#wasteline

[sportstud69]

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

[yourgrowingfriend]

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

[corka400]

girls were not made to have slim wastelines they were made to weigh 300 pounds and have big jelly bellies

[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!"

[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

[lunasilvis]

Guys..... I may or may not have bought the perfect black velours jumpsuit with a graceful small silver ceinture to accentuate the wasteline. I was pointing pistol fingers at myself in the body-length mirror this morning because I looked like effin' heaven (even when beaten down by covid). 😍🤠

[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.

[airdaca]

Feminine Vitriol and Resentment

You are so foul

So torrentially disgusting

I love it

I love getting mad at you 

I love yelling at you in my head

My little appendage of rage

Feed my repression please

I want to bottle you up

For a swig when I need

Taste the biting viscosity of anger 

Pooling in my gums

I want it 

I want to resent you

Crystalize my heart

Turn my ventricles to limestone

I want you to be the granite in between my ears

I want to feel dizzy

I want the shortness of breath

I can feel you poking at my ribs

I hear you 

I know you’re in there

In where I keep you

I need you 

I need to hate you

I need the hate to blister my knuckles 

And bite the skin off my lips 

And give me this wasteline

And dilate my pupils

I need the anger to fortify my nails

To let my hair down

To see better in the dark

I need to hate you

But I can’t stand that you make it so easy 

[plumbersworld]

Cutting some concrete to run the new waste line. #hardwork #plumbers 👨🏽‍🔧🔧🪠 #eliteplumbingpros #plumbing #plumbers #california #riversidecalifornia #sanbernardinocalifornia #fontanacalifornia #ranchocucamongaca #morenovalley #ontario #laverne #coronacalifornia #eastvaleca #norcocalifornia #losangeles #orangecountyca #jurupavalleyca #repipe #sewerline #freeestimates #gaslines #mainlineinspection #plumbinglife #construction #plumbers #plumbersincalifornia #freeestimate #california #concrete #wasteline (at Rancho Cucamonga, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoRBAIDrmAa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yaldev]

Waste of Space

The muscle vine, already a threatened species, became critically endangered as the Wasteline contaminated its native ecosystem. When the Directorate of Ecological Studies finally bitched to the Highest Ascendant about it, they received a permit-revoking permit, with which they revoked the Wasteline's waste-dumping permits. With nowhere left on Yaldev to pour their delicious sludge, they used technobabble to con investors into giving them money. With that power secured they sent their mana waste to Kydel, the closest of Yaldev's remaining moons. The Directorate waved its permit-revoking permit, but with no life on the moon, they were powerless to stop it. And so was Kydel, worshiped by the ancient Nildenites as an incarnation of the goddess of purity, converted to a toxic landfill.

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Yaldev is a sci-fantasy worldbuilding project by Ulysses Maurer, with art by Beeple. By looking at narratives, stylized loredumps, bad poetry and little details, we'll witness the story of a planet filled with magical power, the nation which tried to conquer it, this empire’s dramatic collapse and the new world which emerged in its wake. Along the way we'll meet the characters who live here, and we'll explore questions about nationalism, rationalism, the natural world and the quest to master it. For all stories in chronological order, check out the pinned posts at r/Yaldev!

[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!! 

[beluageist]

What is a bishop to a king, but what is a king to the one who pulls all the strings?

[redundantz]

I can show you all my full spread illustration I had the honor to do for the @akatsukizine I wanted to try something striking yet simple. I'm very proud of this piece. n___n Twitter