#xxl is always fun

[nerdie-faerie]

Very wise of me to go to Lidl last on my list of errands today, I know I have no self control

[fungateshortcakes]

can we have some sub!logan headcanons during these trying times??? 👀👀

YESYESYES OMG thank you SO MUCH for asking this. I have been waiting for this and I hope I am meeting the expectations. I will just write down what I think, it's not rlly gonna be in any kind of logical order lol

You can find part 2 to this here

Sub!Logan headcanons under the cut!

So, I think we can all agree that he has a thing for pain (The cigar scene winkwink)

Because of that, he loves when you edge him

That sweet ache that comes with the denial just gets him going, especially when you order him not to cum while still teasing his balls with a whip

Nipple clamps are pretty much a staple and when he feels extra 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎 you get out the chasity belt as well

When he doesn't want it as hard, good old wax play will always be your friend

Be sure to pamper him afterwards though. Just because the marks you leave on him won't stay, that doesn't mean they weren't there. So go kiss him better!

Another thing- that man is a slut. So he will moan like one.

Don't get me started when he gets in heat

You know, animal traits and all

When he is in heat, Logan is an insatable bitch. He is sporting a boner everytime he just gets a tiny glimps at you and begs you to fuck him every time he has the chance

When he is like that, you gotta get out the big guns

BOYS, GET THE BAD DRAGONS!

Not the iddy biddy bad dragons toys, I mean the BIG ones

We are talking XXL

The ones that make you question where all of that even goes, how that could possibly all fit inside him

But it does - somehow. Neither of you really care because all what matters in the moment is how good Logan feels when that thing is balls deep inside him

It just soothes the burning ache inside him to be full and stuffed

It's insane how well he takes those toys without shame or any resistance

His ass is just so ready and wet when he is in heat that any toy, no matter the length or girth, slips right in

He loves the ridges and bumps on the dildos as they fuck in and out of his hole

He is going to be so fucking loud that by the time he regains his senses, he is so adorably embarrassed by himself and how he managed to make such sounds

When the heat dies down and he looks at the cabinet where all the bad dragon dildos are stored, he gets so embarrassed by how he acted just a day prior

Logan is also a cock sucking, pussy eating whore. Whatever assets you have, that man is either gonna deep throat or lick it as if his life depended on it

He swallows without a doubt

If you got a cock, have fun to get his mouth off of you because he doesn't budge nuh-uh

He will lick, suck, blow, take it all down his throat, bob his head, spit on it, slap it against his face, jerk it- anything you want him to do he will

The same for when you have a pussy

Just order him around and he will drink up your squirt, no questions asked.

While he also gets off to being degraded sometimes, most of the time you will score points by praising him

Call him your good little boy and he will melt

It's hard for him to be vulnerable around people and you are the only one he shows himself to like this, so don't break his trust!

He has a safe word but he barely uses it because sometimes you read him better than he can himself and know when he is close to breaking before even he does

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Okay, so that were a few. But I could talk about so much more, just thought this would be enough for now. It's never enough but I can't get carried away yet.

Please, gods of the sub fanfictions, what do I have to sacrifice to read about Logan getting pegged like he deserves?🙏🏻🧎‍♀️

[rahhhhhtbrbbsbwbbsbaj]

90 days

It had been 90 days since you had started properly gaining. And that was crazy to you because you had already gained 200 pounds. It wasn't even that difficult, just a basic understanding of calories and nutrition got you to whale status. Gaining that much weight had been fun and exciting but putting on that much fat that quickly had it's consequences. Your stretch marks were ridiculous, they could rival a pregnant mother of triplets. The only difference between your stretch marks and a pregnant lady's was that yours were covering a giant ball if fat. Somehow the lard made all the little and big lines look even more extreme. When you woke up and weren't absolutely full to bursting (which was almost never) you could really see how much abuse your skin had been through.

Your fitness was another thing, even though you had seen 400+ pound people with the ability to walk up stairs with no issues, you struggled tremendously. You hadn't even been up a flight of stairs in 90 days let alone done any strenuous exercise. You knew you had become very unfit when you found walking from the couch to your bedroom a little difficult, but it was only when you and your feeder. had gone shopping did you truly realise. You had desperately needed new clothes so you had gone out to get some. Your XXL jumper strained against the force of your belly, every detail of it exposed under the tight fabric. You could quite literally see your dark and flat belly button and love handles beneath the jumper. You didn't have anything else to wear, all of your shirts didn't even make it past your navel.

So on this shopping spree you realised that every 2 minutes of walking you'd need 2 minutes rest. Your heart rate and breathing were elevated so much by such a small amount of activity. Your partner took every opportunity to tease you about this and would feed you 2 donuts every time you were forced to stop. Trying on clothes had been hot too. 90% of your weight gain had gone straight to your belly. It pushed outwards as far as gravity would allow before dropping low and flabby. This meant that you always looked massive and were up 5 sizes since you properly started and 6 since you were fit. When your partner came into the change room with a bunch of clothes you struggled to pull off your jumper. You had been using your belly to pin it under your hang and now you finally got the chance to release. When it was off you finally got the chance to exhale and seemed to expand.

"Oh my god piggy was that you trying to suck in?"

You heard your partner say, they motioned for you to try again and you did. You sucked in as far as you could go and after about 5 seconds you had to stop, immediately after your breathing intensified.

"wow you are huge"

You often needed reminders about how big you had gotten so quickly. Sometimes, even though your belly, heart, breathing, and skin would tell you otherwise, you could forget how fat you had gotten. Your partner held out some clothes to try on. You ended up choosing 3 different sizes of shorts, t-shirts, button ups, tanks, jumpers, and jeans. 1 size was large enough to be worn to all places and was the most socially acceptable. 1 size was much tighter and showed your fatness off very nicely. And the last size was the tightest, another 15 pounds or a really large feeding would rip them or cause them to roll up over your large gut.

Trying on the clothes you realised 2 things, 1. Your belly was the main deciding factor on sizing and 2. You were a lot fatter in other places than you realised. Your ass fat would be forced upwards when trying on too tight jeans, your arm flab would almost rip some shirts, and your thighs would almost burst out of some pants when you sat down. You also again noticed how unfit you had become. Pulling on the last hoodie (3XL and quite tight around the middle) you were sweating and panting from all the effort. As you finally sat down for a rest your entire body jiggled. This seemed to entrance your partner and they began playing with your fabric covered belly as they revealed a bag they had been concealing. Inside was 4 burgers and 3 fries, as well as another 4 donuts. Good, you were starving.

"oh perfect, let me just change into something with more room-"

You started to say before your partner stopped you.

"No. You're going to finish all of this right now."

You obeyed and were fed your food. You were struggling a little to keep up with how fast your partner was going. You barely noticed when they pulled out another bag with a litre bottle of your favourite gainer shake and a few boosts. As you started chugging you could feel the fabric struggling under the force of your stomach. The tight feeling released with a loud rip and you finished drinking like a good piggy before looking down. The hoodie had ripped to expose your swollen upper belly to the world. You moaned in discomfort and pleasure with what you had just done.

Your feeder immediately went into 'poor baby' mode and released your gut from it's confines. They rubbed the swollen top of your stomach while playing with the flabby, heavy bottom part. Your feeder then went to pay for the clothes while you were left to compose yourself. You leaned back and placed both hands on the sides of your belly. Your partner was back soon and helped you change into a short sleeve compression shirt. You had stretched the deep blue fabric to light blue with how huge your gut was. You motioned for the largest hoodie before being declined.

"Let them see what you've done to yourself"

You both waddled back to your feeders car, taking many breaks along the way.

"I'll bring the car around if you eat these churros now "

You happily agreed having no idea how your feeder had prepared this much food.

Little did you know what was in store for the car ride home.

[mizutenshii]

CAFFEINE RUSH.

— pairing ; kaneki ken x human!gn!reader

— summary ; caffeine might not affect him, but it's a whole different story for you. or: kaneki with a very energetic reader.

— cw ; reader is bouncy and talktative, fluff, humor, mention of human consumption, mildly suggestive towards the end but nothing detailed (innuendo), established relationship

there wasn't much in this world you could share with kaneki.

your diets were completely different – scratch that, they were different and you were freaked out by what his meals consisted of. there was no point in going on fancy dinner dates, and it wasn't fun to be the only one eating when you entertained other date ideas – hence why you often resorted to not eating as well.

it was no fun to be unable to share your xxl popcorn as you watched a movie in the theater, it felt off to be the only one enjoying sweet pastries as you went on a small cafe date, it just wasn't right to visit carnivals together and eat amazing food left and right while kaneki's hands remained empty.

he had offered so many times to suck it up just for you, to pretend that he was enjoying human food. but you knew he would have to throw it all up later or he'd get seriously sick, so you always turned down his offer.

there was, however, something you could enjoy together.

coffee.

although you would never drink your coffee like kaneki did – black and bitter, as if satan's soul had turned liquid – you had adapted to drinking coffee that was much more to your liking by adding an overdose of milk and sugar. it was a simple but very welcome solution, now you could go on coffee dates and talk sweetly over a steaming mug of coffee!

tonight, kaneki had decided to take this solution a little closer to home, showing up on your doorstep with a heavy coffee machine in his arms. he didn't seem to struggle at all with the weight he had to carry, but you still quickly ushered him inside and helped him install it in your kitchen.

"now we can have coffee dates at home," you said, satisfied as you looked at the machine sitting atop your kitchen counter, hands resting on your hips. "that's a lot cheaper than going out to drink it elsewhere so often."

as soon as you spoke those words, you instantly doubted them. kaneki consumed so much coffee daily that you'd probably lose lots of money on coffee beans. oh well, it was whatever. you didn't want to spoil his intentions. you'd just have to take on an extra shift at work to cover the coming coffee bean expenses.

"i know," the half-ghoul nodded. "that's what i thought."

nope, you definitely weren't going to burst his bubble.

"we should celebrate," you decided, stepping over to the kitchen cabinets to grab two mugs. "let's see how good this thing is."

"y/n, it's ten pm," kaneki pointed out, placing a hand on your arm to halt your movements. "caffeine doesn't really affect me but it's a different story for you."

"oh, i'll just pour a little extra milk to make my coffee less strong," you waved him off. "don't be a killjoy, ken. i'll be fine."

you were wrong.

sure, you were indeed fine, just heavily affected by the amount of caffeine that remained in your hot bevarage, even after adding an inhuman amount of milk.

with shaky hands, you sat on your sofa, bouncing in your seat and talking kaneki's ears off – all while the half-ghoul looked at you helplessly. your feet were tapping a restless rhythm on the hardwood floor of your living room, as you were talking to the male with excessive gestures.

"yoo," you giggled, slapping your knees as you thrummed along to the music that played over the tv commercials. "it's so funny how they're still trying to sell that anti-ghoul pepper spray. it doesn't even work?"

you recalled that moment where you had used it on kaneki in the very beginning, after finding out he was a ghoul. he didn't flinch, only looked you dead in the eyes, all but impressed. it was such a funny memory to you, and you wheezed as you tried to hold back your uneven laughter.

"it's all fun and games until they find out it won't stop anyone from eating them," kaneki muttered, a slight frown falling upon his features as you were still bouncing up and down from your seated position.

the half-ghoul gazed at the empty mugs on the table, wondering how such a small amount of caffeine already had this effect on you – all while he sat calmly, utterly unaffected by the substance he drank. it was quite the irony, since his bevarage contained a way higher concentration of caffeine.

"oh, let them have their blissful feeling of safety," you shrugged. "it makes some of the fear fade away, thinking you can actually stop a ghoul from eating you. i remember when you showed me your eye and i was like, ayooo, i can make it out of here because i have this amazing spray on me and–"

you rambled on and on, hyperactive to a point where you were mentioning kaneki's diet and the horrors that plagued tokyo so casually. sure, the half-ghoul had seen you like this before, but not at half past ten in the evening and not when you were alone. a filter on your words and behavior wasn't necessary, and it was as if you subconsciously knew, acting and speaking more freely.

at some point you jumped up from the sofa, startling the ghoul next to you. he looked at you in confusion and you wailed, "i have so much energy."

"no shit," kaneki mumbled, his mismatched eyes following your every movement as you darted around the living room impatiently.

frankly, he found it adorable – you seemed so happy and carefree, blurting out whatever was on your mind and following your body's desire to move around excitedly. he felt like he took part of your humanity away, always dragging you down with the misery that filled his life, forcing you to betray your kin in order to accept him. so seeing you like that, happy and unbothered, even if it was only for a brief moment, it just brought him a strange sense of relief.

kaneki finally got up as well, capturing you with his arms around your waist. you froze, looking at the male with wide eyes and a silly smile you couldn't keep in. but it vanished when you caught the boy with hair as pale as the moon gazing at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. you tilted your head curiously, wondering what had gotten into his mind.

"i am thoroughly regretting my decision to try our new coffee machine tonight," you admitted, coming to a halt afore the half-ghoul but still wiggling on your feet. you pouted, "should've waited until morning. there's no way i can sleep now."

the ghoul suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"google said it takes about three to five hours for the effects of caffeine to halt," he said, a devious smile falling upon his lips. "there's plenty we can do in that time, hm? time to put your excessive energy to good use, my y/n."

your breath stuttered in your throat when you grasped onto what kaneki meant, but there wasn't a part of you that even considered turning down his invitation. he was right, after all.

"alright," you grinned at the half-ghoul, allowing kaneki to take your hand and lead you out of the living room, leaving the two empty mugs behind on the coffee table.

maybe it wasn't all that bad to eliminate sleep for a night, to be consumed by the rush of caffeine. kaneki was a genius for bringing you that coffee machine, and you already knew one thing.

many good things would come from it.

mizutenshii — O5.1O.2O23 — masterlist

— a/n ; i'll admit that this was very self-indulgent and i am by no means sorry about that. my adhd ass is just very hyper and when i consume caffeine it gets even worse and i could not help but imagine ken's reaction lol.

[anguilliforme]

YOUR TURN !!! BANKNOTE TOUR !!

ooh okay!!!! I have two banknote folders- one for my standard world notes and another for hyperinflation notes and any banknotes too large to fit into the first folder.

the renniks is the latter, i have 45 hyperinflation notes, a couple of my faves:

these nicaraguan ones which have the higher values hastily stamped over with black ink that glows under UV. I'm sure you've seen my fascination with hyperiflation designs before. the rushed desperation of the stamp-over style really gets to me.

here is the hundred trillion dollar note that i stayed up past midnight to make sure nobody outbid me, i got it for far less than a lot of hundred trillions are going for these days.

Also in the folder are my Big notes, for some of these i had to craft my own archive slip out of two XXL slips!

this includes my largest note, the thai 60 baht commemorative note.

Now onto my other folder, this one is considerably larger, and while its not completely filled, it's a few spending sprees away from me needing a new one:

I have mine organised in "kind of alphabetical" order. that just means that i bothered to put my notes in an a-is-for-australia, b-is-for-bhutan order but i didn't bother to alphabetise any more than that. Some of the highlights of the notes:

arabic countries absolutely go off with their designs! i'm a lover of both aesthetics and scripts that aren't latin, so these banknotes appeal greatly.

i've always found the netherland's 2 1/2 banknotes and coins so fun to look at. logically i get that it's just half of five and is probably a lot more useful when it comes to transactions but. fraction on a banknote.

my forgery peso! i got this one at a coin/banknote con last year. it was clearly labelled as a forgery and i was so intrigued about its circumstances that i had to get it.

this french algerian banknote (centre) is my most weak and pathetic banknote. i genuinely thought it was going to crumble in my hand as i put it in the archive slip. i've never been more scared to put a banknote into a slip. it's not coming back out because i don't think it would survive the journey.

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🧸Day 7: “What happened?"

Nightmare/Isolation/Stumbling

@juneofdoom

Day 6: "They don't care about you."

Summary: Jongho has a nightmare and wakes up his Wooyoung-hyung.

CW: mention of injury, fear of abandonment

Whumpee: Jongho Caretaker: Wooyoung

Jongho jerked awake, cold sweat beading on his face. He was terrified, and actually, his whole body was soaked in sweat. His blankets had tangled around him and there was a distinctive pain in his knee.

He gasped, pressing his fingernails into his palms, and tried to calm down his racing heart.

He tried to remember what Mingi had shown them as a method to calm down anxiety and panic. What was it?

Breathe in for three seconds? Jongho followed the advice.

Hold the breath for how long? 

Seven. Seven seconds. 

Seven hyungs on a stage without him. Seven hyungs having fun, laughing and joking. Seven hyungs performing with ATINY. Hongjoong singing his high notes, the other six cheering for him. Seven hyungs coming back and having so much to tell, so many inside jokes that Jongho wasn’t privy too.

Seven hyung succeeding without one maknae.

The nightmare had been recurring a few times after his knee surgery, after he was on the other side of the world alone. Away from his found family who seemed to be doing well without him. The past times Jongho had laid awake all night after waking up, shaking and trembling, crying silent tears. 

He didn’t know what had changed this time, why he couldn’t bear the thought of being alone again tonight. Jongho was not a person well known for his fondness for hugs and kisses, for touch in general. But right now he felt like he would combust if he didn’t get any human contact soon.

Never before had he even entertained the thought of waking one of his hyungs, well, his options limited to Hongjoong and Wooyoung with their dorm arrangement for something like this. For something stupid like a nightmare.

When they first debuted he would have laughed at and then hit the person who suggested that he one day would choose a hug over the peaceful, safe self-isolation he found comfort in when overwhelmed. A cocoon of warm, heavy blankets was normally enough to sustain him at night.

(It wasn’t. He just didn’t want to admit it.)

He wanted comfort, needed comfort, craved comfort. And he needed it now.

Without further thought, without even thinking about the consequences, Jongho threw the blankets off of himself. The maknae shivered in the cool night air, the floor icy against his bare feet. He lifted himself into a standing position, nearly falling at the sudden headrush.

He was so cold. His weighted blanket was too heavy to carry but he quickly snatched up the XXL-woolen blanket Seonghwa had gifted him for his birthday and wrapped it around his shoulders. It fell down to his feet like that but he was warmer.

But the blanket was not enough comfort. He needed his Wooyoungie-hyung with his warm, freely given hugs, who always loved a cuddle buddy and had even been a bit sad that he was stuck with the two most touch-averse members in a dorm. Hongjoong and Jongho had relented for him bit by bit, obviously. It was hard to withstand Wooyoung’s pout. Wooyoung would make everything better. Would make him feel not alone.

If he only had wanted comforting words he might have woken up Hongjoong, the captain so good with comforting words and encouraging speeches. But … Hongjoong, insomniac that he was, needed his sleep and … maybe Jongho was even a bit afraid. 

Not of Hongjoong, of course. His hyung was the kindest person Jongho knew. But ATEEZ’s captain could be … intimidating. It was his duty to ensure everything went well and Jongho’s sudden hiatus due to his injury had caused a lot of strain on him. Jongho didn’t want to burden him anymore. He’d be kind, invite Jongho to his bed and tell him that he was a valued member of the group, that he couldn’t be replaced. But Hongjoong had done that, taken over his lines when Jongho couldn’t do them. Besides, Hongjoong was so sure of his team and every single member’s importance that he could not even understand why there was doubt. He constantly told them how proud he was of them, how talented they were and so in his mind he couldn’t fathom why they weren’t as sure of their place as he was.

(Not that Hongjoong didn’t doubt himself.)

The captain would be kind but he wouldn't be helpful. Not like Wooyoung who had struggled with the same fears that Jongho felt.

Without sparing any thought, without thinking about consequences, Jongho stumbled out of his room to the door beside his. His knee hurt, slowing him down, and he was practically vibrating from anticipation when he lifted his hand to knock.

There was no answer. Obviously. It was the middle of the night. Wooyoung was asleep.

Jongho felt embarrassment wash over him, his cheeks red.

“Jongho-yah? What are you doing up? Are you okay?”, a scratchy but concerned voice called. Jongho whirled around and came face to face with the person he had been longing for.

Wooyoung’s hair was sleep-tousled and he looked a bit smushed, a pillow imprint running across his cherk. Yet there was an expression of gentle concern on his face. He must have just returned from the bathroom or something.

“Hyungie”, Jongho whimpered, not sparing a thought to how embarrassing all this was, and flung himself into arms that were spread just in time for him to fall into. Wooyoung was warm and cozy and he held Jongho tightly. It felt good.

No matter how awful he was feeling, still scared, and his feet freezing off.

“Oh, maknae”, Wooyoung whispered and pressed a kiss to Jongho’s temple. For once he didn’t mind. It felt like home. “What’s got you so upset at this time of night? Did you have a nightmare?”

Jongho nodded against Wooyoung’s neck, not daring to resurface from the protection.

But after a moment of just rubbing Jongho’s back, Wooyoung pulled away and took Jongho’s hands in his own. “Let’s go sit on the couch, hm? You must be freezing. I’ll make you some tea and then we can talk about everything, okay?”

“Hyung”, Jongho choked out. He didn’t want to let go of Wooyoung at all. Never again. 

“Shh, I got you”, his Wooyoung-hyung whispered, “I got you. Come on.” He didn’t let go of Jongho’s hand, just pulling him along to the kitchen, where he only let go to fill up the kettle and returned as quickly as possible.

Jongho was sat down on one of their chairs, knees pulled up to his chest. He felt nearly sick with … guilt? Maybe. He hadn’t wanted to keep Wooyoung up. Embarrassment? Likely, even though the dark of the night hid a lot of things.

“My Jongho-yah”, Wooyoung mumbled and guided him to the sofa, fussing with the blankets before running back to the kitchen to get the tea. As soon as he sat down on the sofa next to him, Jongho splayed himself over Wooyoung. Just in case he wanted to get up again. Jongho didn’t think that he could take his hyung leaving - even if it was just for a second - again.

“Oh, maknae”, Woyooung whispered and held Jongho tighter, “what happened? Did a nightmare really get you this upset? It must have been terrible.”

Jongho nodded, shamelessly cuddling up even tighter to Wooyoung. In the process his blanket slipped from his shoulder but Wooyoung quickly adjusted it, pulling it back up to wrap it around them both.

“Tell me.”

Jongho inhaled, flashes of the night terror blinking up behind his eyelids.

“I … I was at one of our concerts. Your concerts”, he stuttered, “I was just in the front row, watching you perform. Hongjoong-hyung was taking over my high notes. The bit of dancing I do, split between Yunho-hyung and Sannie-hyung. I wasn’t needed. At all… and then when it was over I heard you shout ‘Seven makes …’”

Jongho broke off, starting to cry again. 

“I guess, after … this hiatus … I guess, I realized that you really don’t need me. Everything I do can be replaced.”

Wooyoung looked down at him with so much hurt, his own eyes swelling up with tears. As always he was crying when another member cried. He brushed back a strand of Jongho’s hair, trailing his fingers down his cheek.

“Baby”, Wooyoung started, “you can’t be replaced. That dream was just stupid. Yeah, Hongjoong-hyung and some of us could sing your high notes, but never as good as you. It’s your thing. And even if you can’t it feels wrong for us to do it. I know Hongjoong-hyung hated every second of it. And besides, you are our lovely maknae, our baby. There is no ATEEZ without you. And not because of your talent but because you are you. We love you for who you are, as does ATINY. There is no replacing you. Eight makes one team, you hear me?”

“Are you sure?”, Jongho allowed himself to ask.

“Yeah. Don’t think any of us would want to be ATEEZ without you by our side”, Wooyoung emphasized, “we love you too much to let you go. No injury, no illness, no ocean will keep us from you.” 

“But it did…”, Jongho whispered.

Wooyoung sighed and shifted so he could look at Jongho, wiping at the tears in the maknae’s eyes.

“Don’t ever think we wanted that. I think Seonghwa-hyung was about to throw down his career to follow you to Korea for your surgery. I have never seen Hongjoong-hyung this stressed, he was basically vibrating out of his skin and so scared you would resent him. Yunho and Mingi were basically inseparable the whole time, clinging to each other and scared to let another person they loved so much out of their sight.”

“Are you sure that wasn’t you and Sannie-hyung?”, Jongho forced out, a raw laugh coming with it. Nevermind the situation, he loved teasing his hyungs.

“Us too”, Wooyoung said earnestly, staring Jongho right into his eyes with so much adoration it nearly bowled the maknae over, “I don’t think we all were really able to be separated at all, so scared for you. Both San-ah and I cried the night you flew home. Yeosangie came to join us, the empty bed beside his, his worst nightmare. So don’t ever think we could or wanted to replace you. It was awful on these stages without you.”

“Thank you, hyungie” Jongho whispered, suddenly hit with exhaustion, and yawned.

“Think you can go back to sleep?”, Wooyoung asked, laughing softly, a bit wetly.

Jongho nodded, content to fall asleep right where he was, half-sitting up and leaning on his youngest hyung. 

“Let’s lie down properly”, Wooyoung mumbled.

Jongho tensed. He didn’t want to go back to his own, cold, lonely bed.

“I’m not making you leave, baby”, Wooyoung said quickly and pressed Jongho’s chest to make him lie down on the sofa, cuddling him tight. “We can sleep here.”

They did. If they woke up to a worried but fond captain who had covered them in blankets during the night, it was a happy circumstance.

Day 8: "I’m not okay." - Alternate

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

[fatfables]

Gainfully Unemployed:

A new fat fable about obsessive weight gain.

Gainfully Unemployed

Kyle California was his handle, I didn’t know his real name, not at first. I first came across his YouTube channel in early 2017. I was his first follower. I don’t know if it was his strong jawline, muscular biceps, or Pacific blue eyes that caused me to fall in love. Back then he had short brown hair spiked like a child’s, a deep tan from years spent lying by his parent’s pool, and a soft hairless stomach. His early uploads were of him jiggling his pudge and smiling. He always wore a pair of azure blue Quiksilver boardshorts and spoke softly about wanting to grow bigger. He would post his statistics below his videos. He said that he was 5ft 10 and 183 lbs with a 30 inch waist. He claimed to be 23 years old.

I was the first to subscribe to his Patreon and his OnlyFans. I felt honoured that he allowed me to share in his intimate moments. He invited me to shower with him, let me watch while he sat on his dildo and jerked his thick 10 inch cock right in my face. I really used to love that. I regularly sent him $10 tips that I really hoped he would spend on food. He promised me he would.

Kyle said that he loved to eat and it showed. I watched him working on his legs and arms in the gym. In the changing rooms he would film himself shaking his round belly wearing only a wet towel around his midriff. He wanted to remain healthy and muscular whilst continuing to grow his stomach. I watched him eat pizza and cream cakes. In May 2018, at my request, he bought the same azure boardshorts, 34 inches. He flexed his guns and stroked his swollen round belly. It was so soft, like his face, in contrast to his strong arms and chest. His thighs were thick and round like a fat ballet dancer’s. His ass was perfectly perk and succulent. I loved watching his cheeks bounce while he swallowed his dildo and came. We had such fun.

He first spoke to me when he answered my question on Tumblr and Instagram. Do you think you will always want to keep gaining? He was 220 lbs at this point and had developed nicely thickening love handles that stuck out half an inch over the boardshorts that so beautifully matched his eyes. Yes, I can’t imagine ever not growing bigger. I just love the feeling of too much to ever stop. I believed him.

By 2019 he was one of the most popular gainers online. He regularly got tens of thousands of views on YouTube and had hundreds of followers on his other socials. I was so proud of him. His belly was really starting to balloon, thanks to my encouragement and kindness. Kyle had such a perfect round gut that stuck out two or three inches beyond his 36 inch shorts. He looked so swollen all of the time. Like he had eaten a whole watermelon. He was the perfect all-American gay boy.

When the pandemic hit Kyle lost his service job meaning that his online presence was his only source of income. I felt so sorry for him and really appreciated his honesty and hardwork that he was putting into growing himself and his socials. I more than doubled my contributions and he almost doubled in size.

Being locked-down was so good for Kyle, he got to stay home all day and make a living from eating and jerking off online. I started paying for his Uber Eats and he was so thankful. The weight piled onto his belly, thighs, and ass as he ate junk food daily. Burger King was his favourite. He gobbled down Double Whoppers like they were Tic Tacs and the results were wonderful. During those months he exploded into a real sexy fat boy. His belly bulged and his butt ballooned. Stretch marks started to appear on his love handles as his body grew wider at an unbelievable pace. Quicksilver no longer made the same boardshorts so he would eat in just his underwear. XXL tighty whitey’s that were so deliciously tight. He could no longer go to the gym so his upper body and legs quickly began to soften. Kyle would play with his new moobs for me. Squeezing his thick man breasts while he sucked down supersized shakes. Lockdown was lonely for many people but not for Kyle and me.

By the time he went to get his first vaccination Kyle was 289 lbs. So close to the big 300. His youthful face was soft and chunky with chipmunk cheeks and a thick double chin. I had been with him all the way on his journey and was thrilled to finally be getting the chance to meet him in person.

I had been looking for jobs in Carmel for the previous six months and had finally landed a role at an online shoe retailer which paid enough to support both of us. It was important to me that Kyle could afford not to return to work, or the gym, in order to continue with his gains. When he announced that he was making enough money online to keep doing it full time I was delighted.

I found his parents' house on Google Maps. I had seen the exterior and pool enough times on his earlier videos. Locating his apartment was harder so I had to wait for him to visit his folks. I assumed that he would be thrilled to see me. We had now spoken a few times during his Q&A sessions and had always gotten along so well. I couldn’t wait but his fucking parent’s went and ruined it.

At first meeting him in person was perfect. He was even more beautiful in real life than in any picture or video and I should know, I took thousands of pictures of him during our relationship. He was so circular, a real buxom boy, with a massively plush ass, round and soft enough to turn the head of any Catholic Priest. His balloon belly bounced with every step as he walked up his parent’s driveway. He was wearing a dark yellow t-shirt that did nothing to hide the layers of fat that stuck so beautifully out the front of his distended abdomen. He was very surprised to see me.

At first I was shocked that he had forgotten my name but when he explained how many followers he had I forgave him. I was so proud of his success. When he asked me to leave I was initially furious but he explained that his parents were not aware of his online activities so it was inappropriate to introduce me to them at that moment. I accepted this explanation and told him that we could meet at Burger King the next day. I left in a very upbeat mood. When he didn’t show I was again enraged and sent him twenty seven DM’s. Eventually he responded saying that something else had come up. I tried to rearrange our next date but he was always too busy.

He kept performing online so I wasn’t too brokenhearted. Making videos must have been taking up a lot of his time. His gains had seemed to be slowing down though so I sent him a $200 tip with a short message saying to spend it all at Burger King. I signed it with lots of kisses. I was totally bewildered to discover two days later that the money had been redeposited in my account. Again I DM’d him only to discover that he had blocked my messages. I really started to wonder if I had done something wrong. The idea that I’d done something to upset him caused me real pain.

My mind was put at ease the next day when he posted that he had decided to stop gaining fat and wanted to regain more muscle. This initially relieved me, however, I couldn’t believe that he would make such an important decision without consulting me first. He had after all promised me personally that he would never stop gaining fat. I knew that I would find him at the gym. I had been there many times before.

When he saw me in the showers he completely lost his mind. I think his parent’s must have found out about his gaining or his OnlyFans or something. I’d never realised before that he could have such a short fuse. His heavy ass glistened when wet and his bulbous belly was so fucking beautiful. I gave it a rub as I knew he liked that, but my compliments didn’t calm him down like I’d hoped. He ripped his shorts trying to put them back on quickly and left the gym with his right ass cheek hanging out below his tight t-shirt.

I followed him to the parking lot trying to calm him down but it was no good. He had now gone stoney quiet so I was the only one doing the talking. I told him how much I loved him and how fat and beautiful he was. I even offered to blow him right there in his car. But it was all to no avail. He drove off at high speed.

I decided to follow him as I needed to make sure that he was alright. I hated seeing him so upset. All I wanted to do was take care of him. Keep him as my own fat boy. But I would never get the chance to take our relationship to the next level. 

He was so stressed out that he ran a red light. The Uber Eats driver t-boned his sedan on the driver’s side. Kyle had left in such a hurry that he’d forgotten to put his seatbelt on. I never knew this before but airbags are designed to protect people wearing belts. The seat belt stops you from being thrown forward towards the deploying airbag. No belt hence massively increases the impact force. The coroner’s report said that Kyle’s heart had been dislodged. He died instantly. If there’s one lesson to be learned from this story it’s that seatbelts save lives.

His last post update said that he was 5 ft 10 and 296 lbs with a 42 inch waist size. He claimed that he was 23 years old.

At the funeral I met his parents. They were lovely and had no idea that Kyle had a boyfriend. They were pleased that he hadn’t spent all his time alone. His weight gain had been a concern to them and they were starting to worry about his well being. I assured them that Kyle had been fine and was perfectly happy with me. It was just a tragic accident. I didn’t mention how stressed and furious he’d been that day as I didn’t want to upset them. They were very nice people and I couldn’t get my head around why Kyle had been so angry at them. They seemed like such a nice family. It’s a real tragedy. I keep in touch with them every so often.

[almostpleasantrebel]

Dozens of Songs Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @thebiwifeonao3 for the dozens of songs tag game!!! Here’s how to play. Also I’m sorry for how much M*A*S*H is on this.

step one:

so here's the game: 12 songs you've recently listened to (include a lyric that you like maybe), 12 ships (can be solo or platonic, dw) (hard mode: from 12 fandoms???) that the songs loosely make you think of, & tag 12 people to do the same.

easy mode: do half a dozen instead idk

here's a fun idea: you could even listen to the playlist from the person who tagged you to use some/all of their song picks!!

step two:

whether you've been tagged or not, you can send an ask with the song & pairing and create a work based on the idea. And the theme of 12 is fun so could be 12 characters, words, paragraphs, chapters, anything!

profit!!! (have fun & maybe end up reading some new fic!)

Songs and ships under the read more thingy

1. XXL (LANY) — Margaret Houlihan/Lorraine Anderson, M*A*S*H

Backseat secrets we will never tell

2. Apocalypse (Cigarettes After Sex) — Margaret Houlihan/Helen Whitfield, M*A*S*H

Your lips, my lips, apocalypse

3. She Looks So Perfect (5 Seconds Of Summer) — Margaret Houlihan/Hawkeye Pierce, M*A*S*H

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

4. Only You (Yaz) — Elizabeth Corday/Anna Del Amico, ER

All I needed was the love you gave all I needed for another day and all I ever knew only you

5. At The Ballet (Kelly Bishop, Nancy Lane & Kay Cole) — Margaret Houlihan, M*A*S*H

Everything was beautiful at the ballet. Graceful men lift lovely girls in white. Yes, everything was beautiful at ballet. Hey! I was happy... at the ballet. That's why I started class... Up a steep and very narrow stairway. To the voice like a metronome. Up a steep and very narrow stairway. It wasn't paradise... It wasn't paradise... It wasn't paradise... But it was home.

6. Trouble (Kristin Hersh) — Abigail Marjorie Lockhart, ER

Trouble oh trouble can't you see you have made me a wreck now won't you leave me in my misery

7. Summer, Highland Falls (Billy Joel) — Elizabeth Corday/Mark Greene, ER

For we are always what our situations hand us

8. Miss Atomic Bomb (The Killers) — Margaret Houlihan/Trapper John McIntyre, M*A*S*H

All that I wanted was a little touch, a little tenderness and truth, I didn't ask for much, no talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time

9. Until The World Ends (Arch Tremors feat. Lollo Gardtman) — Margaret Houlihan & B.J. Hunnicutt, M*A*S*H

And you are safe with me until the world ends

10. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (The Smiths) — Margaret Houlihan/Peggy Bigelow, M*A*S*H

Take me out tonight where there's music and there's people and they're young and alive driving in your car I never, never want to go home because I haven't got one anymore

11. Father and Son (Cat Stevens) — Margaret Houlihan & Alvin Houlihan, M*A*S*H

How can I try to explain? When I do he turns away again It's always been the same same old story from the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen, now there's a way and I know that I have to go away I know I have to go

12. Remember Me (Lullaby) ((Gael García Bernal, Gabriella Flores & Libertad García Fonzi)) — Henry Blake/Lorraine Blake, M*A*S*H

Remember me though I have to say goodbye remember me, don't let it make you cry for even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Tags: @remyfire @mercysong-tardis @cuddleswinchester @allcanonisrelative and anyone else who would like to participate

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 1,256

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

AN 2: Guys, this one took even me by surprise. Never saw us here, but here we are. Let me know what you think xxL

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Chapter Thirteen

They walked into the house forty minutes later thinking no one was the wiser. How very wrong they were. Once Santiago and Gabby walked into the house. Will and Benny stood up from their seats giving them applause.

“Finally!”

“Thank god!”

“Jesus” Santiago said under his breath chuckling.

“What are you guys talking about?” she teased. The jig was up there was no point to lying about it

“Did you have to check on the money twice?”

“Yes” Santiago finally answered, “Trust me, the second time was more fun.”

He lingered behind her as he walked past her and farther into the house. She noticed Frankie sitting on the sofa by himself. She walked up and sat next to him, facing him, legs folded in front of her.

“What’s going on?”

“You tell me” he sighed “Did you forgot to tell him about Mangus?”

“Mangus doesn’t really seem relevant now, does he?”

Truthfully, Gabby hadn’t thought about Mangus since she landed in South America. With all her talk about new jobs and moving. Her boyfriend didn’t really seem important now.

“Then who is relevant to you, Gabriella?”

He had only ever called you by her full name twice in her life .The first time that they had met. When he found her in a state and only knew the information that they had told him and the second was forty-five minutes ago

“What you think Santi and I are going to have a happily ever after? She chuckled.

“Not with Santiago, no”

His voice was cold. Colder than she had ever heard it. She sat back and looked at him confused. He couldn’t take it anymore. The bewilderment on her face, the way she pouted at him. Frankie couldn’t do it.

He stood up walked across the room and towards the stairs

“Baby” she called out

There was that feeling that shot up Santiago’s spine again. She said it again calling out to Frankie, with no response.

The vibe of the room had changed since she sat down with him, the playfulness was gone. It was now cold, awkward and slightly dark.

She got up and stood at the table with the brothers.

“Don’t worry” Will told her quietly “He gets like this sometimes.”

She nodded her head and smiled the best she could. He never got like that with her

“I’m going to go up and have a shower before all you guys steal my hot water.”

All three of them watch her go in silence

Well, almost in silence

“You don’t think he’s been in love with her this whole time, do you?” Ben asked, more to himself then anyone.

Will frowned at his younger brother and shook his head. The answer was so clear to everyone else in the room.

#

Santiago walked into her bedroom twenty minutes later, she was walking around the room in the tightest jeans he could imagine and a black bra , the ends of her hair dripping on to her skin and he had to remind himself of the reason he had actually walked in there.

Gabby looked up at him and gave him a small smile

“Hey”

“Hey” he said sitting down on the end of the bed

“What’s wrong?”

“Who says any things wrong?”

“Your face”

He didn’t say anything at first. He knew he was being stupid but before good sense could take control, Santiago’s mouth took over

“Why do you call Frankie that?”

“Call Frankie what?”

“You call  him, Baby”

She looked up in the mirror to look back at him

“I don’t know just always have. I don’t even think about it”

“Could you maybe, stop”

She frowned before pulling out a black tee and pulling it on over her head, maybe a little too forcefully.

“Why?” the question come out sharper then she intended.

“I don’t like it”

“Suddenly I’m back in junior high” she said under her breath.

“Gabs”

“So, because I’m  fucking you . I have to stop calling my friend a nickname that he has always had”

“First of all, that’s not what we are doing”

“It’s what I’m doing” she shot back

“Wow. There is it”

“Oh come on. Don’t turn into a girl on me now”

He stood up off the bed because he felt like he needed the higher ground right now.

“Wow, you can really turn into a  bitch quickly, can’t you?”

“Only when called for, Baby”

He took a slow, controlled breath because he knew if he didn’t this was going to turn into a disaster

“Stop”

“I’m not doing anything”

“Don’t take it out on me because Frankie is pissed at you”

She frowned and grabbed her handbag and keys off the dresser

“I gotta get some air”

“Gabs, don’t go”

“It’s okay. I’ll be back”

He watched her go and wanted to take everything back. He used to not care when she was angry or ticked off. He actually used to like it.

Now it made him uneasy.

She walked downstairs and past Will and Benny

“I’m going out. Do you guys need something?”

They looked at her confused and shook their heads before she walked out the front door and slammed it. Before hearing they heard the Porsche overly rev up and speeding off.

#

It was a good thing that the guys didn’t want her to bring something back for them because it was ten thirty at night and she still wasn’t back. Countless messages to her phone and no answer. Will looked at Santiago over the table

“So you fucked up too, huh?”

“Little bit”

“What if someone grabbed her?” Benny questioned, saying the thing everyone was thinking

“Don’t be stupid, Benny” Frankie shot “No one knows we’re here”

“Don’t they?”

“I’m calling her. This is bullshit” Will said getting up and walking out to the porch.

“What did you do?” Frankie shot at Santiago

“Me?”

Santiago got up from the table and  stalked over to the living room where Frankie was.

“We fought because you did. The reason she’s not here right now is because of you pulling that crap. You never wanted her until someone else did or maybe it was just because I wanted her”

“You have no idea what you are talking about, Pope”

“Maybe the problem is how you see her. She’s not that broken girl you rescued anymore. She’s so fucking strong. Frankie, she doesn’t need you protecting her. She’s more than capable then you give her credit for” he stopped for a beat “Trust me”

He knew it was coming.

That’s why Santiago said it

He wanted to get under Frankie’s skin

He still didn’t see the punch coming

It happened just as soon as Will walked back in the front door to see it happen.

“She’s okay but she’s not coming back tonight”

“I can’t imagine why” Benny told them all getting up from the table.

“She’s grieving, Pope”

“Fish, this has been coming way before that jerk in the jungle and you know it” Benny said handing Santiago an ice pack.

“Wrong choice of words, Dude ” Will laughed

Frankie made his way back up stairs

“You better start practicing your groveling skills, Frankie. You’re going to need them” Benny called out.

 “You too” Will told Santiago

“I’m aware”

“Did you have to stir him up?”

“Yeah, felt good”

He didn’t know where she was and they were still on the run. As much as he wanted to go out there and find her but Santiago knew when to stop.

[jesuschristt-thatsaprettyface]

3. Are there kinks you can see the appeal of but aren't into?

7. Are there any toys you own or would really like to own? What are they? What do/would you like using them for?

oh hi :3

3. absolutely. there's so many kinks i'm not into that tumblr seems to love hahah. like, i'm not into breeding or monsterfucking but i get why people are into it lol

7. oooh yeah baby i own lots of toys or just improvised toys; - 2 textured dildos that fit into a harness. (i don't really like the feel of them inside me but they're fun to jack off with) - 2 glass dildos - 3 butt plugs - a silicone paddle - a hitachi vibrator & rose vibrator - 2 pairs of handcuffs - pillow case in the sex drawer bc it's fun to put over my head as if i'm being suffocated :3 - leather belt in the drawer for more asphyxiation fun - nipple clamps - an XXL inflatable anal plug that i have yet to use bc i underestimated the size (but i'd love to work up to it hehe) - ball gag & pacifier gag - bondage tape - vaginal silicone balls idk what they're called lol i would LOVE to buy an electro wand/violet wand or electro nipple clamps!! and on a more romantic note, i've always wanted a locked collar or necklace with someone i'm in a dynamic with, if that counts as a toy.

[punch-love]

i just read your answer about the sex work ask and you're so correct about everything so much. i constantly think about how bad i just want one fic where wade is the sex worker instead because i think its both an interesting avenue and spinning that dumb trope on its head and potentially it could be comedic. plus i just think magic mike XXL is a really fun movie and it genuinely made me think about wade when i watched it a while ago. as a writer myself it's something i should try a oneshot of one day because you just don't see it! (P.S. i love your spideypool opinions and reading your past couple anon answers, you ever just see someone go on a rant on tumblr and think we could totally be friends? asdhjgsdfg love ur fics xoxo)

I really think it's wild that there isn't any pre-existing ones because it would make such a good character study! I think that's another issue I have with Peter specifically being the sex worker is because it's never, ever a character study and always just kind of low-budget badly acted porno (and that's okay there's nothing wrong with straight-up unapologetic porn) but as a character study guy I love having some character writing alongside the porn and I just think Wade as a sex worker would be such an interesting exploration.

If you end up writing one, you should link me! I would read it. I'm glad you're enjoying my answers/thoughts + alongside my fics. It's been fun being able to talk about character meta and hearing what people think of it.

[twinsforfashion]

Júlia

Me siento muy poco preparada para este verano primaveral que nos acecha y el destape que conlleva, sobre todo no estoy preparada are dejar de ponerme jerseys gigantes, pero algo que si me encanta de estas épocas de entretiempo son estos looks como raros en los que mezclamos prendas de invierno y verano. Siempre me ha parecido super divertido y curioso, y este jersey + falda de volantes están siendo mi combo perfecta, con camiseta XXL de manga corta debajo, ya sea con deportivas o botines. Al final la moda está para divertirse y atreverse con estas combos. 

*Ah, y a partir de ahora llevo coleteros XXL. Por casa, en la calle y en el gym. Creo que hacen la crisis de los 30 más llevadera y me recuerdan que aún soy un bebote.

*

I feel quite unprepared for this spring summer that is approaching us and the skin exposure that it entails, above all I am not prepared to stop wearing giant sweaters, but something that I do love about these half-time seasons without doubt are these strange looks in which we mix winter and summer clothes. I have always found it super fun and curious, and this sweater + ruffle skirt is my perfect combo, with an XXL short-sleeved t-shirt underneath, either with sneakers or ankle boots. In the end, fashion is for having fun and daring with these combos.

*Oh, and from now on I'm wearing XXL scrunchies. At home, on the street and in the gym. I think they make my mid-life crisis more bearable and remind me that I'm still a baby.

Zara sweater, vintage skirt, Pull & Bear scrunchie, Elleme bag and Mustang sneakers.

+ Shoot by @cucone.

[gsohb]

Hip-Hop Royalty: Capital Steez

"Dear diary, what a day it's been." - from Free The Robots

Prior to 2023, if you had asked me who Capital Steez was, I honestly would've drawn a blank.

This isn't a note on the ferocious talent of this young man, but more so an admission of how much of an old ass, I actually am.

But sure enough, in 2023, I became familiar with the music of Steez, and needless to say, I haven't stopped listening, since.

STEEZ was born Courtney Everald Dewar Jr. on July 7th, 1993 in Brooklyn, New York (city). He attended the well known Edward R. Murrow High School.

According to his wiki, STEEZ was a happy kid. Always with a smile on his face, he would don a short afro and skinny jeans.

During the late 2000's, STEEZ co-founded the PRO ERA rap collective with childhood friend and fellow rapper Joey Badass.

Have you ever heard of the Beast Coast Movement? Well, it was (and is) a thing.

Beast Coast Movement

Apparently it was a term that STEEZ used to describe the musical conglomerate that was PRO ERA, Flatbush Zombies, and The Underachievers.

Unfortunately, on December 23rd, 2012, Courtney ended his life.

But, I don't want this entire to piece to be about his passing. I would like to discuss his talent and legacy left on hip hop.

Lol! Apparently, he had a sense of humor, too.

His Music

I always know when a song, particularly a rap song is good, because I'll be listening to it, and say, "This is what I'm talking about!"

It's like when you've been looking for a particular brand of butter for months. Yeah, the others are good and get the job done, but THIS kind of butter makes food fun and nutritious.

That's the feeling I got when I first listened to Apex.

First what I love about this video is how fun it is. I appreciate the jovial, fun energy that's only complimented by half serious, half jokey lyrics.

Maybe I'm biased, because this is one of my favorite types of rap styles.

Also, do you hear that beat?

Another one I really enjoy listening to is Free The Robots.

Okay, first of all. THIS VIDEO.

This video definitely is giving me liminal space vibes. Anyone else? No?

I really appreciate how there's different clips, and videos from different sources. Feels like STEEZ was trying to convey a message with all the clips arranged like so.

Now, with the music: I feel hypnotized. Just listening to this makes me feel dreamy, but also really really dreary. You ever seen Requiem For A Dream? | Yeah, that kind of dreamy/dreary.

Which is coincidental, because throughout the song, STEEZ mentions how destructive drugs have been to him personally and the world at large.

Free The Robots

STEEZ also touches on politics, very heavily here, such as 9/11 and certain ways he'd like past presidents to be dealt with. :)

AmeriKKKan Korruption | King Capital

STEEZ posing with left hand over left eye, while draped in a large American flag.

So, there is an album.

Or rather, a mixtape.

Capital STEEZ had released a solo mixtape titled AmeriKKKan Korruption, on April 7th, 2012.

The mixtape contained a total of 14 tracks, although a number of other rappers, producers and PRO ERA members have graciously contributed to its track count.

After his passing, in 2013 there had been an announcement by friend and fellow rapper Joey Badass that a posthumous album, titled King Capital would be released. While a song did come of it (King Steelo), the album King Capital would never actually be released.

On January 2nd, 2018, Joey Badass stated to fans that due to legalities, the album's release would be delayed to later that year.

As of 2024, the project King Capital is still unreleased.

His Legacy

I'm not sure what things would have looked like for STEEZ had he survived throughout the years.

What I will say, is that a talent and voice like he had is desperately needed now. In fact, maybe STEEZ's energy is still alive and well in some other rapper who just may have the talent, but hasn't been tweeted about by XXL.

Maybe we need to begin searching out talented artists, and boosting them up ourselves.

Also, it goes without mentioning, that it was said that STEEZ had been dealing with some emotional battles. I want to say that if you find yourself dealing with emotional, mental issues, getting help doesn't make you weak.

But taking your life doesn't make you weak either. It just means the help you needed didn't arrive on time.

God bless everyone, and long live STEEZ.

[vitaminwaterreviews]

Young Posse - XXL

I absolutely loved this EP, I don’t even know what else to say. I liked the sound, I was impressed by their vocals, I thought the feature was really good, the title track is obviously awesome. It’s interesting though, because the sound is kind of similar to Illit, but I think Young Posse just did it better somehow. I don’t really know how to explain the difference. Like, when Illit do it, it feels like they’re trying to be cool. When Young Posse do it, it feels like they are cool. Plus the title track gives a lot more legitimacy to the album. I do wish there was a bit more rap on the album, but then again, we got a ton of rap in Macaroni Cheese, so in terms of their discography as a whole (all two EP’s) this is a reasonable shift for an album.

Average score of 8.8, but I liked it a lot, so imma round up to 9.0.

- I’ve already seen XXL and I absolutely loved it. Very excited to hear the rest of the album. This is immediately after I heard Illit, so let’s see how it is.

Scars

Oh hey, all of the songs are over three minutes Except the title lol

Well this isn’t the Young Posse sound we’ve come to know and love

Mildly impressed by the vocals, but also the autotune is everywhere

This does actually sound kinda like the Illit album

They wouldn’t be using This excessive of autotune though

Oh her low register is pretty, alright

Why does this make me feel Sad?

Actually I kinda get Look At Me vibes from this haha

(Also I liked Look At Me before it was cool just to be clear)

DEEP VOICE MOMENT

The synth here is so good oh my god

It makes me feel like I Just, sort of

9/10

XXL

God the MV for this is just so good

See this is what I mean by Fun kpop

Like, kpop that doesn’t take itself too seriously

10/10

DND

And now we’re back to r&b

I dunno why but for some reason this feels more like proper r&b than a lot of the NewJeans style to me

Don’t get me wrong, I love a lot of NewJeans’ music, but it’s impossible not to compare groups to them

Woah, BM fits this so well. I don’t know much Kard, maybe I’ll have to listen to more of him

Their singing is so Good, you never would’ve guessed it by their first album

Mmm and now we’re more upbeat

8/10

ROTY

Is this like, a statement of intent?

Oh wait it’s on their Album cover

I love that so much for them

Why does all this music make me so SAD?

Like for some reason this is crying music to me

(Not that I do much crying but still)

It’s got me dancing around the room, that’s neat

9/10 for the audacity to put it on the album cover

Skyline

I always find it a bit weird when kpop groups reference western artists in their music (Red Velvet)

But actually I think it kinda works for Young Posse, at least for me

I guess at some point I’ll have to figure out what all the Stevie Wonder is for

Hopefully someone writes up a lyrical analysis that I get to read

Ah yes, random piano outro bc why not

8/10

[missyourflight]

we're doing this again! here are some of the things i read/watched in feb:

dopesick: not sure how i feel about the mix of real/created characters! a lot of the sackler stuff i was familiar with from empire of pain (more on patrick radden keefe later) (relatedly i'm so eager for the nan goldin doc to be streaming over here), some great performances, also doesn't disney have money for better wigs?

happy valley (s3): as a nation we don't deserve sarah lancashire. magnificent television!! good thing f1 is coming back so i can continue to experience tension on sundays etc

lovecraft country: i got myself into a whole jonathan majors situation just in time for creed iii and this was Wild. i wasn't always in love with it but it took some massive swings and honestly reminded me a tiny bit of doctor who just in like the genre-of-the-week approach. also wunmi mosaku, my beloved

justified (s3): as ever this should just be the boyd/raylan show. jfc but raylan is bad at his job. i'm torn re: the progressively more deranged gay antagonist bc he was kind of fun but also whew @ some of those backstory elements

full swing: golf to survive! i didn't know any of these men apart from rory mcilroy! bit of a mixed bag but i loved joel dahmen and his caddy and also matt fitzpatrick, tiny stats nerd from sheffield. lol forever @ zak and lando's golf friend defecting to the sketchy saudi tour etc, like fucking obviously

the green ray: woof a bit close to home! aching for connection, crying on holiday... rohmer girl summer forever in my heart

scream 4: just fine until it goes gleefully Bonkers in the last act

scream 5: last act not as much fun as scream 4, jack quaid is charming, weirdly i found some of the stabbings like off-puttingly intense?

great freedom: this was wonderful and i cried. almost shockingly tender at times and just like, we have always been here? franz rogowski is remarkable and i can't wait to see him in passages (ben whishaw basically doing the andrew scott role from cock 14 years on?? i mean)

devotion: see above re: ongoing jonathan majors situation, thought he was beautiful in this, loved the partnership w glen powell. there's a part that's like you think is going to play out like top gun maverick and then it doesn't because it's based on a true story (why is joe jonas here)

magic mike's last dance: obviously doesn't approach the heights of xxl but channing is still so fucking charming (why is she's the man not streaming anywhere here. i need it). i saw it with some friends and one of them was sad afterwards bc her husband never dances with her - not to be like are straight people okay, but are you?

creed: i am not well versed in the rockyverse lore but i Need to see creed iii due to the jonathan majors situation and i really liked this! mbj charming, i do not care for boxing as a sport but ryan coogler can really move a camera, also pleasantly surprised by the liverpool of it all??

creed ii: this was fine! the fighting didn't have anywhere near the impact of the first one bc this director is not as talented as ryan coogler

patrick radden keefe, rogues: really enjoying this collection of some of his new yorker profiles. listening on audio and i feel like it's kind of rare for a non-fiction author to read their own work this well? also this month i listened to his wind of change podcast (was not prepared for the tommy vietor cameo lol) which was a lot of fun but took a lot of time to not really answer the question