#wasteline

[sportstud69]

This gold wasteline really pops I love this pair 😍

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

Chapter Three: Under the Sea

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader

"Okay first thing's first, we need group photos for the promos." Chris herded the group to the end of the dock. You and Duncan stood near each other, Ezekial stood behind you, breathing down your neck. On the other side of you was Bridgette, and next to Duncan was Courtney.

Chris held up a camera but something was off. The camera's lens weren't glinting in the harsh sun. But before you could voice you suspicions, you felt someone grab your ass. "Hey, uh, beautiful." Ezekial whispered in your ear and you felt your mind cloud, and your hands reach for your gun stowed in the wasteline of your pocket.

"Hands off." Duncan said before you could do anything. His hand subconciously grabbed onto yours stopping your movements.

"Uh, sorry man." Ezekial turned his eyes down, and then suddenly....

The dock gave out.

Water had always been your friend. It made every nerve on your body feel at ease. Duncan on the other hand? Not so much. With his father's history of... tough love, he didn't like water. Punishments at his house always consisted of water.

Drowning, water boarding, stealing his senses.

You searched through the sea of thrashing people and grabbed his hand pulling him up towards the air above. You proppeled both of you onto land, just like everybody else. But Duncan was frozen, his knees were at his chest, his hair still stood up (too much damn hair gel, I swear), and his eyes were wide.

"Hey, tiger. With me?" You grabbed his hand slowly and held it to your pulse on your neck. It was quiet for a minute, until his fingers twitched over your neck.

"I want to go home." He whispered. "Juvie was never home, baby. You know that. They beat us, and ruined us. If we go back I don't want to live like a caged animal anymore." You whispered. "But it was just us." Duncan sighed before he stood up dusting his pants and helping you get the sand out of your hair.

You forgot you were on a TV show.

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Quickly you reconvened at the campfire with the whole group. "This is camp Wawanaka. Your home for the next eight weeks." Duncan was standing behind you, his hands twirling your hair between his fingers, weaving it into a braid rather quickly as Chris spoke.

"The campers around you will be your competition, your cabin mates, maybe even your friends, you dig?"

You were barely listening. You knew your assignment.

But Duncan was listening for the both of you, he always will, and always would. He noticed the ginger nerdy kid beside him was inching closer and closer to you by the second. So with a quick move, he held a knife to the boys thigh, making sure he not the message before putting it away.

"The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win 100,000 dollars." Chris continued seemingly unaware as to what was happening. You rolled your eyes laughing. Duncan spent more then that in four days.

Duncan raised a hand. "What will the sleeping arangments be? I'd like to request a bunk under her." He pointed at Heather and you gagged rolling your eyes. "Don't settle for a pretentious ass." You muttered to him. "Jealous, sweetheart?" He smiled looking at you. "Never." You stuck your tongue out.

"Please tell me they aren't Co-Ed." Heather begged. "Girls get one side of each cabin, boys get the other." Chris quickly explained and you paled. Stuck, alone, with a bunch of girls.

What if it was like juvie.

What if they tried to jump you at night like those girls.

You felt your vision going black, but Duncan pinched you quickly bringing you back to life. "Excuse me, Kevin? Can I get a cabin with a lakeview since I'm the prettiest." The sweet spaced-out blondie asked the host who laughed before saying "I mean, you are. But that's not really how it works here.. and it's Chris."

The two twin best friends started begging to sleep near each other.

Duncan for some reason bet you he could give a deer a noogie, shortly after you had to give him five dollars.

Chris gave the people the first assignment. There was the screaming gophers, and the killer bass. You and Duncan were on the killer bass. The red flag was thown towards Harold and you looked at the symbol.

"Huh... interesting?"

"Alright campers, you and your teams will be on cameras at all times, in all areas, during this competition."

He showed you to an outhouse where he said that "You'll be able to share your inner most thoughts in here. On tape with video diaries anytime you want." Gwen got in almost right after he said that.

Then everyone else.

Duncan stared at the camera with a look the viewers described as "terrified." he rubbed his face tiredly and said "I just want to get her and I out safely. If you guys can help us with that, I'd be terrific."

Then you went in.

"I want him to stay. Until the end, he should get that money." Was all you said before exiting.

Chris then showed you the cabins where you quickly dropped off your stuff near Courtney's bunk before exiting to go see where Duncan was sleeping. He was below Harold and you almost would bet money that he was a bed-wetter. "Why is a girl in here?" Geoff asked the green-haired boy and Duncan just pointed back at you. "I can answer for myself, thank you very much. Duncan and I are friends, so I wanted to see where he was at. Does that make you feel better?" You smiled with fake sympathy dripping from your words.

Suddenly you heard a shrill scream and everyone went to the sound only to see Lindsay on a stool hiding from a cockroach. "Man, that white girl can scream." Leshawna sighed before everyone tried to step on the cockroach. Suddenly Duncan dissapeared, reappearing with an axe.

"DUNCAN, NO!"

[consumable-connie]

Pred who goes by they/them, not because they're nonbinary but because they typically have at least one person on their wasteline

[yourgrowingfriend]

I wear this pants regulary for work, my wasteline is pushing out of the limits of this pants i guess

[songsofhome]

Answer these questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better. Thanks @allwaswell16 for tagging me <3 <3

Last song? Supergraphic Ultra Modern Girl - Chappell Roan

Last Book? Of Mates and Men by @bananaheathen all was going well until I got to a really sweet sweet moment between Liam and his Dad while I was on an airplane, luckily I was able to pretend my moderate sobbing was due to the very turbulent landing in gale force winds we were going through so I’m counting that as a win.

Last movie? Sleeping with the Enemy. Moved on from my horror movie marathon during Halloween to thriller movies in my collection. We are old school in this house I have a DVD collection that covers an entire wall of my lounge, I’m quite proud of it.

Last tv show? The Secret Lives of Morman Wives. Holy shit that was entertaining! It’s like we don’t drink, no hot beverages, no sex before marriage but most of us got married early cause we got pregnant, half of us are divorced and our current husbands/boyfriends are gamblers and prowling tinder (or Grindr lol!!), we started Momtok and promoting vibrators on our ig pages while admitting to a swingers scandal then getting so plastered drunk we get arrested for throwing chairs at our current boyfriend!! As I said highly entertaining.

Sweet / spicy / savoury? Sweet

Last thing googled? Best way to cover up hickeys…don’t ask but it ended with me watching my 19 yr old daughter using concealer and foundation on her 16 yr old brother to cover up his first ever hickeys from his first girlfriend before he had to go to the dentist. This they do NOT put in the parent handbook!!!!

Current obsession? Custard pies. I love custard pies even though I can’t taste them (thanks Covid) I am trying to not be obsessed with custard pies cause it’s wrecking havoc with my wasteline but they are just soooo good!

Looking forward to? Wicked movie about to release in a couple of weeks!! I can’t wait!!

I don’t know who’s been tagged already or not so I’ll tag: @wingslikeiicarus @theirloveisgross @fondlyfonding @lovingstheantidote @sunflowervoltwentyeight @sunkissedlouis @heartshaped-lou @travelingtwentysomething @larry-lives

Only if you want to do this guys and if anyone else would like to do this just say I tagged you haha!!

[immenseivory]

Hopefully the holidays haven't made you bigger. Width wide we mean, not on the giant scale. Look we know how killer prospitian generosity and holiday food can be on the wasteline, no matter what size.

Had it made me ludicrously Bigger, I doubt most would consider that a bad thing. More to enjoy, I believe the saying goes.

But yes, my theoretical dress size had gone up a few notches since then. Even when i am a measly 300 feet tall, Pawns know how to make a wide and tall feast.

[rumor-weed]

vicky girl i got questions

why you so slanted

and more concerningly

why do you have a wasteline as a cucumber

is that like a surgery they can get

is she just shaped weird

is she rotten inside

what’s her secret

[b0kksu]

these hard conversations Satoru refused to ⸻ more , was incapable of having , seemed to startle the other into a bored kind of despondence. Sukuna , for all that he was stunted in growth mental areas concerning positive , or even pure , emotion , didn't hide away from these impossible classes of opinion and fact. he didn't, however, choose to have them in the manner his lamb could fathom them not as an attack , not as a violation , but as fun.

fun. light. airy. easy.

like kisses spread the length of his color bone , he dotted them from time to time between awareness and euphoria. teasing these things from staunch lips clamped around his secret as a wolf to the broken leg of a small deer. spreading pale thighs for wasteline to shape in his outline , take up a space claimed in the same way the king would land , riches , flesh painted in blood and agony; it's his because he refuses to release his rights enacted. mayhaps , he can loosen tongue and teeth to draw out secrets made in his own name from divine flesh. bare unto me more , and . . . and , he may bare his own divine existence for only those eyes of his to bare witness.

secrets for secrets , but first , there needed to be that compromise. compromise he'd need to pull , coax , until the time comes even flesh couldn't split them into two .

❝ I didn't realize my name had become both “please” and “now.” you know what you have to do to spurr me on , don't you ? ❞

     HIS NEED FOR DOMINANCE NEVER FALTERED, even in the midst of heartfelt conversations, he was a liar. Trained perfectly, anonymity was a specialty craft amongst his kin, priding themselves in the separation of both heart && mind. Satoru pondered at times, from the snow they were born, though had it encased the sincerity of his own being in ice? It needn’t matter. A songbird still flutters, melodic with his strange lilt that spoke of everything, anything, arrogant yet haughty for a man of mystery. Few times he felt his features contort, distorting into disgust or sheer irritation, the man before him knew of one thing - to pierce the frozen tundra && find the raw soul amidst it all. Red, it sprawls upon his pale cheeks && painfully reminds him of the humanity lingering in his bones. Jovial, childish, boyish in charm it melts to reveal the somberness in his core, the eld that created a natural elegance, deathless being who wished to bite at the wolf. Unraveling, the way his spine would arch, the fragile curvature, each frantic curse wrapped into a prayer - blasphemous this was, a god does not tremble underneath the fingertips of a king.

        The space between them ceases to exist, tightly entwined, he neither cares to hide or flee, becoming a figment to torment the mind for eons. Impossibly long legs that wrap around loosely, expressions that contort && shatter the arrogant grin that he typically wore. ‘Pon his elbows he rests, the afterglow that paints the skin in sanguine, “Soft things are dull” his hands move, flippant gestures, no, they were not boring; they were painful. Silk that was torn to bits, tossed haphazardly away as his bottom lip juts out, he would steal whatever it is the King wore, adorning himself in a robe that was far too large, open, the softness of twin mounds && his frayed skin on display. Curiosity piqued, he tilts his head, sitting upon bony knees as he reaches, gently cradling the calamity’s jawline within his fragile grasp.

         “Reservations in the midst of intimacy hardly grant us any pleasure, you enjoy it, don’t act so wounded” laughter, thunderous from the gut. “It is the only time secrecy is not permitted, I have no need for it” the coolness of marble skin that presses closer, azure, inescapable as he searches a matching gaze.

                           “Your name, it’s what you want to hear, the knowledge it grants in the concept I give myself to you”  

[ska-normity]

>Maybe some of that jam as well. Probably should've tried to sell all this as well, too late for that now. Gods pray for their wasteline, and the blob's tire like fingers if the hero's art gets updated from them as well.

>They might get that at some point, but the map will have to suffice for the moment. Gonna need to figure out a better way to do these icons...

>Probably the rest of the stuff they pilfered from the kitchen was fine, but at the same time... eeeeeh. They'd try and hold off on that. Everything from that tower was, naturally, suspicious until they got it looked at by someone who could tell it wasn't laced with fat juice.

>After a few hours walk, a bit passed noon- assuming no interruptions- they'd move off the dirt path and into the deeper woods, leaving their pack and sword in the hollow of a tree and bush; pulling out before they move off a small shortbow and bowstring.

>Stringing it up, they creep into the brush as best they could manage- any forest is gonna have small game around. they'd never been the best at hunting, but they'd try and manage

[sportstud69]

New nikes come in today I'm obsessed 🔥🔥🔥 that navy blue with red wasteline really pops 💯

[mojender]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Carol Little NAVY Dress.

[therosespitznogle]

Check out this listing I just found on Poshmark: Evelyn Floral Black Spaghetti Strap Ruffle Flowy Casual Dress Size 8.

[evartandadam]

WasteLINE Backstage Comic

behind the scenes comic for @akatsukizine

Deidara totally did not buy that jacket with Sasori in mind. Definitely not.

(You can see Kakuzu and Kisame posing for a shoot in the first panel- one of my other pictures done for this zine!)

Despite my health issues, this zine was super fun, and I loved working with everyone!! 

[madokatragicas]

finally uploading my piece for @akatsukizine !!! i absolutely loved being a part of this zine and loved drawing this! enjoy tired art hoes kids sasori and deidara

[fat-nintendo-and-sonic-girls]

*both of them went to greet the two as they smiled and shook hands*

“Ahh Pearl and Marina, glad you could both make it, as you can see we got all the stuff we know you like”

“Hehe, plus a bunch of food left over from the splatfests we’ve done recently, that printer really likes food for some reason, it’s doing a number on my wasteline”

@fatty-inflated-nintendo-girls

It was a beautiful day in inkopolis. Off the hook just recently handed over the daily news broadcast over to deep cut, lead by Frye and shiver, as a thanks the two invited Pearl and Marina over to a nice big party lunch to celebrate and say thank you for choosing them to take over, and Frye had a special gift for the two rap idols

“Frye everything is set up right, sodas, food and everything, we want ti look as perfesional here, don’t want Pearl and Marina thinking they made a bad call”

“ For the love of cod you always overreact, yes everything is ready. Even the big surprise gift, I got for those two, it’s gonna bring the house down if ya know what I mean”

*The duo made it on time to the celebration. Pearl and Marina greeted the two thirds of deep cut. A bit winded from waddling all the way there.*

What sup everything Pearl is in the house. And ready for the party!

Well what she said. Thank you for doing this Frye and Shiver. You really didn't have to.