his clothed cock digging into your abdomen, “more than anythin'. i need ‘er.  i need ’er stuff full. want it to smell like me for months. and if it doesn't, i'll just fill 'er up again.” he slapped your ass and watched you moan with your back arched. he groped the cheek one last time before he took his naked wife to the bedroom. 

his clothes were tossed to the side too, the t-shirt from the rugby league and basketball shorts. once everything was off, you admired your lover for a long moment. seeing all the heft and hair on him. his body that was so strong that he could easily crush you in his bicep or between his thighs. it made your core throb as you got into bed. 

  “nah, nah.” price said as he got onto the bed and grabbed your hips, “i need a deeper angle, somethin' to really show her i love you.” then patted your pussy before he gripped onto your hips once more and turned you onto your stomach. he then angled your hips up then dragged a finger across your achy slit. he chuckled, “there she is.” then leaned in to give your slick cunt a little blow, watching your hole flutter.

  “mmm please, honey.” you arched your back as you felt your husband so close to you. your hulking husband who only hours earlier was running across the field, fighting his way through the other team. his strong legs carried him and you were sitting in the stands with your thighs pressed together with need. 

price replied, “i know, i know. i know you need me” he rubbed his achy cock up against your slit, “always so good for me. knew for the moment i met ya that i wanted ya for the rest of my days.” there was an age gap between you two, but in all fairness, it turned you on even more. knowing that this handsome older man wanted to make sure that his cock was buried in you. 

when he pressed into you, your back arched. you gasped heavily into the covers as he lifted your hips further to get a better angle to sink into you. he laid over top of you, his fuzzy body up against your back. he pressed his weight onto you and kept that heavy cock of his snug inside of you. you groaned loudly, muffled by the pillows under your head. 

  “honey.” you whined as you felt the ache of his cock so deep in you. 

he got one of his hefty arms around your throat, keeping you further pinned against the bed. it wasn't hard enough to choke the lights out of ou. but enough to have pressure that made your head swim. it all felt so good and just just started. your voice was strained when price started to rut against you. his pace wasn't fast like a young stallion, but they were hard. every thrust of his hips were lazily slow but hit the back of your pussy perfectly. his cock had a thickness to it, you had carried rolls of ground beef that weighed less than his cock. not to mention the forest of pubic hair anf his breeder balls. he was a perfect man, body and all. he  took you so well. 

  “she likes me.” he said, “your pretty cunt. i bet you were thinkin' about me on the field. all dirty and roughed up, yeah. bet you wished i fucked ya right in the locker room. let the boys hear how i make my girl feel. bruise that poor pussy of yours.” he said, words hot in your heat. it made sweat settle over you.

you whimpered a little against the covers, “please, john. ah!”

he continued to fuck you, his pace was aggressive and it made you see stars. his arm was still around your throat and you could feel your pulse in your jaw. he left messy kisses on your face, leaving your cheek wet. you whimpered and clenched around his cock which only made him fuck you harder. you were such a good little wife for him. being so good to your man while he wrecked your sweet little hole. 

  "honey! please! you whimpered as you arched your back, but didn't get far due to the impressive size of your lover. you felt pinned under him, his strength. you gasped out another noise as the blunt head of his cock kept bullying your sweet insides. letting it make a huge mess of you, his cock was soaked in your wetness. it dripped down his hairy balls. he loved making his girl feel good. 

he continued to kiss your face, not quite getting your lips. his facial hair brushed against your heated skin and made you over sensitive. his mouth kept running as he kept moving. he felt hot all over, like a heat in his gut as he battered your sweet insides, “my perfect woman.  know how to take me so well. meant to take me. givin' me the privilege to make you a mama. ya like that? showin' up to uni with a little extra next semester. my dutiful little wife. keepin' up her studies while she nursing my babe.” he chuckled as he continued to keep that pussy of yours nice and filled. 

you gasped and moaned into the covers. you could be as loud as you wanted, you were in the safety of your bedroom as price rutted against you. your body was sweaty and your head was swimming. it was so painfully erotic, you felt hot all over. your heart thumped in your chest with a heavy beat as price kept moving against you. 

  “you're lucky you have the ring already. if your classmates saw you with a nice round middle, they might have gotten the wrong idea about you. that you're a dirty slag who can't keep her legs closed.” he chuckled as he licked down the sweat on the side of your neck, “dirty bird. but it's alright, we're married. you're my wife. mrs. jonathan price. about time you got a little one in your belly.” he pressed further into you and it made your head spin. his cock felt like it was pressing into your stomach. 

  “i love you.” you panted.

he finally kissed your lips, or at least the corner as he tightened his hold around your throat, “i love ya too, sweet thing. lettin' my cock bully your sweet insides. made for me, all of me. don't worry, be keepin' that womb warm for a long time. hope ya like 'em big, price boys can be a handful.” he laughed as he kissed the back of your neck. 

he was fully crowded in your space as he worked your sweet pussy. you barely had time to think before you felt the flash of orgasm through your body. it was like being engulfed in a quick heat while your body tensed up and your mind went blank. your pussy drooling on his cock, beckoning him to finish inside of you. 

a good husband always finishes in his wife. 

with a few more heavy thrusts against your limp body price finished inside of you. he pushed his cock all the way inside of you and made sure that your hips were at an angle that made it easier for you to get pregnant. he clutched onto you as he slowed down to a stop. your eyes rolled back a little as he pulled out. the loss of pressure made you whine. you weren't able to form any proper thoughts, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as your husband rolled you onto your back and kissed you deeply on the lips. 

no need to think, mrs. price. let your rugby playing husband do all the decision making. <3

[queenerdloser]

me, once every three months: wow considering how much garbage i shovel into my body, i should probably try to eat healthier. add some veggies. mayhaps a fruit.

me, the next day: my craving for carbs and protein CANNOT be overstated. i must have bread or i will die.