#also i wish i could do one of those milestone celebration things

[avasillva]

what crazy timing to hit a new follower milestone right at the start of 2023 lol

#L.rambles #thank you 💜💜💜 #also i wish i could do one of those milestone celebration things #but i dont think i’m creative enough for them lmao #still sending much love to everyone who’s tolerating my blog 💜 #cant believe i hit several milestones pretty quickly #you’re all amazing #all 5k nonporn blogs of you 💜

[boba-beom]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ late gifts | C.SB

pairing: idol!soobin x non-idol f!reader

genre: fluff! oneshot

warning(s): lowercase intended, est. relationship, endearment terms (babe, bub, my love, love), light banter (teasing each other cutely), mentions of food, if I've missed anything let me know!

summary: after having a busy schedule with absolutely no free time, you finally surprise your boyfriend with a cute amalgamation of all of his favourite things.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: this is incredibly late, but what’s new ^^’ on behalf of soobin turning 22 (int) and bc I love this man sm, here’s something sweet <3 also ty @fairybinie for beta reading!!

taglist: @bb-eilish @iggynor4 @ericyjun @bluejin0812 @luvsoobs @yeonyeonyeonjun @junniieesbby @kyrkitten  @hyuntaena @day6andetcetera @amethysts-1620 @gorechoi-backup @dainsleif-when-playable @choiwrld @yjusei @feyregels @ahnneyong @potaeto-writes-on-wp @wccycc @tyungun @lizdevorak  @fairybin @laylasbunbunny @acaiasahi @fairyoftaehyun @cha0thicpisces @vatterie @yunkiwii @prodsh00ky

your relationship with soobin was reaching it's first milestone, as well as his birthday that had just passed. if there were things you knew about soobin, it was the fact that this man would be grateful for something so simple as long as it was thought out with love and good intentions, that's all that matters to him. but as someone who likes to make the most out of these occasions, you came up with an idea of doing all the things he enjoys over the course of just one day.

it was a shame you weren't able to celebrate his birthday together, but he was in the midst of recording some content for the year-end award shows. despite his busy schedule, you always messaged him on the daily to wish him well with his agendas.

he gave you a date when he'd be free, and conveniently, so were you. with christmas around the corner, it was almost perfect timing to get together again.

“soobin!” you call after the tall, blond figure entering through the front door of your apartment. he kept the spare key with him so he could come over whenever he wanted to come see you — yet it’s been a while since he’s used it.

you're standing by the sofa in the living room and open your arms in his direction, luring him towards you.

"hey cutie, long time no see, huh?" he engulfs you into his warm hug. you let out a hum in agreement, your cheek squished against his chest as you take in the familiar scent of his signature cologne.

as your hands linger down his forearms he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours. "hey, babe?" you coo at him, "close your eyes for me until I tell you to open them, m'kay?"

"whatever it is, just please don't tickle me." he squeaks, his arms spread wide, cautious of your fingers wiggling against his waist as per usual.

his eyes are closed shut with his nose scrunched. it's tempting to take a picture of him like that but you were meaning to find the first gift out of many. you pick up the fairly large christmas bag; the one with rudolf's face and a crimson pom pom on the nose.

the bag's string was laced in your fingers until you grasped onto your boyfriend's wrist, placing the string onto his fingers, causing him to stop moving them around.

"okay, you can open your eyes now." you let out softly.

instead of opening his eyes in one go, he peaks down at the weight; one eye slowly opening and making out what you hung on his fingers. a light gasp fell from his pink-tinted lips, paired with his eyes immediately widening at the sight of the holiday-themed gift bag dangling from his hand.

"oh? but christmas isn't for another week–"

"it's your birthday and christmas gift." you grin, looking up at him.

he doesn't say anything, but raises his brows, cynical about your statement. you know that soobin isn't — and never has been — a fan of singular gifts just because his birthday is the same month as christmas. he doesn't mean to come across as selfish, but he just so happens to have more appreciation to those who consider his birthday and christmas as two separate occasions than one.

"you're a funny one, aren't you?" his arm wraps around your shoulders to pull you close to him.

"wow, I really thought I got you there." you whine at him with your bottom lip protruding. "it's your birthday present, love. go ahead and open it!"

you take a step back, the hind of your calves lightly grazing the edge of the sofa seat, and watch him break the tape from the top. he reaches into the bag and pulls out a fur-lined, khaki beige coat.

"oh! thank you bub," he gasps, "this is going to be my new favourite coat for sure." soobin's dimples dent into his cheeks as soon as he holds it up against his torso.

having your boyfriend as a winter-baby just means you get to gift him a lot of warm clothes, and you're sure he'll be wearing it throughout the whole winter season.

"I have something else for you," you sing-song. his eyes light up from your announcement, wondering what else you have in store.

"do I need to close my eyes again?"

"no, but..." you reach into your purse and hold up two tickets between your fingers.

"you got tickets for the avatar 2 movie!?" after placing down the coat, soobin wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. you wrap your arms around his neck as he giggles into your chest. "you're officially the best girlfriend ever!"

"I wasn't already the best girlfriend ever? guess I should've just asked kai to come see avatar with me." you huff, wiggling your legs for him to put you down, but he wouldn't let go.

"fine, is that how it is? I guess these bebe rhexa tickets will just be for me and kai."

you wiggle a little more with your hands on his shoulders to push away from him but it didn't work.

"wait, really?"

"nono, you were always the best girlfriend, I just wanted you to hear it! and these tickets are for us, I promise!" he winces as he struggles to keep you in his hold.

it didn't take long for you to give up and slump in his arms, waiting for him to put you back down. it was quiet for a couple of seconds until you both maintain eye contact, causing the both of you to break into laughter.

"binnie, I know you got those tickets for us." you nudge his side just to receive a questioning expression taking over his face.

"how?" he cocks his head to the side.

"it doesn't help that you forgot to stop screen share on facetime after you were showing me photos from your camera roll of the behind the scenes from the concerts." he squints hard, trying to remember that exact moment, and sighs once he realises you're right. he purchased the tickets straight after showing you the concert photos, and now it makes sense that you went silent and were looking intensely at your screen.

"well, surprise! I can't believe I'm taking my favourite person to see my other favourite person!" the grin on his face never fails to melt your heart, your boyfriend is too precious and it's coming into realisation that you've missed having him around. you want to make the most out of this day.

you turn on your phone and start typing away, searching for something.

"don't tell me you're about to tell kai that I picked you to come with me to the concert instead of him." you hear the plea in his voice, but you continue searching for something to top off the rest of the evening.

"no, love. though I would do that, I'm looking for bingsu. now, choose the flavour you want." you smile at him, turning the phone in his direction all while he looks at your smile creases by your eyes.

"yeah, I definitely have the best girlfriend ever." he leans over you, laying a kiss on your forehead before choosing his bingsu of choice.

"happy belated birthday, my love."

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[izukuisbaby]

hewwo hi ! m saur proud of u 4 hitting 2k followers my luvr <3 it's such a huge milestone rlly !! n ur celebration is also saur pretty :3

anywho 4 da celebration can i get "y/n finding katsuki's phone unlocked and outta curiosity scrolling thru it just to a find a playist w their name !"

again oml m saur prouda u angel <3

⊹˚.⋆ GOING THROUGH KATSUKI'S PHONE - MY HERO ACADEMIA

℘. flora's notes : i love u w my whole heart bro, i hope u like this 💓, also i uh made that playlist for your fictional bf and that's what took the longest in this fic u better enjoy it mf AND I kinda switched up the request I hope it's okay

℘. yes katsuki : listens to taylor swift, one direction and disney songs in secret

℘. infos : this is apart of my 2k event ! feel free to join :) fem reader.

℘. genre : pure fluff, the title is kinda misleading katsuki is not cheating and would never but he has his simp side hidden in his phone

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

you were waiting for your boyfriend to come back from sparring. katsuki gave you a spare key of his dorm for you to use whenever you needed. you were one of the privileged ones who he let into his personal space. you knew he was a private person and so you could not help but feel proud that he trusted you this way.

the door burst open and your delicate boyfriend entered. he heavily sighed and put his bag down on the floor. you sat up on his bed expectantly, waiting for him to give you attention. he turned around and saw you on his bed, which caused a gasp to escape his mouth... he was just not expecting you there.

"you scared the shit out of me dumbass, next time send a text instead of being on tik tok or whatever you do on that shitty phone", he walked over to you, kissed your forehead and stroke the back of your head with his hand. "I'll go take a shower, make yourself comfortable." he started walking towards his bathroom and right before getting in, he added : "not like you didn't already, you're a little invader I got some of your shit everywhere".

he would never admit it because, well, katsuki hates his feelings but he loves finding little pieces of you in his dorm room. scrunchies that smell like your shampoo, socks, skincare products or even left-over makeup. he cherished those items, each one of them reminded him of a memory he shared with you. the thought of you never failed to make him smile.

you heard the soft buzz of his phone in his bag and decided to take a look. you trust katsuki, he never made anything to make you doubt him and you knew he never would, he dates to marry. you were not expecting any other woman in his dms but Mina, and she has a girlfriend. but curiosity got the best of you and you wanted to see what was hidden in his phone. you first looked at the text he received, it was from Kirishima. "Denki is trying to make an impression of you looking at y/n bro and even Shoto is laughing 💀". Denki often made fun of Bakugo for being a "simp" and looking at you with "puppy eyes" which your boyfriend never ceases to deny. he did impressions of him so often that you could almost picture his act through the phone.

then you went to "notes", they were all locked but you were not surprised, your boyfriend is kind of paranoid sometimes... you tried to put your birthdate in the first one and it unlocked. "things i wish i could tell y/n", was written at the top. katsuki had troubles opening up and communicating with you because he feels weak for having feelings, you hesitated on reading its content. all things considered, you thought it would help you understand him better.

" - i love her, like the kind of love you see in movies. the one i thought didn't exist. like it's fucking stupid to write that shit in my notes but i need to get it out somehow.

- i think ill marry her if one day i get the balls to propose.

- i admire her patience, i can't help but think that going out with me is exhausting. i have a hard time controlling my emotions and i feel like she carries my brain at this point.

- i wish i could spend more time with her, but she probably needs personal space. i left her a key of my dorm, that's stupid too, but i like the idea of her spending time in my room because then it feels more of a home to me.

- i want her to feel like she's the most perfect girl I've ever met, because she is. but I care too much about people's opinion to do that. i am trying as hard as i can to be a good boyfriend but i never feel like it's enough. i don't show her off enough, i don't hold her enough, i don't talk about her enough because I'm scared shitless of falling in love and having it ruin the shell i took so long to build. and denki making fun of me for being a simp doesn't fucking help.

istg if anyone reads this I'll off myself"

you felt a bit guilty, it was more personal than you expected, and you swore not to EVER tell him about this, but it put your mind to rest. katsuki is not an easy boyfriend. he's not easy to comprehend but you love every part of him. you are willing to wait for however long it will take for him to tell you this face to face.

you heard the shower stop, you knew he would exit the bathroom any minute now, but there was one last app you wished to check, his Spotify. he had 2 playlists, his liked songs - 3 452 songs of various genres - put together in one same playlist. you sighed at how disorganized your boyfriend could be at times. and then, there was one with your name "y/n💌"

your mouth was wide open and you felt like screaming. you won at life bro, your boyfriend had a playlist dedicated to YOU. your face still had the same expression when katsuki came out of the bathroom.

- "what's with the face dumbass ? you saw a ghost or something ? "

- "you have a playlist for me" you gave him a toothy smile, which he returned.

- "yeah it's whatever, when i like, take a shower or something. DON'T TELL ANYONE" he shouted as he sat beside you. "you didn't look at anything else, right ?", your heart clenched in your chest, you didn't want to embarrass him by admitting you read his note for you.

- "Denki just sent you a text" you smiled innocently. you took his hand into yours "Katsuki, I love you and you're enough okay. Don't ever doubt yourself, I chose you for a reason" you softly told him while stroking his cheek with your free hand.

- "I KNEW YOU READ IT YOU NOISY ASS. but I'm glad you did it was kind of... heavy on me." he sighed, paused for a moment, relaxing into your touch. "i really love you y/n, I don't say it enough but I really do. love scares the shit out of me. you have the power to destroy my heart and you know how much of a control freak i can be. I trust you with my weaknesses, don't use then against me... please"

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[mylevisdontfitanymore]

I would looooove if you could write a little something about Steve and Bucky celebrating Bucky reaching weight gaining milestones. Stuff like going up his first size, out growing his drivers seat, reaching 300,400, 500 etc (maybe also reaching immobility?? If that’s not too extreme haha sorry just a wish)

Like do they celebrate with feast, a special meal that has emotional meaning to them, buying Bucky new clothes/gifts?

Thank you for indulging me!

Not gonna lie, I am BAD at actual numbers and knowing what someone would look at that size so.... this might be rough, but I'm trying and I'm not thinking too hard because, uh, horny brain = dumb

Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink, lots of stuffing, weight gain, some immobility, etc.

I think the through line of all these milestones is one thing: stuffing.

It might seem kind of unimaginative because aren't they just stuffing Bucky to make him gain anyway? What's special about stuffing him when he reaches a milestone? Well. Let me tell you -

When Bucky reaches a milestone, Steve makes sure the stuffing is extra ✨️special✨️

He goes all out, making sure to get anything and everything that Bucky has been recently craving, and ensuring that he orders as much as he can that way there's no interruptions in their session. He also ensures that Bucky is pampered throughout the stuffing. Anything he wants, he gets. Steve isn't mean when he doesn't hit milestones, not unless Bucky wants him to be 😏, but he's more inclined to let Bucky struggle, sweating and panting and rubbing his own tummy. When he hits a milestone, Steve will all but pat his damp forehead dry, handfeed him every little bite, peel his grapes, cut his food into bite-sized pieces, rub his belly, belly him put his feet back to recline under his growing gut, and anything and everything else.

Steve makes it worth his while. They both are obsessed with Bucky's weight gain, if they weren't, they wouldn't be hitting so many milestones to begin with, and they both know that, but these celebratory stuffing milestones are Steve's way to really, truly express that obsession. That admiration. He can't fucking believe that Bucky is growing so large and round for him. The weight is piling on. It's incredible.

200

Bucky starts his weight gain journey around 180lbs, so the first 20 pounds don't really look that different. Unless someone is really looking for that extra little bit of softness, they wouldn't see it. His face is a tiny, tiny bit rounder. His ribs are less visible. His belly pooches out, it's no longer flat, but he could also could just be bloated. It's not huge (not yet 😏). His thighs and waist aren't really noticeably larger, either, they're squishier but... not bigger, really.

Those first 20lbs are different, though.

20lbs.

That is an accomplishment.

Bucky's body is changing.

Steve and Bucky can't wait to see him change even more. Rounder. Bigger. Fatter. Yes. So... in anticipation of getting larger, they celebrate these 20 pounds with a stuffing and unknowingly set the tone for the rest of their milestone celebrations.

They celebrate with a stuffing. Bucky's most indulgent stuffing yet.

Steve orders take out from several different restaurants, having the deliveries staggered so none of Bucky's food gets cold while he works on the first course. Bucky jokes halfway through the second order that if all of Steve's orders for him are so massive, he won't last through another one! There's no way! He's already running out of room. His gut is heavy, getting heavier. He's not chubby enough yet for his tummy to be squishy when he's full. He's full. He's taut. He can press his fingers into the tight, round, surface pushing out from his ribs, but it aches when he does. He can feel all that food in there.

Steve takes over when the next course arrives, feeding him with one hand, rubbing his starter belly with the other. Massaging him to softness so they can wedge more calories in him.

"C'mon, yeah, yeah, that's it," Steve encourages, drooling as if he's the one filling up on rich, delicious food, not the other way around, "swallow it, good boy, you got this. You can do it. You gotta keep eating. Doesn't this feel good?"

Bucky moans, chewing and throwing his head back to swallow, feeling the food push down his throat in a sizable lump and land on top of the mound of food bloating him into a round balloon. It does feel good.

Really good.

"Yeah, I know, baby," Steve replies, shoveling more into his mouth for him, "don't you want more? You wanna feel even better. You wanna get even fatter."

Bucky mumbles his agreement, "yesh," through his food, even though it's a rhetorical question. This does feel incredible. He really does want more. More food. More of Steve's big, heavy hands on his growing, gurgling belly. More fat. More stretch marks. More achy cramps from muscles pulled tight. More fullness. More. More. More.

Could he already be addicted to this?

The doorbell rings again.

Delivery.

Bucky groans, dropping his head back and shutting his eyes just to swallow. He really doesn't know.

"Looks like you'll get your wish," Steve sounds like he's wearing a shit-eating grin.

Fuck.

"Don't worry," he gives Bucky another quick forkful before standing up and moving toward the door, "it looks like you'll get your wish, baby."

Bucky swallows; his stomach whines, making his dick twitch. So. full. "Uh-huh," he puffs.

"It's just dessert," Steve softens, smiling and coming over with, thank fuck, just one bag of take out.

By the time Bucky has demolished the bag, courtesy of Steve shoveling bite after bite after bite between Bucky's sugary, sweet lips, Bucky's head is spinning. Steve is rubbing his belly around where Bucky's hands are glued to his excessive, domed tummy. He's never been rounder. He's never eaten more - not on Thanksgiving, not on Christmas, not during any of their stuffing sessions before. He's never seen himself so big. He's never -

He's breathing so hard.

He's sweating buckets.

He's tight.

He's hard.

He's full.

He's never been so stuffed. Speaking of Thanksgiving, he feels like a gorged turkey. Packed. Dense. Oooh. Fuck. He groans. It feels so good. Why does it feel so good? It should feel bad! His stomach is throbbing, tight and achy, but so is his cock. He's not used to how connected his cock and belly are still. How can his stomach swelling make him so horny? 😫😫

Fuck it, he doesn't care when it's so good!

It gets even better when, with awe and arosual in his voice, Steve tells Bucky he's done. He finished everything. There's nothing left.

"Oh my god, you're a blimp-"

Bucky shivers, blinking his eyes open and gaping, food-drunkenly, down at himself. His gut.

His. gut.

"Look at you," Steve coos, rubbing him.

Bucky can't let go of himself.

He's-

He's big.

So big.

He can't believe this is real.

"You're, God, I've never seen you so," he trips over his words, truly fucking thrilled, "so fat."

Bucky whines, he wants to shout, I know! I know! But he can't speak, he's breathing too hard.

"What do you say, baby, wanna take this party to the bedroom, stretch out? Let this tummy bloat?"

Fuuuuck.

He's so stuffed and -

And he's gonna grow bigger. Steve is so right. All that grease and fat and rich sweetness from the takeout. He's going to bloat even bigger. He might pop! He does need to stretch out! He nods.

How much weight has he gained sitting here, in pure food? How much weight is he going to gain, digesting all this food? How fat can he possibly get?

"Alright, up you get, then," Steve murmurs, getting up himself first. After, he looks at Bucky expectantly.

Trying his hardest, Bucky fights the heavy mound of his gut, sticking straight out from his torso, solid with food. He heaves, once, twice, three times, he, he-

He can't get up.

Bucky gasps for air around his stretched belly. His lungs are crushed. Short of breath from being so round. Bucky wants to moan, but he doesn't have the air for that either. His hands scramble against the tight, hard surface of his belly, reaching for something, anything to pull himself up, but not getting anywhere because he doesn't want to stop touching himself. He can't stop touching himself. He feels so good. Solid. Round. Tight.

Steve-

Steve watches him with dark, intense eyes. Looking at him like he wants to take a bite of him. "Are, are you-" he doesn't finish. He can't.

Bucky whimpers thinly, nodding urgently. He is. He really is too big to get himself up off the couch. That's never happened before! He's too stuffed! Too round!

Bucky is ungodly turned on.

All he can think about is how good he feels and how much he can't wait until he doesn't have to be stuffed to feel like this. He wants to be so fat that he can't get up even when his belly is empty, except, wait, no! He never wants his belly to be empty again. He wants to be stuffed always. He wants to be stuffed twice as large as he is right now because he wants all this heavy, heavy food to be fat. Soft-yet-firm fat. Wobbling and round. He wants-

Steve jerks him up by the wrists. He's panting, too. He has no excuse. He's not stuffed to the point of the best kind of achy, throbby pain.

Steve's large, strong hands land on his hips, suddenly steering him - walking behind him with his lips to Bucky's ear - "c'mon tubby, you need your rest to work through all these calories," his fingers caress the impossibly round belly attached to Bucky. His belly. His belly! That's all Bucky's! "Let's get you to bed." Steve's voice lowers to a whisper, "I'm gonna lay you back and suck the fuck outta your dick, baby, this is the hottest shit I've ever seen. I can't believe you vacuumed all that food up. You're a little, well," he chuckles, "maybe not little, but you're a black hole."

Bucky leans his bigger mass back into Steve, stumbling, toddling, and weak at the knees from his words.

Fuck.

He's going to do anything to keep hitting milestones. All of this is so unbearably hot. The excess. The fullness. The weight.

300

Again, when Bucky finally, fucking finally, yet also so soon, how has it been so long since he was 200 lbs and no time at all with how fast the weight is piling on - ballooning in thick, chubby rolls - they celebrate with a stuffing where Bucky eats as much as he possibly can.

Engorging himself beyond belief. Fatter, fatter, fatter. Rounder, rounder, rounder. The numbers just keep ticking up. From 180 to 200 to 250 to 300. It's so satisfying to watch those digital numbers tick up, almost as satisfying as rubbing his hands over the dome of his belly, pushing out from his plump moobs.

This time -

This time, when Bucky eats as much as he can, stuffing himself, it's so much more.

More.

More in that Bucky and Steve start at a restaurant, dining in. Steve chooses Bucky's order. Steve makes sure to get a dish he knows Bucky loves, but going for the more indulgent, more expensive order that Bucky wouldn't dare if he were in control. The plate is massive. Stacked with food.

Steve remembers when Bucky's eyes would've gone wide, thinking how will I possibly fit all of that inside me?

Now, the opposite happens. His eyelids hang heavily over his eyes, pupils expanding and darkening. He's thinking, I can't wait to put all of this inside me and more.

"You hungry, baby?" Steve asks, playing footsy with him under the table.

Bucky knocks their shoes together, "mmm-hmm," he moans, dramatically shutting his eyes and inhaling deeply at the aroma of his food.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Dig in, tubby."

Bucky moans softly under his breath, obeying.

He shovels the meal into his mouth in record time, practically licking his plate clean and moaning around the taste even though he's stuffing himself so effectively that Steve doesn't possibly know how he can taste it. Steve lets his meal last... Bucky will need a little time to digest between now and the food they're going to have waiting at home. Fucking bless scheduled deliveries.

Steve orders them dessert to go, having their waiter box it up. The fudgy cake will be perfect to top Bucky off after his second and third courses. Maybe his fourth, too. Steve and Bucky are on the same page with pushing limits. Bucky will end tonight tight as a drum and round enough to roll. He can't think like that if he wants to get up any time soon, though. 🥵

"St-" Bucky pauses to burp into his fist, "Steve," he moans, shifting in his creaking, wooden kitchen table chair. He's nearly too heavy for it even when he's not stuffed with 10 or more pounds of dinner.

"What, baby?" Steve's fingers feel cool against Bucky's damp, feverish forehead, brushing a stray strand of hair out of the way.

Bucky can hardly breathe, his gut is pressing into his body so much. It feels like he hasn't got room. He needs. He -

"Steve," he moans again.

"Babyyy," Steve rubs firm circles on the tight, tight surface of his belly, "what is it?"

"Guh," he complains. He can feel sweat pooling at the base of his spine, above his thick ass, arched with the weight at his front. He can feel dampness under his arms and between his bloated belly and round, fat pecs. He might be sweating in the crease of his double chin. God. When did eating become such hard work?

"Do you need to get outta this chair, Buck? Is it too small for you? Huh?"

Bucky nods, burping and moaning at the same time. Every release of pressure feels so fucking good.

He knows he can get more in, he wants to get more in, he just needs-

Oof.

He needs to get more horizontal. He's being pressed in on, on all sides; the arms of the chair digging into his blubbery, stacked, and stretch-marked sides; the back of the chair pressing into his big, big ass; his belly so tight and full that it's hurting his lungs. His poor body. He's compressed and about to pop.

"Alright, fatty," Steve softens, grabbing his thickening wrists and pulling him forward.

It takes effort.

Steve has to heave, grunting. Bucky has to put in all his strength against his weight. The chair creeeeaks.

"Ugh!" Bucky groans, his arms trying to soothe his sloshing belly. He can't, though, Steve is still grabbing him, still trying to get him up. Fuck. Fuck, he's such a fat ass. How can eating be such hard work? How can struggling to get up feel so good? How can getting fat be so luxurious? Fatter. Getting fatter. He was already fat.

Finally, Bucky's sides unstuck. Unwedged. Popping free.

He nearly topples forward, all his weight fighting gravity going forward, forward, forward and-

Steve steadies him with a laugh, "woah, there," patting him on the bowed out side.

Bucky's whole belly ripples. Christ. He's never felt fatter. His back complains, arching more. It's like he's pregnant. God. Oh, God, what did he eat that was so heavy? How did he get so heavy?

He staggers after Steve, going wherever he leads. Panting. Wobbling. Struggling. The thing that keeps him from taking a break, asking for a breather like a true fatty, is more. More food. He gets more after this.

More.

He's not done yet.

This celebration is going to end with a bang. That bang might be Bucky popping.

Fuck.

He's gonna explode.

Sitting on the couch is easier than sitting at the table. The couch doesn't force him to sit up so straight. It's easier. He can feel all the food shifting inside him, glorping and sloshing. He almost feels... hungry. On the couch, he can leave his arms splayed out by his throbbing sides, giving himself room to bloat. Rounder. Tighter. Skin flushing redder. Fuck. Mooore. He moans for it.

More.

Steve answers his cries, hand feeding him. He takes care of Bucky so well, and with every bite Bucky moans - he swears he can feel himself growing with each bite.

He might, fuck, it's so intense that he might black out. All he knows is there's a barrage of food that's going down his gullet and landing in the massive pot that is his gut. Tight. Tight. Tight.

At some point, he's done. He can't breathe. His lungs can't expand. There's no room in his body. His belly is completely solid. Stuffed to the absolute brim. Gluttonous bliss. All of the fat that's grown on his heavy frame feels a hell of a lot less jiggly suddenly.

Shit.

Fuck.

He huffs. He puffs.

Steve is talking to him, telling him something about how hot he is. So full and stuffed. Sitting on his ass, getting bigger. Larger. Gonna be so huge.

It all rolls over Bucky. He can only focus on the pulse of his racing heart in his belly. He, he-

Steve rubs his gut, and he swears it's so good he might cream in his underwear. His underwear feels too tight. He's never been so impossibly packed. Solid all the way through. He'll never move again. He's never felt so fucking huge. He's never felt more fucking sexy. Everything about this is sexy. Blindingly so. Greedy. Excessive. Gluttonous.

Steve's fingers stray from Bucky's struggling, stretched skin over his broad gut and dip into his shallow belly button.

"OH!" Bucky wails. He's so sensitive there! It tingles, and the hot, thick pleasure shoots electrically straight to his dick where it's trapped under the boulder of his belly.

Steve fucks his belly button with his fingers, thrusting, curling, pressing.

"Ohhhh, oh, ohh, God!"

Steve keeps at it. Fingering his belly. He's trying to jiggle and wobble his fat, but he's so tight. He's too packed. Made illogically huge.

Pleasure curls hot and tight and electric inside Bucky. How is there room?! It's even more intense now than it was before - how full he is. He's going to come. He's going to pop. Burst. Explode. Fat. Fatter. The weight of his gut on his swollen cock is good but really, it's just that he's been rewired to find his gut insanely erotic. He's grown, and he's gotten more sensitive. His nerves feel like they're most alive over his gut. Steve's thick fingers in his belly button are what's doing him in.

Christ!

Bucky wails when he comes, his dick entirely untouched. His poor, abused, stretched belly the only thing getting loved on.

Steve stares, stunned. "Fuck, I fucking love you, glutton," he rasps, nearly speechless.

400

Bucky is 400 lbs, and he has truthfully never felt so good.

It's so much effort to walk - to do all these small little tasks that were effortless when he weighed over 200 lbs less - but it feels good to walk, too. He's started waddling. Just a little. Unsteady. Heavy. His legs are thick, and his chubby thighs jiggle, sweatpants about to burst at the seams. His love handles shake and rub against his chubby arms with every plodding stride he takes, the hem of his shirt slowly coming up to expose his stretch-marked, soft fat. His belly gurgles and sloshes, dragging his back into a painful arch with all the weight it adds onto the front of his blubbery, round body. His moobs bounce, all this excessive, obscene cleavage straining against the stretched fabric of his t-shirt. Just walking makes his dick hard now.

Yeah.

He's fucked up. He's fucked up on food.

He always had a thing for food, there's no denying that, but Steve has trained him so well. He gets so hard for anything around food. Calories. Fat. All of it.

Bucky is almost always drunk with excessive fullness and gluttony, aching for more.

More.

Steve stuffs him, giving him what he wants. Moremoremoremore. Greedy fucking glutton.

Bucky already has past the point of fullness where he can keep going on his own tonight during this celebratory stuffing. He isn't walking right now. He's simply feeding. His belly is throbbing.

Full to the top.

No extra room.

Still, more food is being shoved inside him. Shoved down his throat. Added to the immense, thick fat already on his frame.

Bucky groans around the food in his mouth. His mouth floods with saliva. Good. It tastes so good. He can feel his stomach stretching. Preparing for more.

More.

There is only the need to get more. Grow more. Fatten up more. Become as massive as he can until he can't walk - until lying down is the same blissful sensory experience of walking. Rolls rubbing against rolls, stacked up, he's so big. His body has no more room for fat. So incredibly excessive.

Steve chuckles at his loud outburst, begging for more, "that's it, baby," he murmurs, his fingers gently running down his throat, coaxing him to swallow. "Take it. Get bigger for me."

Yes.

Bucky moans again.

More.

There's just a little bit left.

A little bit more.

Chewing and swallowing, desperate simply to grow, Bucky finishes the last of the feast. Bite by bite. Swallow by swallow. Exactly what Steve gives him, Bucky consumes. Encouraged not only by the lust inside him, just as heavy and oppressive as the mass of calories in his belly, but by the way Steve stares at him. His eyes are heavy. Dark. His hands are greedy, rubbing, pinching, wobbling - playing.

Playing with him.

Playing with his fat. Playing with Bucky. His fat, pet glutton. His own bloated playground of softness. Unbearably sexy for them both. Bucky is living it and breathing it, and Steve is watching it, eyes glued. He's never seen something more obscene.

Bucky moans. He burps. The pressure inside of him is immense. He feels immense. He can barely stomach it.

So. much.

Bucky wants to get up. Not to get away - he doesn't want to stop, just the opposite, this is all he wants forever - but he wants to waddle into their bedroom and get horizontal to really feel the intense fullness, to feel all the heaviness on his lungs, to feel what he's done to his body. Grown. Increased. Swelled. Fattened.

Bucky can't get up, though. It's not even that he's too full. He is too full! But. But... He can't. He can't fucking get up. He couldn't if he tried. It's too fucking hot. Hot and heavy. He's too heavy. There's too much fat in his way. Way, way too much fat. He's made himself so fat. Steve's made him so fat. He's so big. Getting bigger.

Bigger. God. Was their ever a hotter word?

Steve groans, and he squeezes Bucky's prized gut. His gut wobbles in thick, slow waves, even with how full he is. Solid. Stuffed. Bucky can't believe it. The way it feels-

Christ.

It's orgasmic.

So fat.

So thick.

So heavy.

With a long, satisfied moan, Bucky's hips try to jerk forward. He's too heavy. He can't move. Stuffed and entirely immobilized. His body moves, though. His belly. Waves. Fat. Thick.

Heavy.

Oh, God.

It's too much.

Bucky short fucking circuits, electricity shocking through him, white, hot heat that makes him come messily, grinding against the underside of his completely full, flabby belly.

Fuck!

Steve is on him before his head stops spinning, spreading his thighs WIDE to accommodate for Bucky's thick girth. He's grinding against Bucky's blubber, which is pushing all his sensitive, thick fat hard and harder against Bucky's sensitive cock. He just came! He can't come again! He can't! He can't! Oh, God. He can't even see straight. Nothing has felt so good. So indulgent and decadent.

Steve shoves the last, last bite of food messily between Bucky's gaped, moaning lips, muffling his desperate, wailing sound, and forcing Bucky to swallow breathlessly. He licks at Steve's fingers, still struggling to breathe, and that's what sets Steve off. That show of pure fucking gluttony. Nearly bursting at the seams and still mindlessly accepting more.

500

For the first time, when Bucky is officially waddling and heaving for breath every time he moves - not even when he's walking! Just when he's moving! Shifting from laying to sitting up, changing his position on the couch, crouching to dig through their always stoked pantry, whatever - Steve doesn't make enough food and doesn't order enough food for Bucky to get fully stuffed during their celebratory orgy of gluttony.

Gluttony on gluttony on gluttony 🥴🥴

All compounding into one rich, pampered, too decadent feast. It's such a feast that just getting a whiff of all the foods that are laid out for Bucky to put down would make you gain weight. POUNDS of weight. Easily.

Still, ALL of what Steve has set out is not enough.

Bucky has grown into such a pig, no, a hog, NO, such a whale that the courses, courses, and courses are food do not satisfy the greedy beast inside of Bucky's wobbling, endlessly round belly.

Steve has to order more food for Bucky when they're winding down to the last few platefuls. God. He's so fat that even when he's approaching full, then, after they get their next order of take out and Bucky's moaning about being on the cusp of bursting, he's all soft and round.

Other than the way that his skin glistens with sweat, the way that his feminine, heavy chest heaves and jiggles, and the way that he moans excessively loud, unable to shut his mouth, unable to shut up... you would never know that he's full to the brim. Packed. Stuffed. No more room. It looks like there's plenty of room in that gut. There has to be! How could anyone so sinfully fat ever be satisfied? You don't get to Bucky's impressive, lavish size without pushing yourself to the limits. Yeah, Bucky's habit of gorging himself until he's stuck on his back has never been more visible than it is now. Steve loves to see it.

Steve loves ordering Bucky more food. His dick is hard, he's already come once. Bucky has, too. They just couldn't wait. Why would they wait? They're indulging tonight. They're celebrating. They can do whatever the fuck they want.

"Steeeeve, Steve, Steve, 'm gonna fucking pop. Swear to God," Bucky slurs between bites of food, he's still fucking eating like he's ravenous, digging into his feast in the same way that a starved predator digs into a luscious, juicy fresh kill. There is no time to worry about such silly sensations as fullness. It is not every day that prey is caught and torn into. Bucky must take what he can get. He must stuff himself like a predator. Moaning, burping, groaning, gut gurgling through its excessive bounty. It drives Steve insane. "'M really gonna, gonna explode this time, oooooh," he grips his tummy, chubby hands scrambling over the roundness attached to his ballooned body. He looks like one of those people from Wall-E.

Like he's never walked on his own two feet. All fat. Round, soft, soft fat.

Steve slaps his gut, reveling, perversely, in the way that Bucky groans and how deep his hand sinks into his blubber. He really is a whale. He's not meant to walk. Yet, he's too fat to swim now. He can't go anywhere. He can't do anything but eat. Glut. Consume. Gorge. Stuff.

"Jesus Christ," Steve growls.

"Mmmmmnghh," Bucky senselessly moans. "So. Fat." He pants.

"Sooo fat," Steve agrees darkly, "you're so huge, baby."

"Wanna be," he pouts.

"You don't have to want to be. You are, fatty. You are the biggest. The fattest. I can't believe how fat you've gotten. I can hardly see your stomach bulging through all this fat!" Steve swallows his drool, "just look, Buck-!"

Bucky obediently looks down, his sweet, round face developing another chin.

Christ.

Steve could blow his load all over those chins right now, untouched. He doesn't. Instead, Steve squeezes all the soft fat that's malleable and thick despite being stretched around his throbbing belly, then he shakes it.

Bucky's fat moves. "Guh, mmm, fuck, Steve," Bucky gasps, he tries to hold his belly in place, he's so sensitive! He can't take it! It does nothing, though. Steve is shaking his whole gut. He's pressing his hands into his fat. He's trying to find his rock-solid gut under all that blubber. But it's too much! There's too much! Steve can't feel anything, so he keeps going. Bucky can do nothing because he can't even reach all of his gut. His arms aren't long enough. His stomach is so huge.

So. huge.

All of him is so huge.

Steve's plan, post endless stuffing, was to get Bucky onto his hands and knees and see how close his gut is to the floor, but... looking at him like this, feeling him like this, he knows it won't work. Bucky is too round. Bucky is too big. Bucky is too much of a whale, his gut is too round to let his hands and knees touch the ground, although...

He squeezes one last time, Bucky whimpers, "Steeeeve, 'm too full!"

Maybe all that blubber would squish out around his sides, and he'd get stuck like that. His belly and piled up, excessive fat would prevent his arms and legs from being able to move. Bucky would just kneel there, moaning, his fat wobbling while Steve fucks him, on the cusp of filling him more. Giving him just enough to really make him burst. Too much.

Maybe Steve should carry out his plans.

Maybe Steve will carry out his plans to fuck his butter ball... once he digests some.

Steve isn't strong enough to move Bucky without any imput from the food drunk, pleasure drunk glutton himself. 500. God. How did he get so big? How did he grow so large? When did his appetite become entirely bottomless? The mind willing, only the flesh weak.

Flesh.

Fatty, pale flesh stretched to the point of a hot, red stain and stripes covering him. Overindulged. Overfed. Fattened. Ballooned into an unrecognizable, excessive, burping, groaning whale from the slim, svelte, charming man. Steve doesn't hardly recognize him, though. Steve knows that this is what Bucky was always meant to be. Bucky was meant to be so massive. Luxury. Soft. He slaps the perverse surface of his domed middle again.

Bucky sobs, "fatter, fatter," he whines, "gonna get bigger!"

"Fuck yeah, you are, tubs," Steve can hardly scramble into his lap now, there is no room with his gut in the way, "you're gonna keep growing, you're gonna get bigger." He humps that irresistible, soft, but stuffed belly. "You're never gonna stop. You couldn't. You won't."

"Fatter! More! Steve! Make me fatter!" Bucky chants, agreeing desperately. He can't even twitch into Steve humping him, so he just moans recklessly. Craving. More food. More sex. More indulgence. He needs it. Neither of them can actually imagine what he will look like any bigger than he is, but they will find out. He needs to grow until the couch and the bed can't hold him. Too fat. Too heavy. Too much. Yes.

Yeah 🥵🥵

(Here's a short add on!)

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #writerkenna #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #chubby bucky #fat bucky #immobility

[foreverformula1]

Chain Bear put the words I have been struggling to come out with quite gracefully.

It is one thing for drivers like Alonso and such to do this as they were born and little when Senna passed away, but it gets a tiny bit weird when drivers born 20+ years after his death do this. It feels “forced”. I don’t blame them for this, especially not individually. I am referring the broader aspect of it.

And surely I do not want the F1 community to forget about it! But the more time passes, the more this level of dedication gets weird. By “this level of dedication” I mean multiple drivers doing this almost every anniversary (or similar milestones of Senna).

I also want to add that although it is very much reasonable for companies and brands that once were affiliated with Senna to do this, it is…interesting when it’s a regular yearly thing to make projects to show respect to him. I indeed suspect that many brands in general (not just F1!) do some stuff to make it look like they have something going on for them, to look nice and respectful and I believe that some are genuinely wishing people a good Chinese lunar year and care about Bees, Earth, Friendship day etc or even I understand if they do these things “just because, but with a innocent nice thought behind”; but why would brands/people that have nothing to do with Chinese lunar year or Ramadan other than MAYBE affiliations with countries that believe in those make multiple posts, projects and products? Weather they sell merch/products with this concept or not, it feels first of all an excuse to “celebrate” and public display of “You see? We have things in our calendar, we are not a doormat company”, in this case of gratitude, sometimes it feels like a way to remind people that at least at some point, they had things going on within themselves, and they still can come back; I assume it’s maybe for the workers there, not just the public. Also to remind others of their own greatness and legacy. When products are involved it gets more obvious; they use the opportunity like a party+to release limited edition designs when they could do that any other day but they want to bank money from minimal red T-shirts for CLNY. Just to make the designers do something different (good for them) and showcase versatility. But no concrete belief or thought behind. -Assuming none o few of the people in the board don’t share the culture one bit and are just being nice. But you can be nice without making it your image for a week when don’t care that much deep down. That’s what performative means. Surely, it is different for individual people, but you get the message.

I don’t blame anyone one bit, especially it is the 25th (?) anniversary since he passed away. And it is public knowledge that the multiple of 5 are milestone years for ANY brand or person. So the emphasis this year is normal, especially considering the Netflix documentary about his story coming out soon.

I have been wondering this for at least the past 2 weeks: Would X person would want to be remembered to THIS length by individual people twice a year every single year? Because it’s kind of okay and “personal” if not every year.

In general, many public figures have been doing a lot of public over gratification. Especially the more famous the other person is. Sometimes they enhance it in the period in which the other person is getting “viral” again. Over gratification is a problem beyond late celebrities. I have been seeing it a lot in MANY ways. A lot of times pushed by the expectations of the public, seeing as the result in not publicly displaying it to them, results in nasty responses from them. This is a broader discourse for another time. But yes, in (I think) all of these many cases of different types of over gratification which has risen in the past 7 years, it feels performative. Even if they genuinely care, it always seems a bit performative for the public, to “humble” themselves. (Nowadays, people seem desperate for celebrities to get humbled-but once again, this is another long topic for another time on another blog).

An example in F1 which I can give though, is exchanging helmets. Probably some like it as it could be fun to keep a memory of the other with themselves but…If it were me, I would rather give away my trophies than helmet; helmet tell my history + I basically wore them + I wouldn’t care less of other people’s sweaty hats, I know that if I were a driver, I would customize my helmet each GP, therefore they would be collected in my home. The trophies can all stay to the team (not other drivers), except first and last and the aesthetically pleasing ones…returning to the original line of thought, maybe indeed because some drivers might not care, I would feel less confident to do this. They don’t care if they switch their own helmet for another, will they admire my helmet like I do and polish it every month or hide it somewhere because it is less important than their owns but more symbolic/pricy and delicate? Those are all theories. Take it with a grain of salt. But yes, helmet switching is a sign of mutual gratification. I wouldn’t do it but I am neutral-positive of the thought is there for drivers. Beautiful thought though, to whoever started this recently.

#f1 #formula one #formula 1 #mine #ayrton senna

[lovealexhunt]

I am... Mental Health Awareness Month

I've spent a while trying to decide what I wanted to share this mental health awareness month. I've shared self-care tips before. I've shared positive affirmations. I've shared my story. I've shared resources. I talked about fandom bullying and anon hate, as well as respecting fandom space and not being someone's friend. I could have done all of those things again, but I wanted something different. So I had the thought of just reframing thoughts on mental health and even our own view of our struggles. 

Mental health struggles are often shadowed by stigma and shame. Even though the conversation has shifted over the past several years, there is still so much more that needs to be changed and addressed.

I can't speak for anyone other than myself, but I know that even when I post about my struggles with anxiety, depression, OCD, and suicidal ideations, I still personally feel shame. I still feel there is something "wrong" with me. I still wish it could be different. That thinking is keeping me from getting past my struggles. I don't think I'm alone here.

It's time to reclaim our narratives and celebrate our victories because that's what we're doing every day. I might still struggle every single day but I'm here! I am resilient strong and victorious in my struggle. And if you're reading this, and have struggled yourself, you are all those things too! You are here and that is such a wonderful thing and it's something to celebrate!

Every journey through mental health challenges is unique, but within each story lies moments of courage, resilience, and triumph. By reframing our experiences as success stories, we not only acknowledge the strength it takes to navigate these challenges but also inspire hope in others. Let's shift the conversation from one of struggle to one of empowerment, where we highlight the milestones achieved, the lessons learned, and the growth we have made. 

So here is my challenge for you this mental health awareness month, take a moment to claim your victory. If you feel comfortable, join me in sharing your mental health successes (no matter how big or small). Healing is possible. We are not defined by our struggles. We are resilient and courageous!

Take a moment to find your "I am" statement(s). Claim your victory and remind yourself you are so much more than what your mind tells you. There are many to choose from in the images above but there is also a blank one if you'd like to make your own! 

💖dani

Need help? International Emergency & Suicide Hotlines for over 100 countries

[other mental health posts and resources by me]

#mental health #mental health matters #self care #self-care #iam #depression #anxiety #ocd #suicide survivor #tw: suicide #tw: depression #tw: anxiety #lovealexhunt

[xxsycamore]

Mooooo!! Congratulations again on the milestone! You deserve the very best! 💕

Can I request Nice!Keith + 🤭? I wonder if my man will get flustered, heehee

Thank you so much!!

This request made me daydream so much and the idea kept getting bigger until I was worried about squeezing it into a drabble 🥹 Thank so much you for this!!

[🤭] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚎!𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛…

NICE!KEITH:

It was just earlier today when during a tea party with Yves, Licht, and Keith, you made an offhand mention of your recent sleeping problems. You surely didn't mean to worry anyone, yet Prince Keith's concern got him offering a remedy right away, much to your surprise. And just like that, the two of you excused yourselves to a destination you were yet to find out about...

"This meadow should do. It might look devoid of any diversity of what we're looking for, but those small plants are hard to miss at first glance. Let me show you."

You let Prince Keith's shadow lead you as you watch your step through the tall grass, still bewildered at how quickly he initiated this impromptu outing... His vast herbal medicine knowledge is guaranteed to supply him with quite a few insomnia-fighting tricks up his sleeve, but you didn't suspect preparing them could be this fun.

"Some good aromatic flowering herbs for our sachet would include camomile, lavender, verbena, sage. We could be picking them separately if you wish this to happen faster. The last three could look rather similar to each other so please don't hesitate to consult me..."

...And not only would it leave you with the memory of this experience, but it would also leave you with a memento from Prince Keith to keep under your pillow - as intended to be used. But if there's one thing more pleasant than the process of making the sachet, it's watching Prince Keith doing it while also having an excuse to talk about something he's passionate about.

There's no one around for miles, and your voice is guaranteed to come out small; yet you whisper your remark directly into the ear of the conveniently crouching down Keith...

The endearing sight you make is already guaranteed to give me sweet dreams tonight, Prince Keith.

Just as you wonder where that burst of confidence came from, Keith's reaction wipes your mind clear of anything that doesn't revolve around the sight he makes - now a little more than just endearing as you called it, with his reddened cheeks and wide eyes showing their beautiful golden color. Despite the reassurance about how much he's of help to you, Keith seems to have gotten anything but more determined to piece this sachet together for you...

∎ Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event | 💌 event masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince keith #ikepri keith #keith howell #ikemen prince keith howell #ikepri nice keith #ikemen prince nice keith #ikemen keith #steal my heart!! xxsycamore's 1500 followers celebration event

[tangledbea]

I was just thinking about Wish and all the blatant references in it. I remember watching it in theaters and at first I thought "Okay cute, the friends are the dwarves, that citizen wants long hair, funny homage, Asha's looking at the stars like Tiana, that's nice..." then it all went downhill to "Just. Stop." by the climax. Especially the Asha/Fairy Godmother theory: as a POC I find that very offensive. Then I realized... Tangled was the 50th DAC movie, and it also had lots of references. (1)

There were all the hidden items in the tower, Pinocchio in the Snuggly Duckling, and the books in the library referencing other Disney movie covers. Not to mention the New Dream scenes that were similar to other DP couples, like the boat (Ariel/Eric), the dying love confession (Belle/Adam) and the whole princess + thief premise (Aladdin/Jasmine). And yet, those easter eggs didn't stop Tangled from being its own unique film. Same goes for Encanto, the 60th movie, and it referenced others, too (2) I think both Encanto and Tangled can still hold up as classic, rewatchable movies despite the anniversary celebrationz because the writers/directors/general crew put the references in the background. They were fun to find out about, but you don't need to know about them to still enjoy it. Wish, on the other hand... I feel like you would have to literally watch all the DAC movies and then some (Mary Poppins) before it even begins to hold up to the standards of the previous 'celebration' films (3) And even then, the story relies on the callbacks to get you to enjoy it. If I stripped Wish of every single Easter egg it had, I'd be left with barely a shell. Meanwhile, if I did the same to Tangled, the result would be pretty much the exact same movie. TLDR: Tangled is a much better anniversary movie than Wish, and that's a fact. So those are my thoughts, thanks so much for reading all this, I appreciate it! :D (4)

The thing is, the other movies you mentioned (Tangled and Encanto) were markers of "how many animated movies they've released" milestones, while Wish was 100 years of the Disney company. It's not the same kind of milestone at all, because it was marking time rather than progress. Not that this is excusing Wish of its disappointing story, but expressing the difference between the movies and the studio's approach to them. Tangled and Encanto (which, by the way, is my second favorite Disney movie from recent years) weren't written to be the 50th movie and the 60th movie. They were written to be their own things and happened to fall in line with the 50th and 60th release. In fact, some numbers had to be fudged a little in order to make Tangled line up with the 50th release, and Encanto was the tenth one after Tangled. Disney didn't even expect Encanto to do well, and were blown out of the water with surprise when it became a smash hit. Where as Wish was "crafted" (I use the word loosely) to be the 100 year celebration of the company.

Every time I find out more about earlier concepts of the film that they opted not to use (the Star being a prince, the king and queen being a power couple villain duo) I get very frustrated and angry about what we could have had. They had some really solid, interesting concepts in there, and they threw it all out the window in order to cram as many references as they could into it. Asha has seven friends (for example), to be the seven dwarfs, but their characters aren't developed at all. They had to tell us what the deal was with color coordination, alliterative names and gimmicks that lined them up with the dwarfs instead of focusing on them at all and making it clear through that who they were supposed to be. Just, "Get it? There's seven of them and this one wears glasses and Asha calls her 'doc' and this one's always sleepy and this one's always sneezing and this one's kind of dopey and this one's grumpy, get it?!?!?!"

I like Alan "I went to Julliard" Tudyk, but not only does he not need to be in every single Disney movie these days, they really didn't have to make Valentino, you know, a thing. "Get it? This is the origin of talking Disney animals, get it?!?!?!?!?!" And they really gave him way too much screen time. I'm often not a fan of the comedy relief animal sidekick as it is (there are some exceptions - some I really like and some I'm neutral to), but boy howdy did they overplay Valentino and make me actively dislike him.

The interesting thing is, I'm not a fan of Raya and the Last Dragon. I don't hate it, but I'm not a fan. I gave it a shot, I watched it, but it left no impression on me. It felt very... Millennial check-listed. POCs, found family, no overt romance but if it's there it's LGBTQ, dragons (cause who doesn't like dragons?), etc. Raya is fine. But for me, it's forgettable. I've only watched it the one time, I barely remember what happens in it, and I have a lot of trouble remembering the characters' names.

But Wish? Wish, I think about often. I have never been so disappointed in a Disney movie as I am with Wish, because Wish has the bare bones potential to be something great. And instead, it's that. What Disney should have done for its 100 year anniversary was make a movie that was finely crafted to show everything they've learned about animation in the past 100 years. I made an observation on a different blog that, when to you take a step back, King Magnifico is a stand-in for corporate Disney, and the whole movie is the crew railing against the corporation stripping the creativity from its workers and not valuing art, even though it’s in the art business. They just want everyone to love them, because everyone always has. Magnifico wants to hoard the wishes the way that corporate Disney wants to hoard talent, and the citizens willingly give up their talent and work because they believe something good will eventually be done with it. It feels to me like the climax of the movie is the artists and animators fighting the good fight against their corporate overlords the same way that actors and writers were striking for so much of 2023. It felt like a battle for the soul of the movie. But although the heroes of the movie win in the end, it was actually corporate who won, because the movie was stripped of all of its heart and soul in order to cram in more references. The artists did what they could, but they still had to follow orders if they wanted the movie to get made.

Oh, and as a side note, you can't just make a mortal human be a literal fairy by giving her a magic stick. That's not how that works.

Anyway, for my money, Once Upon a Studio is a much better homage to 100 years of Disney than Wish ever will be. Anyway, sorry for this incredibly long-winded rant.

#Tangled #Answered

[boethiahsboytoy]

may I hear about some falmer things pls? it sounds interesting and i hope you are well

Hii anon thanks for ur message !! I am well, thank you for checking in, hope you are also doing okay 🧡✨️

Some Falmer things, based on kin memories as well as input from Toby my beef :3 sorry if my phrasing is a lil weird I'm quite tired n sleepy cozy

Falmer Warriors of any sort that wielded a blade (like a sword or a dagger etc) would go thru a complex ritual bonding them to a blade made specifically for them and Only them. It was believed that each blade had a portion of our Warrior-God residing within it. That God would guide their blade, ensuring that it would never harm the one weilding it, or any ally

These rituals were massively important to the entire hive. Everyone would gather to be present to show their support and pride in the Warrior !

The Warrior-God. Ok. There were many stories abt them. But the Main Belief was that they were made up of three parts: the Blade that protects (in a more offensive way) us, the Fury that guides us (in battle), and the Light that protects us (in a more defensive way) (roughly translated). Those three parts came from three separate gods that were fractured and destroyed when the ancient snow elves were corrupted. Bc they were gods and couldn't ACTUALLY be destroyed they still existed, and their fragmented parts combined to form our Warrior-God

Auri-El gave us the sun . When we were corrupted by the Dwemer he put the sun inside us to protect and sustain us even when we were underground.

There r gods for practically every aspect of life. I prayed often to our agricultural God since I was a farmer :3 asking them 2 watch over my crops and make sure they were healthy, for insight on how 2 better care for them,Things like that.

Hives are very close knit, and place a lot of value on caring for each other. This comes from our ancestors' "allies" betraying them, and the atmorans trying to slaughter them--if no one loves and cares for the Falmer, then they will love and care for themselves.

Because of this, every time a falmer was born it was cause for massive celebration! Everyone would greet the baby and give their best wishes, so the first thing they'd ever experience was people showing them love and kindness and giving them well wishes :3

At every important milestone for a Falmer child, a Gift is given that represents something. The gift was always hand made by the giver and it would always be smthn practical that can be used in day to day life. (My gifts were baskets, sturdy and hand woven ones made 2 last a lifetime. They symbolized that th recipient would always have someone out there 2 support them :3)

Boethiah was there, apparently.

Our language was created to mimic the noises of the chaurus so we could converse around the Dwemer n they'd think it was just chaurus sounds. Legends say that plans of our rebellions would be openly discussed in front of dwemer leaders bc they just didn't think we were smart enough to even HAVE a language. A lot of our tales r about how the dwemer thought they were the only intelligent people alive literally at all.

Ok that is all I can remember now BUT I know there's more. I'll come back 2 this a s I remember what I was going 2 write.

Hope you're doing well anon !! Thanks again for ur curiosity :3 I love the Falmer (ik I'm biased but they really are so cool and interesting, and it's incredibly fucked up how they're treated in canon :/) hope u have a good night/day🧡✨️

#ask #anon #kin things with stars #teskin #falmer headcanons

[thewingedmuse]

I have foreseen the great prophesies and it says that I will get no easy sleep tonight, so here I am, with a collective reading for 2023:

Cards: Nine of Pentacles (r), King of Cups (r), Death, Three of Wands, The Magician

I can see most people have a goal, a small conservative one to make a change in your daily habits. There is however an immediate conflict with what you wish you could find the determination, energy or resources to achieve. So we have an expectation vs reality situation that is causing a feeling of lack. Take a look at the snail in the reversed Three of Wands though. It may be small but the pentacles are all on its side. It might move slow but if you put in effort consistently you would achieve more than your expectations.

Some of you are looking for some treasure, it seems. Has to do with information you have to read, hunt down and investigate. Has also a job hunting vibe. Someone reads something in bed with all the lights off to prevent spying. Well, whatever treasure you're finding, luck is on your side! Energies favour you so you are walking with the flow, not against it. You seem to be in an inconvenient, uncomfortable living condition far from what you hope for. If you have not enough to cover your expenses or get what you need, remember your mental health is important. Don't ever put it last, nothing is worth sacrificing your well-being for. When situation gets harsh, you've got to put yourself in the first place. Only then could you have the energy to persist until you find positive change in your situation.

With the Death card you're marching towards light, my friends. To a new beginning we cheer! This year will mark an important milestone where the past will come to an end and what's left will be a celebration. There's a warning to heed though - don't waste energy, time and resources because you don't have a lot of those in your hands. Only use it on things you deem worthy.

You're leaving behind old sorrows too, you know those emotional letdowns that made you feel stuck in the marsh unable to recover from loss? Yep, you'd finally come unstuck. It wasn't impossible after all. You've saved yourself. Lool at the Three of Wands card. Wave goodbye to that ship (person or incident that let you down). Hold no ill feelings for them but wish them well on their future because you'll be well and thriving on yours. Let's create a beautiful ending.

This year will require perseverance as solid as stone. It requires grounded energy to see things through. It makes for the foundation in all areas of your life especially finance and romance. Make clear of your direction too. Find balance in things. Some things don't require you to pick and choose, you just have to find balance. However if you're in a love triangle situation you need to ask yourself if it's love or negative attachment that causes you to be stuck to the wrong person.

Overall this has been a positive reading! Wishing you all a joyful 2023. Good luck, and bye-bye.

#tarot #2023 #2023 reading #thewingedmuse #psychic reading #witchblr

[ladykissingfish]

Hi! I love your quirky headcanons, especially the ones you do for the Akatsuki. I was wondering if you could do one where you talk about how each member celebrates their birthday? Thanks!

Konan: February 20

Very quiet and low key. The most she’ll want to do is go out for a nice dinner at a sit-down restaurant. She’d also be perfectly content with just staying home and relaxing with those closest to her, maybe make some desserts together ((she keeps herself on a really strict no-sugar diet, her birthday is one of the few days she’ll break her own rules)) and watch some of her favorite movies. She’ll dress very pretty on the day (nice dress, maybe fix her hair in a different way, etc). However she’s not one of those people that will be upset if nobody remembers that it’s her special day; not that Pein aka Nagato would let the others forget. In reality her day always tends to make her a bit sad, because she shares it with her long-lost lover and friend, Yahiko.

Pein (Nagato): September 19

The leader of the Akatsuki doesn’t really care for his own birthday. Konan is the only one who knows when it is, and she’ll always prepare him an extra-special meal and spend more time with him on that day, but that’s about it. In truth Nagato is much more concerned with celebrating Konan’s birthday, because her day was once shared with his best, dearly departed friend, Yahiko. Every year on a Konan’s birthday he and Konan will sit in a circle and place a picture of Yahiko, surrounded by candles, and Yahiko’s favorite treats, on a chair. They’ll spend quite a while talking to their friend, telling him of things going on in their lives, laughing and joking and just generally trying to honor his memory.

Obito: February 10

Obito does not acknowledge, care about, or “celebrate” his birthday in any capacity. It’s unknown whether or not he had any liking for it as a young kid, but as a teenager, his time spent in the cave with Madara significantly altered whatever feelings he may have had towards the day. Obito happened to share a birthday with Madara’s precious little brother Izuna, and every year on that day, Madara would talk Obito’s ear off about the lost Uchiha. How intelligent he was, what a brave warrior he was, how strong, how handsome, how absolutely perfect. All the while giving Obito subtle (and not so subtle) “hints” that Obito wasn’t really “worthy” of sharing the day with this illustrious ancestor. The closest anyone in the Akatsuki comes to knowing the truth about Obito’s day is Deidara, after much pestering and prompting. The normally-goofy Tobi snapped at the blonde for the first time, and Deidara, startled, decided to leave the topic alone. “Tobi” apologized later, and explained more fully that his birthday wasn’t something he cared to think about. Deidara, in a rare instance of maturity, conveyed that he understood, and the topic wasn’t ever brought up again.

Zetsu: ???

… birthday? What the hell is a “birthday”? Zetsu feels themselves to be eternal, around much longer than the other so-called “immortals” of the group. Things that are forever have no beginning and no end, they just are. Therefore a “birthday”, whatever that was, has no significance for them.

Kakuzu: August 15

Every birthday that finds Kakuzu alive and well is significant because, as the saying goes, “Any birthday past 80 without a Headstone, is a Milestone”. And the old guy, well into his 90’s and going stronger than ever, certainly believes this. He’s the kind of person that won’t make a fusss about it being his birthday, and will grunt about being wished a happy birthday, but secretly, if nobody said anything at all he’d be really, really hurt. Makes sure to use all store and restaurant coupons/promotions that pertain to his day/month. MIGHT treat himself to a nice meal and some “decent” sake; or else drop “subtle” hints for the others to do so. Also makes the request that he doesn’t have to go on any missions or, if it’s unavoidable, to be assigned a different partner than Hidan so he can at least enjoy some peace and quiet on his day.

Hidan: April 2

Without his most revered Lord Jashin, Hidan wouldn’t have survived as long as he’s managed to. And he knows this. And he makes sure to show his appreciation via means of sacrifice. Each year on his birthday, depending on how old he’s turning, that’s how many victims Hidan tries to claim in the name of his lord. This is difficult, as each victim requires an extensive prayer ritual following the killing, and each person must get their OWN ritual, even if multiple people were killed at the same time. It’s very time consuming and a bit tedious, but it’s something Hidan manages to accomplish each year. If he manages to make it back to the hideout by the end of the day, he’ll humbly request that Konan make him something good to eat, to which she’ll happily comply … AFTER he’s taken a long, hot shower, that is.

Sasori: November 8

Sasori isn’t really one for flash and flare, and celebrating anything really isn’t his style. However, every year on his birthday, he goes into whatever passes for a kitchen, and makes himself a cake. This is a ritual that he’s carried with him since he turned into an adult, even after becoming a puppet. Sasori’s grandmother was never one for “celebrating” any kind of occasion, birthday or not. But his parents were a different story. Every year they’d go all out for their only child’s birthday, lavishing him with handmade gifts, and his mother would call him into their kitchen, and together they’d make his cake. Sasori loved this special time with his mother, standing on a chair by her side at the counter. Laughing, tasting batter, making elaborate designs in the frosting. Although Sasori has never come close to replicating the deliciousness his mother once created, he still gives it his all, and in doing so creates for himself a temporary peace. He always invites the others to have a piece, although Hidan refuses to because he believes the redhead is trying to poison them.

Deidara: May 5

Deidara celebrates his big day with a bang. Quite literally. He spends no less than a week beforehand creating all sorts of fantastical explosives, and on the day of, he gathers them together (along with Hidan and sometimes Tobi) and sets out to unleash his creations. It’s a ton of fun for him, although not so much for the people whose properties he wrecks. When he comes back to the hideout, Sasori and Konan will have a cake and some kind of meal waiting for him, and he’ll end the night spending time with the others.

Kisame: March 18

Big shark man has a big appetite, and on his birthday he likes to indulge. This will be one of the very few and very rare times Kakuzu turns a blind eye towards the food budget, and let’s Kisame get whatever he wants to have Konan prepare for them. Kisame is a good friend to him and unproblematic the rest of the year, so Kakuzu figures that him not complaining about money is a decent enough “gift” for the half-shark. When not eating, Kisame rather prefers to spend his down time much like any other day; reading, talking to the others, or quietly sharing a cup of tea with his partner Itachi. The latter always has some sort of gift for him, usually a hand-woven item like a threaded bracelet, or some small trinket for Samehada, which Kisame always appreciates.

Itachi: June 9

The calm one. The quiet one. The gentle, soft-spoken sweet one. The one who misses his family, and especially his beloved little brother, more than anything. Because of the life he’s lived and the things he’s done, Itachi doesn’t ever feel like he deserves to have any good things, and a birthday celebration of any kind is no different. But the others in the house, don’t quite see it that way. They know that Itachi would balk at a huge affair, but each of them, in their own ways, does something special for the pale brunette. Early in the morning he, Zetsu and Tobi take a walk, one where “Tobi” removes his mask and the three talk freely, away from the eyes and ears of the others. Zetsu listens as the two sharingan users chat over old times in the Uchiha compound, their families, and plans for the future (or as much of a “future” as Itachi can make it to). The rest of Itachi’s morning will be spent with Konan and Nagato, who will help him make a variety of sweet treats to share with the others later. No matter the occasion, Itachi never lets a day go by without doing some form of training and meditation, and on this day he will be joined by, surprisingly, Hidan and Deidara. Usually abrasive and impatient, the two will take the time to learn the different training methods Itachi practices, and they’ll hold calm, respectful conversations with him. Sasori will give him a small, carefully crafted puppet that’s been made to look just like him, which Itachi is enchanted by. Kakuzu is very gruff and usually doesn’t take the time to exchange pleasantries with the others, but for Itachi, he’ll go the extra mile and HUG the kid, which Itachi appreciates One thing that Itachi misses the most from his early life with his family was having dinner together every night, so on his birthday, the entire group makes sure to come together to share a meal in his honor. Itachi’s birthday will draw to a close with Kisame, where they’ll share a cup of fragrant tea and talk over the latest books they’ve read. Small gestures, really, but they mean the world to Itachi Uchiha.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITACHI!!! #the akatsuki #ask #birthday celebration #itachi uchiha #obito uchiha #sasori #deidara #hidan #kakuzu #kisame #nagato #konan #zetsu

[indynerdgirl]

So I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes back in January. With the support of my wonderful & amazing doctor, my family & friends, and the help of a dietician who specializes in diabetes I drastically changed my eating habits and learned how to manage my blood sugar. Just with those changes alone I've been slowly losing weight all year.

Last night I had a moment in a dressing room that I thought would never happen - I zipped up a pair of size 22 jeans and they fit perfectly fine.

I was wearing a 26 in January.

I started wearing a 24 in August.

I haven't worn a 22 since high school.

I sat down on the little bench in the dressing room in total shock and almost burst into tears. Both in joy at this accomplishment and in sadness & frustration at myself, wondering how much sooner I could have reached this milestone if I had started this journey 10 years earlier.

I've been plus-size my entire life and (with the best of intentions of my mother & grandmother) have been on almost every fad diet since 5th grade. It wasn't until my mid 20s that I learned that both the weight gain and difficulty in losing weight were due to an underlying health reason - polycystic ovary syndrome or PCOS.

[the rest of my story is under the cut because this post ended up way longer than I had anticipated]

TL;DR - I'm 35 and I've been working on my health this past year and while I'm so happy to celebrate my successes, I wish I had started this journey sooner. Please don't do what I did and ignore symptoms for years. And if you have a young girl in your life that has irregular periods, get her checked for PCOS. Because if I had been given that diagnosis & started treatment decades earlier (and no, being given birth control is NOT a treatment for PCOS - it's lazy medical treatment at best and malpractice at worst) I know my life would be different right now because the majority of my life has been dictated by my size.

I'd had irregular periods my entire life but for some reason, none of my childhood doctors or even my mother ever thought to check for it. I was checked for thyroid issues and vitamin deficiencies but for some reason, PCOS was never brought up (not that I would have known to ask about it as a child). But one day I was having a physical done by a new doctor (not my current doctor) and when I mentioned my irregular periods she started asking me more questions about them and after looking at the rest of my medical history decided to have me checked for PCOS. And low and behold I had it.

I can't tell you the relief I felt finding out there was an actual medical reason for why I had struggled with my weight my entire life. Because up until that moment I'd always been made to feel like it was all my fault that I was fat. If I just ate better or stuck to a strict diet or exercised more (I can't even begin to describe the embarrassment and humiliation of being forced to go to exercise classes with your mother when you're 12yr old and you're the only kid in a class full of adults). It was never ever directly said to me, but it was obvious in the way things were said and the way people acted around me.

The doctor also explained to me that I was pre-diabetic as PCOS can cause diabetes if left untreated (this will be important to remember in just a minute). So we started working on getting my hormones back on track and I was told to try to cut back on my sugar intake. Unfortunately not too long afterward, the job I had at the time decided to switch our health insurance provider. Suddenly my doctor was out of network and continuing to see her was becoming very expensive for me as I wasn't making a whole lot at the time (I was working at a childcare center). Add in the fact that she was on the opposite side of town from me and that it was almost impossible to get time off work for appointments, I just kind of stopped seeing her.

The next part of my story is where I wish I could go back in time and shake some sense into my younger self. Because did I try to find a new doctor that my insurance would pay for? Nope. Did I at least try to cut back on my sugar and eat a little better? Also, no. For the next almost ten years, despite knowing I had PCOS and knowing I was pre-diabetic, I didn't change my eating habits at all. Every once in a while I'd get on a "health" kick and go for walks at the park and try to eat more whole wheat bread than white bread, but those never lasted long. I wasn't in the best space mentally either so there was also a lot of emotional eating as well. I figured as long as I never had to go up another pant size I was doing all right just "maintaining". If I got sick and needed to see a doctor, I just went to one of those minute clinic things at Walgreens. Yeah, mid & late 20s me was an idiot.

Fast forward to a few years ago when it started being pretty obvious that I had crossed the line from pre-diabetic to actually diabetic. I had all the classic signs and symptoms yet I was still being an idiot and ignoring my health. Unfortunately, I've always had a horrible bad habit of thinking if I just ignore whatever issues or problems I'm currently having that they'll just go away. Yeah, I know. I finally get to the point where I know I can't ignore my health anymore and January of 2020 I make it my New Year's goal to start getting myself back on track. By the time I worked up the courage to call and set up an appointment with my old doctor (I had a new job by then with better insurance that included her again) two things happened: March of 2020 and the building her practice was in was destroyed in a fire.

So I told myself I'd just "wait until this whole covid thing was over" before trying to set up an appointment again. And we all know how the rest of 2020 went. Now it's December of 2021 and I still haven't made an appointment with my old doctor. But I was at an eye doctor appointment that I'd also been putting off for years despite knowing it was time for a new prescription. After checking my eyes, the eye doctor tells me that I need to see my doctor as soon as possible because he saw signs of diabetic retinopathy in my eyes. And as someone who's always had poor eyesight and one of their greatest fears is going blind, THAT was the kick in the pants I needed to finally see a doctor.

I ended up having a heart-to-heart with my mom about my health (something I would always avoid talking about with her) and admitting that I really didn't want to go back to my old doctor because I never really felt a good connection with her but I was willing to deal with that issue since she was also a practicing Catholic and it's hard to find not only a good doctor but a Catholic one as well (I know there are plenty of good doctors out there who aren't Catholic, but as a practicing Catholic, it does make things so much easier when your doctor also follows Church teachings when it comes to health & medical issues). My mom then suggested I set up an appointment with her new doctor who is not only a general MD, but also specialized in treating PCOS and also just happened to be Catholic as well.

So I set up an appointment with Dr. Holly for after the New Year and the rest, as they say, is history. She's just a few years older than me and I have never in my life been so at ease with a doctor. She and I hit it off right away and when I explained everything to her she didn't make me feel bad for waiting for so long to do anything like I was afraid she would. Instead, she listened to all of my concerns, validated them, and then right there came up with a plan of attack listing out all of the health issues we needed to tackle right away (getting the diabetes under control & start treating the PCOS) and what health issues weren't immediately pressing (some small patches of eczema & trying out meds for my ADHD again).

It also helps that she's diabetic as well so she knows exactly what I'm going through and have to deal with on a day to day basis. With her help and support (plus the advice from the dietician she recommend to me), I brought down my A1C from a staggering 12.7% to a much better 7.2% at my last appointment with her and, of course, have been slowly and steadily losing weight.

I decided early on that I wasn't going to obsess over the numbers on the scale, instead mostly tracking my progress by how my clothes are fitting. Since January I'm down not only two pant sizes but also a shirt size! I'm able to comfortably wear again all of the 2XL shirts I own and I've gone to a few events where I was able to buy a shirt as a souvenir because I didn't have to worry if they had a 3XL because I knew would be able to fit in a 2XL.

I still have a lot of work to do (I really do need to start actually exercising) but I am so happy with what progress I've made so far already. If you had told me last year that I'd be wearing a size 22 pair of jeans, I would have laughed in your face. I still can't believe it sometimes, but then I look at pictures of myself from last year compared to this year and the differences are kind of shocking. And that's been another little victory for me - actually not hating how I look in photos. I've taken more photos of myself/allowed myself to be in more photos this year than in at least the last five years if not more.

I never know how to end posts like this, so if you've actually read this far down, thanks. 💙

#personal #about me #this really got away from me #but it ended up being kind of cathartic to write it all out #health journey

[sherifftillman]

first off, congratulations on your milestone. I'm so happy for you, and I'm obsessed with this carnival theme!

I'll take a hall of mirrors please🪞💕 - I am the literal worst at talking about myself, but hopefully I paint a good enough picture of myself for this.

I work in a library where I design book displays, trivia games, and escape rooms, and I run a DnD club where I am the DM but I'm still learning so I'm kinda terrible at it lol

I'm a big musical theater nerd, a reader and writer (duh lol), and a book hoarder. Sometimes, I act in plays and musicals, but I also have horrible stage fright, hate being the center of attention, and can't easily speak in front of large groups of people to save my life. I am aware it makes no sense. I'm also big on all forms of sewing type crafts (cross stitch, embroidery, crochet, plushie making, etc). I just really like keeping my hands busy.

I am the kind of person who loves discovering new media, but when I find something that I really enjoy, I will watch the same movie over and over again, listen to the same album on repeat for months at a time, rewatch the same shows again because I like what I like.

My favorite piece of clothing is this very flowy black dress patterned with sunflowers, and it makes me feel beautiful. I have a mood ring that I wear every day that I will admit I only started wearing because it looked like one of Eddie's rings, but now I feel naked if I forget to put it on before I leave the house.

I'm unintentionally loud, a fierce protector of my friends, and a hopeless romantic.

Please take this info dump of probably unhelpful information and put my dumb ass into the narrative lol

not me reading all this intensely as if i don't already know all of this about you lmfao though you missed out the bit where that dress is also eduardo's favourite 😉

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 2k follower celebration event ongoing! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

okay so, not to just copy and paste one thing about you into it lol, but i do think you'd work at the hawkins library, too. eddie had practically begged you to take it once you both graduate, anyway, since he can't exactly keep running sessions from the school now he's left, and it's not like people use that conference room in the back, you could just let him keep his throne there, right?

you'd always wished you could have been more than just a sub for hellfire stuff, you always had fun playing with the party and they were forever inviting your character to join bonus oneshots, but theater always took up too much of your time to commit to d&d full-time. the only downside to getting the library job is that now that consumes all your time, so you still never really get to join any campaigns. eddie'll still visit between sessions to plan, though, and he's forever bending your ear for inspiration.

once eddie gets a job, he doesn't have time to get to the school in time, pick up the kids AND get to the library quick enough to get a good session in. so he relies on his ol' pal steve to play chauffeur so he can meet his party there. steve doesn't even question that there's another person in his car every week that he's never met, let alone spoken to. he hears the name gareth get thrown around, but he assumes that's part of the game, he doesn't believe that name really exists.

steve doesn't know what to do with himself while they play, and since you're the only one within 30 years of his age range, he pretty much hangs off of you. he's useful to keep around, though; he can carry way more than you, he's happy to fetch you stuff, and he can reach up to put things on higher shelves with ease - in fact, after seeing the makeshift way you pile things up to reach those shelves, he insists. As payment for being your little assistant, you'll make him little thank-you gifts - a woven bracelet here, an ewok plushie there. but, since his love language is acts of service, he always retaliates by trying to do even more while he's at work. meaning you feel more obligated to make him stuff to show your appreciation for all this extra effort. which makes him believe he's gotta do more to earn all those extra gifts. he gets the message eventually, though.

#anna 💙 #*2kcelebration #fic: steve h

[absurdthirst]

Hi Kerri! I hope you're doing well. First off, your writing is so wonderful and makes me so happy. I wanted to thank you profusely for sharing with us all. Second, I wanted to ask advice from you and your followers. I'm high risk for COVID and pretty severely ill - I have to be on bed rest about 20-22 hours a day- so it's been a very rough and isolating few years, to say the least. The little joys in life (including your writing) have definitely kept me going, though. One of those little joys is my birthday and I have a big one coming up in early 2023 - though lets be real all birthdays are big birthdays when you're this sick. However, I just found out I need to have surgery 4 days before my birthday and then again 2 days after. I was wondering if you or any of your followers have any ideas for little ways to celebrate from bed? I know I'm gonna be even more incapacitated than usual and won't be able to see anyone except my husband in person, which limits things a lot. It's just important to me to make the time and space to celebrate the good things in life whenever the opportunity arises, especially for big milestones like this.

Oh I am so sorry that you are having to deal with this right around your birthday!!!

Have you thought about setting up a virtual birthday party? You could set up a discord room with chat or video, or even a Webex style party. Friends and family could log in with birthday wishes and their fave foods to 'share' with the group.

You could also set up a mailing in party. (PO Box for safety if you wish) so friends and online friends could send you birthday cards or packages for you to open on your special day. (I would love to do that for you!)

Maybe a watch party with your fave movies?

Let me know what you would like to do, because I would love to contribute!

[buckets-and-trees]

Fifty Followers

There are MANY writers out there with so so so so many more followers, but I wanted to take a beat and celebrate a first milestone for me...

I pushed this little boat out into the water only a few months ago, no fandom friends to speak of, just a desire to get out here and write and connect with people. Mostly for me - but when I say that I mean not to like become fandom famous or tumblr famous or anything. This year I decided I wanted to get back to doing things I want to again. I wanted to write. I wanted to write fanfic. I wanted to connect with people through fandom again because I did that a long time ago in a different fandom, and some of those people became some of my best friends (still have ties, but loooong distance and the seasons of our lives have all changed).

Truthfully I didn't expect to have fifty followers yet, and it's really cool to just get the little votes of confidence that yeah I'm writing what I want to write but that some of you also think hmm yes let's see what she does next! It means something to me.

So... because I want to really start to have fun and get to know y'all... What if I throw out a ton of questions, and I'll answer up to like 50 of them this week. If you want to ask, drop a note in my askbox with the numbers you want me to answer.

I've got a list with writer-y questions, get-to-know-you questions, media-related questions, and fandom questions, so PICK YOUR POISON!

What was your favorite childhood treat?

Tea or coffee?

EDM or Bollywood?

Fame or money?

Childhood life or adult life?

Move on or Hold on?

Cats or dogs?

What part of your daily schedule is your favorite part of the day?

What is your favorite food?

What is your favorite song that you hear on a loop?

A crime you would like to be caught for.

Which 2 things do you want after the apocalypse?

Your current favorite song?

First trip after COVID.

Where would you go using the anywhere door?

Last search on internet explorer.

A thing you recently purchased impulsively.

A fictional movie you want to experience IRL.

If I were a celebrity, I would be…?

What instrument do I play?

Which is my favorite season?

What are your top 3 most used apps?

What is my spirit animal?

What am I allergic to?

Would you rather have 10M followers on Instagram or find true love? Why?

Do you want to be famous? If yes, then for what?

What’s your most-used emoji?

What would you do if you won the lottery?

What is your favorite holiday?

What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives?

Does writing energize or exhaust you?

What is your writing Kryptonite?

Did you ever consider writing under a pseudonym?

What other authors are you reading, and how do they help you become a better writer?

If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be?

What was an early experience where you learned that language had power?

What’s your favorite under-appreciated novel?

How many unpublished and half-finished fics do you have?

What’s the most difficult thing about writing characters from the opposite sex?

How many hours a day do you write?

Have you read anything that made you think differently about fiction?

What was your hardest scene to write?

What one thing would you give up to become a better writer?

What is your favorite childhood book?

If you had to do something differently as a child or teenager to become a better writer as an adult, what would you do?

How long on average does it take you to write a story?

Do you believe in writer’s block?

Name a book that you would cherish for a lifetime.

Name a movie sequel you wish for.

Your Favorite Series worth a binge-watch.

What is your favorite Hollywood movie, and why do you like that movie?

Who is your dream girl or dream guy working in film/tv and why?

Your anytime movie.

Who's your go-to band or artist?

What is a movie adaptation you like?

Which actor or actress do you hate to watch in any movie?

Name a celebrity you truly admire and why.

Suggest a list of movies to watch this weekend.

Do you prefer real-life TV shows or animated TV shows?

A character you would die for.

A character who could corrupt you.

What book or series would you die to see turned into a movie or tv show?

What was the last book you read?

What moment do you wish you could experience again for the first time from any book/movie/tv show?

What is the first book that made you cry?

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Is there anything in fandom you used to like but can’t stand now?

Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Most disliked arc? Why?

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

What is the purest ship in the fandom?

What are your thoughts on crack ships?

Your current OTP.

A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.

What was the first thing you ever contributed to a fandom?

Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what?

What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

What fandom was it?

What was your first fandom?

Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

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

How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom(s).

Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for?

Your favorite fandom (for the people; not the thing you fangirl over).

Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of?

Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships.

What's a headcanon you have?

What are your favorite male/female ships?

Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what?

5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms.

3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms.

A fandom you’re in but have no ships from.

What's a ship that you want to ship publicly, but everyone on tumblr hates it so you keep your mouth shut about it?

Character you want to be your PLATONIC ride-or-die.

#how did this happen #fifty followers #follower milestone #fifty followers fifty questions #an aspen thing

[chirpq]

140+ Promotion Wishes for Husband: Celebrate His Success

Congratulations, Hubby, for the promotion! Celebrate Success for Ambition

That is a way to level up, darling! Thus, I felt pride in your success. You knew you could do it, and thus, you climbed the career ladder. Cheers to your achievement! Your hard work has made you succeed; here is further improvement to the next stage. Applauding the person of the month and his deserved prize. You deserve it! Toast to your go-getting personality and all the hard work you put in. Well done! Ambition reached—you are now a great person with a well-deserved promotion. Best wishes for your new challenges.

Promotion Wishes for Husband Buy something for yourself that you like! Your passion inspires me. The way you will be celebrating your promotion tonight, my dear, is excellent. Dreams are fulfilled when you work hard for them. Congrats, love! Pull in this experience—you have actually reached a considerable landmark—the first of many to come. Congratulations on your success and drive to keep climbing to a higher level. I'm one proud wife!

Congratulations, Hubby, for the Promotion! Celebrate Success for Diligence

You put in a lot of effort, and it was worth it. Congratulations on the well-deserved promotion! Also Read: 149+Inspiring Good Morning Tuesday Blessings Images, Quotes I am so honored for your hard work and achievements. Celebrate your promotion! All of your hard work and late nights paying off were worth it. Hooray for the promotion! Your diligence is inspiring. Have fun with this accomplishment and all the new possibilities.

Raising a glass to your promotion—you've deserved it! You have all the skills to climb up the ladder; your promotion is well-deserved. Honour your promotion nicely. Cheers to your promotion! Also Read: 80+ Inspiring Good Evening Blessings & Evening Quotes It's time to relish the results of your hard work. You deserve it! Congratulations on your promotion! Let the celebrations begin. Be proud of your achievement; make the most of this milestone and explore the new opportunities it will bring.

Promotion Wishes To Husbands For Warm Congratulations

Well done on the promotion, my dear! I'm so happy that you have succeeded. Also Read:101+You are So Beautiful Quotes & Messages for Special One’s Way to go, babe! I knew you had the ability. If you do the evening party with me tonight, I will be your guest of honor on the promotion! All your hard work has been rewarded; congrats on climbing the ranks, my dear. Treat yourself tonight! You worked hard, and your skills helped you get to the top. You have made it to the top; pat yourself on the back; you deserve it!

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Promotion Wishes for Husband

You have been promoted, sweetie! I am so proud of the effort and the achievements you put in and got. Way to go, babe! I was sure you had it in you. Raise your head and look for new opportunities. Your passion has finally been rewarded; you are entitled to this promotion. Don't stop your work, and please keep Your entire life of late nights and weekends at the office caused that; it is truly a testament to your dedication and hard work. Well done, you! Your new title is deservedly yours. Also Read: 90+ Heartfelt & Best Happy Birthday Wishes for Son Cherish this win, and the promotion will unlock everything for you. You rose to the occasion, and your boss noticed it. Thus, I am so pleased for you and your achievements! Congratulations on the promotion, and here's to new challenges ahead!

Your dedication to the best quality has led you to this point. To do bigger and better things in your new position! Your effort and talent were clearly expressed, culminating in a well-deserved job promotion. Honor this success—you've already done it! Generally, the people who knew were sure that they would be able to spot your potential. Also Read: 101+ Best Dog Birthday Wishes & Dog Birthday Quotes I am very proud of you! Happy holidays, dear; you have entered the next level! I am sending you all the best wishes for your new job.

Congratulations, Hubby, for the promotion! Celebrate Success for Determination

Your dedication is admirable. I'm the one who's proud of what you've done. Through effort and determination, success is yours. Enjoy this celebration. Through determination, anything is achievable. Applaud your accomplishments. Hard work honors ability. I hope that this reward can be a boost for your next challenge. Through the process of enhancing yourself, chances will come. Savour this milestone. Also Read:99+ Best Good Morning I Miss you Quotes for Her & Him Concentration and hard work result in victory. Honour the results of your dedication. Always keep trying; the feeling of satisfaction comes from within. Live the fruits of your work. Challenges make us stronger.

Let this win be the fuel that you will use in your next career path. Dreams need action; your vision is to be realized. Also Read: 120+ Happy 65th Birthday Wishes, Images, and Quotes Revel in this achievement. The progress is not in our comfort zone. Be proud of how much you have achieved so far. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXZP9T2-v9w&t=37s

Congratulations Wishes On Promotion To Husband

You have put in a lot of effort and dedication, which has paid off. Well done on your well-deserved promotion! Hence, you should feel good about all your many achievements that have been acknowledged. Enjoy this success! All of your long nights and weekends went into this. Congrats! You are dedicated to excellence, which is why the doors have been opened to you. Well done! I feel that they already knew it was only a matter of time before they would see your talents manifest. Celebrate! Also Read: 85+ Best Thanksgiving Messages, Greetings,Wishes for Clients Your leadership and expertise have been raised, and your admiration and respect for you have also improved. The following sentence says that your improvement is achievable because of your constant effort, talent, and unwavering work ethic. Savour this achievement. You keep on doing what you do best and still exceed expectations. There have been many happy returns of this day! Your interests and abilities are a source of motivation. I am applauding your hard-fought victory. Dreams that are achieved through tenacity and perseverance. Also Read: 85+ Best Thanksgiving Messages, Greetings,Wishes for Clients Praise yourself; you've worked hard for this.

Promotion Wishes To Husbands For Warm Congratulations

I'm so proud of you and your labor. Congratulations on the promotion, sweetie! You have put all your effort and talents into this, and you have gotten the reward—the promotion and all the success that comes with it. The new title is yours for the taking—well done to my exceptional husband! Your promotion is justly decided, as you are at the top among your peers. Way to go! Wishing you the best on your new journey. Thus, by admitting your achievements, you become proud and congratulate yourself on your success—you did your best and got the promotion!

The promotion is based on your abilities and leadership skills. Well done, you! Applauding your promotion with you is so nice. Also Read:85+ Best Thanksgiving Messages, Greetings,Wishes for Clients You have worked so hard for this; congratulations! Your promotion indicates that the sky's the limit for you. Well done, darling! You have just been promoted. I knew your talents would take you far, and that is why I was always sure of it. Thus, I am pleased and proud of all you have accomplished. Congratulations on the promotion; you deserve this!

Congratulations on Promotion Wishes and Messages

"This is the first step in your journey to becoming stronger, happier, and more successful—cheers from me to you!" And you finally got the job—who would have thought? Such hard work, but I am glad to see it pay off. Congratulations! "Promote title, same Mr. or Mrs Shitty! Congratulations in advance." "Keep in mind that the connection between you and the world goes through the attitude that brings conquest as a challenge. Congratulations." "Your leadership is now being acknowledged. I wish you success in your future promotions!" "Proud of you and the success you have achieved through diligence and a hard-working attitude. Congratulations!" "Climbing a staircase, all the successes I achieve next lap over and over again." "I toast to your accomplishments together with you. Also Read: 85+ Best Thanksgiving Messages, Greetings,Wishes for Clients May your life be filled with all you have labored for." "I believe it's the right way forward.

I wish you all the best in the future. "Congratulations on this achievement once again. Now, let's see the depth of your stories and lovely language in this new chapter and job promotion.

Congratulations, Hubby, on your promotion! Celebrate Success in Academics

Another level is complete! I'm so happy about your tenacity. Congratulations to Mr. Promoted Man! I hope your fabulous fortune will shine and guide you to the higher realm of success! Also Read: 85+ Best Thanksgiving Messages, Greetings,Wishes for Clients To my husband, who is not only brilliant but also always supportive, I am happy for what you have gotten! Your well-deserved promotion is one of our main decisions, dearest. Celebrate your accomplishments!

All of your sleepless nights have finally led to a successful outcome, my dear! Well done. This is your most outstanding achievement, and I am so proud of the dedicated man you have become. Also Read: 95+ Heartfelt & Best Wedding Anniversary Wishes for Friend Congratulations and best wishes on your job promotion, dear husband. Thank you for your hard work and dedication. Cheers to you, and your future is filled with bright opportunities, dear friend. You did it! Congratulations on the promotion, my dear. Tonight,  let's have a very fancy party. I am so glad for you. Your quiet motivation is there for me every day, a true reflection of your dedication and hard work. Congratulations on the choice to turn your dreams into reality! Also Read: 99+ Best Happy Work Anniversary Messages and Wishes Raising a glass to your achievement—I am indeed a proud wife! Congratulations, love.

Congratulations, Hubby, for Promotion: Celebrate Success in Arts

Well achieved, darling, and it looks like creativity is your middle name! Good effort; the numbers on your skill bar are now higher; kudos. Keep this up, babe. You are doing amazing. Here, you spread your wings like a bird and soar! Your vision comes to life as the art is started! Also Read: 110+ Best Graduation Wishes to Write in Graduation Card 2024 Kudos, honey. Let me be a witness to your march to success. Celebrate with you victoriously! See, this is because your muse is all bright, and it is right in that way. Your cheeky talents are shooting high; applause for new heights of artistry. Go you! Your willingness is showing; give yourself a pat on the back for continuing to work hard.

Woo! What I like about you is your great talent for innovation, which should guide your work.  Congratulations and best wishes as you tackle your coming challenges! Your art is improving, so you should encourage and nurture that gift. Applause for you, dear! Also Read: Top 180+ Graduation Wishes for Daughter Inspire Her Future Yesterday, you were awarded a prize for creative activity. You have achieved this honour. Yay, you! The picture you are trying to paint is taking you by the hand; relishing this milestone is your right. Brava darling!

Congratulations, Hubby, for Promotion: Celebrate Success in Sports

 Be normal to be successful at the workplace; you'll be great for sure!   I'm pretty sure. From here, I love the one in which you speak, baby. Also Read: 70 Best New Job Wishes for Brother & Congratulation Message This was the fight you had been training for, no doubt about it.  You deserved it all because of your patience and efforts. With one more pat on your back, you have done it. Celebrate with me tonight. Your marketing plan has indeed brought outstanding results. Also Read: 120+ New Job Wishes for Husband & Congratulations Messages It's time for the big promotion. I'll be on the sidelines there, jamming with you guys. Way to go, champ! Your dedication is inspiring.  I feel like winning the trifecta when I am with you, darling. All is well; you are the mastermind behind the situation.  You proclaim success by elevating a glass to it! Here's to continued progress.

yes you made it—all yours, the greatest win. Congrats on the promotion, my dear! I'm your #1 fan. Also Read: 120+ New Job Wishes for Husband & Congratulations Messages  It's just the two of us, but I promise you that I will take you out to celebrate your success or big win. Dinner's on me to celebrate your job promotion! I am so proud to be with you forever. If you have achieved all the steps in your plan, including the main goalposts, then congratulations!

Congratulations, Hubby, for Promotion: Celebrate Success in Science

Keep it up, honey; this test was yours today! I had faith in your knowledge and am very proud of you. That’s why, Dr.Babe! Also Read: 160+ Happy Retirement Wishes, Messages & Best Retirement Quotes Your courage and discovery have brought you victory, which fills me with awe and admiration. Read the full article

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