#i think this is the worst its ever been before

[clearlyonhere]

I’ve been putting on a lot of weight recently and it’s getting obvious so I think I should go back to the gym. I have noticed I’m blowing up like a balloon with all of the fat piling its way onto my body. I don’t even recognize my body in the mirror anymore. I used to have high sharp cheek bones and a defined jawline, now I have rounded chubby cheeks and what will soon be able to be called a double chin. My neck is thicker. All the definition once visible in my toned arms is disappearing. If I don’t do something soon I know the muscle under the fat will make them look that much fatter. My once small but nice boobs have grown to be hugely round tits the size of cantaloupes…. My toned legs are softening and expanding at a rapid pace. My thighs have begun rubbing together. My ass used to be firm, but now it’s jiggling with every step I take. And my belly is the worst. I used to have defined abs. People would come up all the time and ask how I got my abs to be so defined. My abs have disappear under a thick layer of marshmallow like fat. I’ve had people say I’m so round I look pregnant. I have a roll of fat that hangs over the waist band of all my pants because they are getting FAR too small for my ever growing figure. I’ve gone from such a fit sexy girl into a round chubby piggy. The only problem is, I just tried on some work out clothes to go to the gym and they are all way too small! I can’t even pull them up over my gargantuan belly! They are squeezing my ass and thighs so tight I feel like I’m a bust can of biscuits. The other problem is I don’t know if I can stop eating. My belly is constantly demanding to be stuffed full of fattening foods. My old gym friends haven’t seen me in months. If I go they may comment on just how BIG I’ve gotten. I’m sire if I showed up in this I’d be stared at the whole time. Whispers would start. All the people who used to ask my advice and come talk to me would probably not even speak to me. And if they did they would probably ask when I’d gotten so fat. I can’t imagine even trying to run now. My belly jiggles when I walk. I can even feel my love handles jiggle! I don’t even know how to lose this weight! Maybe I should just accept my fat(e) and accept that I’m meant to be a chubby girl.

If you saw me in the gym now compared to last summer what would you say to me?

The before photo is me from last summer

[dirt-str1der]

WHY DID YOU FEEL THE NEED TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR AROACE SENKU HEADCANON ON MY GAY SENKU AND TRANS REI POST

Just finished Dr Stone Reboot

[bigassmoth]

Sho frowned as he watched Leo tap furiously at his screen.

"Dude....eat your fuckin food." The plate of ultra-hot chili ramen was getting cold in the table.

"Yeah, whatever." Leo rolled his eyes and huffed, sending his tweet and then slapping his phone down. He ate angrily while Sho regarded him with a rasied eyebrow.

"The fucks wrong with you?"

Leo looked at Sho with annoyance and slurped his noodles.

"That NPC is the problem. Ever since I made that post calling them my girlfriend, followers have been bitching."

"Isnt that what you wanted? A few days ago you were laughing about it." Sho starts cleaning after confirming that the dish meets Leos impractical level of spice.

"It -was- funny but now it's just annoying. Everyone keeps calling them a Basic Bitch or an NPC, its every other comment. So unoriginal."

"That's what you call the honor student all the tim-"

"And when it's not regurgitating the same stupid one-liner, it's moaning about how someone else would be such a better fit."

Leo steamrolled Sho's comment and then picked up his phone with a scoff.

"See? Listen to this, "She is too boring for you Leo, you would be such a better match with Anastasia" as if that Kardashian copying nepobaby is half as interesting." Leo reads the text aloud before scooping more noodles into his mouth.

"Is that the blogger that keeps getting a new baby animal every few years?" Sho puts his freshly cleaned knives onto the magnetic board you talked him into getting to save on space.

"Yeah, she keeps hopping on trends. She ditched the Italian Greyhound and got a micro husky- whatever the fuck that is." Leo slathers a piece of his pork belly in sriracha before popping it into his mouth.

A new voice joins the discussion as you pass by Leos table.

"That sounds unethical. Hey Sho I know it's late, do you have anything you could whip up for me?" You peer up at Sho as you lean against the truck. The dark circles under your eyes and your unkempt hair say enough- you just got back from another mission.

"Hm...sure I think I have something I can whip together. But dont get mad at me if it doesnt turn out." Sho easily relents and begins rummaging through his fridge.

"Youre cooking is always good, thats why I can never get mad at anything you do." You tease back- it was no secret that food was the way to your heart. You had a wealth of patience for anyone who offered you snacks.

Leo grew tired of listening and scoffed.

"Did you get so tired of flirting with that musclehead so you had to move onto a guy in love with his motorcycle?"

"Shut up man." Sho responds automatically. You sit down across from Leo.

"I also love Bonnie." You say matter-of-facrly while resting your head on your arms.

"Gross." Leo rolls his eyes and aims his phone at you. He takes a couple pictures, decides on one that is decidedly your worst angle in the worst lighting. His snickering makes you open your eyes.

"What did you do?" You are annoyed when you speak to him and lacking the familiarity that you hold for Sho.

"Just want the internet to know my relationship with my girlfriend is going well." Leo shows you his recent post with a sly grin.

Having learned better, and too tired to care, you dont bother reading it and once again shut your eyes.

"As long as you arent trying to extort Tohma-senpai again." You sigh.

From inside the truck while he heats up your food, Sho opens his phone to view the post.

Your picture is editted with several heart emoties with a caption reading "Best Girlfriend Ever<3 She ordered 23,456 yen worth of food but forgot her wallet, shes so silly!" The comments are already scalding as they tear into your character. Sho peeks out to see Leo smugly scrolling through the comments before he reaches out and pats your hair.

"Ah, NPC-chan youre such good rage bait~" he coos.

"Youre welcome." You sigh out. Sho snorts as he brings you a bowl of ramen. In a short amount of time you had adjusted to Leo miraculously. Typically this unbothered attitude would bother the chic influencer but without realizing it he had become endeared to your attitude. The two sat with you and chatted as you ate your food. Sho eventually kicking Leo when he tried to get a picture of you eating.

edit: part 2

[gtwscratch]

Hello! I’m the person who sent the anon ask about making more detailed case files and I wrote one for Grain. So here it is!

-Subject 001 case file-

-Description-

Subject 001 is a 5 foot and 3 inch tall British male with dirty blonde hair. As is commonplace with most of the subjects in Watcher Labs the testing process has come with side effects that resulted in a change in its appearance. Since testing started the subject’s eyes changed from their dark brown shade to a brighter purple. Along with this, parts of Subject 001’s hair have turned the same bright purple shade and it has gained purple markings on its face and limbs. A purple streak comes out right below each of its eyes and purple lines run up its arms and legs. Just like all of the test subjects, its number is tattooed onto its neck in black ink.

-Testing and Containment Procedures-

When not in testing Subject 001 is to be kept in a cell at the far end of the main containment area with Subject 014. Ever since the subjects of Watcher Labs were separated into more cells after the incident in which Subject 005 was nearly killed by 001 after it lured a Mob 001 specimen   to it, Subject 001 has kept to itself. Before the incident the subject was known to be fond of Subjects 005, 0013, and 0016. Since the incident Subject 001 one is to be kept away from Subject 005 at all times. 

During testing 001 is only to be given anesthesia if it has mimicked an ability which is shown by its purple markings glowing. If it has not mimicked a power then it will only be strapped in place and if necessary sedated. If 001 refuses to be tested on then guards have full permission to use sedatives and brute force to bring it in. If 001 fights back then guards can use tasers to decommission it, they should only use weapons in the worst case scenario.

-Abilities, Statistics, and State Of Health-

Due to testing Subject 001 gained the ability to mimic the abilities of other subjects. When mimicking one of the other subjects 001’s purple markings glow. Due to its ability it is to be kept away from Subjects 009, 012, and 018 at all times.

Former Name - Grian Xelqua

Threat Level - 3

Casualties Caused - 0

Researcher(s) In Charge Of Testing - Dr. Scratch, Dr. Zodiac, and Dr. Ink

Status - Alive

Physical Health - Surviving

Date Of Next Test - Not Yet Determined

-File Image-

File image has not been taken yet. Will be taken soon.

This is so cool!! I like all your little theories you’ve added in!

And I noticed a couple of familiar names for the researchers in charge of Grian’s testing 👀 Perhaps I’ll put in a couple reoccurring names in my asks/comments as a little Easter egg lol

I think I said this when you sent me that first ask, but I’d like to make a bigger post that explains exactly how everyone’s powers work and more information on the characters themselves. That won’t be until after everyone is revealed, though.

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 0

Okay so I know the way I framed it makes it seem like I discovered this last second, but uhhh nah I found this months ago during I the making of the Music Video. So let’s tell a little story before I start getting weird with it.

So like. I couldn’t tell you what sent me down this path, but I was looking through a flashdrive with very old files on it, like, two or three whole laptops old. Actually probably only two. Anyway, on this old flashdrive I found a page of sketches from 2020. How do I know it was from 2020? It had villagers from my first island in Animal Crossing New Horizons on it. There was also a really rough looking sketch of what I can only assume was Mukuro and Sayaka. And in the bottom right corner, was this image. What might be the oldest piece of Junkan art I have, period. 

Okay that’s not technically accurate. I mentioned it offhandedly before but the first ever Junkan piece I drew was basically a joke. Because at the time the idea of Junkan being a healthy relationship was just a joke between me and my friends.

Four panels, and the joke is basically “Junko scraps her entire tragedy plan because Mikan’s hot and she wants to bang her.” I could easily find it, and I won’t act like I didn’t consider doing so to put it at the very bottom of this post purely for historical/archival purposes. But I kinda just get irrationally angry looking at it so I think I’m fine just, leaving it behind. And god knows it ain’t getting its own post.

So even if it’s not the true first junkan I ever drew, it’s the first one I drew where I gave a shit. That I can say for sure.

I wish I remembered drawing it though. 

Yeah i just, have no recollection of this. I don’t know why I drew it, what it is, anything. I have theories of course. My strongest one is that I read the first two chapters of Smile, and in my blacked out state of mine I drew this to get something out of my system? But that might not line up with the timeline. But I’ve no way of confirming what caused this to come into existence.

I have another theory unrelated to why it exists but for a certain aspect. I noticed as I was putting this together that Junko's got a Rabbit Clip in her hair (despite also having a bear clip but hey I wasn't exactly memorizing the designs by this point). That either means 2 things. I fucked up and didn't realize Junko doesn't wear the same outfit as disguised mukuro. Oooor, because I was so paranoid, and I'm pretty sure I sent this to at least a few friends at the time if not a slightly more public area (by my standards), I might have drawn it like that so worst case scenario I could write it off as Mukuro in Junko's outfit.

It kinda scared me at first when I looked at this? Like, this just exists and because of the time between now and when I allegedly drew this, there’s just this disconnect. Like, I don’t feel like I made this. I was so different back in 2020, I had less baggage, but also I kinda just felt isolated from a lot of people. I had like, 2 people I talked too pretty consistently, I had acquaintances but it wasn’t till later after my ex that I started actually talking to people more. 

Normally when I look at old art, it’s just that, looking at old art. But that’s because I can remember those pieces usually, this is something so old and obscure it couldn’t even become a memory, it’s uncanny. 

Now that I’ve had it sitting in my files that sense of unease is a lot less prominent. Now I can just look at it as old art like normal. 

I don’t really know what the point of this was? I guess I just wanted to provide one more treat, even if we jumped way down the scale of quality from Day 100. But hey it kind of being like, a relic makes up for it probably? I dunno. So this is the proper end of the project! It’s been nice! Even if I’ll see ya back for Junkan Week, and then way later The Month of Junkan, it definitely won’t feel the exact same. I’m gonna miss these daily posts, but I guess that’s why I’m gonna just have to make even more Junkan to keep it up! Though I don’t know if I’ll ramble as much as I did across these posts. Glad ya’ll liked em though! I always felt worried about being overboard with my commentary but it seems like that was just a bit more baseless paranoia on my part~

Look forward to the coming months! Because I sure am! 

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~

[auxmodi]

I love your writing!! Thank you for keeping us Sandor girlies fed. I was wondering if you could write a Sandor x Baratheon Princess reader 🤭🤭 it could be any scenario you think of!! I’m just a sucker for that trope

aaaa THANKYOU it means the world to me! <3 i had a lot of fun writing this, hope it hits the spot anon :) its cute and wholesome and kinda gives the same vibe as when sandor and sansa saw eachother in s8

summary: you're a princess, but you trained in secret, learned to fight, and with sandor clegane's brutal guidance, you became something stronger. on the night before the battle, you reunite with him, both of you changed, but standing together, ready for what’s to come.

tags: mentions of war, battle trauma, character growth,

you used to be a princess. just a princess, wrapped in silk and smiles, always told to sit still and look pretty. they never let you forget it.

but you hated it. hated that your value was only ever measured by your bloodline, not what you could do. you weren’t just some helpless thing to be protected. you weren’t fragile.

and so, you stopped pretending.

it started small, a sword slipped into your hands in secret. the first few swings were nothing but awkward, your arms stiff, the weight of the blade unfamiliar. but you kept at it. because, deep down, you knew the truth: if you didn’t fight for yourself, no one else would.

it was him who noticed.

sandor clegane.

he wasn’t the first to see you pick up a sword, and he didn’t care to be nice about it. “what the hell are you doing with that thing, princess?” he had asked, gruff and disinterested, barely sparing you a glance.

you didn’t answer him. you didn’t need to. but the next day, he was there, watching you.

he didn’t train you in any way that felt nice. there was no hand-holding, no encouragement. just him grumbling about your form, making you fight until your arms were raw. and you hated him for it, at first. hated the way he treated you like a soldier, not some fragile girl.

but it was real. he didn’t treat you like a princess. he didn’t coddle you or let you pretend you were something you weren’t.

"keep your bloody head down," he’d snap as he showed you how to hold the blade properly. "you’ll be dead before you get a chance to swing it right."

and, bit by bit, you stopped thinking you were.

it wasn’t just about the sword, not anymore. It was about learning how to be someone who wasn’t afraid. someone who didn’t run at the first sign of danger.

and though sandor never said it, you knew you were getting better. stronger.

-

and then, the war came, and you weren’t the same girl.

no more silk. no more tea parties. no more pretending you could be tamed by anyone. not by your father’s orders, not by the rules of some court you never felt a part of.

no one looked at you the same anymore. not since you’d picked up that sword and started training like your life depended on it. because, honestly? it did.

you were battle-hardened, scarred from your own battles, and you’d fought your way through the worst of it all.

the camp was quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that only comes when the world is holding its breath. the fires crackled in the distance, but the sounds of men sharpening their blades and the muffled chatter of soldiers felt distant, almost like they were from a different life entirely.

the air was cold, and the weight of your armor felt heavier than it should have. you were trying not to let your mind race, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of your own breathing, but it was hard.

you walked, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to shake off the nerves. the world felt too small right now, too suffocating.

and then, you bumped into something solid.

“watch where you’re goin’, little bird."

his voice was rough, the same as it had always been. but there was something different in it now. less gruff. maybe it was the weight of everything that had passed. or maybe it was just him, standing here in the cold with you, when the rest of the world seemed to be falling apart.

you didn’t turn right away. you just stood there, feeling the wind on your face. for a moment, it felt like nothing had changed, even though everything had.

when you did turn, you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.

he was standing there, as big as ever, his armor dark and worn, his face just as scarred as you remembered. but his eyes, they were softer now, not the same as before. more... weathered.

"long time no see," you said quietly, your voice carrying more than you thought it would. It was almost like you were two people who’d lived whole lives apart, and now, in this moment, everything was coming back to you.

he shifted awkwardly, like he didn’t quite know what to do with this new version of you. this... different you.

"guess you’ve changed a bit," he muttered, his voice lower than usual. It was like he was still trying to keep that distance, even now. but you could hear the faintest edge of something else in his tone, maybe even admiration.

"you could say that," you replied, shifting your weight slightly as you met his gaze. "i’m not that girl anymore."

you weren’t, and sandor could see it. he wasn’t blind, after all.

there was a beat of silence between you two, like you were both taking a moment to remember the past, to feel the weight of everything you’d been through.

finally, he spoke again, quieter this time, almost as if he was hesitant. "you ready for tomorrow?"

you nodded without hesitation. "i'm as ready as I’ll ever be."

his gaze softened even more, just for a moment, and you felt a small flicker of warmth inside you, a comfort you hadn’t realized you needed. it was the kind of warmth you only found in moments like this, where everything was falling apart, and yet you still found a way to stand beside the people who mattered.

finally, you looked at him, your voice quieter this time. "i don’t think i could’ve made it this far without you."

he glanced away for a second, like he didn’t know what to do with the vulnerability in your words. but when he finally met your gaze again, there was something different in his eyes, something almost tender.

“you’re stronger than you think, little bird.”

and for the first time in what felt like ages, you really believed it.

the weight of his words settled in your chest, and for a long moment, neither of you moved. the world was still in turmoil around you, the cold wind biting at your skin, but here, in this strange moment between war and what was coming. you didn’t feel as afraid. you didn’t know if you’d survive tomorrow, if any of you would. but right now, in this fleeting moment, before the world crumbled down on you, you weren’t facing it alone.

and that was enough.

[cryingpariah]

Gonna have to project on Dragon a little bit to get by today (like I don’t already).

Sometimes he calls his mom because he’s just… tired. Bone deep, soul-crushingly, heartbreakingly tired. Wishing all of this could stop for a little while and let him rest. Wishing it had never started to begin with. Wishing he could pass this burden on to someone else and walk away. Wishing anybody else could have been the one to wage this war.

He doesn’t want to do this anymore…

He just wants to go home…

He knew no one would answer. He knew it but there was a comfort in it he couldn’t properly explain. Maybe it was cruel or even masochistic but hearing Blanca dial a little flicker of hope settled into his stomach, maybe, maybe she would pick up and be alive and give him the advice and comforted he so sorely needed. Of course all he got was the answer mechanism on the snail (that hadn’t been damaged much in that apparent raid). Maybe worst of all was that it was the family snail and so the voice that greeted him wasn’t just hers but his Tayta, his brother, his sister, him. His own voice startled him. It was lighter and full of a joy he could no longer claim as his own. He listens as the family that no longer existed told him that they were probably too busy to come to the snail currently but please do leave a message and they get right back to him!

“Probably.” His father's voice chimed in his usual gleeful but unhelpful manner. Dragon heard a little smack before his Mamay's voice came back.

“We will. I’ll make sure of it.”

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Shit, that was his cue to say something! He quickly cleared his throat (accidentally trigger a light coughing fit) before starting to speak.

“Ma- *Koff* Mamay it's me, Dragon. I, uh, could really use some help right now. I’m just…so tired of everything Mamay. That’s not to say I think what I did was a mistake! It’s just….the fight continues to wage on. Good people, scared people, they look to me for the answers that I don’t have. Sometimes I wonder if I should have just stayed home and been a farmer. I’m not nearly as good as you were but- are, I meant are. I-I'm sorry. I don’t think you’re- I’m sure you’re-.”

He sighed, heavy and worn from the world and its sadistic need to inflict every pain and sorrow on him. He quickly ran a hand down his face, wordlessly wiping the stray tears that found their way down. Outside, a light drizzle had begun.

“Sorry, sorry I just…sorry. I don’t intend to give up, not ever it’s just…I never realized you could be so tired. I wanna lie down and just once not worry about budget or deadlines or whatever crockshit the World Government has decided next. Did you get tired too? Somehow I get the feeling you bore it better than I ever could. If-…If I did run, would you be disappointed in me? You always told me to finish what you start but I feel so empty Mamay. I wish you were here, I wish we were all together again, so you could all look at me and tell me I’m being a silly little overthinker. I wish you could meet Sabo, you’d love him to bits I know. I wish…I wish I could have introduced you to Luffy-.”

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

A cool automated voice spoke out to him.

“End of message. If you are satisfied with your message click 1, if you wish to delete your message click 2.”

He came back into focus to the feeling of a watery eyed Blanca nuzzling his hand and cooing softly. He scratched her chin before hesitantly pressing 1.

[vossn]

I don’t blame you, 16-year old me, for deciding that you weren’t strong enough to handle it. That you traded the bathroom floor for gentle numbness and decided to seek yourself in other things and people than inside your body. Some days, I am not sure if I am strong enough either.

[roseworth]

Wait ok I'm not knowledgeable on anything Wilson family. Slade drugs Rose???

yeah <///3 before tt03 they had met like once ever (and it went poorly) so to get rose on his side slade injected her with a super soldier serum

in #0.5 he kidnaps her after buying a hit on her (many such cases) and goes "cmon rose we can be a family lets be a family <3333" and she agrees (because shes angry and slade is the one handing her a weapon to kill the man that killed her mother)

then theyre on the same side for a while! the first time we hear about the serum (and iirc only time its specifically mentioned while shes being drugged) is in #12 (BART 🥺)

we also see some flashbacks in fresh hell of slade giving her the serum too

anyways then she joins the team and everything is alright (lie). this is the first confirmation that she was being drugged, plus also showing that shes staying on the team just bc shes afraid slade will get her again :(

in any story that takes place from 2003-2006 that includes rose & slade (bg #63-64, nightwing #112-115, etc), rose is being drugged :(

basically the writers needed an explanation for why she would choose to work with slade and wanted an excuse for why she would be able to join the titans later on and honestly? rare johns banger. this plotline fucks to me. completely defines rose's relationship with slade and gives her a concrete reason to hate him but also have very complicated feelings about her place in his life ouuughhhh

but in conclusion slade sucks so heres some panels of rose beating him up

[moe-broey]

While the World's Slowest Slowburn makes the most logical sense, between Kiran and Alfonse. In my heart. Moe manages to find a way to get in an overly handsy way too intimate WAY too soon I just got my ass ghosted or perhaps dumped situationship with Alfonse. In a demisexuality and trust issues honoring way. ALL under Moe's assumption, that "Well he's Not gonna get attached to me so It's Fine."

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

having a good day is so wild like what do you MEAN I'm not miserable and unmotivated and crushingly apathetic and absolutely exhausted brain fog just want to sleep???

[guinevereslancelot]

decided to leave my job and i'm gonna fr gonna cryyyyy

[eryanlainfa]

My brain at 2 am : what if... au where Var died and Aiden is the one carrying the journey through the trials in an attempt to appease their grief

Me : ... stop that

My brain : so V takes his mother's place in the narrative and the name of the series just becomes a reminder of his absence

Me : ...

My brain : anyway. Here's a "We'll be fine" animatic except it's Aiden and Yong singing :)

Me, crying : omg-

[cryptids]

ok sorry to rant out of nowhere but why is tender is the flesh on every book youtuber's top 10 (or whatever) best horror books ever list 😭 it was so bad, I couldn't even finish it bc it was so uninteresting... like I would get it if a few people loved it bc people's tastes are always gonna vary, but the fact that its SO popular just baffles me like am I missing something or am I crazy or what lmao??? and one of the best books EVER?????

[jacklesraised]

m/cr finally going on tour again but their promo and timing was NOT thought out at ALL

[infizero]

stumbles out of we solved fnaf and we're not kidding covered inblood