#patty stump

[halo2rat]

[gummy-sharks666]

Rick

[stump-o-matically]

happy st pattys day ft my favorite patrick in green + livin in up!!

[imamfstarboyyy]

i remember seeing this post about andrew hozier that basically went like

"hozier has the greatest lyrics but reading them feels like an invasion of privacy-- if andrew wanted me to know what he was saying he would have enunciated."

that is how i feel listening to any fall out boy song ever. amazing lyricism but if patrick wanted me to know it-- he would have enunciated better.

[ribbitrrrbitxhs]

My Chemical Romance is back together

Fall Out Boy still regularly makes music and tours

Dan and Phil are regularly making videos

Jack from Jack and Dean just announced that he and Dean are working on new comedy shorts again

Patty fucking Walters, former YouTuber and lead singer of as it is fucking popped up on my for you page

Matt Smith and David Tennant are in major shows

Doctor Who is good again

It’s like watching the avengers as symbol scene from endgame all over again, but for sad gay teenagers from 2013.

But gay.

[whack-patty]

finally got my act together and organized my thoughts for the whole rest of the sneep snorp story. id like to apologize in advance because it's gonna get . uh. it's gonna. um. uh

[tvbles]

Patrick laying in bed with Evelyn, staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought: Evelyn, do you ever stay awake at night thinking about something that’s bothering you?

Evelyn, who is tired and most likely half asleep: Well, I don’t think much about such Patty, but maybe. Depends really.

Patrick: Do you think about how Tim is a natural blonde?

Evelyn: Um.. not to the point it’s keeping me up at night, no?

Patrick: Well I do.

Evelyn: Don’t think too much about it sweetie, if it’s keeping you up at night - Patty you need your sleep.

With that, Evelyn let’s out a short yawn before drifting to sleep. Patrick, on the other hand, stays awake thinking about the fact his coworker is a natural blonde. He is stumped. Curious. Intrigued.

Undoubtedly, Patrick stayed up more so then he thought he would. A blonde Timothy haunts his mind at work.

[hyacinthi-mortem]

But not patty stumpy 😭

I WILL NOT EXCLUSIVELY REFER TO PATRICK AS PATTY STUMPY @50000-bees-in-a-trenchcoat

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

Which of the DWMA students are the most to least likely to rearrange their room in the middle of the night

Most Likely - Patty - She goes where whatever random thread of thought takes her, and if a voice in her head randomly says “what would the bed look like slightly slanted in the middle of the room?” at 2:37am, then she will get right up and start moving.

Maka - She spends too many nights staying up late studying, and eventually she hits a point where her brain is fried. Maka is big on the feng shui of rooms. She rearranges her room constantly with the change in seasons, changes in her life, changes in the school year, so that every object in her room flows to best fit her needs. It’s also how she works through problems she’s stumped on. While discovering missing socks under the bed, and knick knacks that got stuck under her dresser, Maka also finds the answers to problems she couldn’t quite solve.

Black Star - He is surprisingly big on catching enough sleep to help him power through each day and defeat God, but when he can’t sleep, he’ll rearrange his room as extra strength training. He likes to maximize the amount of empty space in his room so he can do extra at home workouts. 

Crona - Something would set them off. Like they don’t like how the moon is shining in their eyes when they are trying to sleep at night, and then the ticking of the clock is keeping them awake, and then they think they see a shadow until they spiral and start rearranging their entire room. But then they get overwhelmed by THAT, and just pass out on the floor. Maka finds them curled up in a ball the next morning when she goes to check in on them and make sure that they ate breakfast. She sees the mess, steps out to make a few phone calls to clear the rest of her day, and then helps Crona organize and set their room up how they like it, and is patient no matter how many times they want to rearrange everything.

Death the Kid-  He’s in the same boat as Crona where something might set him off, but Liz banned him from rearranging his room in the middle of the night after she woke up too many times to him screaming about the symmetry of his room. He can rearrange his room if he really wants to, but only when she is on vacation for a week or longer.

Liz - More likely to empty out and go through her entire wardrobe than to do the heavy lifting without any help in the middle of the night. She’s down for a good middle of the night “I want to remake myself” moment, but moving everything around? No. She would rather go through her closet and make some impulse online purchases. 

Soul - He just… can’t be bothered. Soul’s room is already set up exactly how he likes it, so there’s no reason for him to go moving it around, especially not when he’s tired after a long day. If he sees something he wants changed, he just does it. But Soul doesn’t feel the need for a big room revamp in the middle of the night.

Least likely - Tsubaki - Girl needs her sleep. She handles Black Star all day, and if she is going to match his energy, then she is in bed at a decent time, cooling eye patches on, humidifier and essential oils steaming away, minding her own business, tucked into bed, catching them zzz’s. Do Not Disturb.

[colortalestudio]

"The Princess of Maple Hollow" Story For Kids

It wasn’t every day a princess lived in Maple Hollow. Truth be told, most folks in that tiny Midwest town didn’t believe in princesses at all. But Lucy Mayfield, a freckle-faced girl of just seven, declared herself one anyhow.

“I’m Princess Lucy, ruler of Maple Hollow!” she’d proclaim, standing on the old tree stump in the middle of the town park. Her "royal crown" was a plastic tiara she’d won at the county fair last summer, and her "royal robe" was just a purple blanket draped over her shoulders. But Lucy didn’t care. In her heart, she knew she was royalty.

Her older brother, Billy, thought it was the silliest thing he’d ever seen. “Princess Lucy? Yeah right,” he’d say, rolling his eyes. “A princess doesn’t live in a house with a leaky roof and a yard full of dandelions.”

Lucy would just stick her nose in the air and march off. “Shows what you know, Billy. A real princess doesn’t need a castle.”

One warm Friday evening, as the sun turned the sky a soft golden pink, Lucy decided to hold court in her "kingdom." She grabbed her tiara, her blanket robe, and her trusty wooden scepter (which was really just a stick from the yard). She marched down Main Street with all the confidence in the world, waving to the townsfolk like they were her loyal subjects.

Old Mr. Jenkins, who owned the hardware store, chuckled and tipped his hat as she passed. “Evenin’, Princess.”

“Good evening, Sir Jenkins,” Lucy replied with a curtsy.

At the diner, Miss Patty leaned out the door with a plate of pie in her hand. “Care for some royal dessert, Your Highness?”

Lucy grinned. “Thank you, Lady Patty, but I must tend to my kingdom first.”

She made her way to the park, where the tree stump waited patiently for her. Climbing onto it, she raised her scepter high and declared, “The Kingdom of Maple Hollow is safe and sound! Long live the people!”

A few kids playing tag nearby stopped to cheer. Even Billy, who’d followed her out of curiosity and was leaning against a tree, gave her a slow clap. “Nice speech, Your Majesty,” he teased, though there was a hint of a smile on his face.

But just as Lucy was about to step down, a soft whimper caught her ears. She froze, tilting her head. “Do you hear that?”

Billy frowned. “Hear what?”

Lucy hopped off the stump and followed the sound, her blanket trailing behind her like a real royal robe. She crouched near the bushes by the playground and gasped. There, tangled in the shrubs, was a little brown puppy, its paw stuck in the branches.

“It’s a puppy!” Lucy cried, her eyes wide. She gently reached out, speaking in the soothing tone she’d heard her mom use with the neighbor’s dog. “It’s okay, little guy. I’m here to help.”

Billy hurried over. “Careful, Lucy. It might bite.”

“Nonsense,” she said firmly. “I’m a princess. Princesses help their people—and their puppies.”

With a little patience and a lot of care, Lucy freed the pup’s paw. It wagged its tail furiously and licked her hand, making her giggle. “See? He knows I’m the princess.”

Billy shook his head, but this time, he didn’t argue. “What’re you gonna do with him?”

Lucy stood tall, holding the puppy in her arms like a treasure. “I’m going to take him home. Every princess needs a royal dog.”

And so, Lucy marched back down Main Street, the puppy nestled in her arms, her tiara sparkling in the fading sunlight. The townsfolk watched her go, smiling at the little girl with the big imagination and the even bigger heart.

From that day on, Maple Hollow had two things it had never had before: a princess, and her loyal royal pup, Sir Barkington. And if you asked Lucy, she’d tell you it was the happiest kingdom in all the land.

Goodnight, your majesty! May your dreams be filled with castles, crowns, and royal adventures. 🌙👑✨

[playermagic23]

Will Do Patti be the game-changer for actresses who turn producers?

While we wish Kriti Sanon the best of luck with her debut film, Do Patti, which will be available on Netflix on October 25, we can only hope that it will be the first of many game changers: a huge success among actress productions!

We say this because, thus far, there has been an alarmingly high rate of flops when women become film producers. Even the few actresses who have turned filmmakers have had a dismal track record at the box office (Simi Garewal's Rukhsat, Hema Malini's Dil Aashna Hai and Tell Me O Kkhuda, as well as the telefilm Mohini and five films directed by Pooja Bhatt from Paap to Jism 2).

There are some exceptions. The exceptions in this list are insignificant, as we will see. Reena Roy's home productions, Muqabla (1979) and Sanam Teri Kasam (1982), were both hero-driven films, whereas Juhi Chawla's co-production, Chalte Chalte, was co-produced with an actor—Shah Rukh Khan—and directed by Aziz Mirza. Yes, Kangana Ranaut's Manikarnika performed similarly. Priyanka Chopra Jonas' regional films, beginning with her smash-hit Marathi début, Ventilator, were profitable, while her Hindi film, The Sky is Pink, was not.

And the Rule! The list of flops is indeed voluminous, extending from Shashikala's Karodpati way back in 1961 (which, according to the late actress, "turned us into kangalpatis or broke!"), Nargis' Raat Aur Din and Sharmila Tagore's Tyaag to the aforementioned films as well as Neetu Singh's Chorni, Raakhee's Pugli, Taaqat (1982) and Zindagani, the Madhuri Dixit home productions, Dil Tera Aashiq (despite Salman Khan!), Yaraana (1996), Mohabbat (1997) and Padmini Kolhapure productions, Dav Pech and Rockford, and (according to rumor) the Zeenat Aman-backed Baat Ban Jaye are also examples.

As is customary, many of these films were "officially" produced by frontmen such as family members, relatives, or secretaries. "But the money obviously came from the star concerned!" says one industry source.

In the millenium, Lara Dutta's Chalo Dilli (albeit a wonderful film), Raveena Tandon Thadani's Stumped!, Manisha Koirala's Paisa Vasool, and Preity Zinta's Ishqk In Paris joined the list of flops. Shilpa Shetty's Dishkiyaoon, Anushka Sharma's highly anticipated NH10, Phillauri, and Pari (after which she chose the safe, OTT route with Bbulbul and Qala), Deepika Padukone's Chhapaak, and Taapsee Pannu's Blurr and Dhak Dhak (all excellent films). As evidenced by some of the examples above, it was not necessarily necessary for the actresses to appear in all of their productions. But that didn't change the situation!

Alia Bhatt made a spectacular debut with Darlings last year, which, like Do Patti, was streamed on Netflix, raising expectations for her next (this time theatrical) co-production, Jigra. However, that film, along with Kareena Kapoor Khan's The Buckingham Murders, collapsed like a house of cards.

The Trade View According to veteran distributor-exhibitor Raj Bansal, "Actresses are not as familiar with the commercial aspects as they should be." Filmmaking is about bringing something positive to the table, and they have their own perspectives on this."

He stated that there will always be stories that no one else wants to produce, but actresses believe they can create the best film for them! "It is always content that will hold, and if that does not, no film is going to work, however big the star," stated the director.

However, Bansal emphasizes the importance of budgeting. "A film like The Buckingham Murders has recovered its investment before the release through non-theatrical avenues and so it does not really matter if collections are not good!" He makes the case. "However, the terrain should be evaluated, and the target audience should not be limited to metropolitan areas. Also, if we look closely, directors such as Hansal Mehta (The Buckingham Murders) and Vasan Bala (Alia Bhatt's Jigra) do not cater to the masses."

[3ashell]

i keep dreaming up about this new family comedy/drama TV show thats obv not real, where the opening is like a really bad rendition of a pop rock song that's like...trying to be punk? Each time I've watched it in the dream, I was sitting down in the living room with my sister like we usually would when watching the TV. We always start complaining about it (esp since the opening is like a watered down version of malcom in the middle but instead Justin Bartha is the main character so its jus him looking awkward) but we can't seem to change the channel cuz the show is kinda good and grabs our attention. It's about this family with a loser dad played by Justin Bartha, his 4 children that range from ages 12-6, and his wife, who's a struggling recovering alcoholic. Anyways, the episode begins with this burger that was at the scene of a crime and potential murder of the popular band Fall Out Boy. It opens in the desert with a man that ig has been stalking Fall Out Boy and he's planning to kill them, but as he continues on his journey he's actually having to be stopped by like, military bases and he kills all of them but then he dies and falls to the desert ground, leaving only a picture of the band with red x's on their eyes. While not long later, the band is doing side quests casually in that same area. They come upon the burger and the mad scientist (that's what the stalker looked to be) and are shocked cuz its like omg somebody was planning to murder us you guys, then Patrick Stump bends down slowly surveying the peculiar burger that's right next to the assailant, and picks up the burger with these large surgical tongs and places it into an evidence bag. Then what I can only recall as a song like imagine dragons radioactive playing the camera zooms in on the burger into its microscopic origins, for them to investigate what happened and how/why this guy was out to kill them.

So then the oldest kid, a chubby lil guy with dusty brown buzzed hair, is dreaming about this EXACT burger, and he keeps sending mental images to his sister (who's apparently jesus idfk) about this burger. And she's like why are you showing me this? And he's like "I'm not controlling it, sometimes my dreams don't have meaning" so he's like don't worry abt it. But the sister and the mom are both like?? Cuz for the past 2 weeks he's been thinking and muttering about this burger and how he needs his burger, he's becoming withdrawn, looking distantly out of windows, being a loner at the playground at school when he's usually very active. Always muttering "I need my burger". In one scene he's staring out of their bedroom window and u can literally see in the distance the silhouette of the burger. He has one last dream of the burger where the top bun lifts up and there's a smiley face drawn in ketchup on the pattie and that's it.

[gummy-sharks666]

Babe you gotta wake up a new Patrick Stump reaction image hit the pentagon

[fenrisisms]

the lovely @lastlightinternet tagged me in ye olde six song soundtrack for my ocs, presumably to cause me lasting psychic damage but unbeknownst to them i'm the Sound of my ocs Guy. so anyway they picked some guys and i made some soundtracks. i was really unwell about this. some of them escaped containment and got seven songs, even. i even annotated the playlists. enjoy.

i'm not tagging anyone specific but if you see this and you want to have a crack consider yourself tagged by me c: i linked all the songs on youtube but everything is available on spotify as well if thats more ur speed.

RIVA AMELL -

1. an event that defines their past: knock me down - youngblood hawke [circle. enough said.] 2. how they see themself: i was born, i have lived, i will surely die - young guns 3. how others see them: don't stop me now - queen 4. their closest dynamic: see you in a bit (i still care) - teen jesus and the jean teasers [in the context of origins i think many of his closest relationships are in a state of change and he is at a point of disillusionment with them & struggles to accept that he can be hurt by the actions of people he loved and trusted and still hold that love for them. many such cases for him, mostly people he knew in the circle.] be that as it may - herizen (the get down soundtrack) [the natural conclusion to the aforementioned arc. to me] 5. fight scene music: if u seek amy - britney spears 6. closing credits: blackbiird - beyoncé ft tanner adell, brittney spencer, tiera kennedy & reyna roberts

EIRA MAHARIEL -

1. an event that defines their past: o death - amy van roekel & jeff grace (until dawn official soundtrack) 2. how they see themself: labour in vain - mac the knife [she is depressed and angry but she has a job to do so she can't really care about all that rn. but she does <3] 3. how others see them: smile - wolf alice 4. their closest dynamic: physical - dua lipa [the way this absolutely does not fit on this playlist but it is The eira x alistair ride or die dynamic mental amv song to me. personally. also kind of doubles as a fight song to me because the play on physical (boinking) and Physical (beating the shit outta somebody with ur boyfie) is fun. to me.] 5. fight scene music: raise hell - dorothy 6. closing credits: i hope you dance - lee ann womack

BRONSON COUSLAND -

1. an event that defines their past: second chance - shinedown [there are not a lot of songs about your whole family being murdered by a trusted family friend. so mostly for the twins i did this based on their mental state Before That.] 2. how they see themself: broadfields - young guns 3. how others see them: i won't back down - tom petty 4. their closest dynamic: he ain't heavy (he's my brother) - the hollies [bronson is more shaped by bryant than the other way around so he gets this one. everything he does in origins is for the good of his brother. even some of the more bonkers things. he is not coping] because the night - patti smith [i had So many bronson/zevran songs in mind. ultimately this one made the cut because the Sound of it just works for the emotions they evoke. guys who remember the will to live together.] 5. fight scene music: gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight) - abba 6. closing credits: a beautiful life - dorothy

BRYANT COUSLAND -

1. an event that defines their past: caught up - chapel [this one stumped me for the longest time because So so much the cousland murder drives his whole character arc but uh. this sums up where he was Right before that pretty well!] 2. how they see themself: landslide - the chicks 3. how others see them: changes - david bowie 4. their closest dynamic: romeo and juliet - dire straits ["hey i know ur husband just died and also we had a screaming affair breakup like 10 months ago right before i was presumed dead but is now a good time to talk about getting married" is basically the same thing as "you and me babe, how 'bout it?" right? anyway bryant x anora song.] 5. fight scene music: holding out for a hero - jennifer saunders (shrek soundtrack) 6. closing credits: that's life - t-pain (live from the sun rose)

KATARI ADAAR -

1. an event that defines their past: rest in peace - dorothy [again there are not many songs that encapsulate the exact circumstances of her background and i refused to put a six60 song on this playlist so this works well enough <3] 2. how they see themself: missile - dorothy i like it heavy - halestorm [at this point i was just like there are So many dorothy songs in this lineup. i should throw something else in there. so i did. but i couldn't get rid of the other one it works too good] 3. how others see them: we will rock you - in this moment ft lzzy hale, marina brink & taylor momsen 4. their closest dynamic: black sheep - dorothy [inside her mercenary company that i invented from scratch are her chosen siblings so. this song is about them and their dynamic <3] 5. fight scene music: enter sandman - rina sawayama [this was so hard for her because so many of the songs on this playlist could double as fight scene songs. so for the last two i just picked songs that Sonically vibe since the lyrical heavy lifting was done earlier LOL] 6. closing credits: poison - starbenders

SYRACUSE TREVELYAN -

1. an event that defines their past: fuyu no hanashi - given (given soundtrack) [contextually this song is about grieving/moving on from a dead lover but without knowing the full nuances of the language it's vague enough that it COULD work about a dead sibling. see the vision] 2. how they see themself: towers (on my way) - young guns 3. how others see them: now come on now (mell hall remix) - KYE ft mell hall 4. their closest dynamic: if i fall you're going down with me - the chicks [again. many such bull x syracuse songs vying for the title but this one is just So funny and exactly how syracuse approaches that relationship. if he's experiencing love for the first time so are you. bitch.] 5. fight scene music: 365 - charli xcx 6. closing credits: this hell - rina sawayama

[noodle-doodle]

My friend drew patty stump🤭

[voraciousvore]

Bucky's (6/44)

***This chapter contains some gore, and some soft vore***

Chapter 6: The Next Day

Patty had nightmares about being violently eaten, having her limbs ripped off, one by one, by huge white teeth, her blood spurting like a fountain from the severed stumps. Giant fingers squeezed her body with unbearable pressure, crushing her ribcage and causing her organs to pop out. She saw a Giant laughing, red rivers running down his lips and chin, before he went in for the kill, shattering her vertebrae with a hard crunch between his incisors. She awoke with a start to thunderous banging on the ceiling. 

“Rise and shine, my little bipedal sausages! It’s time for the breakfast shift!” Bucky’s voice rumbled overhead. Patty groaned with despair as her memories from yesterday came flooding back to her. She didn’t want to be here. She wanted to be safe at home. She hauled herself out of bed, with the knowledge that Bucky probably wouldn’t be too keen on having stragglers. She prepared for the day as best she could, shoveling in more leftovers for breakfast. As she ate, Little Debbie nudged her to get her attention and handed her a new nametag. 

“Put this on,” she whispered. “You don’t want Bucky to see you without one.” She motioned to a stack of nametags, so Patty would know where to get a new one in the future. 

“Thanks,” Patty mumbled back, sticking the tag to her chest. She thought to herself what a sweet and thoughtful person Little Debbie was, to care about others as she did. Patty didn’t know if she could be capable of the same generosity herself, especially considering that her survival might be better served throwing someone else under the bus rather than cooperating as a team. She realized, with how frantic she had been yesterday, she had stuck out like a sore thumb. The others, excluding Little Debbie and Slim Jim, had purposely refused to help her because she was an easy target, and if she was selected to be eaten their chances of not being picked themselves increased. These thoughts filled her with disquiet, but she couldn’t really blame them for looking out for themselves. She doubted any of them had much control over their fate as it were.  

She recalled Little Debbie’s missing fingers and cringed internally. She didn’t deserve such cruel treatment. Patty discreetly glanced around and noticed some of the other humans were missing fingers and toes as well, forms of mutilation subtle enough that restaurant patrons wouldn’t notice the blemishes, with how small the humans were. She comprehended, with a creeping tightness in her chest, that those were merely the punishments for disobedience that she could physically see. Bucky probably did other things, just as bad, that didn’t leave physical scars. Patty knew she needed to stay on Bucky’s good side. 

The ceiling lifted, and Patty experienced a surge of frightened electricity in her gut at the sight of Bucky looming over all the humans. “Line up for inspection!” he commanded, and the humans scrambled into rows. Patty caught on quickly and fell into line. Bucky leaned forward and studied each human carefully, occasionally lifting someone up in his hand and turning them over to get a closer look. Patty drew in a sharp breath when his huge sapphire eyes scanned her, but after a moment of scrutiny he passed over her without incident. Even so, she didn’t feel like she could breathe easily even after. 

“Graham!” Bucky bellowed, snatching up the tiny man in his fist. “I told you before, you can’t wear your glasses in the dining room! They’re not digestible!”  

Graham Cracker squirmed uselessly against Bucky’s tight grip. “S-sorry! I’ll go put them away! I just can’t see without them!” he gasped, clearly straining just to breathe with the pressure on his chest. Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. 

“I’ll give you one more chance,” he growled. “No more excuses. Next time this happens, I’m smashing those glasses.” He set Graham down and he sprinted away in terror. Bucky ignored him and looked over the rest of the group, gruffly telling two of the ladies to restyle their hair and reminding another to put on a nametag. Once he was satisfied, he released the group and nudged the tiny humans into the tunnel that led to the tank in the dining area. There was a shuttle that resembled a big capsule that shot along a cable, that had to be operated by a Giant on the outside. Patty observed these details warily as she thought about ways to escape.  

The humans were brought to their transparent prison, where they reluctantly filtered in. So far, Patty had not seen any way out. She considered her options if she was chosen to be eaten in a meal. She seriously doubted she would have a good chance of escaping from the Giant cooks, especially if she were high up on the countertop with no way to get down. Last time she was brought to the table, her arms and legs were constricted, so she couldn’t run, but she might have an opportunity to jump out of the dish under different circumstances. She remembered seeing Little Debbie sitting on a pile of chicken wings covered in sauce, but unrestricted. Even so, the woman hadn’t bothered to run, and Patty could see why. Even if she scampered off the plate she’d be trapped high up on the table, with no way to get down that didn’t involve breaking bones or dying. She couldn’t exactly jump into the lap of a Giant eager to devour her and climb down. 

Patty looked down at her wrist, with the tracker firmly clasped on. She tugged and clawed at the thick band of metal, but couldn’t get it to release. If she miraculously managed to get away from the restaurant, Bucky would still be able to find her, no matter where she ran. She couldn’t outrun a Giant. And where would she go? She was a criminal on the human side. Living like a rat in the streets of a Giant city sounded like a frightening and awful existence, particularly if she were caught and eaten without a pill to prevent digestion. Patty couldn’t see any way out of her predicament. Despair and dismay crawled into her chest, constricting and suffocating her. 

Slim Jim, watching her tug on her bracelet, shook his head despondently. “Trust me, there’s no point,” he mumbled. “We have no chance of escaping.” He leaned against the glass, lost in thought, and folded his arms. Patty recalled what he had mentioned earlier, about stealing to feed his family, and wondered if he was thinking about his kids. She sighed. She wasn’t ready to give up so easily. Even if there was no hope, she couldn’t stop her brain from scheming. She knew she at least had to try. 

Bucky’s wasn’t as busy for breakfast, but some of Patty’s human compatriots were still selected for food. Patty observed with trepidation as one man was served wrapped up in bacon, and promptly swallowed whole without a second thought. Another woman was toyed with as a Giant hooked her by the bra with his fork and dragged her across his plate, covering her in maple syrup and butter left over from his pancakes. The Giant lifted her up and licked her body off with pleasure, then dumped her back on the plate and dragged her around again until she had soaked up all the syrup on the plate. The poor woman looked sticky and miserable as her messy hair clung to her face. He sucked her into his mouth and slurped her around in his cheeks for an agonizingly long time before finally gulping her down. Patty hated to watch, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the morbid, revolting spectacle. 

One saving grace that Bucky granted was frequent breaks to his human prisoners. Every two hours or so, he would allow them a brief rest where they could grab a drink of water, use the bathroom, or freshen up. Patty figured Bucky didn’t want his human entrees appearing unsanitary or disheveled. He wanted customers to see them as fresh and appetizing. Patty considered making herself look dirty or unappealing, but she was scared to anger Bucky. She would prefer to keep all her fingers and toes. 

Bucky was conscientious to keep his humans well fed, pressuring them to eat the never-ending supply of leftovers at every opportunity, in order to fatten them up for eating. Patty noticed customers seemed to prefer humans who were plumper or more muscular, with additional flesh on their bones. She was grateful in this instance to be thinner, but she didn’t know how long that would last. She considered refusing food, but she was certain Bucky would notice if she lost too much weight and punish her, or even force feed her, a prospect she didn’t find appealing to say the least. 

Over time, the number of humans in the tank dwindled as they were eaten. A couple hours after ingestion, the Giants would extract their humans, still alive, from their bellies, and the waitresses would carry each human in a bowl out of sight. The humans were allowed to shower and given time to recover before being thrown back into the tank. Patty recognized, with some consternation, that a human could end up being eaten several times in one day if they happened to be a popular choice. 

The day continued in this same manner for a while. There was a bit of a lunch rush, but then the restaurant quieted down before more patrons started coming in for dinner. Patty grew bored and restless in the tank, with nothing to occupy her mind except gloomy dread and anxiety. She understood now why most of the humans seemed just as weary and indifferent as afraid. The waiting, the constant tension, the Giant eyes roving over the group to find their next meal, was almost as bad as actually being chosen. She had to remind herself not to pace, yet she frequently found her legs moving of their own accord. She found it difficult to sit still. 

As Patty was observing one of her fellow humans getting chomped up in a sandwich, the mood in the tank abruptly changed. Several cries of fear arose and people began bouncing around and trying to hide behind each other, despite having no cover or place to go. 

“What’s going on?” Patty asked, following their gazes to the front entrance of the restaurant. Nobody bothered to answer Patty, as they were all stricken with terror. A couple had just strolled in, a Giant and Giantess, but they didn’t appear to be the typical Bucky patrons. They were very nicely dressed, for starters. The man wore an expensive dark gray suit with a matching tie. He had a chunky gold watch on his wrist that was probably worth thousands of Big Bucks. He was perfectly groomed, with immaculate teeth, unblemished skin, and short brown hair, not a strand out of place. The woman on his arm was gorgeous enough to be a supermodel, with a shimmering, elegant satin gown and silky blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. She wore fine gold jewelry encrusted with gems that appeared very pricey. The wealthy couple looked conspicuously out of place with the more plebeian style of the restaurant and the other customers, mere commoners by comparison. They didn’t seem to care, however, and even seemed pleased to be there. They went straight to the tank of humans and bent down slightly to peer inside. Sensing these customers would tip well, a waitress materialized next to them to take their order. 

Patty’s instincts were screaming at her to run, but her legs felt as heavy as lead and rooted themselves to the floor like anchors. She stared up at those vast, spotless faces, and her mind stopped functioning properly. The Giant man rubbed his blocky whiskered chin with an enormous hand, surveying the crowd of tiny people voraciously. He licked his lips and pointed towards Patty with a tree-sized finger. “That one. She’s got some meat on her.” 

Patty’s heart stopped, until she realized he was pointing at a woman behind her. She cranked her head around just enough to see the unlucky individual was one of the women she met yesterday, Apple, staring with wide eyes like a deer in headlights. 

“Which one would you like to eat, darling?” he asked the Giantess, pecking her cheek tenderly and brushing his hand through her luscious hair. She pursed her coral lips and looked over the scared humans with shiny eyes, blinking her long lashes. 

“Hmmmm… that human right there looks delicious,” she purred, tapping the glass with a manicured nail. A wave of humans parted away from the condemned man, Chuck Roast, who looked stunned, like he had just been slapped in the face. 

“Perfect,” the waitress acknowledged. She wrote down their orders on her notepad, opened the lid to the tank, and snagged the two humans, despite their desperate attempts to scurry away, clutching them together in her fist. 

“Oh, and don’t bother giving those two any pills,” the Giant mentioned with his rich, deep voice. “We’re choosing the option for fatal ingestion.” 

Chapter 7

Chapter 1