#you can reblog this even if you aren't plus size

[megamindsecretlair]

Hey fren! ✌🏾

Whenever you got the time, can we get a nice little piece with Kofi, Tyrone, or Trevante (your pick lol) where him and his girl get into bad. It leads them to be mad as hell at each other to where they aren't speaking for like a day or two.

And our man finally gets tired of the tension and decides to make things up, but our girl is damn sure good at holding grudges so it takes him a leeettle bit more convincing to get her out of her feelings.

Also, no rush if you do decide to do this one! Love you babes 😘💜

A/N: I hope this hits. What can I say, the anon inspired me. Please note that this is not Mr. Black.

Don't Forget About Us

Pairing: Tre x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Established relationship. Smut, FLUFF, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), anal play, dirty talk, cursing, all consensual.

Summary: See ask. You reached a breaking point with your boyfriend. He was constantly gone, nose buried in work making you go to bed alone and tired and lonely. After a screaming match, you both need time to cool your heels. But not for too long.

Word Count: 6,841k

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A/N: It's not that I lied, it's just that I failed lmfao. I hadn't had plans to release this but well, I miss himmmm. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.

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For the first time, in a really long time, you did not want to get out of your car and walk through the front door. You didn’t want to spend another restless night worrying over your boyfriend. He was such a work-a-holic and you were tired of the arguments. 

The same old record scratch repeating over and over. You missed him like crazy. You wanted him warm and safe in your bed every night and you were sick of feeling guilty for wanting that. He would kiss you and make promises, but slowly, his word was losing its meaning. 

You groaned and dropped your head to the steering wheel. You could not stay out here for much longer. You knew that and yet your legs felt like lead weights. You couldn’t make your body move even though your mind screamed at you to move. You honestly didn’t know how much longer you could continue doing this.

You heaved another groan and finally got out of the car, the quick beep letting you know that your car was locked and armed. You walked up to the townhouse you two shared, entering through the front door. You walked inside to the lights on and music playing somewhere in the background.

You closed and locked the door, removing your jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door. You slipped out of your heels, sighing as that particular burden was removed. You followed the sound of the music to the dining room.

Your boyfriend stood there in soft black lounge pants and a black long sleeved tee to match. It molded well to his body, showing off his muscles. He smiled, instantly lighting up the entire room with that mega-watt smile of his. 

A gold chain rested against his chest and golden studs glinted in the dim lighting. He held out a glass of wine, cocking his head. “Hey baby,” he said.

You sighed, wanting to melt into his arms. Wanting to hug him and turn your brain off for the rest of the night. A surge of bitterness shot through you, coating your tongue in acid. But you swallowed it down. You didn’t want to pick a fight. Didn’t want to be that type of girlfriend. 

You smiled and grabbed the glass of wine from him and took a small sip. You felt awkward standing next to the man of your dreams and not knowing what to do. Whether or not it was okay to reach across that gap and touch him. 

You scooted past and looked at the dinner on the table. Steaming short ribs were covered in gravy, sitting next to a vegetable medley and seasoned mashed potatoes. It looked amazing and your mouth watered, momentarily forgetting that you were mad at him. 

Tre moved around you and slid your chair out. You thanked him and moved in front of it. He pushed the chair in as you sat down and then took his seat at the side of the table. He uncovered a bowl of salad, dishing some for you into the small bowl beside your plate. 

You smiled and began eating, falling into a familiar pattern. You spoke about silly things like your work and his, the crazy people there, or what your friends were currently up to. You spoke about your family and their latest shenanigans and Tre spoke about talking to his grandmother earlier. 

Safe, normal topics that didn’t disrupt the nice meal Tre prepared. You let yourself breathe for a moment, soak up the rare moment that he was home long enough to enjoy this. You laughed with him and you enjoyed seeing the little crinkle in his eyes. That devastating smile. 

You relaxed in the chair, taking a moment to appreciate the comfortable lull in the conversation. You swirled the last bit of wine in your glass on the table, watching the red liquid swirl. 

“You want some more?” Tre asked.

You smiled and shook your head. “I should probably get ready for bed, I got an early meeting,” you said. 

Tre sighed. “I get it,” he said. He looked down at your hand briefly when the shrill tone of his phone rang in the living room. 

You sucked your teeth while he cursed, grabbing his phone and looking at the caller’s name. It’d be so much easier if you thought he was cheating. That you could explain away in your mind. Men were dogs, it was what they did, blah blah blah. You would be hurt, you would get over it and move on with someone who actually loved you.

But no. You had to compete with four walls and a computer screen. You had to compete with spreadsheets and wet signatures and copy paper. How the hell did you beat something like that? Where would you even start? 

“I’m sorry, I thought I put it on silent,” he said.

“It’s fine, take it,” you said. You smiled and stood up, getting ready to clear the table. Tre placed his hand on yours, stilling your movements. You looked at him without looking into his eyes. Your eyes were focused on his lips, on the tight lipped grimace. 

“You don’t have to do that,” he said. 

“You cook, I clean. That was the deal,” you said, intentionally misunderstanding him. You pulled your arm but he didn’t budge. You sighed but refused to meet his gaze. His phone continued ringing and he cursed again, reaching out with his left hand to silence the ringing.

“Pick it up, Tre. Really, it’s fine,” you said. You yanked your arm once more and he let you go, let you bring the dishes to the kitchen. You hated doing dishes. But a deal was a deal. If you cooked, he cleaned. If he cooked, you cleaned. You packed away the remaining food, placing it in the refrigerator. You started filling the sink after plugging it, adding soap so it could bubble up.

Tre’s heavy footsteps entered the kitchen, feet tapping on the smooth tile. His massive frame took up your peripheral vision but you focused on the rising, steaming water. 

“You won’t even look at me anymore,” he said.

You choked on a laugh, not expecting that to shoot out of his mouth. You bit your lip so that you could stop, so that it wouldn’t turn into theatrics and hysterics. You swore you’d never be this type of girl. You swore and you swore. 

“You’re not here long enough for me to look at you,” you said. 

“That’s not fair, damn. I did all of this to spend time with you,” he said. 

You sighed. Feeling the oncoming headache. Was it even worth it? All you did was argue and yell around in circles. The yells like lashes against the wall. It was grating and nerve-wracking and you wanted off the struggle bus. 

But if you didn’t say anything, would anything ever change? Did you want it to? You watched the water foam and bubble up as it rose in the sink. You were leaning on the sink, feet crossed at the ankle. 

“Until the next time you need to go into the office. Or the next time your boss needs you to look at an expense report right this second, at three in the morning. Or you have this meeting or that meeting, your phone is constantly on. You might as well move into your fucking office. You never turn that shit off,” you said. 

You turned off the water, the sharp creak of the handle loud in the silent kitchen. Music still pumped in from the other room, but it was too muted to understand the lyrics. Knowing Tre, it was something sweet and sensual. Finding songs with the perfect mix of longing and need. 

You pulled on kitchen gloves when Tre’s phone rang once more. You smirked with no real humor behind it. “If you really wanted to spend time, you would have turned your phone off.” 

“This is my job, baby. This is what I get paid to do. This is how I afford all of this,” he said.

You rolled your eyes and started scrubbing the plate. You poured your frustration into getting every last stain off of the plate. Every last smear of gravy or mashed potato. “I know that! I’m not saying quit your job, I’m not saying never work. I just want you home at a decent fucking hour,” you said.

You put the clean plate on the other side of the sink so that you could rinse it off later. You started in on another plate. The action would be relaxing if you didn’t have Tre’s fucking phone going off. His boss was worse than a thirsty bitch after your man. You swore, there were some moments where you caught his boss looking at you like you were the devil herself. 

“Sometimes things come up that need my attention,” he said.

“At three in the fucking morning? What email or graph or fucking presentation is so important at three in the morning? When do you sleep? When do you rest?”

Tre growled, stepping closer to you. “It’s just for a few weeks while we try to finish up this contract. Our work on it will depend on if they’ll sign with us again,” he said.

You mentally said the words along with him. He’d said it so often, you had it committed to memory. “And what if you don’t have a few weeks? Because your body is breaking down, because you never rest, because you never chill? What then? You gonna rest when you’re dead?”

You glanced at him, at the pain in his eyes. His mouth was fixed in a grimace, eyes cold. No matter what you said, he was always going to think his way was the highway. He wasn’t going to budge. He was turning into a mountain before your eyes. You rolled your neck and continued washing off the dinner plates and wine glasses. 

“I’m trying,” he said quietly.

“No, you’re not. If you were trying, this wouldn’t be the first dinner we’ve had together –”

His phone rang and you laughed, shaking your head. What was the point? Tre cursed and picked up the phone, screaming into the phone. 

“I’m in the middle of something,” he said. He listened for a few moments, turning away from you as he continued with the conversation. You chuckled, amazed at how easy it was to sway him when it came to work. Yet you were pleading with him to do right by you.

Truly, why bother? Why fight for a relationship that he clearly didn’t want or need? You felt like you were a hindrance. Like you were in the way of him working himself into the ground. The sad part was that you just wanted him safe. And he just wanted to work. 

He was gone for about ten minutes, likely somewhere in your double home office, clicking away on his computer. You fell into a silent rhythm, washing the utensils and then rinsing off the dishes, draining the other side. 

You took off the kitchen gloves and then washed your hands. Tre re-entered the kitchen, sighing. “I’ll see you next time you decide to come home,” you said.

Tre smacked his lips. “I don’t know what else you want me to do here, baby. You said come home and I’m home. You said you wanted a home cooked meal and here it is,” he said. 

You rubbed your head. “I want you home! And that means your phone is off, your mind is not on work, and you are here with me. Otherwise–” You shrugged and shook your head, the words pushing against your tongue. Pushing you to speak. 

“Otherwise there’s no reason to be together.” You sighed, feeling like a weight had been shoved off your shoulders. You could breathe now that the words were out in the air. You couldn’t take them back. Couldn’t recall them. 

Tre’s face crumpled before he turned around, throwing his hands in the air. “What the hell? You want to break up now?” He asked and turned back to you.

“I don’t know! I’m tired and I’m mad and I don’t want to look at you right now. Go to work, stay here, I don’t care. But you’re sleeping on the couch!” You yelled. 

“Tell me if you’re trying to break up with me,” he said.

“I don’t know. You make me so mad and sad. And I’m tired!” You yelled. You brushed past him. He grabbed your hand, pulling you to a stop. You yanked your hand back. His phone rang and you turned to look at him. You looked pointedly at the phone in his hand and then at him. 

“I hope that you don’t look up five years from now, sad and alone, because you chose work over living your life,” you said. You left him in the kitchen, left him looking at you as if you’d slapped him in the face. 

Tears stung your eyes but you refused to cry. Refused to weaponize your tears to manipulate him into staying. You weren’t going to beg a man to stay. You made your desires clear, multiple times, over many arguments during the past few weeks. There were only so many times you could repeat yourself before you understood that Tre was doing this intentionally. He chose work over you and that hurt most of all. 

Over the next few days, Tre slept on the couch while you continued to sleep in your big, cold bed. You avoided each other as much as possible, both unwilling to look each other in the eye as your words echoed in the silent halls. 

You managed to move around each other, never speaking and communicating with sighs and grunts. He was spending less and less time at work, coming home earlier and earlier. It was something. But was it enough for you? Was he only doing this because he thought he didn’t want to leave you? 

You were coming home more often to Tre already having dinner started or finished, phone nowhere to be seen. Your tempers flashed hot and burned easily, so by the fourth day, you were not surprised that Tre was leaving notes for you. Reaching out to grab your hand sometimes or looking at you with rare heat in his eyes.

That was definitely something you missed these past few weeks. He’d been too tired or too worked up to hold and caress you. To make love to you like you missed. Your previous hurt was still etched into your heart and you weren’t sure what it would take to believe this version of him. Believe that he wanted to change and this wasn’t just an act. 

You were on the couch, curled up with a smutty book. Somebody had to get laid around here. You were in the middle of a juicy part, snuggling deeper into your emerald throw blanket as the words played a movie in your head. Tre’s thick thighs entered your field of vision. 

You glanced up and was met with gray sweatpants showing a very impressive bulge. Tre at rest was already a monster to begin with. Your eyes narrowed as you looked up at him. He grinned, scooting past you to sit on the couch. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, showing off plenty of tattoos that your mouth watered to trace with your tongue. 

Tre cleared his throat, taking off his glasses and man spreading by putting his feet on the table. You were already annoyed by that, but he cracked open his own book, adjusting his body to get more comfortable.

Was this motherfucker for real? A flush of heat made you grip the throw blanket tighter around your shoulders. You curled into your end of the couch, pulling your legs to sit underneath you. Your thick thighs didn’t allow you to stay in this position for long, but you hoped the building ache kept your mind off of the fact that he was being an ass. 

You focused on your book, on the heat and passion of the sex scene you were reading. But the actor you casted in your mind was quickly replaced with Tre. The female main character was swapped with you. You pictured Tre doing the same nasty things as the characters in the book. 

You sighed for the tenth time, getting hotter by each word that you read. The male main character started talking nasty, growling in the girl’s ear. Your body shivered, practically hearing Tre’s voice saying those same nasty things in your ear.

Fucker. He knew those sweatpants were dangerous. You huffed again and Tre cleared his throat. “Something the matter, baby?” He asked.

“Nope, all good,” you answered too quickly, but you didn’t care. You were having an entire crisis where you sat while he sat there so peacefully. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye to see the hint of a smirk on his lips. 

You loved a well-read man. You knew that he truly was reading and he also knew that it further turned you on. You huffed and adjusted yourself on the couch, moving your legs to the side of you. It relieved the burning ache in your thighs and calves and you hummed in relief.

You narrowed your eyes, determined to re-cast the characters in your mind. But instantly, your mind was creating an entire scene in your head. This was ridiculous. You weren’t going to be subject to this torture, not while Tre refused to apologize.

You stood up and let the couch throw blanket fall from your shoulders. Cold air hit your skin and you wanted to sigh in relief again, but you refused. You smiled at him and he smiled sweetly at you. “Goodnight baby,” he said.

You knew his back hurt from sleeping on the couch but you refused to be the first one to budge in this matter. He needed to do this because he wanted to and not because of some game between you. Though, it looked like he was winning so far. 

You trudged up the stairs, intent on going straight to sleep. You laid down in the dark, thoughts of Tre blowing your back out lulling you to sleep.

Tre became unbearable. He was always catching you at the wrong moment, leaving you flustered and like he was inflicting ten plus psychic damage to your kitty. It was well on its way to purring every time he walked into the room wearing a combination that made your head spin. 

First it was the gray sweatpants. Then he came home drenched in sweat, wearing compression shorts underneath his basketball shorts. He had a small white towel tucked in the waistband of his pants and you wanted to tug it down further so that you could see his Adonis belt.

If that wasn’t enough, you were trying to ignore that he was in the shower while you were laying in bed. He yelled for you to help grab him a towel because he forgot his. When you passed the soft towel to him through the door, you saw his reflection in the mirror. He winked at you as your eyes traveled down, down, down and then you shrieked and backed away. You felt insane for peeping on your own boyfriend, but his ass was well rounded, sculpted, muscles jumping. 

You fanned yourself thinking of it. You had to get him back. Had to start playing dirty yourself. You went deep into your closet, pulling out the skimpy lounge wear. The too tiny shorts, the lady boxers, the oversized T-shirts. 

You walked into the kitchen one Saturday morning, surprised to find him drinking coffee at the rounded dining room table. He had a newspaper in his hand, glasses on but he was looking over the rim. Now he was just being dramatic. 

You sauntered into the kitchen, wearing a purple oversized T-shirt, the kind that rode up whenever you leaned over. You did such a thing, reaching up for the mugs at the higher shelf. Tre moved them some time ago, telling you he did it on purpose so you’d ask for his help. 

“Need help, baby?” Tre asked, his voice gruff.

“No, thank you, baby. I got it,” you said. You managed to snag a mug without it falling on your head and then started the coffee machine. It hissed and roared to life, and you went around the kitchen, opening cabinets and closing them. 

Tre cleared his throat. “Are you looking for something?” He asked.

“I’m trying to decide if I want to move things around in here. Or get rid of what we aren’t using. What do you think?” You asked. You lifted on your tiptoes, looking into the spice cabinet. 

“Whatever you think is best, baby,” he said. He cleared his throat again and you looked at him over your shoulder. 

“Are you okay, baby? Do you need something for that throat?” You asked.

“No, ma’am,” he said and flicked the newspaper, returning his attention to it. You moved to grab your coffee, doctoring it up how you liked. Then, you sat at the table with him and crossed your legs, in plain view. Tre watched your movements covertly, a smirk playing about his lips. 

You smirked back. It carried on like this for another week, tension so thick in the house that you could cut it with a knife. He teased you mercilessly with things you’d told him were sexy on him. His loungewear or his jeans. The way he manspread all over the couch. 

You continued to tease him, parading around in your bonnets and pajamas, short shorts, and leggings. You’d caught him staring a few times, biting his lip and that noticeable bulge getting thicker and thicker. 

You were at your wit’s end by the time the following weekend rolled around. He had been consistently coming home, spending more time around the house doing things for himself. Getting back into his vinyl records, playing the odd game, or doing a few pushups and crunches on the floor of your home gym. 

You were in the laundry room, pulling warm clothes out of the dryer and placing it in a wooden basket, when Tre cornered you in the room. He blocked you from leaving and bit his lip, looking you up and down. You weren’t wearing anything revealing, just some gray joggers and a tank top. He looked at you like he could see you naked beneath it. 

Tre hummed and walked into the room, making you back away with a smirk on your face. “You think you’re slick,” he said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, all sugary sweet and innocent. You adjusted the laundry basket on your hip and continued backing away until your butt hit the countertop. 

The marble surface was smooth and cold on your butt, providing some relief to the raging heat burning through you. Tre leaned in, smelling heavenly. Like green sage and sandalwood. He gently cupped your cheek, pulling you closer and pressing a feather light kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

“You’re driving me crazy, please forgive me,” he whispered.

You were tempted. Tempted worse than a kid facing down two cookies if he waited and didn’t eat the first one. You took a deep inhale of his scent, bringing your nose closer to his neck. His thick beard tickled your cheeks but you kept going, wanting to crawl into his skin. 

“Are you going to take me seriously?” You asked.

He groaned, stepping closer. “Haven’t I shown you that I have?” He asked.

“But how do I know that you won’t go running the next time your phone rings?” You asked. 

He sighed, nudging your jaw with his nose. He inhaled your scent as well, breathing in the tropical, fruity lotion you wore. His breath fanned across your overheated skin. Your knees were weak, wobbly, and you were struggling to stay upright. 

As if you summoned the damn thing, his phone rang in his pocket. Your smile dropped, body cooling. You smiled at him, hoping he didn’t see the hurt on your face. “Duty calls,” you sang.

You pushed against his body and he stepped back with a sigh and a frown. You avoided looking at his eyes, walking out of the laundry room. The air had turned stifling in the laundry room but now you had room to breathe. For your heart to calm down. 

You went into the bedroom, wanting to sit on the bed while you folded laundry. But the soft click of the door made you turn around to see Tre. He turned his pockets inside out, showing you that there was no phone. He turned in a slow circle, lifting his shirt, and you got a great view of the curve of his ass and his back. 

He held out his arms. “Phone’s off,” he said, sounding pleased as punch.

You held onto the laundry basket, using it as a barrier. You’d need it. Because if you gave in, if you let your libido speak for you, you were getting pregnant that damn night. After nearly two weeks of teasing and edging, you were ready to combust. Ready to explode. Your fingers curled around the stiff wood of the basket and you smirked.

“Cute,” you said.

He smiled. He stepped forward slowly, looking at you with that cute, mischievous smile on his face. “Forgive me,” he said.

You tilted your head. “Why should I?” You asked. Maybe you could pick a fight and keep him at bay. Keep that fire out of his eyes. He had to stop looking at you like that. Had to stop keeping one hundred percent of his focus on you.

“Because I heard you, baby. I don’t want to wake up five years from now, alone and watching my life pass me by. I want to build with you, grow with you, and show you that I am listening. I will do better because I know that I want you here, home, with me,” he said. 

Was it possible to get pregnant with just a few words? There was a strange twinge in your belly that told you it just might be possible. You wanted to melt into a puddle and grin like a loon. 

“Pretty words,” you said, some part of you enjoying poking him. He was unfazed. He put his hands on the laundry basket. When had he gotten so close? 

He smiled as he gently tugged it from your hands. You stepped forward, not wanting to get rid of your last remaining barrier. That last bit of resistance. You didn’t want to believe this. Didn’t want to get comfortable with it only for him to fall into old patterns and leave you looking like Bozo the clown. 

However, with him looking into your eyes and the way you’d been on edge the past few days, your arms started to slacken. If you didn’t find relief soon, the type of relief only he could give, the next time you brushed against a table you were going to cum on the spot. 

Tre tugged the basket from your hands and placed it on the ottoman at the end of the bed. He invaded your personal space, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “What is it gonna take for you to forgive me?” He asked.

You looked towards the ceiling. You were on fire. You were in shambles. You were not okay with his proximity. It took everything in you not to jump his bones. But you were always folding first. It was time for him to grovel a smidgen.

“I’d have to know that you’re really, really sorry,” you said. You smiled, grabbing his hands and leading him to the bed. He raised an eyebrow, smiling and following you. The back of your legs hit the edge of the bed and you sat down. 

You were eye level with his bulge, growing thicker by the second. He was back in heather gray sweatpants, dick print protruding through the fabric. 

“How can I show that?” He asked, a light teasing in his voice.

You laid back on the bed with a self-indulgent smile. “Ravish me until I say otherwise.” you said.

Tre chuckled, leaning over the bed so that he could start tugging on your joggers and panties. He pulled it off of your legs in one quick snap and you shrieked from the rough action. Perhaps you weren’t the only one at your limit. Ready to snap. 

Tre dropped to his knees, licking his lips as he caught a glimpse of your gleaming pussy. He smoothed his hands on your thighs, nudging them apart. He hummed, getting his first full look in a month and a half. Your pussy throbbed from the look in his eyes. 

His thumbs dug into your meaty thighs, finding pressure points that made your teeth instantly chatter. He leaned forward, taking a deep breath, inhaling your scent. He sighed with his mouth open, air fanning across your damp pussy. Had you known that you were gonna have sex today, you might have cleaned up a little. Freshened up better. 

But Tre had no reservation as he kissed your thighs. Kissed the side of your knees. He moved your thighs over his shoulders, rubbing his nose in your essence. You sighed with a light moan, closing your eyes. This was it. You were going to go off like a bottle rocket any moment. 

“Baby, I want you to know that I am so, very, very sorry. I made you feel alone and I never wanted to treat you that way,” he whispered to your pussy. You almost felt like an intruder. You peeked at him over your belly and saw his eyes completely focused on the center of you. 

His tongue darted out and licked up the slit of your center and you hissed, leaning away from him. With his hands wrapped around your thighs, you had nowhere to go. He successfully immobilized you as he continued to slowly coax you open. Your slick dripped down your pussy and you moaned, thighs tingling. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. Unable to stand it. He had to go faster. Had to get you off as soon as possible. Couldn’t he tell that you were dying over here? 

“I will never, ever, ever, abandon you like that again. You are what is most important to me. I will make sure you know that every day,” he said. He followed up his words with licks and groans, slurping on your essence. Your moans turned into desperate whimpers. 

“Every, single, day,” he said, punctuating every word with a lick to your clit. His lush lips latched on and began to suck, wringing desperate cries from you. Pressure built in your tummy, building and building, going higher and higher, until white light flashed behind your eyes as you came on his tongue.

He moaned, continuing to eat you out through it. You were sensitive as hell, twitching with every new lick, every new moan, every new suckle. But it felt so good, that you were heading into another orgasm. Or it could be prolonged from the first. You weren’t sure as you thrashed your head back and forth, upper body twisting on the bed.

You pushed at his head, tiny cries and whimpers. Tre kept going, grabbing your hands and pinning them to the bed. You whined, moving your hips. But you only managed to move your pussy against his face, his beard tickling your pussy and thighs. 

“Please, baby, please, baby, please,” you chanted.

“Cum f’me one more time,” he groaned. He increased his efforts, abusing your poor little clit. The sensitive bud was driving you insane but you continued to beg for more. You screamed into the room, releasing another orgasm. Tre’s satisfied hum vibrated against your pussy as he licked you until you came back down.

He pulled away from your pussy, long spit chain still connected you two. Your body was on fire, damp with sweat, as you panted and huffed from such intense orgasms back to back. 

“Look at you, All nice and creamy. All wet and ripping. You making a fuckin’ mess,” he murmured. His voice was rough, deep, sending shivers up and down your spine. 

Your pussy clenched and clenched around nothing. You didn’t know if you had another in you, but you were struggling against his hold. You needed him inside you right fucking now. You looked at Tre as he still glanced at your pussy. His beard was shiny with your mess. He finally let you go, wiping more of your juices into his beard, getting it nice and coated. It grew rough in the weeks he wasn’t worshiping your throbbing hole. 

Tre stood up, rubbing the bulge over his pants. You sat up, licking his stomach and then looking up at him. He grinned at you. You grinned back and then bit his stomach, grabbing a big bite without clamping down. Tre chuckled, stomach jostling in your mouth. You released him and smiled.

You tugged his pants down, freeing his long glorious dick. Slightly curved, you missed his dick. You kissed the tip, unable to resist being apart for too long. You looked up at him and then opened your mouth.

Tre chuckled, grabbed the base of his shaft and tapping it against your tongue. He rolled his hips, rubbing his thick head against your tongue. He groaned, throwing his head back for a brief moment. 

“You forgive me, baby?” He asked. He coated your lips with his precum and then slipped back inside your mouth.

“I’m getting there,” you groaned around his dick. It sounded a bit muffled but Tre laughed so he must have heard you. He caressed your cheek with his thumb, looking at you like you hung the moon. 

It sent a wave of feel good chemicals flooding your system and you closed your mouth around his dick. Tre hissed, pulling out of your mouth. He stroked back inside, holding your face while he face fucked you.

You relaxed your throat and mouth, letting him use you exactly how you needed. You moaned at the salty taste of his precum hitting your tongue. You swallowed what you could, trying to re-learn the shape and feel of his dick. The curve made him accidentally poke your cheek and you looked up at him.

Tre moaned, sighing with a quick, rushed, “fuck.” He continued stroking, taking what he needed from your mouth. You slobbered and slurped on him, getting his dick nice and wet. He slipped out of you suddenly and you whined, looking at him. 

“I wanna cum in that tight, dripping pussy, baby. On them knees,” he said and licked his lip. The gold chain around his neck twinkled from the overhead light. You grinned, getting off of the bed.

You stood up and turned around. Before you kneeled on the bed, Tre stopped you and lifted your tank top off of your shoulders. You lifted your arms and let him pull it off of you. You smiled over your shoulder while Tre kissed your neck. You moaned, tilting your head so he had more access.

His fingers came around your chest, fondling your breasts and pinching your nipples. You moaned, desperate tinny cries. He stepped forward, making you bend over the bed.

You climbed on, bending your knees and sticking your ass in the air. Tre hummed, running his hands over your ass. He squeezed and kneaded, putting you at ease and making you respond to his humming. 

He placed two quick kisses to the globes of your ass, following it up with love bites. “Hey!” You said.

Tre chuckled. “Missed your cute ass. Forgiven me yet, woman? I’m trynna love on you,” he said. 

“I don’t know. I think better with dick inside me,” you said. The air whooshed from your lungs as Tre shoved in, leaving you no room to prepare. You screeched, falling forward onto your face. 

Tre hummed with deep relief, like stepping into a jacuzzi after a long day. You shrieked and shivered, feeling stretched out to the max. Fuck. You forgot how big he was. How deeply and completely he filled you up. 

“Thinking more clearly, baby?” He asked, his voice full of teasing. You could hear the smile in his voice. Fucker. 

You drew in deep breaths, getting acclimated to his size. You got onto your elbows and then stretched your back, giving you a better arch. Tre groaned, pulling back and then slamming back in.

“Fuck,” you choked out.

He repeated the motion, pulling out to the tip and then slamming back in. Your ass smacked loudly against his thighs, wet slaps echoing in the room. 

“Gon’ answer me?” He asked. 

“Fuck, yes, I’m thinking more clearly,” you whined. Your mind was clear. Fuck whatever he did, he just needed to keep stroking into you just as he was doing.

He made it worse. He started increasing his pace, slamming you back on his dick in quick, hard thrusts that shook your whole body with the force of it. You choked on your whines and moans, choked on his dick spearing you from the inside out. 

You creamed on his dick and he moaned. “Goddamn, you feeling so good. So nice and wet, baby. You hear that?” He asked.

You nodded, but eventually let out a squeaky, “yes.” Yes, you heard your pussy sucking him down greedily. Yes, you heard the evidence of your arousal. He made you cum so many times already, but you were building towards another one. 

“Hmm, I feel you clutching this dick. Show me what’s yours, baby,” he groaned. His voice was rough with his arousal, deep with his lust. He stroked so deep, hitting all your good spots. 

He grunted and smacked your ass, gathering some of your slick with his fingers playing with your clit. You cried out and jerked forward, interrupting the rhythm. Tre removed his fingers, picking up the pace once more. Then he brought those wet fingers to your ass, rubbing his thumb around your tight, puckered hole. Your teeth chattered as he continued to push inward, push past that bit of resistance.

Now, you really felt full. “Oh, baby, fuck, please,” you cried out. 

“Be a good little girl and cum on this dick,” he growled.

“Shit,” you whispered as you did just that, flooding his dick with fresh slick. He slipped more easily inside of you, grunting as you clenched around his throbbing dick. He moaned, increasing his strokes until he was soon following after.

His hot cum shot inside of you, painting your creamy walls with his cum. Your back bowed and he wiggled his thumb in your ass. Drool leaked from your lips as you came down from your climax.

Tre slowed his movements, pumping the last of it inside of you. He stilled his hips, kept you plugged up with his dick. You shivered and twitched on him, completely spent and out of breath. He kissed down your spine, rubbing your back. You groaned. Somehow, he zeroed in on your problem areas, the parts of your back that ached and ached all the time. 

“Baby? You forgive me?” He asked.

You whimpered. He expected you to talk after something like that? You needed at least two days to recover. 

“I forgive you, baby. Just…please don’t do that again,” you said, your voice small. Tre stilled with his lips against your back. He nodded once and then nodded again like he was confirming for himself as well. 

“I won’t. I’ll be right here with you,” he promised. He softened inside of you and slowly slipped out. You groaned. Tre spread your asscheeks and watched his cum slowly glide out of your pussy.

He cursed softly. “Need to do this more often, you made such a mess,” he said.

You chuckled. You were a limp noodle at the moment. You were unable to move a muscle. Not a single twitch. Tre kissed your cheek, smacking your ass lightly while he went to grab a washcloth. He cleaned you off and then got onto the bed with you.

He pulled you into the crook of his arm, snuggling against your back. Your ass wiggled against his dick.

“Behave,” he grunted. He pulled you as far as you were able to go and wrapped his strong arms around you. You stayed in bed for the rest of the day, talking and laughing, and enjoying each other like you used to do.

You only left the bed long enough to get food, laughing your way back to each other. Renewing your commitment to each other with every smile, every joke, and every twinkle in your eyes.

There's more Tre to love! The Secret Tre Files

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Happy Monday Everyone! So I have a new series for you that I will be dropping either one chapter a week or multiple chapters this week, I am still deciding.

This series came way of a message/ask from @hobby27 she asked:

"I would love something with Jensen and reader. He sees her when he’s at a convention and he’s bonkers for her. She isn’t so interested in a relationship with him because of the fame. So he has to woo her. Make her understand that he’s not a typical movie/tv star. Slow burn."

So I give you the Limelight series- It's a Jensen x reader (plus size, curvy girl) story, Jensen meets the reader in a bar, he falls fist, she is reluctant of course, but secretly she fell for him the second he walked through the door. So can a small town girl and a celebrity make it work?

Warnings for the whole series: language, multi-pov and switching between the pov mid chapters (sorry I can't help it), Jensen coming off aggressive for a hot second but then cooling off. Some douche side characters and some lovable ones, body shaming, angst, fluff, swoon, Jared is there and Micha is mention.

This story takes place an AU where Jensen is not married but Jared is and has kids.

This chapter is 2K+. Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Please don't post as your own work, this is my work.

Thanks!

Chapter 1

You weren't sure what possessed you to come out tonight. The city is a small lakeside tourist trap in the height of summer. It's Friday night, so it's already going to be busy. Add the fact that the first-ever Supernatural convention is taking place in a town over, and there are rumors that some cast members might appear in small-town Haven. Has every woman, single or not, out looking to catch the eye of Jared Padalecki or Jensen Ackles.

You, on the other hand, couldn't care less. That's not to say you didn't think both men weren't great actors. You're the first to put your 'Supernatural number one fan card' against anyone. You watched the show religiously, even re-watched it whenever you needed comfort or a break from the world.  You had also fallen into reading and writing a few fanfics under a pen name. 

You also weren't immune to their handsome good looks; both are sexy men in their own right. You lean more towards Jensen than Jared if you had to choose. Something about those hypnotic green eyes  and the 'Dean voice.' God, that got you through some lonely nights, for sure.

So why aren't you going boy-crazy at the fact that your celebrity crush was just one city over, or for that matter, could be in the same bar as you right now? One, you are a realist: the likelihood of him coming out, or you actually seeing him, is slim, if not nonexistent. Second, the idea of celebrity life - living in the limelight, having all eyes on you, never getting a moment to yourself - no thank you. You will take being an anonymous nobody and being able to look and act however you want without ending up on the front page of the gossip rags.

Pushing your way through the crowd of the local dive bar, you survey the crowd to see the overabundance of female to men ratio. You finally squeeze past and grab the last open barstool at the corner, next to where the wait staff come to grab their orders. Saying hi to the waitress as she loads up her tray, you take a seat and wave over at the bartender. 

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." The bartender, James, gives you a smile and wink.

Stuffing the bar towel in his back pocket, he walks to you and tosses a cardboard coaster. "Didn't think you would be one of those desperate celebrity chasers." He jokes.

He places his hands on the bar and leans towards you. His lean, muscular frame is accented by his dark denim jeans and black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off the nice tan he's been working on.

Shaking your head at him, "Now, James, I wouldn't knock your guest too loud; God knows you're not mad at the extra business…or the female clientele." You quip, picking up the coaster to fiddle with. 

You survey the room and guess it's a two to five-ratio of guys to girls in the bar tonight. "Besides, I wanted a drink." Letting out a sigh, you try to convince yourself that's why.

Not buying it, but not having the heart to call you out on your bullshit this early in the night, James gives you a nod, "OK, sure, so the usual?" He asks as he grabs the tequila to make you a margarita.

"You know my weakness."

"That I do."

Later that night

You felt good and relaxed over an hour in and two margaritas down. The day's stress dissipates, and you're glad you came out. Besides chatting with James every time he had a few minutes, you also got to reconnect with some of the other bar staff you hadn't seen. 

The crowd has started to thin out, with news that the cast members were staying in the city to party. Sightings of them all over at the more trendy bars had the sober guests heading out and the not-so-sober ones heading home. James let the last waitress clock out early, leaving only you and James. James made his way back over to you.

"So, you're still here. Thought you would have hightailed it to the city by now." He jokes, running a hand through his dark, short locks. His blue eyes locked with yours.

"I told you, I just came out for a drink, not to hunt down a celebrity. Besides, we never get to hang out anymore.  Why is that?" you question, pushing your empty glass toward James in a not-so-subtle attempt to have him refill it. 

He takes the hint.  Grabbing the glass, he slightly laughs at this, "Come on, Y/N, we see each other. I mean, yeah, not as much anymore, what with me taking over this place and you working in the city more on your art. How is that going? Are you happy with your decision?" He asks, saying so much with those questions. He finishes up your drink and sets it down.

You were happy with your choice; it was for the best. Even if it meant you gave up half of the bar and steady income so you could pursue your passion. You're about to answer him when the sound of the front doors opens. Looking over, you can't believe your eyes when you see, fucking Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki walk through the doors. 

You snap your head back after staring at them both for what seems like forever. Fuck, they both look even better in person.

"No fucking way!" James almost screams out. You look up at him to see he is nearly hyperventilating.

"OK, James, you got to calm down." You counsel, slightly put off by him freaking out when he, on multiple occasions, would tease you for liking the show. Watching him flap his hands and pull out the bar rag to wipe the sweat from his forehead as his cheeks red. 

You had to call him on this. "Are you a fan?"

He looks over to you, sees the twinkling of mischief behind your eyes, and sighs, "OK, fine, yes." He quips back in defeat that his big secret is out.

"I watched the show, and so did you." He tries to defend himself.

"Yeah, and I was open about it. You were the one that made fun of me every time I talked about it. Bitch."

"Jerk." James quips back out of reflex, which gets you to point at him.

"Hey, can we get a pitcher of whatever the house draft is?" Deep and smooth, his voice hits you like a freight train, pulling James and you out of your impending tiff and back to reality. A reality where Jensen Ackles is standing ten feet away from you, on the other side of the bar, wanting to get a pitcher of beer. 

He is standing there in well-fitted light-wash jeans and a faded blue T-shirt. Sunglasses hang off the v-neckline and a baseball cap tuck in his back pocket. Your eyes lock with his, and the rumors are true—they are green like a fairy princess.

You look away and see Jared sitting with two other guys at a table. They are not actors from the show; they must be friends or bodyguards. 

"Umm…Yeah, man, coming right up. Just the one?" James stammers as he reaches the well to pull the pitcher. 

"Umm…better make it two, Jared's a big guy and all." Jensen jokes. Pulling his eyes from you to the bartender.

"Umm…you got a kitchen back there?" He questions, trying to keep the small talk up so he can stay here for a few more minutes. There is something about you; he can't place it, but it's like he's drawn to you. 

"Yeah, but our cook bailed on me tonight," James replies. Setting the pitchers on the bar. Scrabbling when he sees Jensen's slight disappointment in the lack of food.

"But I am sure Y/N wouldn't mind going back there and whipping up something." Turning his attention to you and giving you a shit-eating grin.

Your head snaps up to look over at James and Jensen. "What?" You question, wondering why he dragged you into this.

"Yeah, she's an excellent cook, chef really, she actually…"

"I am sure my cooking wouldn't match your sophisticated palate." Cutting off James before he can give Jensen your life story, giving him a stare down that conveys 'shut the fuck up.'

James has a habit of making your accomplishments sound grander than they were. He takes up the role of a proud parent, which you never ask him to do. 

Y/N, hmm, beautiful name. Letting the name roll around in his head. Jensen takes this opportunity with your eyes, shooting daggers at the bartender to let his eyes take you all in. She is in light-wash jeans, tall black boots, and a leather jacket over a vintage concert t-shirt that hugs her curves in all the right places. She's giving off a 'don't fuck with me vibe,' but he can tell it's just a front.  

"Darling, don't let celebrity status fool you. We're just a group of guys out for a few drinks and looking for good local food." Giving a smile to seal the deal.

His voice pulls her attention back to him, and he can see the front crumble away, her cheeks tinting pink.

"Jared there will eat just about anything you put before him." He says, thumbing back towards the guys. 

You look over his shoulder to see Jared and the two other guys watching your interaction. Jared gives you a half smile.

"Jensen, stop harassing the girl already. I can't take this guy anywhere." He jokes and turns his attention back to his buddies.  

Getting up from the barstool, you put some money on the bar, "I should be going, night James." Keep your voice low and as even as possible.

You can feel yourself becoming embarrassed by the seconds with all the attention on you. Unfortunately, you must walk past Jensen and his friends' table to get to the door. As you walk past the table, one of the anonymous guys pipes up.

"Seriously, I am starving. Why did we even come out this way? Dumb bitch, not like she doesn't know her way around a kitchen, just look at her." He spits out. 

You know you should keep walking; it's not like you haven't heard your fair share of fat jokes and comments about you before. Especially from drunk, pretty boys. Something about this time, though.  Maybe it's because it's in front of your celebrity crushes. After all, you have a few drinks in you as well. Whatever it is, you turn on your heels so you can face the douchebag.

"Oh, real original, ass. God, you must be the brains of the group." You spat back. Placing your hands on your hips to really show off your frame. 

He doesn't say anything at first. He is your typical frat boy, with short blonde hair and brown eyes staring back at you. You can see the wheels turning in his head. The other anonymous guy sitting next to him is a carbon copy of him, but he is looking across the booth to Jared for some kind of help.

"Dude, Evan, come on," Jared says, giving him a look of dismay that he just said those things. Turning his attention to you, "I am sorry…" He starts to apologize to him.

You hold up your hand to stop him. "It's fine, really." You reply, giving him a half smile. You're tired, and dragging this out any longer is not something you want to do tonight.

"Yeah, Jared, it's fine. A bitch like that, this is probably the most attention she has had from a guy in a long time." Evan jokes and playfully punches the guy next to him, wanting some backup on his 'stellar' dig at the local girl. 

Turning away from them, shocked that he is still talking, you just want to escape. Your eyes lock with Jensen, but his attention is on the table. He's fuming and looks like he is about to punch Evan. He starts the short walk towards the table.

"What the fuck…" he yells.

Stepping in his path, he stops just inches from you when you put your hand on his chest. The feel of your hand on him, you standing right before him, snaps him back.

"Well, we wouldn't want you boys to starve now, would we?" You say sweetly. Your voice is low and even. Knowing that you need to diffuse this situation before a bar brawl breaks out and somehow the gossip rags hear about it. 

The feel of his shirt under your fingers as you lightly tap his chest is soft. You would give anything to stay like this for a bit longer, taking in his smell of whiskey and leather. That's the one thing the fanfic girls and guys got right. Maybe they got other things right, too, your mind wonders.

You give Jensen a smile and turn to face the table. "Do you guys have any allergies I need to know about?" Your question, "Don't need to have anyone go into anaphylactic shock and have the media all up in my ass."

The two unknowns say nothing and seem interested in the countertop, then looking up at you. You don't blame them. Seeing the fury that Jensen was in, you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that.

Jared also looks pissed at them, glaring at them both before replying. "No, I think we're all good."

Giving a short nod, you turn back, seeing Jensen's eyes lock on you now. He has calmed down a bit, but he also looks slightly disappointed. You cock your head to the side.

"Hey, you OK?" You question, your voice low, only for him to hear.

He takes a second, giving you a nod. He clears his throat. "Yeah, umm…I am sorry…" he starts apologizing, but you stop him. 

"It's fine, Jensen. If you haven't noticed, I am a big girl in multiple ways." You wink at him and pat his chest before side-stepping him and heading back towards the kitchen.  

Back to the bar, you shuck off your jacket and toss it to James. "Good because, honestly, I don't care." You quip back to let them all know you could give a rat's ass what their dietary needs were.

This gets a laugh out of Jensen, pulling him back into a better head space. He can see more of her; the short-sleeved gray t-shirt contrasts sharply with her deep purple hair. Letting his eyes roam over her beautiful curves, god, he wishes he was the only one that came out tonight. She is feisty and can hold her own. Her voice is heaven, and he wants to listen to her talk all night.

"I'll have some food right out." Saying over your shoulder as you push open the kitchen doors. 

To Be Continued.....

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 21

AND WE'RE BACK FOR A FOURTH TIME. It's that lovely time of the year where I write mediocre smut with no plot for a whole month. So sit your ass down and take a few minutes to read some smut.

As always, kinktober is held by our local Napoleon simp, @xxsycamore

If you'd like to read the last three years, go here

Remember to reblog and tell me what you think

Pegging  | Size Difference

Writers notes: we are gathered here today for our yearly tradition of pegging Isaac. First things first he is 100% getting fucked while in his little dress. That's really so you need to know.  Please enjoy.

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"This is embarrassing," Isaac grits his teeth.

"Aww, I think you look adorable," you fluff out the skirt.

"I look ridiculous!"

Isaac lost a bet with Arthur and Dazai and now he has to wear this frilly dress that they picked out for him. There was no way Isaac was going to win. All odds were against him.

"You're cute," you smile bright at him and fix some of the lace around the dress so it lays right. "I wouldn't mind bending you over and flipping up that skirt."

You look back up at his face and see that it is bright red from your comment.

"Now I really don't want them to see me!"

He tries pushing down the skirt you just fluffed out, wanting to make it any bit longer. You sigh and hold his hands.

"You're the one who made the bet with them. Seriously. I'm not sure why you keep agreeing on bets with them."

"They tricked me," he pouts.

"They always do."

There's no way you're smarter than Isaac. Isaac Newton. The man who invented calculus and physics, discovered gravity and whatever the hell else he managed to do.

You place a frilly headband on his head that matches the dress and then fluff out his hair. "There. So cute."

"Ugh...might as well get this over with. Stay here. I'll need help getting out of it."

You were going to go with him, but you do as he says and stay in his room while he goes down the hall.

You sit on his bed and not even a minute goes by before you hear yelling.

"Why Newt you look adorable!"

You laugh to yourself. You can see the look on Isaac's face right now. He's got to be bright red and super flustered.

You're a little jealous you aren't the only one who got to see him in that.

Isaac was gone longer than you expected, and probably longer than he expected. He comes into his room with a loud groan.

"Get this off me."

"Aww. But I want to look at you for a bit longer," you're admiring him in his little frilly dress, and how he looks so much smaller with a corset around his body.

Isaac walks over to you with a pout. "You're having dirty thoughts, aren't you," he pokes the middle of your forehead.

You're sure it's written all over your face. You are staring after all.

"Maybe a few," you move closer to the edge of the bed and pull him onto your lap. He doesn't argue about it, surprisingly. You fluff out the skirt to make it easier for him to sit and take the head band off of him.

"I don't see how you find this... cute."

"Because you're all flustered, and shy, and this corset really makes your waist look smaller,' you can't help but grab his waist when you say that, getting him to blush more.  "Plus you're simply cute."

You kiss him a few times until he finally starts kissing you back. Your hands relax on him, falling down to his hips.

With how your arms are, be doesn't have much of anywhere to put his arms other than over your shoulders. You start lifting up his skirt, grabbing his bare hips at first. Isaac lets out a small moan. You don't think he meant to but it let you know that you could keep going.

Your hands lower, grabbing his ass. His body jerks a little, whining into your mouth. He tenses up a little, knowing exactly what you're going to do, but clearly wanting it if he isn't pushing you away.

Giving him what he wants, you push a finger into him. That's when he breaks the kiss, moaning. His forehead rests on your shoulder while your finger teases him, barely giving any satisfaction.

"I think you belong in a little dress with as much as you like to take it."

"S-stop th-that."

He may like it, but he doesn't want to hear about it. Your finger goes deeper, getting him to yelp. As badly as you want I add another finger, any more than one and you need to get the lube, and at that point you might as well get the strap.

Your finger curls in him and his hips jerk. You can start to see a little tent being made under the skirt.

"Looks like someone is hard."

"D-don't look!"

Getting flustered his hands immediately come down to hide his boner, trying to get the skirt flat.

"I won't look at all if that means I can bend you over."

He's flushed, but you can already feel his legs shaking. You know he wants it, but he hates admitting it.

"Come on. Say it," you giggle lightly.

He keeps his head down, burying his face more into your neck. "P-please."

"Please what?"

He paused for a moment as if he's building up the courage to say it. "Please... Fuck m-me."

"Gladly," when he moves his head to get off your lap you kiss him.

He gets up feeling embarrassed, but you quickly get your clothes off. He tries to keep pushing the dress down.

"I hope you know I'm never wearing this again."

"That's why I need to take it all in now."

You go to him and kiss him roughly. "But are you sure you won't put it on again, just for me?"

"N-no!"

You laugh a little. "Maybe a little school girl outfit so I can still flip up a skirt."

"You're so perverted."

"I didn't hear a no," you kiss him again. "Turn around for me handsome."

As soon as he turns around you slap his ass. He yelps, not expecting that yet. You bend him over his desk and flip up the frilly skirt.

With two fingers covered in lube you start to stretch him. He holds so to the edge of the desk and moans. He adjusts his footing making sure he's not going to fall. You hold the skirt up so that he doesn't fall as your fingers do in and out of him, stretching him just enough.

Isaac bites his lip to hold back moans for now. He can't be too loud just yet. But once your fingers start to curl he can't help it. At this point you know all the spots he likes and how to get him the loudest.

Once it seems like enough you pull your hand back, and with lube on the strap you hold his hips to keep him still.

You watch the dildo disappear into him. Isaac moans through his teeth.

"You've gotten so good at taking me."

"Ungh. K-keep moving."

Yes, princess," you chuckle. Gripping both sides of his hips you start thrusting into him. He quickly relaxes, the pleasure taking over him.

Isaac grips the desk tighter and raises his ass up a little more. You thrust in a little deeper and hear his breathing hitch.

"You know. I'm a little upset that anyone else even got to see you," you lean down against his back to tell closer to his ear. Your thrusts are getting shorter but rougher.

"But oh how would I have loved to fuck you first and let you walk out there limping."

He moans as if he likes the idea.

"Cum and lube dripping down your legs, because I wouldn't clean you up. You would have had to hope no one noticed."

"Y-you wouldn't," he pants.

"Guess we'll never know," the hand that still has lube on it let's his hip go and moves under rhin to start rubbing his cock.

His hips buck into you, getting you to thrust into him harder.

"I hope you didn't plan on returning the dress," you're pretty sure that if there isn't already precum on it, then you will definitely be getting lube and cum on it.

The lube mixes with the precum, slicking up his cock, making it easier to handle and slide your hand across. Making a circle with your fingers, you wrap your hand around his shaft and tighten the circle and you rub him.

Your thrusts are slowing and his legs are starting to shake. Isaac is biting his tongue hard so that no one outside the room could hear him.

"Oh come on. Let me hear how good you feel."

You sit up so you're able to pull back more. The dildo is nearly pulled out before you thrust back into him, pushing him into his desk. Luckily nothing was laying on top, or else it would be all over the floor by now.

His panting gets heavier and his legs shake more, letting you know he's close. He finally lets his tongue go to moan when he cums, getting it all over the front of the skirt.

To help him get it all out you thrust a few more times before pulling out

He lays on the desk trying to catch his breath.

"Are you okay?" He seems to be having a harder time than usual to catch up.

"Get...get this damn cor-corset off me."

[thisismeracing]

Mick + shopping + fluff 🤍

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Shopping | MS47

⸺ the one where you go shopping together. ✓ no warnings.

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Yn makes a U-turn going straight into the lingerie store.

"Babe, I'm shopping for lingeries now, you can...I dunno, go see some shoes or eat something while I dive in here. You can leave all these bags with me too. Are you sure they aren't too heavy?" She blurted, looking at all the shopping bags Mick was carrying.

Earlier that day when she was getting ready to go out and he was lying in bed, Mick asked where she was going and if he could tag along. And when Yn told him she needed some new clothes and shoes, she thought he would dismiss her and choose something fun to do by himself, but he got up and started getting dressed to go with her. Granted, he wasn't having the best time of his life, but he was sure having fun. Being around Yn was enough for him, and plus he got himself some new shirts and pants too.

And of course, Mick is a gentleman, so he was carrying all her bags and following her around like a lost -but happy- puppy. Yn would try every piece and parade them for Mick who would give his honest opinion and even clap and whistle sometimes. They were having fun together, doing something that Yn never thought would be fun for a male partner -that considering all her's and her friends' experiences. However, Mick was different. Mick showed her how love could be. He gave her all his patience, love, affection, and attention. He was honest, and he would make a point of spending time together whenever they could. And now, he wanted to lingerie shop with her.

"I'm coming. Can I come?" he asked, eyebrows creasing in confusion as to why she was being quick to instruct him to leave.

"Yeah- do you really wanna tag along? Aren't you tired of running around the mall?"

Mick chuckled, "Yn, I'm an athlete. Do you really think walking for a bit will take all my energy away?" he questioned and when she opened her mouth he added, "Don't even mention the bags, they lightweight for me."

"Oh- ok, then," she couldn't help but grin, and grab his arm entering the store.

Not only did he watch her, but he helped Yn find her size when she liked on display, he did all the whistling and clapping too, though he had to charm the saleswoman with an autograph so she would let him into the fitting room with Yn. And though Mick saw everything, helped her choose, and paid for it without her noticing -something he had been doing all day-, he still asked for a private show at home just to hype her up.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Mick will go shopping with you and not only will he like it, but he'll end up getting stuff for him too. change my mind lol I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to reblog and leave me a comment *mwah*

[fatphobiabusters]

hello!! i love seeing your fatshion and fat art posts on my dash :]) they really brighten my day! how do you find these posts? I've gone back to the original source of them and they aren't often tagged with "plus size" or anything :o

Hi, I'm glad you enjoy the posts. I've created many strategies to find fat positive content on this website since, sadly, fat representation is very difficult to find.

The easiest strategy is to search popular fat positive tags, like "fatshion" or "fat positive." However, most people don't tag fat representation, and many fat-related tags are overrun by thinspo blogs, fat fetishists, and fatphobes.

Sometimes I search "plus size" and another word to try to find specific posts. For example, I queued posts with a Valentine's Day theme for Valentine's Day. One of the strategies I used for that was to search "plus size pink," "plus size red," "plus size lovecore," "plus size valentines day," etc. I have to get creative like this when trying to find content of specific groups of fat people. As another example, when I want to find content for fat Asian people, I may search "plus size hanfu," "plus size jfashion," "Vietnamese fatshion," and any combination of words involving fatness and usually either a specific cultural clothing or country. If I just use normal search terms, I likely won't find anything.

Sometimes I look at popular tags like "artists on tumblr" and scroll through hundreds of posts to find a single drawing of a fat person. Usually said drawing didn't use any tags for the fat representation. This strategy is extremely based on luck and will involve spending way more time before seeing any posts of fat people, but this is one of the few ways to find posts of fat representation that weren't tagged with words related to fatness. What I would give just to get people to tag their posts of fat representation, you have no idea. Even if no one else started drawing fat people, there would be a mountain of more fat positive posts to reblog if those posts were simply tagged in a way to make them possible for fat positive blogs to find.

Some tags are more likely to include fat people, like tags for Mermay. Fat people are barely represented, but some artists are willing to be slightly inclusive when drawing mermaids. The likelihood of size inclusivity also goes up with events like Mermay since some of the artists who participate will draw a different mermaid design for every day of the month. It's hard to not draw a single fat mermaid design when a person is drawing 31 mermaids.

When I find an old fat positive or fatshion blog, I'll usually comb through the entire blog for posts. Not only do I find posts that way, but I also usually find other blogs with posts I can also queue. This ends up with me going through a chain of old blogs and why you'll see us post content that was made anywhere from 5 to a whopping 12 years ago. I usually keep at least one post from each of these blogs in my queue at all times to remind me to continue searching the blogs for fat positive content. I've had some posts in the queue of Fatphobia Busters for two years because I keep them as reminders for what blogs I need to search. For every post we share, I try to thoroughly look through the blog of the op for any other scraps of fat positivity I can queue. This is another reason why some posts stay in the queue for months or years. Since fat representation on this website is abysmal, I usually only put posts at the front of the queue that were either made by blogs I've already combed, blogs that still have posts in the queue so I can search those blogs a different day, or if the post was queued by Mod Squirrel. I don't have a lot of energy to search blogs, which is why those posts stay in the queue for so long. That's also why you may notice certain blogs being posted a lot for a period of time—they're blogs I'm safe to post without missing any content I could have queued.

Tumblr has a pretty terrible search function, and I've basically never been recommended a blog by Tumblr that actually posted fat representation. However, the one helpful function Tumblr has actually been good at is the similar posts section called "More like this," which looks like this on desktop:

It's to the right of whatever post you look at on a blog. On mobile, it looks like this:

I looked at the same post for both of these screenshots. In the "More like this" (or "More posts like this") section, Tumblr will usually include other posts by the user, posts by other blogs who interact with the user, posts with similar tags, etc. etc. For whatever reason, I'll sometimes be able to use this Tumblr function to find more fat representation. As an example, Tumblr showed me the same grayscale drawing of a fat person in both of these screenshots. That drawing was posted by an entirely different blog and with no tags related to fatness or fat positivity at all, but the "More like this" Tumblr function is the only time that Tumblr realizes "Oh, for the past five years of running and modding for fat positive blogs, you've actually wanted to see posts of fat people and not all of the posts of thin people I've suggested to you all this time?"

Sometimes I'll try my luck with certain fandoms when I know the media the fandom is for actually has a fat character or if I know that the fandom is somewhat size inclusive. There are times where an artist who draws the media's fat character also has fat OCs or draws other fat people. For instance, I'll probably have more luck finding artists who draw fat people in the Magnus Archives fandom than I will in a fandom for a media that's very fatphobic or pretends thinness is an art style, like Hazbin Hotel.

If I find a fat person who posts selfies or photography of themself, I'll look at their tags to try to decipher what tags they use for posting those photos. They may have a specific tag just for their photos, like "my face," or they may tag all of their photos with a tag like "ootd," "melanin," "cosplay," "black girl magic," "lolita," "jfashion," etc. It's also important to make sure not to share any posts that have tags like "do not reblog." If a post has the tag "personal," I'll usually either skip it or ask the user if they're okay with the post being reblogged. This is especially important for text posts about fatphobia since sometimes a person just wanted to vent and doesn't want their post to be shared. Whenever I'm in doubt, I write a reply on the post and ask the op if they're okay with me reblogging it.

On some occasions, I'll see the url or tags of someone on our posts that makes me think they may have more fat positive content. When that is the case, I'll queue posts that a follower made. Said posts are usually selfies or text posts. Sometimes this means queuing a post they made about a specific product they sell on Etsy that otherwise isn't accessible for fat people, or this could mean queueing a well-written rant that they've okayed for people to reblog.

That's basically the gist of most of my strategies I can think of. You can see that running and modding for fat positive blogs involves a lot of work and strategizing just to find content. But you can help make it easier. If you:

Tag your posts of fat representation with fat positive tags

Send posts you find of fat people to fat positive blogs

Tell artists who draw fat people to tag their art with fat positive tags

Ask artists who only draw thin people to make their art size inclusive

Make posts about fatphobia and tag those posts with tags like "fatphobia" to make them searchable

Or even just reblog posts from fat positive blogs to help spread them and encourage those OPs to keep representing fat people

By doing those things, you help us a lot and also help more fat people see themselves in the media they look at.

If you do tag your posts for this purpose, I strongly suggest using more than just tags like "body positivity." That tag on Tumblr is full of mostly porn, thin people, and celebrations of weight loss, so I've given up on looking at that tag at all and would assume many other fat positive blogs don't use that tag either.

-Mod Worthy

[your-resident-boat-person]

I noticed there are dates on your top liners list, ranging from the 1870s to the 2000's. I think on my alt you told me it was one of the last made, and the last in current use (as a hotel [and apparently haunted house according to the third video?]).

Anyway, I was wondering if you had an overview on the history of Ocean Liner design and how they've changed over the years, both technical in terms of operation, and aesthetic from the point of view both as a theoretical passenger and a learned liner enthusiast!

Plus any fun details about your examples would be nice as well.

Svjsvphsvpusvpusv okay. I am going to need to split this up into multiple posts, because I can not convey all this information with the 10 Pic limit. So periodically, check the reblogs of this post. I will periodically be adding more to it over time. Also, I'm not really citing any sources because this is mostly from memory, so there MAY be some mistakes. Also, I'm typing all this on my phone, so... please forgive the formatting, grammar, and spelling mistakes.

To begin, let's quickly discuss what an ocean liner is. An ocean liner is a ship you travel on to cross the ocean. It's called a liner because it goes in a line across the ocean. In this sense, “cruise liners” don't really exist. The proper term is cruise ship. Many people mistake liners for cruise ships and vice versa, but they are different in both function and design. As wikipedia puts it, “Though ocean liners share certain similarities with cruise ships, they must be able to travel between continents from point A to point B on a fixed schedule”. This means liners need to be both durable, and fast, something cruise ships are neither of. Cruise ships also almost never do trans-Atlantic crossings unless absolutely necessary. They just aren't built to handle the Atlantic at its worst. Cruise ships usually stay relatively close to land and reschedule for bad weather. For example, the only liner still in service is the RMS Queen Mary 2, built in 2004. Her construction used 60% more steel than a cruise ship of the same size. She also has a top speed of about 30 knots, whereas a cruise ship never really needs to exceed about 18. So, to summarize, an ocean liner is a ship you use to cross the ocean. A cruise ship, while it may take you to numerous excursions, is essentially the destination itself, and it will return you to where you started once the voyage is over. Last thing before we start, GRT. Gross Registered Tonnage is essentially a measure of the total usable internal volume of a ship. Generally, this is a much better measure of the size of a ship than length. For example, the RMS Adriatic was 729 ft long. The Titanic was 882 feet long. Only 150 feet longer, no big difference, right? WRONG. The Adriatic was 25,000 GRT. Titanic was 46,000 GRT. Britannic, which was the same length as Titanic, but 2 feet wider, was 48,000 GRT. Nearly double the size of Adriatic, even though she's not much longer. The Lusitania was 787 feet, and she was 31,000 GRT. So even though Britannic was only about 12% longer, she was about 55% bigger. Last thing, a knot is a unit of speed 1 knot is 1.150779 miles per hour, or 1.852 kilometers per hour.

Anyway, now that we have that sorted out, let's get into the history >:3

So, it starts with the steam engine. At the start of the 19th century, if you wanted to get from Europe to America (or vice Versa), you needed to book passage in a sailing ship. In just 4 short months, you can cross the ocean :D! Between extremely unsanitary conditions and the high chance of you not making it to your destination at all, something needed to change. There were some experiments with bolting steam engines to old sailing vessels, and these were very successful, but really only proofs of concept. Railway engineer Sir Isambard Kingdom Brunel realized that if ocean travel could work like the railway, travel between continents could be much more efficient and safe. With a sailing ship, you were dependent on the wind and weather, so your departure and arrival dates couldn't be predicted with any guarantee of certainty. With a steam engine, the ship could move at a consistent speed over a set distance, regardless of the conditions. Now, ocean travel was consistent, regimented, and much safer. All of these came together in 1838 with the launch of Brunel's SS Great Western, which crossed the Atlantic in 18 days, going at 8.66 knots. She was 1,700 Gross Registered Tons (GRT, a measure of internal volume) and 234 ft 11 in long (71.6 meters). She was the first ocean liner. Granted, she was essentially just a sailing ship with paddle wheels attached to a very rudimentary steam engine, she even Still had sails, and she had a hull made from oak, but she was the first commercial venture to bring passengers across the ocean on a regimented schedule. She was also the first purpose built liner.

Now, these very early years of ocean liners aren't really my specialty, so I'll cover some major events.

In 1839, Sir Samuel Cunard was awarded the first British transatlantic steamship mail contract, and in 1840, formed what would later be known as the Cunard Line, one of the most famous lines ever, And still around to this day.

In 1858, Sir Isambard Kingdom Brunel was back at it again with the SS Great Eastern. With this ship, Brunel set out to solve a problem: He wanted to make a ship big enough to carry enough coal to not need to stop and refuel on the voyage to Australia. The Great Eastern was the largest ship in the world by a WIDE margin. Before Great Eastern, the largest ship in the world was the SS Adriatic of the Colin's Line. She was 3,670 GRT, and 354 feet (108 meters) long. The Great Eastern was a whopping 18,915 GROSS REGISTERED TONS. 5.5 TIMES BIGGER! SHE WAS 692 FEET LONG. As wikipedia puts it, “Her length of 692 feet (211 m) was surpassed only in 1899 by the 705-foot (215 m) 17,274-gross-ton RMS Oceanic, her gross tonnage of 18,915 was only surpassed in 1901 by the 701-foot (214 m) 20,904-gross-ton RMS Celtic and her 4,000-passenger capacity was surpassed in 1913 by the 4,234-passenger SS Imperator.” IT IS WITH HONOR THAT I INTRODUCE YOU TO BRUNEL'S “GREAT BABE”, THE SS GREAT EASTERN.

LOOK AT ‘ER! AIN'T SHE A BEAUT? IN A WORLD WHERE MOST SHIPS DIDN'T HAVE ANY FUNNELS, AND THE ONES THAT DID ONLY HAD ONE, THE GREAT EASTERN WAS THE ONE AND ONLY F I V E F U N N E L E D L I N E R. Even though she later lost one in an explosion, which was never replaced. She was rigorously mocked for her size and number of funnels, which is strange considering the 4 funneled superliner boom just 50 years later.

She FAMOUSLY didn't work, and the stress of trying to MAKE her work ended up sending Brunel to an early grave. SHE INDIRECTLY KILLED ONE OF THE GREATEST ENGINEERS OF ALL TIME! She then spent nearly a decade laid up as a glorified billboard:

She damaged or sunk at least 10 ships in her short Career, had a penchant for spontaneously exploding (which is where her 5th funnel went), and when she was scrapped in 1890, all of her size records were still at least 9 years from being bested. She was NEVER profitable, and the DEFINITION of an outlier. Whenever discussing the largest ships in the world from 1848 to 1890, it goes without saying that the Great Eastern is not included. There is a REASON she's on my top 25, and I've only skimmed the surface. She was a hot mess, and I love her for it. I'd be happy to make a post entirely dedicated to her.

Next, we have the birth of the White Star Line. In 1870, they got their first ship: The SS Oceanic. (Not the RMS Oceanic of 1899 mentioned previously).

Many consider her and her 5 sisters to be the first “modern” liners, in the sense that they were starting to evolve past glorified sailing ships. She was 420 ft 4 in (128.12 meters) and 3,707 GRT. While her size PALED in comparison to the MIGHTY GREAT EASTERN, she was the “largest” ship in the world. Again, the great eastern kinda doesn't count. As modern as she was, Oceanic still had sails, and she had an INCREDIBLE top speed of… 14.5 knots. It was fast for the time. In fact, she won White Star Line their first Blue Riband for the fastest trans-Atlantic crossing. The ships of the Oceanic class were the Oceanic, Atlantic, Baltic, Republic, Adriatic (not the aforementioned RMS Adriatic, OR the SS Adriatic of the Colins Line), and Celtic. One of the big innovations of these ships was that they had a longer length to width ratio. Most sailing ships have a 6:1 ratio of length to width. The Oceanic class increased it to 9:1. With a thinner hull form, it reduced drag and allowed for a higher speed, albeit at the cost of stability. She was also one of the first ships at sea to use electricity. Not for lights, though. Those were still oil lamps. No, the electricity was for buttons in the cabins, which, when pressed, would summon a steward. Founder of the White Star Line, Thomas Ismay, realized that most of the profits of shipping lines came from The hundreds of steerage passengers, rather than the ultra wealthy first class/saloon Class passengers, so he made sure that he had THE BEST steerage accommodations by a scenic mile. He wanted to make sure that he'd be the one getting their business. Her steerage accommodations (3rd class) were fuckimg REVOLUTIONARY in their standards. In an era where poor people were treated like literal cattle, the steerage accommodations on the Oceanic class must have seemed like heaven on earth. Certainly better than anything they would have ever experienced on land. Steerage passengers had FRIGGIN PORTHOLES, which was a new thing for them because, like I said, before White Star, no one gave a shit about poor people. Also, for decks beneath the water line, there were skylights that reached all the way down to the bottom decks. The designers went through great pains to make sure everyone had fresh air and natural sunlight. Which, again, not something you'd find on other ships of the era, as basic as it seems. Anyway, the SS Atlantic, the White Star Line's second ever ship, was their first loss at sea. While we associate the line with Disaster today, history shows quite a different story. In their 65 years of operation, from 1870 to 1935, they operated at least 89 ships. They only lost 5 during peacetime disasters. This is a genuinely phenomenal track record, especially for the time. The aforementioned Collins Line lost literally 2/5ths of their ships (although they did have a much smaller fleet, so it's not an entirely fair comparison). Anyway, the SS Atlantic ran aground near Halifax Nova Scotia, with a loss of 535 people, leaving only 429 survivors. In the 30 minutes the ship took to fully sink, not a single lifeboat could be launched. I'd highly recommend Part-Time Explorer's videos on the subject.

In part 2, we'll cover from 1874 to 1900, with some of the most famous ships of all time. Like I said, this early stuff is where I'm weakest. Part 2 is where I'll become REALLY knowledgeable. >:3

[nyaagolor]

Finding SV Character Heights Part 1

Procrastination leads to wonderful places, and for me that's "hey what if I could get rough estimates for canon heights using the ingame models?" So I did! Unfortunately, this post got long so I only included the heights of a few major characters for now. Teachers, Gym Leaders + League, and Team Star will be in separate posts!

Protagonist: 5'0" Nemona: 5'8" Penny: 5'1" Arven: 5'7" Clavell: 5'7" Sada: 5'9" Turo: 6'1"

I used imageJ / Fiji for analysis and some screenshots from MunchingOrange's playthrough of the game on youtube. I explain the process and attached all the screenshots under the cut so you can judge the legitimacy of my "math" yourself!

A quick overview of how I did this: there's a (free to use) software called Fiji made for processing images (google Fiji ImageJ and it'll be the first link). It's used in a lot of data analysis, which is mostly what I use it for, but it has some fun features to play around with too. (if people want a tutorial lmk I'd be happy to write one up). The most important part for our purposes is the measure function-- if you draw a line on an image, it will tell you how long that line is in pixels. This line can be straight, curved, angled in any direction, or even multi-segmented, making it pretty good for comparing things. Then all I had to do was get images of characters standing next to each other-- from there I could transitive property my way to the height of every character in the game!

First step was getting a good basis for comparison-- I can easily get ratios of character heights but without at least one confirmed height I can't translate it into real world metrics. Since the characters themselves don't have canon heights, it had to be a pokemon. This introduced another problem, which is that in SV, pokemon are varying sizes within a species, so I can't count on the overworld models to work. Plus, some of them aren't even accurate!

However, there was one pokemon I could compare to the protagonist pretty easily whose height was a little less skeptical: the main legendary (koraidon in my case). A few cursory comparisons led me to guess that Koraidon's 8'2" "height" is measured from head to toe while standing in apex form. Anything else gives heights of characters that make zero real world sense so this is what I went with in the end. Thus we get the screenshot that starts it all!

Koraidon's head is bowed, but this was the closest I could get so I guesstimated that the top of the blue ridges was about where Koraidon's head would be. Knowing that Koraidon is 8'2", we get the following heights:

Koraidon: 536 pixels - 98 inches - 8'2" Protagonist: 328 pixels - 60 inches - 5'0" Nemona: 372 pixels - 68 inches - 5'8"

Thus far it looks like we're on the right track! Assuming the protagonist is 14 and Nemona is 16/17, these heights seem pretty normal. Knowing the protagonist's height gives us the ability to find out most other characters, so we're off to a good start!

(side note: the calculation I used to turn pixels into inches was pixels1 / inch1 = pixels2 / inch2. The pixels we can get from the lines on the images, and the inches we know from Koraidon's pokedex entry, so we just solve for inch2)

Next up is Clavell (mostly because he showed up first). Something interesting is that he's actually slightly shorter than Nemona, you can see it in the first cutscene in front of Nemona's house (i can add a screenshot in the reblogs / replies but didn't want to clog the post with another image). From this image, we can find:

Protagonist: 685 pixels - 60 inches - 5'0" Clavell: 769 pixels - 67 inches - 5'7"

You heard it here first, the director is a short king

Next up is Arven!

Protagonist: 782 pixels - 60 inches - 5'0" Arven: 880 pixels - 67 inches - 5'7"

(The math actually says Arven is 5'7.5", but I'm not bothering with decimals. This makes him sliiiiiiightly taller than Clavell)

Penny is seen angled from the protagonist in her intro scenes, so I skipped all the way to her boss battle to find a good screenshot. To my surprise, she's actually slightly taller than the protagonist!

Protagonist: 368 pixels - 60 inches - 5'0" Penny: 376 pixels - 61 inches - 5'1"

(Side note 2: Characters are measured from their heels to the crown of their head-- if they have really big hair it doesn't count as part of their height)

Last one in this round is the professor (Sada in my case, as I'm using a Scarlet playthrough for screenshots). I'm gonna assume that the AI and Professor are the same height for this

Protagonist: 507 pixels - 60 inches - 5'0" Sada: 584 pixels - 69 inches (nice) - 5'9"

Turo forced me to use a different playthrough to grab a screenshot, which used a female protagonist. I'm fairly positive that the male and female protagonist models are the exact same height (if not the exact same model) so I don't think there's any snags with this, but if anyone knows otherwise lmk. Btw, I used the playthrough by Rubhen925 for this screenshot!

Protagonist: 501 pixels - 60 inches - 5'0" Turo: 611 pixels - 73 inches - 6'1"

Turo is pretty damn tall :0 !

This post is getting absurdly long, so I'm going to make separate posts for the League / Gym Leaders, Team Star, and the teachers! Hope you've enjoyed, and if there's any specific trainer class or other character you wanna know the height of just lmk :) I also plan on making a post of some more silly measurements (like the exact dimensions of Penny's backpack, the proportion of Geeta's height that's just her legs, the size of Arven's camping bag and whether or not his friends could reasonably curl up inside, etc)

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 234. brb x oc

a/n: i can't FIND ANY OTHER GIFS AAAA (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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Since he asked to meet her in one hour, she decided to make the walk to the park short. She could do it while waiting for the time to go to the base, plus, she could get some yoga done with Nikki while enjoying the fresh air around them.

Beatrice sits on the grass with her legs folded and her hands on top of her knees, Nicole is sitting on the space that her legs didn’t close, right in front of her womb, with her own smaller hands on Beatrice’s calves. The dogs were there too, but Jolene chose to stay close to the two, Jack was lying with his legs up in the air right behind Bea and Eleanor…well…she was zooming around the place, avoiding every dog and human she could.

"I don't know why I'm nervous," Beatrice whispered to herself, her voice barely above a murmur. She mentally prepared for her yoga, with Nikki on her all the time. "It's not like I'm alone; the dogs are with us."

Despite the calming presence of her surroundings, a subtle unease still lingered within Beatrice. Maybe it was because Rooster wasn’t there and she didn’t want to leave Nicole alone - not that she would -, having to figure out ways to exercise with her daughter close to herself, “It’s all okay.” she tells herself, feeling the known cold anxiety spike inside of her, “It’s all okay.”

Beatrice took a deep breath, trying to ease her anxiety. She closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing, and slowly began to stretch and move into her yoga poses while seated. Nicole watched her mother with curious eyes, turning her head to look back at Beatrice.

Nicole didn’t know what she was doing, but she wanted to try, lifting her tiny arms to mimic Beatrice’s movements. Beatrice couldn't help but smile as she glanced down at her daughter. "You're my little yoga buddy, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice filled with affection. “Maybe one day we can get your dad to join us, he has his own workout routine but I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Nicole giggled in response, her small hands reaching out to touch Beatrice's face. Beatrice kisses the top of her head while keeping her eyes alert. She felt like she needed to be aware of her surroundings, not only because of Nikki, but because…of something else she couldn’t describe.

Jolene stayed close, keeping a watchful eye on both Beatrice and Nicole, while Jack continued to lounge in his relaxed position, seemingly unfazed by the world around him.

And Eleanor…well, she leaped over a seated couple and earned a few claps from everyone, so that was good.

As Beatrice transitioned into a seated forward fold, her fingertips grazing the grass,  Nicole chose that moment to climb onto her shoulders and sit on her neck. Beatrice blinked while keeping her head down.

Nikki was still a baby, but the sudden change of weight on her neck made Beatrice stretch even more.

"Be careful, Nikki," she murmured, head touching the grass  "You are also very-” Nicole’s foot appeared in her vision as she turned upside down on her mother’s back, “Flexible.”

Nicole held onto her shirt as she slid all the way down to the yoga mat, rolling onto her back and staying there, looking at the sky, giggling at nothing. Jolene looked back to check on the baby, sniffing her head to make sure she was okay and once she was satisfied she just lied on top of her legs and sighed sleepily.

Beatrice moved into a gentle twist, stretching her spine and feeling the tension release from her muscles, the sudden ‘pop!’ on her back made her eyes snap open - and made the dogs closest to her look up in surprise at the noise - “Ow.” she winces, “Man it’s been a long, long while.” Over a year, if she was right.

She wanted to go back to her routine, not only with yoga but with everything. The last thing she worked on was a few drawings she had, nothing more, she felt like her little studio was abandoned in their house.

Before she continued her stretching, her phone screen blinked up with ‘Leonardo’s name on it. She blinked, then quickly put it on speaker, “Leo?”

“My sweet sister, hi.” it’s been so long since they talked on the phone, but she wasn’t complaining, “Listen…are you busy?”

“Now? Yes.”

“Are you busy this week?”

“...why?”

There was a pause, followed by him cleaning his throat, “Can you..stay with the girls for the weekend? If that’s alright?”

Beatrice furrowed her brow in surprise at Leonardo's request. It wasn't often that he asked her to look after his daughters for an entire weekend, at least, ever since they had Éwoyn that is. "Leo, is everything okay?" she inquired, concern lacing her voice.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line before he responded. "Yeah, Bea, everything's fine. It's just... I've got this work thing that's come up suddenly, and I need to travel out of town for the weekend. I didn't want to disrupt the girls' routines, and I know they love spending time with you. And Cyn has a…convention? A dentist thing she has to go because it’s something with her old professor too.”

“Oh,I see.”

“I know this is sudden, but Michael is going to visit Gui in New York with Hannah and I don’t want to worry mom and dad since dad is still recovering from everything.”

“Leo, it’s okay. I’ll just talk to Roos about it.” another pop and this time it came from her ankle. She silently screamed, clenching her hand into a fist as she tries to recover…which seemed to be a lot because Leonardo’s voice returned with a concerned question of her name, “I’m okay!Sorry,I’m uh, doing yoga right now.”

Leonardo let out a relieved chuckle on the other end of the line. "Well, good on you for keeping up with it. So, you'll be able to take care of the girls?"

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully, even though her brother couldn't see her. "Of course, Leo. You know I love spending time with them. But I’ll just let Roos know and then I’ll throw you a message? How’s that?

Her brother audibly sighed in relief. "Thank you, Bea. You're a lifesaver. I'll make it up to you when I'm back."

"Uh-huh." she smiles, “Where exactly are you going?”

 "I'm heading up to Santa Barbara for the weekend. There's this fantastic surf spot I've been wanting to check out for a while. Some friends of mine have been raving about it, and I finally have the chance to catch some waves there."

Beatrice chuckled, finally adjusting her posture. "Of course, you are. And Cynthia has the dentist convention?”

“Yeah, that one isn’t in Cali.” he explains, “It’s in Oregon, actually. She's attending a dental conference up there…she’s also avoiding her uh,sister."

“The essential oils one?”

‘Yep.”

Beatrice hummed quietly, fixing her top and looking back to Nicole to check on her "Well,I’ll talk to Roos and message you, but I’m pretty sure the answer will be yes.”

Leonardo let out a relieved sigh. "Thanks again, Bea. I really appreciate it.I will bring you something special from Santa Barbara."

"Thanks,Leo. Have a great time surfing, and tell Cynthia to have a blast at the convention."

They exchanged their goodbyes, and Beatrice hung up the call, rolling her neck to relax her muscles even more and checking the time to see how much she had left. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that much.

She only had a few minutes.

“Oh,crap.” she whispers, “Alright guys,” she’ll have to go straight to the base, no time to wash up and change, “We are going to the car- Ellie!” the white dog stops zooming to look back at her, “We’re going home, Jojo,Jack-” she picks up Nicole who just laughs once she’s on the air, “Come on.”

Jolene stretches first, waiting for her son and daughter to follow them to the car, trotting behind Bea who just mutters to herself, “I didn’t know I spent so long here.” she whispers, “Dang it…well it’s okay. It’s alright.”

Beatrice quickly gathered her belongings and her three dogs, making her way to the car, making sure everyone was safe and sound inside. Thankfully,the dogs liked to stay around Nikki while she was on her seat, so she could be at peace with that. 

Traffic was light, which was incredible for the middle of the week in San Diego. The California sun bathed the landscape in warm, golden hues, and Beatrice couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the day. It was…very magical.

She checked the phone again, chewing her lower lip, “I hope I didn’t make him wait long.” she tells herself, “He said he’ll wait for me at the entrance but,” she shrugs, cautiously driving around, “I don’t want to make him stand there.”

Nikki seemed entertained, happily looking around the windows while the dogs were around her, oblivious to her mother's concerns. Beatrice smiled at the sight, only to turn her gaze back to the road.

As she approached the entrance to the naval base, Beatrice's eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of Rooster. She craned her neck a bit, then smiled the second she spotted him near the gate, looking down at his watch. His other hand was propped on his hip as he stared at his watch, shaking his wrist and then repeating the motion with it’s twin so now he was doing the usual ‘Rooster Hip Pose’.

He looked around a bit, she couldn’t see much because his sunglasses were covering his eyes, but as soon as he noticed the red jeep approaching a toothy grin appeared on his face.

Beatrice's heart skipped a beat as she saw Rooster's familiar grin light up his whole face. She pulled the jeep to a stop near the entrance, and before the engine had even fully quieted, he was already by her door.

Rooster approached her with long strides, his sunglasses perched on his nose, and Beatrice couldn't help but admire him when he got closer .His golden brown hair was tousled from the wind, and his mustache was freshly trimmed.

He waits until she rolls the window down to fold his arms on the space that just opened, giving her a small smirk, “Morning,ma’am.”

“Morning,sir.” she giggles, “...am I…allowed to give you a kiss? It is lunch time…and you are out here…”

Rooster's smirk turned into a mischievous grin at Beatrice's playful question. He leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto hers, his voice low and seductive. "Well, ma'am, I do believe a kiss would be the perfect way to start my lunch break."

Beatrice's cheeks flushed a rosy hue as she reached out, her fingers gently caressing Rooster's cheek before she leaned in to capture his lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was a moment of connection and affection that made her heart flutter.

When they finally pulled away, Rooster's eyes sparkled with warmth and desire. "Now that's what I call a welcome," he murmured.

Beatrice couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes still locked on his. "I aim to please, LC."

Rooster grinned, his fingers trailing gently along the side of her neck. "Well, you certainly succeeded." he looks back and immediately grins, “Oh my gosh, everyone is here!” if the constant tapping of tails against the car, and Nicole was there,squealing and trying to reach for him, wasn’t any giveaway he didn’t know what it was.

Rooster made sure to pet the dogs the best he could, then opened the back door to unbuckle Nicole and bring her to his face, “Hi baby girl!” he coos, kissing her soft cheeks, “Hi, hi, dada missed you so much!”

Nicole responded with a series of happy gurgles and babbling, her eyes sparkling with love as she looked up at her father. Rooster held Nicole close,kissing her cheek before turning to Bea who was now walking out of the car.

She holds out her hand, his phone lying on her palm, “Here it is.”

“Thank you gorgeous.” he says, grabbing it and flipping a few times on his hand out of habit, checking the battery life once he was facing the screen, “Did you charge it for me?”

“Yep,you are at the base,” she nods towards it, “And you need it.”

Rooster clicks his tongue bashfully, “You are too cute,” he whispers, still holding Nicole but dropping his gaze on her outfit, “...were you working out before you came over?”

Beatrice glanced down at her workout clothes, suddenly remembering what she was wearing. "Ah,yeah," she admitted with a playful wink. "I thought I'd squeeze in a quick workout. Nicole and I had a good session together."

Rooster chuckled, and even if his eyes were still covered by his sunglasses, she knew he was looking. “Well…you look great.”

“Yeah?”

“Always.”

Beatrice huffed out an embarrassed little laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Four years and he still has that effect on her, she was doomed, “Um.well, yeah…uh…” his smirk only widened when she fumbled with her words, “Leo called.”

“Oh?”

“He asked if we can stay with the girls this weekend.” she crossed her arms, shrugging at him, “I said I’d talk to you first. He and Cyn have their own things to do and he doesn’t want to bother my parents with the girls since…well…”

Rooster nodded, understanding the situation and remembering why they’d be so cautious. "I see," he replied, his expression thoughtful. "I don't mind at all, babe.It's not a bother at all."

Beatrice smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, Roos. I knew you'd be okay with it. Leo and Cynthia will really appreciate it."

Rooster shifted his gaze back to Nicole, who was now reaching out for one of the dog's wagging tails with glee. "It'll be fun having them over. And Nicole will have a blast with her cousins."

Beatrice couldn't agree more. "Absolutely. I’ll let Leo know once I get home.”

Rooster's phone buzzed, breaking their conversation momentarily. He checked the message and chuckled. "Looks like I've got to head back to work, babe." he mutters “More like,Mav is asking me if I got my phone back.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll have to go back.” he kisses Nicole before handing her over to Beatrice, their daughter whined a bit but hugged her mother’s neck, “Oh, don’t cry baby girl. Please don’t cry,” he kissed her tiny fist, “Dada will be back home soon,okay?”

Beatrice held Nicole close, soothing her with gentle whispers and soft kisses on her tiny hands. "Your daddy will be back before you know it, sweetie," Beatrice cooed, rocking Nicole gently in her arms. "He loves you so much."

Rooster leaned in to plant a loving kiss on Nicole's forehead. "Daddy will miss you too, baby girl. But I promise I'll be home soon." he kisses her one more time, then turned to Beatrice, “You’ll get home safe,right?”

“Always.”

His smile widens, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, then her nose, “Good.” one last kiss to her lips, “Text me as soon as you get back home.”

“I will.”

With one last lingering look at his daughter and wife, Rooster reluctantly left the entrance and headed back into the base. Beatrice gave him one final wave when he turned to look at them,one that he reciprocated, then watched as he disappeared from her view.

She sighed softly, “Well,”she mutters, “We better go home and…prepare for your cousins’ visit.”

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

hey everyone just some quick tips for shopping in the gendered clothing section of a store when you aren't currently presenting as that gender and/or you're nervous about it and/or it's your first time shopping in that new section, from a genderfluid person:

The teen/young adult/youth section is your friend! Many brands (H&M, Nordstrom, Dillards I think?, etc.) have a big gender-neutral section lots of the time. This is a great midway point between the gendered section you typically shop in and the one you don't.

If it's your first go at shopping in the other section, start with something already kind of gender neutral. I'm afab, so I find it really easy to buy jeans, sweatpants, t-shirts, basically any baggy clothing from the men's section, as it's actually pretty common for women to shop for those (women's jeans pockets suck). T-shirts and hoodies are almost always a safe option, no one reasonable will think twice.

Wear gender neutral clothes! Especially if you don't fully present one way, or if you're still closeted in any way, hats, baggy clothes, and tennis shoes/converse/vans/etc helped me shop in both sections. This isn't necessary by any means, you be you, but for me this really made the difference with anxiety.

If you're worried about running into someone you know, find a store away from where you usually shop, and try to shop at a time that isn't super popular (early mornings on weekdays/sundays, late evenings, lunch) to reduce those chances and the anxiety about it.

Don't be afraid to try things on. Especially if you aren't sure of the sizing, making use of the dressing rooms is probably essential! (Plus being in a private dressing room can give you a chance to breathe if you're anxious about the whole experience.

If anyone has anything to add, please reblog with those! Shopping in public in a section you don't present with can be anxiety-inducing, but confidence will always come with enough time! (And, if all else fails, there's always online shopping)

Take pride in who you are <3

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Hiiii can I please request a body positivity fic with Eddie where he cheers up the reader bc she’s insecure about her body? I’ve been in a funk recently and would love some comforting eddie

Ummm of course!!!

You didn’t specify what body type you had so I didn’t do a specific type. But if you want me to do another type of writing like this for skinny or plus size just lmk!

As a plus-size woman myself, I completely understand funks like that and I really hope it ends soon for you beautiful <3

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Eddie loved your body. You….not so much. Growing up you’ve just been different and you’ve been learning to love yourself for those differences but lately, it’s just been a bunch of dark days and it seemed like there isn’t a light ahead anytime soon.

Now you knew that there will be light. There will be a morning when you change into your outfit and it looks great the first time, and there will be a morning when your hair looks great without having to do much to it. It just feels like that morning isn’t going to appear anytime soon.

You knew that talking to Eddie about this…this funk that you’ve been in would help you. Eddie would reassure you that you’re beautiful and amazing and he would show you how much he loved you and your body but for some reason this time you can’t bring yourself to do it. Maybe because it was more intense, maybe it was because it’s not the first time you needed reassurance, whatever it was it was eating at you and you couldn’t stand it. You wanted to talk to Eddie but every time you see him all you can see is how perfect he is. He has a beautiful body, amazing eyes, those cool tattoos, and… god he’s just a god himself.

Unbeknownst to you Eddie already figured out that you weren’t feeling good about yourself. He could tell that his lovebug wasn’t feeling pretty and at first, he was going to wait until you came to him to talk about it but weeks have gone by and you haven’t come to him and he can tell that the funk hasn’t left yet. He needed to approach you about this, he knew it was a sensitive subject for you but he just can’t understand how you cannot see yourself as the most beautiful thing in the world when that's what he sees you as.

Eddie knew that you weren’t going to come over to the trailer when you weren’t feeling your best so he drove over to your place instead. Knocking on the door he hears a groan and a muffled ‘coming’. When the door opens and he finally gets to see you his heart stops for a moment. “My god you are so beautiful” Eddie's shoulders drop and his eyes widen as they go up and down your figure. Your eyes squint “What are you talking about? I’m in dirty pajamas that aren’t even mine? I have no makeup on and my hair is filthy and..” Eddie leans in and kisses you to make you stop talking. Slowly walking into the house, the kiss never stops as Eddie closes the door with his foot. Breaking away to breathe Eddie looks you in your eyes. “Don’t you ever say those things about my lovebug ever again, you are breathtaking no matter what state you are in. I love you and find you so unbelievably beautiful when you first wake up when you are dressed up, when you are looking homeless, or when you haven’t showered. You will always be beautiful in my eyes. I know that things have been hard lately and you should know to come to me when you aren't feeling good, that means physically, emotionally, or mentally good babe you got that?” You, at a loss for words just breathlessly nod. You knew Eddie thought you were pretty but he never was like this before. Seeing your eyes fill with tears, Eddie pulls you into his arms and just holds you while you cry.

Pulling away from his chest you kiss him on the cheek and thank him for his sweet words. “You don’t have to thank me babe just doing my job.” Eddie winks at you and pulls you to the couch to hold you for the rest of the night.

If you enjoyed please consider liking, reblogging, and commenting.

Requests are open and I try to write them asap.

[irepostedthistweet]

On this blog, I repost the same very popular Tweets dozens of other users have also reposted. My goal is to exclusively embed those Tweets, which automatically adds the accessibility feature that is alt text + a link to the original (with few exceptions in which I write the alt text myself, if I feel like a Tweet is notable enough but has apparently been deleted.)

By doing this, I would like to make those popular posts and memes accessible to more people. I would also like to show to more people that Tweet embeds are an option, to hopefully encourage them to use them in the future.

As a reminder, in order to embed a Tweet, all you have to do is paste its link onto your post.

You can easily copy the link of Tweets on either desktop or the app. (The placement can sometimes change on mobile from update to update, but the option should always be accessible via one of the buttons around your Tweet.)

Then open your fresh tumblr post and paste the link.

(Link to my post with only this Tweet, in case you like it and want to reblog it.)

If you're sourcing your own brand new Tweet to share to tumblr for any reason, this is arguably quicker and easier to do than taking a screenshot and re-uploading it to tumblr. Please consider this option whenever possible - it's very convenient.

In my case, since my goal is to repost Tweets that are already popular on tumblr, I use Twitter's search function, which works very well (contrary to tumblr's).

If you already have a screenshot with the person's username, unless they deleted their account or changed their username, you're certain to find the original. Of course, this is only needed if you're looking for a Tweet to repost, and you won't need to do this if you just happen into a new Tweet you want to share to tumblr.

I encourage anyone to use this instead of screenshots whenever possible, because it's more convenient than having to type the alt text yourself! Even if you don't usually provide alt text, there's no reason not to let it be automatically written for you when it can be. Plus, it leaves a link to the original Tweet, which I feel like makes it more respectful to the user who wrote the funny joke.

Alt text is an accessibility feature that mostly benefits people who use screen-readers because they, for one reason or another, can't read the words on their screen. Especially when the image is the right size - so the "alt" button doesn't come in the way - as it is automatically generated by pasting the Twitter link, there's no harm in having it there whatsoever. All it does is include more people.

Accessibility isn't a one-size-fits-all. Some users may benefit more from Image descriptions that are written in the body of the post. However, alt text is a commonly accepted and convenient accessibility feature. On top of that, accessibility for the disabled can oftentimes wind up benefiting everyone - for example, being able to click the "alt" button allows people to see the contents of the image even if they have a poor connection and the image won't load. Having a text description of any image also makes it easier to find in the future, even with tumblr's terrible search function.

I hope this post can encourage more people to include alt text and/or image descriptions more often. Even if you don't have time to include alt text all the time, you should take advantage of these embeds, which do it for you. A funny Tweet repost is the type of post to become very popular, so it's sure to land on someone's feed who wishes they could know what it says but can't when it's just an undescribed image.

(PS: as of currently, there is a slight issue in that the contents of described images included in the Tweet, or Tweets being quoted, aren't copied. Now that you know about the Twitter embed option, consider contacting support in one way or another to let them know you'd like these contents to be added to Twitter embeds. It's a really great option for simple text Tweets, and it could easily include even more Tweets. I know you just found out about it, so if you just want to use the function for those text Tweets for now, it's okay - please just consider it!)

[whiskey-bumblebee]

tips to make your fanfic more accessible (1/?)

When it comes to writing reader insert characters, or even original characters that are meant to be broadly relevant to your audience, it's important to write in a way that doesn't exclude people with marginalized identities from reading and connecting with your work. Everyone deserves to feel loved and represented! Since fanfic is an escape for so many of us, it's so crucial that the language we use is accessible and embraces the variety of people who might be reading your fic.

Disclaimer! I am a white, cis, plus size woman, and I would hate to misrepresent something, or leave things out, so I would LOVE to hear from some Black, BIPOC, trans, and/or minority readers about things that make you uncomfy/take you out of the story. I can add them to this post w/ credit, or you can comment below :)

Physical appearance:

-A big one here is hair. Not everyone has a hair texture or style that someone can lovingly comb their fingers through. Some readers (for extremely valid reasons, including the fact that in some contexts it can be rooted in racism) might not like the idea of a fictional character putting their hands in the reader's hair!

-The fix: think about what you're trying to convey with the action of hair-touching. Is it affection? Closeness? Foreplay? Could the character stroke the reader's hair instead of running their fingers through it? Could they trace the reader's ears?

-Another big one! Body ody ody! There's so much to say here, but I'll start with shape and size. Not everyone will be able to fit into their favourite fictional character's clothes. And for some plus size folks, it is just not realistic for a character to pick them up and throw them around. I love my body, and I don't know a single fictional character who would be able to lift me! This isn't embarrassing or asking for compliments, it's just my bodily reality.

-The fix: what terms do you use to describe the reader's body? Are they exclusive or implicitly biased? Is your reader lithe, with long legs and "a handful" of breast tissue? Is someone throwing your reader around like a sack of potatoes, or pinning them up against a wall, with no additional support?

Ability:

-This is a self call-out as well, but I've noticed that there aren't a lot of multi-chapter fanfics which include characters with disabilities. This is tricky, as I think a lot of writers might not necessarily have lived experience with needing mobility aids, or things like blindness and deafness, etc. I don't necessarily think that able-bodied writers should be attempting this, but it's something to think about.

-The fix: Could your character achieve their movements with a prosthetic limb? How might they experience things differently if they're overstimulated? Uplift fic writers with disabilities and diverse lived experiences! Reblog their work!

Sex and gender:

-This one is also a bit complex because writers might not know exactly where to start when it comes to writing someone with a different gender identity, or mode of presentation. Especially when you're writing explicit sex scenes, I think it's okay to write things with a specific anatomy in mind, as long as you're clear about who you're writing for from the outset (e.g. character x fem!reader in the chapter notes or A/N).

-Not everyone who likes being called "good girl" has breasts and a vagina. Some men don't have penises. Trans and intersex people exist and are incredibly LOVED and CHERISHED on this blog. <3

-The fix: If you're writing a fic where anatomy is less important, go for gender neutral terms of endearment, and gender neutral pronouns. Maybe switch things up and try writing a reader character with a different gender identity to your own!

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TL;DR- 1) Uplift fanfic by underrepresented communities (this can vary by fandom, but queer/LGBTQ+, BIPOC, disabled, and neurodivergent authors are a great place to start!)

2) Do an accessibility proofread- does your reader have any characteristics that aren't broadly applicable to readers? Are these characteristics essential to the plot?

3) If you're part of a minority community, embrace the things that make you unique! Let writers know if they're excluding you. Or as a writer, write yourself down. Produce some of the representation that you can't find elsewhere (if you feel up to it).

4) Write from a place of love. We love what we write about, whether it's characters, story worlds, or one bed tropes. Extend that love to all of your readers :) <3

[theangelshavethephonebox]

Poll timeeeeee

Okay so next fanfic stuff, in terms of longfics (because no one can control when I write which one shots, not even polls).

Choose which one you want to see next from me! (Note: I'm going to finish the missfle one first before these, and at least a couple chapters of the monk X master one, so those aren't included in the poll)

* a continuation of "sympathy for the devil", the one I wrote before where the Doctor, Yaz, and Dan let the Master stay with them and thoschei act like feral raccoons with some yaz/13/Dhawan polycule nonsense. Domestic with spite.

** human au where 13 is a civilian consultant for the Sheffield Police Department, where they often come up against the mysterious Em (who "Theo", aka 13, seems to have known for a long time). But, is he the real enemy, or is someone more sinister lurking behind the shadows?

*** That timeless child retcon I've been promising to write for like a year that will probably be like 100 chapters and involves deca nonsense but also hatred

**** Yaz tries to move on after losing 13, but how can she when her ghost is still following her around? Literally. In the form of a hologram.

Go wild! Reblog for sample size!

[takaraphoenix]

H, J, K, N... I would ask more but I'll leave some to the others xD💕

Aaaaw, thank you for playing! *^* <3

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)

Usually, TV shows. I've never been a big movie fan and though my most-written for fandom is a book series it is more an exception than a rule, I just don't like reading books enough to be deep into book fandoms. xD

TV shows are ideal! I love watching them, there are enough episodes to keep my attention (movies are like fast food; I watch and move on, but TV shows keep me fed with multiple episodes and keep it alive with more seasons), plus GIFs! Getting to reblog GIFs also lets the shows stay more in my mind and cause me to get more attached to them, because I get to see them even during a hiatus.

I do love anime and it's the genre I come from, but I prefer live action that can run in the background. Also because anime nowadays has two sizes, either a tiny little 12 episode total run, or anime that still runs ever since like the 90s and is just too big a juggernaut to tackle and get into new.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

Well... The only one that really comes to mind is Boku no Hero Academia, but I have dropped that again at this point...

Maybe Ghosts, @blairwaldcrf put that on my dash and it looked funny enough that I ended up checking it out. Though I'm unsure how far it counts since I'm not really in the fandom, I just enjoy the show.

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

HAH I am throwing this one back at YOU!! For being very lovely and being basically the only PJO blog I follow and putting the ships I like on my dash and indulging in prompts from me ^-^

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

I would love to see more content in the Shadowhunters fandom (especially for my beloved OTP, Jagnus), I'm so sad that it's been gradually fading since the show ended. Still hoping for that BBC prequel show to revive it more again ;-;

In any fandom, or all fandoms, I would love to see more amicable shipping behavior. Instead of trying to play those ships they don't like dirty, or harass shippers. Just... living with the fact that other people like other things and I'd love we would have a more curious ship environment, where we could either go "okay so our tastes differ. that's fine" or maybe even... I don't know, explore other things? Like "hey never thought about that, what do you like about it?", without the question "why do you like x" to always be meant in a judgmental way. You know what I mean?

Aaand lastly, mh... More exploratory ships in DC? It always baffles me when I think of a ship and look it up and think that this half a century old fandom would have already created stuff for it, just to come up empty with ships that really aren't that out there. I get this fandom has a ton of characters, but you'd think that with its longevity it'd have produced so so so many sub-fandoms and rarepairs that are a nice size by now?

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#also have i mentioned i wanted to befriend and tame a kraken when i was little because i'm pretty sure that stemmed from my love of this

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

sebastian, ft. his random racing stripe???

Sebastian is cute as heck

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#4

He take bath

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#3

Spud says good morning

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egg

Anon has given Spud an egg

See the full post

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My #1 post of 2022

Shoutout to my fellow plus-size people!

If you're feeling like you don't know where to shop, or what sort of places you can buy from, or if you just want to try some new places, I have some suggestions and shops that I have found work for me:

1. Pennington's - This is a chain store. It offers sizes 14-32 (x-5x); and it's pretty good for business casual. They offer everything you would find in a more "straight-sized" store, and have several different models with different body sizes and shapes to display their items online. The clothes are made to fit comfortably and the entire experience, I find, is nice because I know I will find clothes I enjoy that actually fit me. They also take into account the difference between "regular", "tall", and "petite"; which is wonderful because not all of us are the same. Check out the sizing chart and measurement guide here. Also, budget accordingly; this place can be a bit pricey, and I try to take advantage of the sales when I go.

2. store.mayakern.com (@mayakern on tumblr) - Maya Kern's store is an independent business and has given me a lot of joy and hope for online shopping. The skirts are all designed by Maya, with some exceptions being the ones that are collaborated on with other artists. All the designs are incredibly unique and very beautiful. I get so many compliments whenever I wear them!! They have wonderful large pockets that don't impede the design or silhouette at all, and they are so incredibly comfortable. I will praise these skirts all my days. Seriously, if you enjoy comfortable skirts with a unique design, give this shop a try! There is a specific sizing chart for the shop, since the skirts have a stretchy waist. The sizes available cover from a 25 inch (64cm) waist to a 66 inch (167cm) waist. Plus, there are lots of other cool items listed in-store, such as pins and journals! Be sure to pay attention to when pre-orders are if you want to order a skirt!

3. Fresh Hot Flavors - This is another store with some very cool items! Skirts, pants, shirts, shorts, and more, all with different and unique designs. They also have an entire line dedicated to Pride; their Pixel Pride Collection. Make sure to measure yourself and take a look at their sizing chart; the store covers size xxs to 6x. I ordered a couple of skirts from this store and they are very comfortable and beautiful!!

4. Witch Bitch Thrift - A thrift store that is run by and marketed to witches! Thrifting is a great way to save money and be eco-friendly. They offer images of their selection online and I've seen sizes ranging from 6x to small. It's been a long time since I found a thrift store with items I admired in my size. Definitely worth it to give this shop a look! They have online shopping and ship items worldwide, so don't worry about location! The store even offers a virtual styling session that customers can book. Clothes aren't the only thing this store offers; they also have a selection of witchy supplies!

Feel free to add other suggestions; please do not use this post as a ground for arguing about which stores you like or dislike.

Non-plus-sized people, please feel free to reblog this to signal boost it to any plus-size followers/friends you may have who might be interested!

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once again thinking abt that time ages ago when i was scrolling and found something funny and stifled a laugh so hard i got my drink up my nose. so i reblogged and said *snorts tea* and somebody immediately started just absolutely tearing into me and mocking me on their own blog. like. "oh of course [they're] like this [he]'s a white girl lmfaooooo" (pronouns adjusted bc i have since cracked my gender egg)

meanwhile i still had brisk tea dribbling from my nose (ow) and had never once heard of "tea" as the slang term for gossip/dirt/whatever until long after this incident. so i was just extremely befuddled and annoyed by the whole thing.

i don't even remember what the original post was about or the url of the person who did that. and i have no way of finding it on this accursed broken-search webbed sight. and honestly i don't want to go out of my way to try and remember. leave the blame in the past. but i hope they've grown out of ripping apart random children on the internet like the cliquish coworkers i had at a plus-size clothing store who were mortified that my *furtive glances in either direction* *hisses* cellulite *normal voice* was showing through my leggings one time.

like.

what's the idea behind trying to look skinnier than you are when you work at a plus-size clothing store? people are gonna exist in all sizes, why not be evidence that even the ones who aren't stick-thin supermodels can be confident in their fatness?

what's the point of trying to make a laughingstock of a kid who'd been kept away from internet culture against their will and hadn't immediately groked on to Everything? do you have hobbies beyond emulating Mean Girls