#sounds quite amazing

[ohnomytummy]

i can’t stop blasting hot gas into my couch and idek what i ate that’s got me feeling like a blimp but my stomach’s bubbling and i wish there was someone around that could make me even more of a hopeless sloppy mess 🫠

maybe you’d had enough of me lazing around on the couch and decided to help me squeeze my gut into a tight outfit perfect for a day of sampling every food stall in the local mall food court.

all that greasy processed food churning around and being jostled by our constant walking would have me whining helplessly whilst you keep a hand over my poor belly, pressing on it occasionally to make it even harder for me to hold everything in

after stuffing my face and crop dusting around the entire mall whilst my grumbling sick belly is hanging out of my jeans, i’d eventually begin to desperately search for a bathroom to unload in…

This is a whole dream….

I’d put you in the tightest jeans with a belt that barely fits and a tight crop top sweater that we both know can’t even cover your upper tummy when it’s stuffed full, much less reach your waistband. I’d make you get the heaviest, creamiest, most stomach inflating options on every menu so you’d be desperate and uncomfortable after the first few stops.

I’d have my hands on your waist at all times, especially as we’re ordering. I want every vendor to secretly know that we’re ordering just to fill you up to be a shameless, uncontrollably gassy (and horny) bloated mess. In between stalls, I’d pull you aside to massage and pop some tummy bubbles, turning every corner into a place of relief for you just to watch your cheeks get redder as your belly expands despite constantly letting out gas for me.

When you’ve finally had enough, pleading with your eyes to warn me another few minutes would have you on the edge of a messy and mortifying accident, I’d let you pull me to the bathroom with you. But, I’d give you a time limit. You can only relieve yourself for 5 minutes, then we have to leave. And yes, I set a timer for your poor sick guts, spending that time hearing you groan, swear, and rip ass until the sound goes…and when it does, you’re not even close to being done. I have to coax you out of the bathroom with promises for cuddles and belly rubs to get you back out to the car (which is really where I’ve been excited to get you the whole day).

On the drive home, I’m close to getting off to the unceasing and pitiful sounds both you and your belly are making in the passenger seat. Every time I look over, I swear your belly is even bigger. You’ve completely abandoned your belt, and didn’t even bother to fully button your pants after your brief bathroom trip (such a dirty baby, letting people watch you walk out of the mall like that….), so your stomach is spilling into your lap. No seatbelt in sight because it made you nauseous to have that much pressure on your guts. I have one hand on the wheel and the other squishing and rubbing your guts. By the time we get home, you’re near tears, and the car is full of your sick tummy gas. “I can’t stand,” you quietly whine to me. “I’ll shit on the sidewalk…. in front of the neighbors…” Such an embarrassed state you’re in, baby. So sensitive and uncomfortable. So of course I give you a moment of care and carry you and your grumbling tummy into the house, letting you spill your gas into my arms while you bury your face in my neck and whine.

[sergle]

the Mayfair Watchers Society CAN be a good podcast, it CAN really nail the horror aspects of its episodes, it has good bones, and obviously Trevor Henderson is an unbelievably talented artist. but some of the dialogue writing............ and the voice acting of said dialogue..........................................

[atwas-gaming]

See what I mean about their voice acting? They mimic each other's in-character vocal inflections perfectly.

[thebirdandhersong]

questions for those who have figured this out (this is my first full time job and I haven't figured this out): how do you manage having a social life and doing things like regular exercise and group activities? Like how do you get to that point, and how do you practically do those things on top of working full-time? I come home and I'm so tired most of the time. I help make dinner with mother, wash the dishes, catch up with the family, and have the last three, four hours to myself, which are usually not very productive/happily spent, because I just don't have the energy to do anything else.

[hyperfixated-unicorn]

Looking back on previous chapters, I now find it funny and ironic how Endo started this arc with fake psychiatrist Loid being somewhat confident in his ability to read his wife's feelings.

And even commenting on how "authentic marriages sure seem difficult."

Then, the rest of the arc was just Twilight trying to figure out his wife's gripes on him

and trying to preserve his authentic family and marriage by nearly getting himself killed.

Endo really making sure this man ate his words.

[ieidolon]

now that i'm playing dragon age: veilguard i understand hbomberguy so much better. think i could probably do a 3.5 hours long video called "dragon age: the veilguard is FINE and here's why"

[feelingthedisaster]

the edits i'd make if i was in the aftg universe

[muchmossymess]

I'm obsessed with bubble tbh

[cooking-with-hailstones]

All my friends are such good and kind and wonderful people and it's deeply frustrating because sometimes I wanna be a catty gossipy bitch and they just don't engage!!

They're just like "maybe you're reading too much into this" "well that's not really our business" "I guess they felt cute and confident in that outfit, and good for them"

They're just such good people!! It's so annoying!!!! 😝😝😝

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

2 & 3 for the book asks :)

2. Did you reread anything? What?

... okay, so.

I listened to The Foxhole Court trilogy as audiobooks (and read the Sunshine Court as an eBook after).

And then I went back and reread the the trilogy as eBooks because there were a lot of names to keep up with and I felt like I missed a lot the first time around.

And then I still didn't understand Andrew's character, so I read the entire trilogy from his PoV (a fanwork, but a very complete fanwork).

I have no defense except that this series is fucking insane.

3. What were your top five books of the year?

I am choosing to count series as one "book" and also doing a top 10 because I read a lot of really good books so, in no particular order,

The Poppy War trilogy by R.F. Kuang

The Baru Cormorant trilogy by Seth Dickinson

Lady Susan by Jane Austen

The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

Poor Thing by Alasdair Gray

The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida by Shehan Karunatilaka

The Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead

Overthrow: America's Century of Regime Change from Hawaii to Iraq by Stephen Kinzer

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee

and as a bonus because I accidentally put it in the wrong place before and therefore didn't count it

Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes

[widevibratobitch]

nothing sad but i need to bitch and im tired and need to frow up

[thewritingpossum]

Currently rereading this french scifi book that's all about a bunch of medievalish people building this absurdly high cathedral (and by 'high' i mean that none of the living human in this book ever got out of what they call the cathedral and touched the actual ground)in an attempt to reach God but then the big plot twist is that the ruling class are actually a bunch of almost immortal alien beings who accidentally crashed on Earth during the actual Middle Ages, need to be at a certain height to launch their rocket and go back to their planet and therefore used the people's faith and whatever ingineering they had at this point to reach their goals, not caring that it would take centuries and centuries because it's litterally just a few hours for them and honestly this could be such a cool movie, somebody please adapt this thing right now

[moonchild-in-blue]

Kyle Soto being a musician will forever be a hilarious mystery to me. The guy looks like the most generic Handsome White Dude ever - as in, High Fashion handsome. Babygirl, you belong in a Calvin Klein or Hugo Boss ad. HOW did you end up making the most gut-punching, heart-breaking, escapism dreamy emo music ever?

[raininyourblackeyes]

I'm currently beefing with my entire lab group, can't wait to rant at them tomorrow

[bandzboy]

whether you like skz music or not you have to admit they never lack in the music production because it’s always interesting and creative and the composing is also insane like WHERE ARE THEIR FLOWERS

[deadlifeseries]

When I can't think I think of you

T'is I with yet another prowlbulk fanfic this time focusing on the aftermath of Prowl getting possessed by fucking barnacles.

Some good ol' fashioned hurt/comfort, also they're supposed to already be conjunxed in this.

Winner of the poll, i got impatient so i posted early enjoy!

story under the cut as always

He. Was. Drained

When Prime said that there's an energy signature in the middle of the woods, Prowl was secretly exited to get away from the city for a while. Even if he had to go with Sari and Bumblebee. The trip had of course gone south with the whole space barnacles incident, although he didn't really remember it. Well, most of it.

Both him and Bumblebee had pretended that nothing was wrong on the way back to make sure Sari didn't worry, but after she went to bed Ratchet practically dragged them both off to the medbay to get checked. Besides a few minor dents and scrapes, the worst that happened to them was fatigue. Since Prowl was infected first, and for the longest he got the worst of it, and was promptly sent off to rest.

He staggered away, straight to Bulkhead's room. He was sitting at his desk, working on some new project, he was so engulfed with his work that he only noticed that Prowl was there when he slumped down against him.

"Hey... heard the trip ended pretty bad, you ok?", Bulkhead turned away from the desk and picked Prowl up into his lap. "I'm just tired, Ratchet said my circuits weren't damaged so I'll be fine" he sank against Bulkhead's chestplate and listened to his spark's gentle pulsing. But there was something he didn't say, and the feeling of dread he felt thinking of it was strong enough for Bulkhead to feel as well. He wouldn't pry, if Prowl wanted to tell him he would, so for the time being he was content holding him close.

"It... it was horrible" Prowl finally broke the silence, his voice shaky. " I could feel myself losing control to it, no matter how hard I tried to resist it". Prowl's body had begun to shiver. "I-I couldn't even think properly, but I... felt terrified".

It wasn't always Prowl admitted to such things so easily, even to Bulkhead. But now he couldn't really keep such think from Bulkhead, either, since the day they bonded their sparks.

Bulkhead held Prowl closer, "is there something i can do to make you feel better?"

"Just... please keep holding me" Prowl sat up and wrapped his arms around Bulkhead's neck, burying his face into it. "I feel safe with you, I wanted to be with you then more than anything" he relaxed against his partner's frame "you're really warm...". Soon after Prowl stopped speaking the last bit of tension in his body released as he fell asleep.

Bulkhead sat there for just a little longer, feeling how Prowl's engine and vents slowed down to a much calmer rhythm. It meant a lot to him that Prowl trusted him this much, and even more that he felt comfortable enough to say it so openly.

Slowly, he rose from his position making sure not to disturb Prowl. As he just laid down Prowl started twitching. Just a little bit at first, but then his engine started revving before he woke up with a panicked yell.

"Are you ok?" Bulkhead stirred and sat up slightly and looked down at Prowl.

Prowl looked around and calmed dow a little when he saw that he was safe. He sighed and slumped against Bulkhead. "I... I don't know..." Prowl's voice was quiet, witn an uncertanty that was so incredibly unlike him. "I don't think I'll be able to recharge right now".

Bulkhead sat up more and held around Prowl, "that's fine, I'll stay here with you for as long as you need".

Prowl slowly relaxed again, sighing "thank you... I apreciate it".

Bulkhead smiled and kissed Prowl gently, "anything for you".

Prowl buried his face against Bulkhead's neck again, trying to calm himself down from waking up so suddenly. He was obviously shaken pretty badly, since he clung to Bulkhead like his life depended on it. And Bulkhead just held him, slowly stroking his back. He had never seen Prowl in such a state, but knowing that Prowl was willing to let him see him like this meant a lot to Bulkhead.

"I'm so glad I have you", Prowl's voice was calm again and he let himself relax into Bulkhead's grasp "I spent so much time all alone, I didn't want to get close to anyone ever again, but I am so glad that we are this close now".

Bulkhead smiled and held Prowl slightly tighter. "I'm glad I have you, too. You know, I never thought that anyone would want to be with me like this... especially someone like you". It wasn't exactly a secret that Bulkhead usually didn't fill the criteria for what the average bot would find attractive, which obviously wasn't good for his self-confidence.

Prowl also increased his grip and leaned up to kiss Bulkhead on the cheek, "well, you were wrong. There's no other bot I would rather be with, don't ever think otherwise".

They kept quietly talking until Prowl gave himself over to the fatigue again and sank against Bulkhead, enjoying the warmth and closeness.

It took a while for Prowl to fall asleep again, and he was still restless. But Bulkhead was there to hold him the entire time, even if it mean he didn't get much sleep himself. Seeing Prowl sleep at least close to peacefully was wort it.