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[buggachat]

adrien is acespec, autistic, genderqueer, and arguably not human (sentibeing). he does not realize any of these facts, however, because that would require knowing himself. which he does not

[doodledrawsthings]

dude it literally means so much to see you drawing seb art and using the ref me and zerum made, i’ve been a huge, huge fan of yours for a long time and the AHIT aus you did still mean so much to me!!! I sometimes come back here and read through them now and then LOL

please continue the seb brainrot it’s literally amazing and we love to see it

[sunnemona]

☆2024 has been so difficult for me, and i want to end the year off on a high note by thanking everyone who’s been there for me through it.

☆thank you for talking to me. thank you for listening to me talk to you in return. thank you for staying on vc with me to play games or talk or draw or cry together. thank you for keeping my secrets. thank you for telling me yours. thank you for the gifts you’ve given me. thank you for the advice you’ve offered when i needed help. thank you for the silly messages you've sent me unprompted—it is so joyous to be remembered when i’m not around. thank you for making me feel safe. thank you for letting me stay by your side. thank you for staying by mine.

☆the passage of time is so scary to me, i think. once things are over you can never get them back—all you can do is move forward and hold the memories close to your heart. thank you for the memories you’ve given me, i will treasure them eternally. i am so happy that we get to keep moving forward together, from one year into the next.

☆to kia, diggs, casey, and everyone in sweaties gang; to wewa and rei; to lorel; to eliza and mitsu; to wiz and corbell; to alex, nash, geddon, and paperd; to worm and goldie; to candy and ashe; to haze, mono, benji, and chasm; to my partners (sasha, robin, and keith); to steel; to michael, and to collie;

i am so grateful i know you. i am so grateful we exist here, at the same time, together. thank you for everything. i love you, i love you, i love you.

@dreemurr-skelememer @digglesgiggles @megaloserrr @lollipopz-shop @popiplant @aoartmthebitxh @s3-izures @otterbup @kuvlarstuff @heartstitched @thiccsys @b0tanicalb00ba @popiplant @rushroulett3 @wewawoomp @dagwmeno @onlyplatonicirl @elizakai @swiftmitsu @wizb1z @calciumdreams @psycho-chair @nashdoesstuff @unknownarmageddon @canine-teethed-sheets @fishfrypi @candy-cryptid @narrators1and2 @hazerun3 @monolite001 @bonejello @chasmbreach @xyriscomplanata @livinganime14 @paddinglily @corvidmellow @lambradire-art @hackrusty

♡

[whaliiwatching]

he also means it gay

[madisoncounty]

— the oresteia

[saihakkenden]

fun fact!! while rewatching, i noticed he uses the personal pronoun 私/watashi no matter who he talks to. the reason i took notice of this specifically is because 私 is gender neutral when used formally and feminine when used informally, which means he’s either using very formal speech with everyone, including his childhood best friend (which would be weird, considering how everyone else (in the show at least, idk about real life) uses their preferred pronoun and speaks informally when speaking to their friends, although o wouldn’t really put it past him), or he’s using a feminine pronoun on himself just because.

this is also part of the reason why i love nb touma

weeUGHH ACK *COUGH* eweuhbEWUAHHH aaaAWAAaaHh huhGHHH huhgH *SNIFFFF* AAAGH. hhheuuh… hhhheuyh *whimper*…hh-hhhhhghh… *sniffle sniff* wwehhh…. hhhoo…hh.. version

[unproduciblesmackdown]

the interlude in rotk of frodo exerting all effort against the strains of woodwinds to drag himself a meter or so further up mount doom

[jack-kellys]

underrated newsie of the year award goes to 🪽

[mayasaura]

turns out I am not immune to dungeon meshi's propaganda

[cleverreports]

We report: of this day filled with clouds from morning to evening, we had no sunset expectations. Through the east-facing window, however, we noticed distant fields dazzled in red light. We scrambled out, wound up at a deserted parking lot, minutes before streetlamps turned on.

[sherrymagic]

Here comes GMMTV's latest series. What is it called? "Too High and Mighty." It stars Neo Trai as the main and only cast.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NEO TRAI NIMTAWAT ♡ JANUARY 14, 2001 (in/sp)

[sixtynineinchnails]

i'm not going to say that dan and phil almost kissing in front of paper cutouts of gerard way and patrick stump is for phandom what poorly edited one-sided love confession superhell was for destiel. however...

[kindahoping4forever]

Clips of Ashton performing Lose You live @ The Belasco - 18 July 2024

[gibbearish]

oh boy its my favorite day where nonusamericans condescendingly explain to me that the election effects other countries too and therefore i need to be even more terrified than however terrified i already am

[neverbreakheart]

[sporco-filth]

Wife on Strike - Chapter 4

This is the final chapter. I really enjoyed this story and I'm kinda sad to be finishing it, but like all good things it must come to an end.

Synopsis: Tiffany's life has completely changed since she started her strike. Is it time the truth came out about her plan? And how will Felix react?

And maybe Tiffany doesn't actually want her strike to end...

It had been about three weeks since Tiffany had started her strike. The house had gone beyond pigsty: the lounge now looked like a garbage dump, the only clear spot on the couch being the spots where she and Felix liked to laze about for hours on end, playing video games or watching TV; the bedroom smelt like a boy's locker room with the odour of their intermingled sweat and dirty clothes a constant companion; the bathroom was even worse, the urinal shower floor was stained yellow with dried piss and a mildewy smell emanated from the damp bath towels that had been kicked into the corners of the room, to say nothing of the toilet which was getting perilously full and probably couldn't be flushed without flooding. Tiffany didn't really notice. By now, she had sunk so far into slobdom that her standards for grossness had begun to disappear. She had gotten so used to the miasma of fetid stenches that she had started to enjoy them. She even found herself savouring the scent when she let out a ripe fart. And speaking of that, she'd abandoned all pretences of manners. In fact, She and Felix had started to belch while saying things like 'I love you' or even just burped as a compliment in and of itself. He'd been showing her the finer points of proper burping techniques and she'd become quite the master. Felix was still the better farter; as much as she tried she never could outmatch his guts.

On the subject of guts, Tiffany thought, lying in bed and looking over at her husband as he got dressed in a dirty old tank top. The top clung tightly to his body, leaving a wedge of belly peeking out from the bottom. As he trundled out the door, she could see his shit-stained arse crack above the waistband of his too-tight briefs. I'm one to talk, she rubbed her own softening midsection. I guess it was to be expected, given the amount of junk food we've been eating and the amount of exercise we do. She chuckled. Or the lack of, I should say; running to the toilet has started to feel like trying to run a marathon.

Feeling bored, she rolled herself out of bed. She didn't bother getting dressed, wearing nothing but her underwear, which was getting tight as well. It was a Saturday, so Felix didn't have work and was slowly hunting through the cupboards for something to eat. Tiffany sat down at the table and admired him, watching his bum jiggle as he walked. Eventually, he settled on a tub of ice cream from the freezer. He went to the sink and pulled out two dirty spoons from the stack of unwashed dishes in the sink. "Wanna share?" he asked, wiping the spoons 'clean' with the hem of his tank top. Tiffany nodded and took one of the spoons. The two of them ate their sweet breakfast, moaning in satisfaction as they worked their way through the whole 2L carton. "Burp! Phew, I'm stuffed," Tiffany patted her belly. "Well, we've got to keep this girl fed," Felix shifted his chair over and rubbed the tight bulge of fat. Tiffany would have been surprised if she hadn't been admiring Felix's own gut. She pulled up his top and felt it, pressing her fingers into the soft flesh. "BELCH!" Felix burped into her face. "Ooh, thanks for that. That one was really stuck." Tiffany patted his belly fondly and then moved her hand up to his chest. "Hey, you're starting to grow a pair of tits," she giggled. "Don't worry," Felix grinned. "Yours are still bigger." He pulled her onto his lap and began to fondle her breasts. This was one change even the old Tiffany would have liked: they'd grown larger, keeping up with her belly. They enjoyed each other's body, in their sleepy, well-fed embrace, before Tiffany looked up into her husband's face. "Hey, let's lie on the couch. I wanna watch you beat that boss from DeathKiller 5000 you were stuck on last night."

Felix was lying down on the couch, his face glued to the TV screen and his thumbs moving like lightning over the controller. Tiffany lay with her head nestled between the cheeks of her husband's plump bum as she watched on. "C'mon, c'mon," Felix whispered under his breath, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth in focus. He was so single-minded that he didn't notice the rumbling in his bowel, and didn't even think to warn his wife. BFFRRT! Tiffany's face was enveloped in the noxious cloud of gas that erupted from Felix's rear end. A few weeks ago, she would've been disgusted by this, but instead she savoured the moment. She no longer viewed Felix's gross habits as a sign of his lack of care, no, she now appreciated them as being a show of how comfortable he was with her, comfortable enough that he didn't feel he needed to hide the more disgusting, the more natural, parts of himself. He'd shown her that he was fine with her gross behaviours and so she felt it was only fair she returned the favour. And honestly, she had to admit it was so freeing to know she could be however she wanted around him, be a fat, lazy pig if she wished, and he would still love her. All the pressure she had felt to keep up appearances had gone: as long as Felix loved her, it didn't matter what anyone else thought. They were happy, two slobs in their pigsty.

"YEAH! LET'S FUCKING GO!" Felix yelled, throwing his fist in the air in triumph and almost knocking Tiffany off his rump. "I did it! Fuck yes!" Tiffany moved herself off him as he sat up properly and hugged her. "Who's the Deathkiller 5000 champion?" "You!" Tiffany laughed and kissed him. She could taste his bad breath and she knew he could taste hers (they had run out of toothpaste a few days ago and she hadn't brushed since. At least now she had a nice brush for when her bum needed scratching), but she didn't care. They broke their kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Felix blushed. "Hey, Tiff," he began, looking down at the controller in his hands and fiddling the controls nervously. "I… OK this kinda seems like a dumb time to say it but I wanted to say it for a while and I guess this is as good a time as any." "Go on." He looked back at her and smiled lopsidedly. "Well, I just wanted to say I'm so glad you finally decided you didn't need to stress so much about keeping everything so clean and being so uptight and stuff. I mean, I'd been trying to make you realise it for a while, by showing I didn't care about messes, but I guess I should've communicated that better because it took a while for you to get the hint." Tiffany blinked, confused, but he continued. "But it must've worked, because now we're here, happy and relaxed. Like, we never would've had such a fun morning back then, just the two of us, all cosy, just enjoying each other's company." He noticed Tiffany's confusion and stopped. "I guess I'm not explaining myself, right, huh?" Tiffany shook her head. "No! No! It's not that it's, well…" Now it was her turn to look away nervously. "Felix, I have to admit, I haven't really been straightforward with you either." "Huh?" "See, I got annoyed by all your mess because it felt like you were just making more work for me and not caring. It was like you expected me to do all the cleaning and cooking and you never appreciated how much my work kept things in order." Felix's face fell. "So one day, I decided that I'd stop cleaning; I went on strike. I was planning to let things get messy and then wait for you to notice. I thought you'd realise and start to pitch in, do the chores, or at least apologise." "Oh, Tiffany, I-" "Wait, Felix," she placed a hand on his shoulder. "There's more. You see, the longer this went on, the messier the house got, the more I realised how much you love me whether I'm clean or a slob. And you're right: since I stopped doing chores, I became so much more relaxed and carefree. I haven't felt this close to you since our honeymoon." "What are you saying?" Tiffany smiled and pushed a strand of dirty, greasy hair out of her face. "I'm saying I think I want to live like this, forever, if that's what you want." Felix's confused face slowly morphed into one of jubilation. "Oh! Honey! You don't know how happy that makes me!" He pulled her into a hug. "I love you!" "I love you too," Tiffany said, nuzzling his cheek and breathing in his stink. "And I love being a slob." PFFRRRTT! Felix chuckled. "That's my gut saying it also loves you. Now, how about we celebrate with some pizza and Coke?" "Sure," Tiffany grinned mischievously. "Only if you're not afraid of losing to me in a burping contest!" "No way, I could beat you any day!"