#what y’all doing

[alexanderossis]

Boyfriends who get disqualified together, stay together

[bluebeesknees]

They’re being obnoxious at work 💙

[marisatomay]

just saw someone call barbie movie an independent film. and. girls. what are we doing here. a $100mil movie, from warner brothers, about one of the most famous toys in the world, produced by the makers of that toy, is not an independent film. come on. you can be excited for it without treating it like some low budget arthouse underdog.

[xx-sketchy-xx]

LOOOK, LOOK WHAT MY MOTHER MADE FROM CAKE. AAAAAAAAAA-

[cupophrogs]

BLUNT NOT THE HEART, ENRAGE IT

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[podcast-hemocytoblast]

What if when Michael got Distortioned he/they/it/(?) had just kept showing up to work? Imagine Gertrude comes into the archives and finds a bunch of paperwork filled out in yellow highlighter and folded into impossible shapes, and then Michael-Distortion just walks into the room door-style and sits down at his work computer so it can email Gertrude a phishing scam.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Meanwhile, in Greece:

[will-of-dumpsterfire]

[housecow]

seeing you outright mention you have death feedism tendencies is like a shotgun to the chest (positive)

i have a medical phobia that’s somehow twisted itself into death feedism ngl. also, evil feeders. 😳

someone hellbent on keeping me as fat as possible for as long as they can—knowing what cocktail of drugs keeps my heart pumping, dumbing me down and keeping me pliant with edibles hidden in my food, waking me up every few hours for feedings and funnel sessions instead of letting me sleep so the weight piles on faster than it should..

somewhere deep down i know it’s not good for me. maybe my feeder tells me about all the health problems i have while the feeding tube is in my mouth and i can barely think, but i can’t focus on what they’re saying without getting overwhelmed. if i don’t remember later, it doesn’t really matter, right?

maybe occasionally i’d “come to my senses,” during a lull in the feedings. when my feeder is busy and away for a while, after i’ve made my way through a small mountain of snacks and the mini fridge (full of shakes laced with THC to keep me docile) is just out of reach. maybe i’d try to get up, only to collapse back down because my knee problems finally caught up to me and fuck, it hurts to even try to walk. maybe then i’d finally take a look at where i am, how i’ve given up my life for someone’s (and my own, let’s be real) sick pleasure.

i’d have to deal with that realization for a while. maybe i’d start to cry, unable to handle the reality. eventually, though, my feeder would come back. they’d find me in this state and console me, getting the funnel ready because they can hear my stomach rumbling and it’s been too long since i’ve eaten. they’ll coo into my ear about how it’s all okay, how i asked for this and it’s what we both want.

they’d give my belly a shake, grasping the lowest roll in their hands and enjoying the way it makes my entire body wobble. they’d press a kiss onto the vast expanse of fat above my belly button, an area they were so excited to see expand under their care. they’d struggle a bit to lift one of my tits, eager to see how my breath hitches at the thought of their mouth on me. these are all distractions. they’ve mastered this game of manipulation and there’s no way i’d be able to find my way out of their control. their touch, the food they offer me, even those moments when i’m not high or in a haze of fullness and pleasure, were meant to further ensnare me and ensure i’m theirs for as long as i live.

my health, my life, is in my feeder’s hands. they know what’s best. as long as i keep eating, keep taking the pills they hand me, keep ignoring how hard it is to move and breathe, it will all be fine. or, that’s what i’d tell myself.

[rystiel]

that annoying moment when getting left for dead in the trunk of a car in your 20s comes back to haunt you 40 years later (take a shot every time ford says “stanley”)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Autism- I mean- creativity :D

This is genuinely what it feels like anytime yall agree on a comic

[l3viat8an]

Whatever you do, do not think about having a pretty boy sit in your lap and cupping his face in your hands and giving him kisses all over his cheeks and forehead and on the tip of his nose and lastly on his lips all while he holds onto the front of your shirt and just lets you love him-

[boomposhpow]

whiteboard stuff again yayyyyy always with @veiledren of course

[definitelynotanalien]

chigiri doesn’t notice when you’re all dolled up for him

lightly inspired by song ‘Miniskirt’ by AOA

“Why are you the only one who hasn’t noticed?” You ask your boyfriend, Chigiri, motioning towards your body.

You’re dolled up, and you’re sure you look amazing. You’ve put in a tad more effort in your outfit, hair, and makeup than you usually do, and that’s resulted in quite a few compliments from your friends. But the only one who hasn’t complimented you is your beloved boyfriend, he hasn’t even commented on your outfit, not even the oh so revealing miniskirt.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you narrow your eyes, evaluating him with a long look.

He bats his red eyes at you, “Noticed what?” he asks with a fake innocent look. Only you could notice the corners of his mouth twitching up, much to your chigrin.

“You know what I’m talking about.” You rebutt, waving to your outfit as if the man opposing you is the most stupid person alive. Honestly, he might be if he keeps pushing his luck and pissing you off.

He pauses, tapping his chin tauntingly and pouting. He has the prettiest dark eyelashes as he slowly blinks his eyes as if thinking, and he takes the most infuriatingly long time to think.

“I truly don’t.” Chigiri responds with a shrug, narrowly preventing his lips from finally returning to their natural place of a smirk, instead he keeps his supposedly neutral and nonchalant expression.

You sigh melodramatically, your mouth twisting into a mean frown “My outfit. My hair. My makeup. You haven’t complimented it!”

It’s a bit ridiculous, how you care so much about his opinion on something like this, but it’s you nonetheless. He’s your boyfriend, and your friend, he should be complimenting something you spent so much time on! Or at least appreciating your efforts.

“Brat.” He spits out, with a grin. “So needy, aren’t you?”

He flicks his long red-pink locks over his shoulder, and tilts his head to the side as he leans towards you ever so slightly. Poking your nose with a wicked smirk that looks much too familiar on his face.

“Chigiri, I'm so serious right now.” You say, you did not spend so much time into your outfit for him to just tease you like this. You were wearing a damn miniskirt for god’s sake, and a rather uncomfortable one at that.

Chigiri shakes his head “Fine, fine. You do look…” he pauses, contemplating his next words before stating them with a teasing smile “Decent.”

The world stops for a moment, you consider taking his words at heart and holding them against him, but you choose not to. Instead you question his comment.

“Decent?”

“Perhaps a bit above average.” He replys, squeezing his fingers together to leave a small gap in between. He gives you a quick, chaste, kiss on the cheek and leans into you.

“I’m actually going to murder you.”

Chigiri takes off running.

[lore-grandma]

How fucking dare, you come into my house, fuck my wife and you don’t even offer any of your bean dip casserole?!

[scramratz]

I’m outsourcing my transition! Give me a new name!

Requirements-

Short name (2-6 letters)

No more than 4 syllables

Must flow with my last name (Teal)

Androgynous or masculine

Preferences- (not expected but appreciated)

Victorian/Early 1900s (transitioning from old lady name to old man name)

Nature themed

Starts with O, M, or T

Relatively uncommon

Absolutely Nots-

Michael

Robert

Keith

Kai