#im always happy to eat salad

[randomceleste]

I wanna eat a head of lettuce like an apple

#im always happy to eat salad #i usually only bite straight up into gem lettuce #but like. If I find an iceberg lettuce that isnt the size of a big melon maybe ill indulge #fuck it we crunching down on the melon-sized lettuce actually

[jkslipppiercing]

Just Friends | jjk

• summary: a drabble in which y/n is going through some stuff and jungkook is there for her... as a friend.

• warnings: crying, mentions of losing someone, they kiss, mentions of an erection.

• WC: approx. 1.2k.

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"O-Oh! You're here!" i said with a huge beam on my face. i tried to play it off. i tried to show him i was happy. i wanted him to believe that i was, even though we both knew it was just an attempt to mask the hidden.

he stayed silent, stood in my doorway. he took a few steps toward me, and i took a few steps back. the only thing i truly wanted to do was bury myself in his arms and cry it out until dawn, but i dont trust myself to be so strong.

one touch from him,

one whisper is all it takes from him to break me.

"i made dinner!" my over enthusiastic- fake- voice booms through the walls of the apartment. "i made some pizza, even tossed up some salad- even though i hate it but i know how much you prefer a side of fiber with your meal to balance the calorie- intake-"

"Y/N."

"-i always notice when you prioritize vegetables along with protein if you want to eat extra carbs-"

"Y/N." he calls out my name again.

"i always keep you in mind when i cook, because you always compliment my cooking, but im not sure if you even like it- oh no! i never asked! do you even like my cooking-"

he takes a few strides over to me, cutting our distance short. my rambling stops, replaced by a sharp intake of air. at this proximity, im 100% sure he can see the deep purplish eyebags and the puffiness of my eyes, resulting from the sleepless nights and the continuity of my breakdowns. i look down, self conscious of my all-over-the-place appearance.

he lifts his hand and bends his index finger under my chin, lifting my head up to get a clear look of my face.

"it's okay."

two words, yet a thousand unspoken ones buried beneath.

he looks into my eyes so deeply, and everything just barrels down on me all of a sudden.

him being here, what happened earlier, the passing of someone i wished to never lose.

it all hits me at once. my brows scrunch, tears well up in my eyes, and i close them in an attempt to push them back. my breath shallows and the tears claw at my eyelids for an escape.

i manage a half-choke, half-sob as i open my eyes.

"i'm tired."

i hear a low curse under his breath before he cradles my body and scoops it up into his. we fit perfectly together, if only our lives weren't so depressing.

my sobs break free at the action, and i grab his shirt and scrunch it up angrily. if it weren't for the circumstances, the movement would've been considered as if i was pushing him away, when in reality, it's a plea for him to stay.

he still manages to hold me. screams climb up my throat in a rough scratch, tears run down my face, painting intricate lines upon a canvas that was once stainless.

i thrash against him and hit his chest, over and over again.

"please." i manage between my screams, and it seems as if my wails rip through the depths of his soul. he has such a pained look on his face, and if i didnt know better, i'd think he was the person who lost their family that day.

i hit and hit and hit against his chest, needing an outage to my frustration. he doesnt complain, only steadying me against him as he grabs my wrists together. it's as if he's pulling me into him, wanting to shield me, protecting me from my own inner battles.

my face is now spuished against his shirt, and my initial wails, pleas, and sobs, tune down to a more quiet rhythm of sniffels and whimpers.

sometime during the breakdown, we ended up on the floor. i now lay in his lap with my head on his shoulder, him holding me. he always does that. thick and thin, he's always there for me.

but why would he dedicate that much effort into being my friend?

he holds my hand and draws small invisible circles on it with his thumb, mumbling sweet reassurances to me.

i rotate my position to straddle him instead, and he complies.

i wrap my hands around his neck and still.

i stay still as he rests his hands on my waist.

what are we doing?

we're just friends.

"i could stay like this forever."

me too. that's what i wanted to say, but i cried so hard that i must've lost my voice from all the rough screaming.

instead of answering with words, i used actions instead. you know... actions speak louder than words?

i lift my head from his shoulder to look at him. he's looking at me like...i'm his.

maybe because i am.

but, we're just friends.

i place my lips gently on his own, hesitant at first. testing the waters.

what if he was repulsed by my puffy and red-rimmed eyes? what if my crying went beyond limits? what if i looked so ugly that he didnt want me-

but then, his lips moved.

still, just friends.

they moved so beautifully, claiming me. he invaded my mouth with his tongue, tasting me thoroughly.

he groaned in satisfaction, and smiled.

he smiled against my lips.

my hands swiveled up his neck and into his hair, tugging and holding on for dear life as he took control.

feeling bold, i ground my hips against his, but he stopped moving his lips against mine.

oh no.

"i'm sorry- i- i don't know why i did-" my cheeks pink in embarrassment, thinking of his hesitation as rejection.

he had the right to reject me.

we are just friends.

he shut me up with his lips, and i took it as a sign to carry on.

are we still just friends?

his groans turned into moans, and suddenly, i'm lifted into the air with his erection poking into my lower belly.

i whimper as he presses me into the wall and moves his lips down toward my neck, sucking and nibbling at his desired pace.

i let out a small whimper, of which he responds to with a small groan as encouragement.

"wait- wait." he pulls away and looks down, a pained look adorning his beautiful features.

he doesnt look hurt, he just looks...restrained.

oh.

"do you not want us to-"

"do i not want us to?" he looks at me in disbelief.

what?

at my confused expression, he lets me down on my feet as he struggles to explain.

"what are we, y/n?"

my confusion slowly subsides to be replaced with understanding.

"oh."

"yeah." he looks at the floor before averting his eyes to mine. "does this ruin our friendship?" he looks hesitant, which he has the right to be.

"just friends?"

he breaks out a small smile- so adorable-

"just friends."

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[carlos-in-glasses]

Happy Wednesday and yuletide felicitations to one and all.

Sharing a section from Where All This Love Comes From, Chapter 7: A Boy's Best Friend (posting on Sunday!)

In which teenage Carlos has been unceremoniously dragged by his parents to visit a newborn baby, and he isn't happy about it. Luckily, there's also a dog. And a boy.

He’s escaped to the kitchen, because here he can hang out with their elderly golden retriever – a glamorous white-coated lady called Zelda – and he’s massaging her head with salad tongs when he notices the time change on his digital watch. For some reason it makes him fiercely angry, and it’s the exact moment Gabriel wanders in to find him like this: Crouched on the terracotta floor tiles, looking furious, while an ancient pup appears to be in a state of total ecstasy because her ear is being rubbed by a large wooden fork.

“There you are,” Gabriel says, carrying his empty coffee mug to the sink. “Everyone was wondering where you got to. Give me that.” He scoffs and snatches the salad tongs from Carlos, dumping them in the sink with his mug.

Zelda whimpers at the loss, so Carlos strokes her snout with his thumb.

“When are we going home?” Carlos asks it like a challenge, stares at the time of his life ticking away.

12:01, his watch says.

He’s expecting his father to huff, to stretch out a pointing arm and demand he get his moody ass back into the living room and coo over the boring baby, but that doesn’t happen. When it doesn’t happen, Carlos finds the courage to glance up. Gabriel is drying his hands on a red gingham seersucker cloth, regarding him with a half-smile.

“Not really your scene, huh?” Gabriel says.

Carlos shrugs with one shoulder.

“I get it. But the girls want to stay.”

“I know.”

“How about you and me go for lunch?”

Carlos gazes at his dad distrustfully, rising to his feet. “Just us?”

“Yeah. I want to take my boy for some food.”

“I’m really, really hungry,” Carlos tells him, quiet and ashamed, like it’s a terrible secret, even though him eating everybody out of house and home is probably the most well-established fact about Carlos Reyes.

Gabriel laughs, slapping the cloth down. “I’ll take you to Mockingbird,” he says, “It’s been a long time.”

Mockingbird Diner. Sometimes, when Gabriel’s shifts had allowed it, he’d meet Carlos at the school gates and take him for a milkshake. When did that stop? It feels like forever ago, but when Carlos thinks about it, he can smell salted fries. He can feel himself holding an ice-cold glass. He’d always get vanilla. If Gabriel had a milkshake too, he’d always get chocolate.

_______________________________

It’s a hectic weekend lunchtime at Mockingbird, but a booth by the window becomes free as they enter. A friendly college-age boy buses them over. The table is still messy with evidence of its former occupants. Carlos watches with interest as half-empty lemonade glasses and plates scattered with crumbs are lifted out of sight. He likes the boy’s hands – the way they open and close and flex as he works to clean up. The way his tanned forearms, with a clear seam of defined muscle, protrude through rolled white shirt sleeves. He probably plays sport at UT. Carlos imagines him as a baseballer.

“I’ll grab you some menus, sirs,” the boy says cheerfully after spritzing and wiping down their table.

Carlos accidentally follows the boy with his eyes as he walks away. When his gaze finally travels to Gabriel – Gabriel is staring back curiously. He doesn’t know how long his dad has been observing him for.

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#If anyone knows the reference “yuletide felicitations” hit me up and your prize will be a screenshot of Tarlos embracing #wip wednesday #where all this love comes from #flashback fic #cig fic #my fic #tarlos fanfic #tarlos fanfiction

[joron1a-stardustlor]

Do you have scottbing hcs because im starving

the way i very audiably gasped and started jumping up and down when i saw this

Dont you worry fellow bretherin i'll feed the few scottning shippers out there;

SCOTTNING HCS [Scott x Lightning]

(Miniscule warning for child abuse/neglect and toxic relation ships*)

-Hmmm calling them either muscledirt or stardirt and nobody can stop me

-nobody would really be suprised if they were told scott and lightning were dating, but they never made it official, everybody knows but they just dont mention it

-Evil power couple who do very mean shit together

-their relationship has about three moods they are either fighting,making out or crying

-Lightning gets cold easily, so often he cuddles up to Scott for warmth, heas always suprised at how warm his skin is

-Scott is an unhinged farm boy, the biter even, will often wait for lightning to walk into a room to merely jump out from above and attack as a form of affection

-On the other hand Lightning does it at the most random moments

-Unless your're Sam or Brick who constantly encounter them doing this, you wont know if theyre serious or just messing with eachother

-For the most part they do this for fun and like to think of it as their own special way of showing affection

-Mommy issues x daddy issues exclusively*

-Going off from the last one Lightning always wanted to talk about what happened between him and his dad to Scott but he wasnt sure how to

-Scott then proceeded to tell Lightning about his Ma and how she used to beat him on how for most his childhood had deal with her liking his sister and treating him like shit to help him feel more comfortable

-Lightning's Dad always had high expectations and put a lot of pressure on him and ignored him when he failed, how after Cameron won, His dad had been ignoring his existence to the present

-The two often bonded over their parental issues

-Scott grew up eating dirt and gruel, the most he can cook is toast, bacon and eggs on the other side lightning is can cook amazing steaks and salads

-Scott of course pretends to hate Lightnings cooking, but in reality he made the best steak and salad you could ever dream of

-Lightning always calls out Scott for how skinny he is and always forces him to eat more steak

-Scott often replies to this with when is all the muscle in your body you get from steak going to work on his brain

-Lightning was willing to teach Scott how to properly cook a meal, leaving him a few simple ingredients to which one lightning since he realized he was missing some, when he came back Scott already burned himself and caused a fire

-they were supposed to be making hot dogs that night

-Scott likes tell Lightning hes a shmuck for being all rich and succesful and dare him to spend a week with him on the farm, to which of course Lightning said yes

-He quit after learning that all they had for breakfeast was a can of corn

-The amount of internalized homophobia i can fit in these two

-The two were very nervous to tell their parent about dating amother man but both their families were supportive

-Lightning started to fall for scott around the time he and courtney broke up

-Lightning and the other members of team dude were trying help Scott cope with the fact that courtney was just using him

-On the inside Lightning was kinda happy they broke up, mostly bc he knew courtney wasnt good for Scott

-Scott and Lightning insult eachother as a form of flirting with the other however the two arent too big on regualr flirtjng and compliments unless they feel like it

-They bust out the good tunes on saturday nights with some imagine dragons bursting through the radio/j

-As I have mentioned before, Scott and Lightning arent too big on regular romance but they do have their moments,

-Scott tried to cook something for Lightning bc he was having a bad day, and completly messed up and burnt the thing to a crisp, he was near tears at this so they just wrapped themselves up in blankets and cuddled for a while

-Both Lightning and Scott have scars after roti and they often caress the others scars as a form of comfort or reasurrment

-Scott has undiagnosed PTSD and depression, he often feels the need to push his feelings down and cover up anything he might make others feel like he is a nuisance

-He often has Nightmares or Panic attacks of Fang, Lightning feels guilty bc he is not good at comforting people and often needs Sam's help to make sure Scott doesnt hurt himself,faint,or hyperventilate too much

-In these situations the best thing Lightning can do is hug Scott and hope it calms him down

-Lightning likes watching sports live on tv or even better in the actual stadium, his favorite sports to play/watch are Football and Basketball, Scott despite not playing it himself argues with Lightning saying Baseball is better

-Lightning responds saying if he likes baseball so much to name every baseball player

-They enjoy doing stupid shit together, shit that could get them in trouble with police, stealing things,shoplifting,jaywalking, well thats Scott for the most part, all Lightning has ever done is steal a really expensive motorcycle

-They enjoy the others hobbies a lot, Scott always goes to Lightnings games and Lightning is always up for watching Scott hit and break bottles with a baseball bat

-Scott is Pansexual

-Lightning is Bisexual

Srry idk how to end hc lists but ty so much for asking me to make one

Dinner has been served :3

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[lordarsonizzzzt]

Ask and you shall receive. Glass, Kondraki, Clef, Bright and Iceberg with an S/O who loves to cook and bake lots of stuff cuz that's their love language and they also like to pamper the doctors a lot

thank u very much

SCP STAFF WITH AN S/O THAT LOVES BAKING AND COOKING

CHARACTERS: SIMON GLASS, KONDRAKI, ALTO CLEF, JACK BRIGHT, JULIAN ICEBERG.

DR GLASS

✴︎ Simon comes tired from work a lot, his patients are all lost cases, Clef almost shot him 'by accident' and Bright bite him.

✴︎ Imagine how he feels when he comes home and sees you with an apron and the smell of a home-cooked meal hits him in the face.

✴︎ He will shower you in praises, hugs and kisses.

✴︎ I think his love language is physical affection and words of affirmation.

✴︎ You usually cook him his breakfast, he usually has lunch at work but sometimes you even pack him some food, then he comes back home and dinner is served!

✴︎ On weekends you bake him cakes, cupcakes or anything that is sweet, Glass has a huge sweeth tooth and you have to keep him from trying to eat the mix or frosting.

✴︎ He is really thankful by all you do for him and will take you on well planned dates or have day that are all about you.

✴︎ After all, you are his world.

DR KONDRAKI

✶ Man loves you so so much, like I always say, he needs that domesticity in his life.

✶ He would text you something like 'work s stressing me out today, are you free to talk a bit?'

✶ And you will be cooking him some goodies while you both are speaking thru the phone.

✶ When he comes back home and sees you cooked for him he is going to cry, will hug you and kiss all your face and lips and god I want a boyfriend.

✶ Really grateful, feels like he owns you.

✶ If you work at the foundation you will bring him lunch and you both will eat in his office, he won't stop complenting your cooking.

✶ You are the only reason he has a stable eating time, if you didn't cook for him he would live on take out and alcohol.

✶ His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation.

DR ALTO CLEF

✉︎ Do not cook when this man is around, he is going to mess with it, eat the mix, or eat the butter.

✉︎ Loves it when you bake, will buy all the things you need to make a cheescake and will look at you with puppy eyes.

✉︎ Make him lunch to take to work please he can't stand the fucking shit they sell over there it's the same food every day.

✉︎ He will always come home like 'WE ARE A PLACE THAT IS MORE POWERFUL THAN THE GOVERMENT, WE HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO MAKE ALL THIS FUCKING WEIRD ASS CELLS BUT THEY CAN'T AFFOARD SOMETHING THAT ISN'T SALAD OR SOUP? IM NOT ASKING FOR A BOUFFET JUST ADD SOME NOODLES IN THERE IDK"

✉︎ So yeah just so he shuts up make him something.

✉︎ WILL BRAG in work about his s/o that, and i quote, "HAS SOME BUDTASTES AND UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK 05 COUNCIL SOUP IS THE BEST YOU CAN DO???"

✉︎ He is so mad about soup.

✉︎ Please please please teach him to bake (he just wants to spend time with you, will actually not learn anything and is going to mess everything up)

✉︎ His love language is gifts, he will bring you about anything that makes him think about you.

✉︎ "I found this weirdass chef plushie and I said 'my sweet crab babe is a chef to!' so i bought it."

✉︎ He calls you the weirdest nicknames known to man.

✉︎ I love writting about Clef I can make it so angsty or so fluffy.

DR BRIGHT

⚠︎ This man. He's tired, he is depressed, so when he comes home and finds out you made food for him? He just breaks, everytime.

⚠︎ He will be eating and out of nowhere will look at you, smile and start crying.

⚠︎ Has a sweet tooth too, if you bake him cupcakes he is going to melt on the spot.

⚠︎ Your food makes him feels good, like a wave of happiness just washed over him.

⚠︎ He once was looking something in his backpack and found you left him a box with a lot of cookies and he had to fight the tears.

⚠︎ Really, this guy does a lot and barely gets any recognition, his parents are shitty, his brothers are all trash expect TJ, who he wants to take out of this filthy place, so you coming in and just caring for him is so,,, so weird and makes him sad, because when you are gone, who will be there for him?

⚠︎ He'll have days when he doesn't want to see you, will lock himself in the bathroom and cry for hours. He wants you to hate him, to never want to see him again and just stop caring for him. (im not reflecting no)

⚠︎ Other days he'll just be so clingy, he's glad you are by his side and are willing to help him with his shitty life.

⚠︎ He will sneak you in the foundation so you can meet TJ, he's going to watch you two interact and will have a small smile in his face.

⚠︎ His love language is acts of service and physical affection.

⚠︎ He will do anything you need. Want him to go do grocery shopping? Done, want him to fix something that broke in the house? Done, want him to just carry you around because you are royalty? DONE.

⚠︎ Please be pacient with him, he fears death more than anything but not upon him, but upon his loved ones.

DR ICEBERG

❆ You were a one night stand at first, he still worked at the military when you two got together.

❆ He woke up and didn't find you next to him so he just assumed you went home, then the smell of bacon and coffee hit his nose and he found you there, in the kitchen making breakfast for both of you.

❆ Even before he started working at the foundation he was a little bit of an asshole, but never to you, he was warm with you.

❆ You would be making dinner and he would come up from behind and hug you, you would be too surprised because he was gone for months on some mission.

❆ Now he was cold, but never to you. He may not be too physical now but he still smiles and jokes, he has a really crude sense of humor now and he always looked ready to snap. But to you? he was still Julian, the guy that always wore combat boots even on summer.

❆ You will always bake him cookies, croissant, even a whole ass cake for him to take to work. 'You better share' you will say, he would remember that a little too late.

❆ His love language is physical affection, gifts and acts of service.

❆ Loves telling you everything that goes on on the foundation (the things he founds funny at least)

❆ You know that some guy got blown away because he threw a molotov at them and he survived, this other guy with the weird amullet got shot several times because he stole the cinnammon rolls from the 3 eyed blondie, you honestly think he does drugs sometimes.

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[drpeppertummy]

sending gray off to marianne bc im mean. but tbh . sunnys really the only one whos any fun for her to play with

[hunger, semi-willing stuffing]

It was late at night, and Gray sat alone in the diner booth, sleepily pondering over the extensive menu. He'd almost gone straight home after the long day of work, desperate to collapse into bed and fall asleep, but his hungry belly had been persuasive, and, knowing he didn't have the energy to cook, he'd decided to stop by the diner. He was the only customer in the place, and it was quiet apart from the soft voice of P@tsy Cline coming through the fuzzy old speakers. Gray yawned. The menu felt like a novel, and his tired eyes refused to focus on it. His belly rumbled.

"Sounds like you're ready for a midnight snack," teased the waitress, and Gray looked up, blushing. "What can I get you tonight, big guy?"

"Um…" Gray glanced back at the menu, uncertain. The waitress--Marianne, according to her name tag--watched for a moment, amused, as his eyes darted helplessly over the menu.

"It's a lot to look at," she chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Mind if I recommend something?"

"Sure," he agreed. Between being unbelievably sleepy and unbelievably shy, his low voice was nearly inaudible. Smiling, Marianne leaned over his shoulder to look at the menu. Gray remained frozen as she pondered for a moment, then tapped on one of the pictures with a long painted nail.

"How about a nice big bowl of fettuccine Alfredo? That'll fill that hungry belly up nicely," she suggested. Meekly, he nodded, and she gave his shoulder an approving pat before standing up straight again.

"Now, that comes with a soup and a salad…"

The pasta came with two sides--Gray had decided on a baked potato and mac and cheese--and, following an ill-timed bit of input from his hungry stomach, Marianne had talked him into not only upgrading the size of the soup but adding an appetizer as well. He wasn't sure whether any of that had been a good idea--he had a big appetite, but he wasn't a bottomless pit--but he'd always been a pushover, and he found it difficult to say no to the assertive waitress. He was absolutely starving, though, and it would be good to have leftovers, so he supposed it would be alright.

It wasn't long before Marianne returned with the salad and a steaming bowl of clam chowder. Gray thanked her quietly as she set the dishes down, and his belly rumbled at the alluring smell of the chowder. He blushed, embarrassed at his chatty stomach, but Marianne just smiled.

"I don't know whether this'll wake you up or put you to sleep faster, but you'd better get going before your stomach starts eating itself," she teased, giving him a friendly pat on the back. "The mozzarella sticks will be just a couple more minutes, alright?" He nodded shyly, and she left him with a cheeky smile. Diner waitresses were often friendly, but Marianne was something else, especially for Gray, who, with his looming figure and stone-faced stare, tended to make people a little nervous. Marianne, needless to say, was not nervous in the slightest. Marianne, as a matter of fact, seemed to somehow know exactly what a timid little mouse Gray was just under that big intimidating exterior, and she was perfectly happy to play the role of the cat.

Gray covered a yawn, then picked up his spoon to start on the chowder. His stomach welcomed it eagerly, and the anxious ache that had been growing in its emptiness began to dissipate. The salad was less of a thrill than the soup, but he switched back and forth between the two as he ate, not wanting to waste it. Gradually, his hunger faded, though he was still looking forward to the fettuccine. Just as he was finishing up the soup and salad, Marianne returned with the appetizer.

"Look at that, perfect timing," she said approvingly. She swapped the empty dishes for a plate of hot, fresh mozzarella sticks, and, despite not being terribly hungry anymore, Gray's stomach let out another soft little growl. They looked immensely appealing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten mozzarella sticks at a restaurant.

"Your dinner won't be long, so go ahead and eat up, cutie pie," she said, flashing him a sweet smile before leaving him alone with the appetizer. He watched her go, blushing and bewildered, then blinked and turned back to the mozzarella sticks.

The sticks were perfectly crispy and melty, so hot that it was difficult to pick them up, but it didn't take long for Gray to finish them off. On top of the soup and salad, they sat heavy in his belly, and he was beginning to feel full. For a moment he began to regret letting Marianne talk him into the appetizer; he didn't eat as much fried food as he did when he was younger, and he was feeling like he might wind up with a bellyache if he ate anything else. When Marianne returned with the pasta, though, that feeling quickly departed.

"Hope you're still hungry," she said, setting the steaming bowl before him. As a matter of fact, he wasn't, but the fettuccine looked and smelled fantastic, as did the baked potato and the mac and cheese that accompanied it. Marianne began to turn away, then stopped and looked back down at him.

"Y'know, I bet a big guy like you could finish off that whole thing," she said, and a look in her eye suggested that it was a challenge. Gray wasn't competitive like his ridiculous little friend Sunny, and he was more apt to back away from challenges. For some reason, though, he felt oddly compelled to please Marianne, and less oddly nervous to disappoint her. She left with a wink, and he looked down at the food before him.

The pasta was as good as it looked, but it didn't take long for the fullness in Gray's belly to become distracting. The mozzarella sticks had brought him to the point of being comfortably full, and he'd barely made a dent in the fettuccine when he began to feel his stomach growing tighter. Still, the hot, saucy pasta was delicious, and he pushed on.

Gray nibbled on the sides as he ate, trying to pace himself. He was undeniably stuffed now, and he could feel his already round belly beginning to bulge more firmly against the waist of his pants. The pants were already snug, and they squeezed him uncomfortably around the middle as he grew fuller and fuller. Just as he was about to quit for the night, Marianne appeared beside him.

"Doing alright over here, sweetpea?" She smiled down at him, and he could feel her eyes on his belly. Almost instinctively, he held a hand over it, nodding.

"Good," she said, grinning. "You're not too full to finish, are you? That stuff heats up alright, but it's never as good as it is fresh, you know." As a matter of fact, Gray was very full. Before he could muster up the nerve to ask for a box, though, Marianne was gone. He hesitated, unsure what to do, and then picked up his fork again.

He knew she had a point about reheating the pasta; creamy sauces had a tendency to get funny in the microwave, and restaurant food was rarely as good the next day. Despite being full, his stomach didn't quite ache, and he supposed he could eat a little more and enjoy the meal while it was still at its best. He picked up another forkful and continued eating.

To his own surprise, Gray managed to eat a substantial amount of the pasta, although this wasn't without consequence. His belly bulged out tight and firm now, pulling the fabric of his shirt taut and straining the button of his pants. There was a tremendous pressure in his stomach, its bulky contents pushing out against its tightly-stretched walls as though they were desperate to break free, and he felt bloated, heavy, and overall stuffed. He didn't think his belly could take another bite.

"My goodness, your tummy looks just about ready to pop," said Marianne, sounding immensely pleased. Gray looked sheepishly up at her, ashamed at having stuffed himself so much, but he was met with an approving smile.

"You know, there's only a little teeny tiny bit left," she pointed out. "Barely even enough to take home. It'd be silly not to finish it up now, don't you think?" Gray looked down at his bowl. She was right; there were only a few bites left. His belly grumbled uncertainly, and he placed a tentative hand on it. It felt incredibly tight. He wasn't sure if it could hold any more.

"Come on," she said softly, leaning down beside him. "Big guy like you, you can fit a tiny bit more in there, can't you?" She gave his belly a gentle pat and was pleased at how firm it felt. Gray looked nervously at her, then back at the pasta. His belly felt like it could burst. Reluctantly, he picked up the fork.

With Marianne hovering by his side, Gray awkwardly scooped up another bite of pasta. It didn't go down easy; his stomach couldn't stretch much further. The waist of his pants creaked as the pressure behind it grew. Still, as long as Marianne was staring him down, he felt that he had to go on. He ate another bite, and then another. His stomach groaned uncomfortably as it strained to hold onto the enormous dinner inside it.

Finally, he was relieved to see that there was only one bite left. He didn't think he could take more than that if his life depended on it. With a soft sigh, he twirled up the last few strands of pasta on his fork and finished them off. His belly rumbled ominously as he swallowed, stretching to its absolute limit to fit the last little bit of fettuccine, and, to his horror, the button of his jeans popped open. He froze, absolutely mortified, but Marianne just laughed and patted his distended belly. He blushed deeply.

"I'm impressed, cutie pie," she giggled, standing up straight. "I didn't think you'd really be able to do it." Gray held his hands against his aching belly, stuffed and exhausted and entirely unsure how to respond. He wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep off the enormous dinner, though he was sure his overworked stomach would still be sore in the morning.

Another waitress walked through the door, glanced over at Marianne, and rolled her eyes. Marianne smiled slyly at her, then turned back to Gray and leaned in close.

"My shift is over, sweetheart," she said, murmuring softly into his ear. "You're looking awful sleepy. Why don't you come home with me tonight and let me take care of that poor tummy?" Somehow, oddly enough, Gray thought that sounded alright.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #hunger kink #xgraythehumanx #xmariannex #burst mention

[akai-anna]

HEY THERE MY LOVELY MUTUAL <3 <3 (I love when you reblog and queue my posts ur actually amazing ily so much I love reading your tags hugs hugs hugs <3 <3 <3 im in love, giggling kicking my feet everyday)

SAW THE CHARACTERS OPINION BINGO U REBLOGGED 👍 I GOTCHU

TAKAGI. BABY BOI OF DCMK (I remember seeing a poll rolling around somewhere about the most dcmk baby girl and Takagi won)

I will also have to have to ask you about Kaito HAHAH (my fav blorbo i will admit)

ok the thing is im from australia. choose an australian animal of your choice bc i am Intrigued. im not too sure how the bingo would translate though hahahah I don't think it would work very well

(feel free to also ask me anything or talk to me and about this bingo too >v0 b)

wait you know what i forgot LOL WE GOTTA HAVE THE PROTAGONIST DUO SHIN/CONE AS WELL. PLS

*LIGHTS UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE* MY DEAR MUTUAL, HI CYN, HELLO!!!!

Firstly: WE'VE NEVER TALKED BEFORE BUT LET ME TELL YOU, I WAS (still am) SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT WHEN I SAW YOU SEND IN AN ASK! Yes, I keep track and i'm always happy to see you in my activity and my dash! (I'm also really happy to see we mutually share that feeling; I relate to the giggling kicking feet sentiment a lot.) I'm happy to have this chance to interact with you, in a sense, face to face! Bless you, darling, and I'm sending hugs right back at you.

Secondly: YOU HAVE EXCELLENT TASTE AND YOU HAVE MY ETERNAL ADORATION ESPECIALLY FOR ONE TAKAGI WATARU, he always needs more love, I FREAKING ADORE THAT MAN.

Thirdly: warning notes apply, as stated in previous asks:

I tend to interpret things liberally: only my own rules apply, which means ->

I check everything that makes sense to me, even if they might seem contradictory

The Character Opinion Bingo in question

Prepare for endless ranting. And as a certain someone says: さあショーの始まりだ わ!

I. Takagi Wataru

The Babygirl and Malewife of My Heart Personal Special Tag: #takagi is a good man

Points that I feel need a little elaboration:

I am so normal about them: I use the word "normal" as a synonym for "utterly obsessed with" and "absolutely love and adore". (I don't like the word in itself, hence, the only context I use it in, is this. But that is another story.)

*puts them in a salad spinner*: as in, the salad spinner is my brain, and he keeps rotating in it at high centrifugal force.

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it and That's a solid design right there: Detco Canon is... As much as I love it, I think we can agree it has its shortcomings/issues, and one of them is coming up. These two points go hand in hand at this moment because LOOK AT HIM!!! LOOK AT HIM!!! THIS MAN IS A BABY!!! LOOK AT HIM, HE'S PERFECT!!! THE SPIKY HAIR!!! THE SHAPES!!! THE COLOUR PALETTE!!! HE'S SO CUTE!!

I resonate with this particular video: his new design in the anime (partly thanks to the general Square-and-Pointy-fication) is just... THEY HAD THE PERFECT MAN. IT'S A CRIME. Bless that he is at least still cute in the manga, even if not the same way as in the early anime. The sharp cheekbones and soft looking hair have their charm.

My point is: THIS!!!! MAN!!! IS!!! A BABY!!!!

Literally I would kiss them and I want to BITE them: he makes me go FERAL with LOVE, and makes me feel like I want to gnaw on something or eat a whole fridge or scream endlessly into a pillow. I wouldn't do it to HIM (I'll leave that to Satou Miwako), but generally, the feeling is there. (Okay, I'll be honest, I would totally give him forehead, cheek, or hair kisses.)

To close his section, have one of my favourite bits about this Baby Of A Man. That poll was absolutely right about him, THE ULTIMATE BABYGIRL (and Malewife TM).

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II. Kuroba Kaito/Kaitou KID

The Local Mischief and Chaos Bringer Personal Special Tag: #the magical agent of chaos

LOL I DIDN'T EXPECT TO GET A BINGO, EVEN WITH THE FREE SPACE HAHA

Some points are the same as for Takagi, but here is elaboration on the ones that don't match:

Bastard, A Beast Unleashed and They didn't get bullied enough: let's be real. He's an Absolute Menace. And I sort of love that about him. Highly competent (competency makes me go weak), and if that is not scary (and hot) I don't know what. And sometimes he also goes too far (lifting skirts is not okay at all, Kaito) and needs someone to put a leash on him (or kick a soccer ball at him/chase him in a classroom). I feel that sometimes he needs a bit of bullying a challenge, to think about things. And again, honesty: I love seeing him suffer a bit, I love his Panic Moments LOL. Not in a mean way. But I also love how kind he is; the baseball chapter in the MK manga has my heart, and the Clock Tower Heist, and the Red Tear chapter... Not to mention the Nightmare arc. He cares about people and making others happy. I feel I went on a tangent here. Onto the bastard bit: he CAN BE SUCH A BASTARD AND I LOVE THAT ABOUT HIM TOO. Two of my favourite bits of Bastardry from him include 1) HOW HE DISGUISED AS RAN AND HOW HE BAITED SHINICHI AT THE VERY END OF THAT ENCOUNTER and 2) THE WAY HE SENDS SHINICHI CAREENING IN THE SIDECAR LIKE IT'S NOTHING (but also Shinichi getting right back at him and setting fire to the fckin fuel.) Pure Bastard Energy.

I want their gender: I love the way he is just so free-spirited about how he dresses/disguises. And I love the thought of him and Aoko doing outfit swaps (I blame that competition in MK for these. Also look at these delightful posts on the topic).

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it: I have... issues, with canon, you could say. Like the way he has no support system, especially bothers me. I would like to see his character treated with more care (be it MK or DetCo). I live for good character development, and I crave that for him.

To close this section, have one of my favourite conversations between these two menaces of nature.

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III. Australian Animal of Choice: Koala

Fun fact: I've been in love with koalas ever since I got a keyholder plushie from relatives in Australia when I was like... in kindergarten? Or early elementary? Also don't worry, *puts on sunglasses* I wouldn't have mentioned animals, if I thought I couldn't work with them.

Elaboration is needed here I feel.

I am so normal about them: I'm not as obsessed as I used to be but I'm eternally fond of koalas. Did you know their fingerprints are so similar to us they could be mistaken for human fingerprints? Or how they spend most of their time sleeping because the eucalyptus they consume is toxic? Or how they can actually swim well? Or how they are literally surviving by being Dumb As Shit because Being Dumb Saves Energy? Yeah, I'm totally normal about them.

*projects onto them like a mf* and I want their gender: Oh to be a koala, just existing, sleeping, sometimes waking up to eat some eucalyptus, then going right back to sleep. I want that.

That's a solid design right there: HAVE YOU SEEN THEM? SO FLUFFY LOOKING!!! WITH BIG CLAWS!!! THE BIG NOSE!!! SO SHAPED!!! NOT TO MENTION THE EARS!!!

They are so silly and They Sure Do Exist: how did this animal even come into existence? Weird lil creatures. THEY ARE JUST SO SILLY. THE NOISES THE MAKE. Like oh my god.

Literally I would kiss them: THEY JUST LOOK SO SOFT, HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME NOT TO BURY MY FACE IN THE FUR?

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IV. Kudou Shinichi/Edogawa Conan

*Prof Agasa voice* He has many nicknames, like Gremlin Child, Absolute Menace, Ultimate Baby, Lil Nerd, Walking Encyclopedia Son, or Disaster Child. I think I call him as many names as I do my dear Rosie, so that is quite telling LMAO Personal Special Tag: #the detective gremlin

HDSBSKDB DOUBLE BINGO (AND ALMOST 4 BC HE'S ALSO DET'S FAV, SO ALMOST CROSSED OUT PROXY TOO KSJNVKSVNJS OK, my love for him is showing, I guess)

EDIT: FCKIN TRIPLE BINGO AS @vampirecatsw POINTED OUT oh my god, I'm blind

Again, some thoughts on relevant bits.

*projects onto them like a mf*: THIS CHILD IS SO FCKIN NEURODIVERGENT, AND I FCKIN RELATE, ALSO HE LOVES AND CARES SO DEEPLY IT HURTS AND I RELATE SO HARD.

A Beast Unleashed: another MENACE OF NATURE. You cannot let him roam free, he finds trouble like it's Breathing. Also love it when he goes ballistic. Or when he shows how competent he is. Like GOD. HE'S AMAZING, and he's a danger to criminals and himself, mostly.

Everyone else if wrong about them: not EVERYONE, just... some people. We agreed with a friend that some of our issues in portrayal lies with the fandom sort assigning him traits that Hakuba has, but not Shinichi (Hakubification). Of course, people can have their fun with it, but it's not for me and have my own opinions on the matter.

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it: again, DetCo has issues. Like the lack of continuity/ erased character development, or not bringing up issues ever again, and the like. Early DetCo was GOOD at these, and I miss those times.

That's a solid design right there and I fuck with this aesthetic so hard: HE IS!!!! SO SHAPED!!!!! SO ROUND!!! (or at least used to be) THE GENTLE CURVES OF HIS FACE!!! THE SILLY HAIR!!!! NOT TO MENTION HIS FCKIN WARDROBE!!!! I'M OBSESSED WITH HIM!!! Also, I have a huge thing for blue eyes and dark hair combination, not to mention the glasses... I'm fckin weak for glasses... god. He just hits all the right spots in my heart and brain. (Not to mention his personality, I WANT TO CRY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH-)

They didn't get bullied enough: I live for others teasing Gremlin Child. It's not quite bullying (never HURT HIM FOR REAL, I'LL CRY), but he needs to be TEASED MORE FOR SURE. I guess Bastardry also fits into this, that's good too.

SQUEAK: sometimes he is just so DUMB I want to SQUISH HIM HARD OR SHAKE HIM. I LOVE HIM, I SO DO, even if he is an idiot at times. God. I love him.

Literally I would kiss them and I want to BITE them: HIS CHEEKS ARE SO PERFECTLY ROUND I WANT TO CHOMP ON THEM. ALSO ALL THE KISSES TO HIM!!!!! BABY BOY!!!! GIVE HIM ALL THE KISSES!!!! AND HUGS TOO!!!

Bastard: the way he FCKS WITH SOME CRIMINALS. OH MY GOD. THE WAY HE IS SOMETIMES A MENACE ON PURPOSE. THE WAY HE SOMETIMES GETS SO ANNOYED HE JUST GOES FOR HIS WATCH. Also the way he is an absolute bastard to KID. His attitude is just so. *chef kiss* Love a menace of a child, HE'S AMAZING. HIS RAZOR SHARP SMIRK, THE MISCHIEVOUS CHILD FACE.

I have way too many favourite bits related to this boi. So. Have these random screencaps from my DCMK folder.

I hope you have fun reading this madness, Cyn! I HAD AN ABSOLUTE BLAST, YOU HAVE MY ETERNAL LOVE, may you have an absolutely blessed day, dear.

#detective conan #magic kaito #la junk talks #detco posting #asks #vampirecatsw #did i make shinichi be the 4th bc of a pun? totally #i've been infected with sillypunnitis #you literally went and asked about my favourites you are the best #(tho. that is not hard to do bc i adore so many characters in detco fkvjnfdvkjfnk i'm obsessed TM) #may you have fun reading this word vomit hahahah #god can you tell i love talking about them? gosh bc i do #also me thinking about what it tells about me that i would not SQUEAK takagi #but i would shinichi ksjfndfjvndfk #takagi wataru: too good to be squeaked

[mooodyblue]

elvis tag game by @headfullofpresley 💗

this is gonna be so loong i apologize in advance 😭😭 i have a lot of thoughts and opinions

tagging: @lllsaslll @elvisfatass @prayerstopresley @kiankiwi-blog and whoever wants to do this 😅

questions under the cut bc i rly listed a good chunk of his discography lol

When was the first time you heard of Elvis?

i'm sure my parents have played something of his growing up, i was more into mj than anything else. i wish i could remember like....the first real time i was ever really introduced to him. he's been referenced in so many of my interests that im sure there was i time i was like 10 and being like "oh that's an elvis reference" lol

what's your favorite era?

70s!!!! big daddy era as y'all call it 😅

favorite song(s) from the 50s?

trying to get to you, i'm counting on you, love me, don't be cruel, lawdy miss clawdy, as long as i have you, trouble, crawfish, i want you i need you i love you, one sided love affair, loving you, young and beautiful ...... i should probably stop before i list them all

favorite song(s) from the 60s

fever, such a night, im coming home, pocketful of rainbows, edge of reality, almost in love, can't help falling in love, the walls have ears, do not disturb, cotton candy land, it's now or never, rubberneckin', summer kisses winter tears, crying in the chapel, suspicious minds....literally everything on from elvis in memphis. god i want to list more but i need to STOP!!

favorite song(s) from the 70s

runaway, polk salad annie, you've lost that loving feeling, moody blue(duh), rags to riches, funny how time slips away, american trilogy!!!!!!!!!, hurt, make the world go away, the wonder of you

all time favorite songs that you can't skip?

suspicious minds, an american trilogy, pocketful of rainbows, i'm coming home, rubberneckin', honestly there's so many. i feel bad if i skip sometimes LOL

least favorite song?

im so sorry but tutti frutti💔

favorite gospel song(s)?

i still need to dive more into his gospel music, but i really love crying in the chapel and you never walk alone.

favorite country song(s)?

funny how time slips away, kentucky rain, always on my mind, make the world go away

favorite non english song?

wooden heart <3

a song(s) that make you feel nostalgic?

can't help falling in love 💗

a song(s) that makes you cry?

unchained melody!!!!! lord i can barely listen to it 😭

a song(s) that make you wanna dance?

rubberneckin', im coming home, got a lot o' livin to do, polk salad annie, suspicious minds

favorite song elvis as covered?

any day now and yesterday

what's a modern song you wish you could hear elvis cover?

i think he'd eat up two ghosts or ever since new york by harry styles tbh.

do you prefer vinyl or cd?

vinyl!!! i actually don't own a single elvis cd, just vinyls(cassettes too!)

favorite album?

self titled and from elvis in memphis <3

favorite movie soundtrack?

king creole for SURE

favorite live performance?

the laughing version of are you lonesome tonight 😅 also welcome to my world from aloha from hawaii !!!

a live performance you wish you were present at?

aloha from hawaii 100% but also literally any of his vegas shows in '69 because that entire live album had me laughing my ass off LMAO

favorite jumpsuits?

THIS ONE.

favorite movie(s)?

king creole, loving you, live a little love a little, follow that dream and girl happy(mostly because elvis in a dress)

least favorite movie(s)?

stay away joe, kissin' cousins, and double trouble.

favorite costar?

michele carey <3 i luv bernice

favorite documentary?

that's the way it is

favorite interview?

i didn't even have to THINK about this one. i know this is a press conference but idk. same thing? anyway, june 9th 1972 new york hilton elvis i want you so bad !!!!!! it's iconic and i just love how he is with everyone 😭

favorite car?

idk after i first watched elvis (2022) i wanted a pink cadillac so LOL

do you collect merch? if so, what's the one thing you hold most dear to your heart?

i do!! i have his vinyls mostly. but my tcb necklace is my lucky charm at this point, i just wish i had gotten it in silver instead of gold 😅

do you think you'll be a fan of elvis for the rest of your life?

absolutely. ive had a lot of interests and have lost interest in a lot of things but this is so much more different. he truly is everything to me and i've never felt so connected with someone in my whole life. i really do adore him.

#tag games #this was fun tho it's crazy how much i know compared to months ago

[scoopsgf]

im really conflicted with lorelai because on one hand, she raised her daughter by herself after becoming a teen mom and basically got her life together on her own. on the other hand, she’s not a great parent- i hate to say it but if lorelai fed her daughter junk food and was flaky as a mom, but great as a best friend, most people around her in the real world would question her parenting style. i get that her relationship with her parents is unstable due to lasting traumas but the way she treats her parents even after they paid for rory’s school irks me. she didn’t treat max right, she wasn’t always great to sookie, and it’s just a multitude of things that make me appreciate her, but not like her.

hmm… i can see this, but i feel like lorelai gets demonized for a lot of normal, little mistakes that most parents and people in general make. coming from someone who wishes that they had a lorelai for a mom, i’m more willing to look past the tiny infractions. the junk food thing is purely for comedic effect so i really don’t take it into consideration when i judge lorelai’s parenting skills (plus we see fruits and vegetables in their fridge on multiple occasions, and while lor and rory often go out to eat, rory could easily order like, a salad from luke’s if she wanted. he’d be happy to make that for her, meaning she does have access to healthy foods, not to mention her chilton lunch meals are definitely nutritionally balanced). anyway, i wouldn’t call lorelai a flaky mom at all. in fact i’d say she’s almost overly invested in rory’s life: she always wants to know what’s going on, she goes out of her way to make sure rory has what she needs, and she’s constantly trying to maintain an open line of communication with her daughter. while she doesn’t always go about this the right way, it’s her intentions that really matter—she wants rory to know she can come to her, that she can trust her. she makes rory dresses from scratch and fills their house with books and music and goes to business school so she can make a better life for them. she puts aside her pride to ensure that rory’ll have the best education possible. yeah, she can be selfish and immature at times, and she screws up, but so does everyone and that’s literally the point of the show: all the characters on gg are meant to be realistic, they’re meant to frustrate the audience at times and piss people off, because that’s just human nature. no one can be perfect, but lorelai is definitely a really great mom. she just has deep-seated issues when it comes to things like boys and intimacy and secret keeping, which given her upbringing is kind of hard to put her down for (though it does drive me crazy at times). anyway yeah, idk, my point is that of course she can’t be perfect but compared to a lot of moms (both in fiction and irl) she does pretty damn well.

#asks #anon #gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #i rag on her a lot for her treatment of jess and stuff but like #other than how she handles rory’s romantic relationships and all that #she does such a good job of raising rory? #and while it was of course generous of emily and richard to pay for rory’s tuition #that doesn’t mean lorelai is obligated to just forget her entire past with them and worship the ground they walk on #they did kind of treat her like crap. i mean they gave her opportunities and made sure she was in great schools and all that #but that’s kind of the bare minimum considering their lifestyle #and they refused to understand who she was as a person. they emotionally neglected her. they shamed her for being a normal teenaged girl #anyone growing up in that household with all of those unrealistic expectations would feel suffocated and resentful #lorelai didn’t really get to have a childhood. she wasn’t a ‘kid’ she was a ‘young lady’ #and there’s a big difference in how that affects a child from a developmental standpoint. believe me i’ve been studying this stuff #for the past three years #treating a kid like they should already be behaving with maturity and putting them down for every mistake #screws with their brain chemistry #anyway. hhhhh i will criticize her but i will also defend her. i have so many mixed feelings about her #which if anything is just a reflection of how three dimensional she is as a character

[stormyoceans]

I still cant get over what Vegas' fear of abandonment has lead him to. He really believed that Pete a grown man, with agency and personhood will be happy staying chained in a room, fed on nothing but youtube taught food and sex. LIKE? VEGAS baby that is not how this works. I kind of dont want this season to end with them together they NEED to work on themselves first.

i mean.. what vegas cooked for pete following a youtube recipe looked way better and more nutritional than my current diet of pasta salad and bubble tea ;;;;;;;; (im JOKING) (i mean, not about my current diet, that’s sadly very real)

but seriously, i do get what you mean, though i’d argue that vegas biggest mistake was trying to take away what he gave pete back: his sense of self. when pete said 'right now i feel useless' and then quickly corrected it to 'no, i've always been useless. i never exist. i have no feelings', it's because it's not just being held captive that's breaking him, it's the weight of his whole life. from his father's abuse to being a bodyguard for the main family, pete was never allowed to be just pete, he was never allowed to just exist. he built himself a mask to cope and survive, one that's happy and caring and carefree but also hollow, and nobody ever cared enough to look behind it, and slowly but surely that mask started to eat away at pete's real self and became a burden too. you mentioned agency and personhood, but i wonder just how much agency and personhood can someone have when their whole life revolves around their job and their job is to be ready to lay down their life for someone else. being a bodyguard also entails conforming to everyone else, to have the same clothes, to abide by the same rules, to respond to someone else's needs and never your own, to become a faceless body who can be easily replaced by another. and pete is a great bodyguard, because the real pete has always been invisible, his mask making him become just an empty container for people to dump their needs in without caring what damage they could be doing in the process, without caring what pete's needs could be

this is where vegas comes in, and from here on everything i say may be an unpopular opinion, but i feel like if it weren't for vegas, pete could have been going on living as he did, being nothing and feeling nothing, until he eventually died protecting tankhun or kinn, but vegas gave pete something he never had: vegas made him feel seen, and appreciated, and wanted, made him remember what it was like to be a person (isn't it interesting that, after just saying he lost his humanity and has no feelings, pete tells vegas 'i'm human. i have feelings'?). and then vegas chained him up again, vegas tried to push pete back behind his mask ('you're just my pet'), and pete could have taken that from anyone, but not from vegas, not after getting reminded of what being human feels like, and everything suddenly overflows

this is actually why after episode 13 i personally want vegas and pete to end up together this season EVEN MORE, because pete may have gone back to the main family, may be desperately try to fit back in the place he was before, but it’s impossible to go back being no one when you were finally someone, and vegas, by being the one person who ever saw pete, was the only one who could ever break pete so completely, but like it or not, he is also the only one who can put pete back together

#like yeah they obviously need to work on themselves and heal #but episode 13 made it abundantly clear that they cannot do that without each other #anyway.. just throwing my two cents in ;;;;;; #also let's see if tumblr finally allows me to reply to asks #vegaspete #m: ask

[duckymcdoorknob]

Oopsies another super self indulgent drabble. This time it’s feat. one of my biggest fucking kins rn.

This is for my ED homies. You’re seen, you’re understood, you’re loved.

CW BELOW THE CUT: Eating Dis0rder thoughts and behaviors.

You couldn’t lie to yourself, it was getting bad once again. You had been in a safe spot with your eating habits, but all good things come to an eventual end. As the most dreaded part of your day arrived, you mentally prepared to face your greatest rival: mealtime.

Opting for a basic salad, and a small bowl of fruit, you obtain your lunch and sit outside of the cafeteria, tucked away in a little corner. You always loved the space, since it was out of the way of almost every other person’s field of view.

You hesitantly placed the plate and bowl in front of you, slowly sitting down in the hard, plastic, chair. When you went to pick up your fork, your hand shook violently in protest.

Sighing, you put the fork down back in its home next to the plate. You ran your head through your hands as tears burned your eyes. You remembered the words of your friends, more-so they burned in your subconscious.

‘It’s not hard, just eat.’

‘You’re doing this to yourself’

‘Woah here we go again, who would’ve guessed?’

‘Just get over it’

Just get over it… just… just eat. It’s not hard. It’s-

“Hey.”

You slowly brought your teary eyes up to meet shining amber ones. The boy standing before you was clad in a yellow hoodie and black pants. He had red hair, accompanied by a headband, and he was holding a tray of food. “Do you… uh, do you mind if I.. if I join you?”

Sniffling and wiping your tears with an embarrassed chuckle, you agreed hesitantly. “Y-Yeah. Sorry I’m uh, I’m just-“

“No worries.” The unnamed boy said with a patient smile, setting his tray on the table and sitting down, “I couldn’t just sit and listen to you cry, so I wanted to have lunch with you. I hope I’m not making anything worse for you.”

“No! Not at all, I’m just having one of those days, if you know what I mean.” You reply quickly, trying to awkwardly laugh through the situation.

“Oh trust me, I know all about the days.” The red haired-male said, resting his cheek on his closed fist, “I’m Reki by the way, Reki Kyan.” He beamed a close-eyed smile.

“I’m (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)!” You chirped in response, feeling a little better due to his cheerful demeanor.

“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N)! So tell me, what do you find to be special about you?” Reki asked happily, picking up a French fry from his tray and popping it into his mouth, “Man, the food in the cafeteria is either gourmet, or prison-grade.”

The comment elicited a chuckle from you. Your attention turned down to the untouched salad in front of you, it’s contents mocking you. You knew it was maybe 250-300 calories, but it was just too many. Sure, you can have some jello when you get back home, but you needed some kind of protein to keep from falling asleep in class.

You picked up your fork, perpetually shaky hands doing nothing to help you do so. “Well since you put me on the spot, I’ve forgotten every interesting thing about me.” You replied awkwardly, stifling a pitiful laugh.

“That’s alright! Im more than happy to go on and on about how coooool I am.” Reki chimed in response. “I love to skateboard. I’ve been doing it for so long, I couldn’t even tell you how old I was when I started-“

His rambling fell deadly upon your ears as you look down at the still untouched salad. You wanted to take a bite of it, just to keep your potential new friend from running away. You just couldn’t bear it… the thought of the empty calories hitting your empty stomach was too much to bear.

You sighed as more tears brimmed fresh in your lash line. You put the fork down in defeat, once again. Eyes blaring holes into the sickeningly-sweet bowl of untouched fruit.

Within a short moment, you felt a warmth encapsulate your shaking hand. You felt a thumb gently rubbing the base of your own, a comforting gesture you found that you seriously lacked in life.

“It’s alright… I know exactly how you’re feeling right now.”

Once again looking up, you managed to see Reki through your clouded vision. His features were sympathetic, as if he truly understood.

“N-No it’s.. it’s nothing.” You reply, sniffling.

“(Y/N)…” He smiles at you sadly, “It’s hard for me sometimes too.”

A short gasp rips from your lungs as you take in the genuinity of his voice. The tears that brimmed at your lash line were now falling on your lap as you hung your head shamefully. “I just want to be normal, Reki.” You whisper through your blossoming hysterics.

The red-haired male wastes no time standing up and kneeling down in the grass, so he could wrap his arms around you securely. “I’ve got you…” he whispered, “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

Reki held you with a firm gentleness, with enough pressure to show you he would never leave, but enough softness to keep you from feeling trapped. He held you close and gently rubbed the space between your shoulders. “I’m so proud of you for making it this far.” He whispered, once more sending you into hysterics.

“I-I- I’m just so… so tired of it, Reki.” You choked, “I’m tired of being terrified of something I need to survive. I’m tired of seeing food as a measurement of mental fortitude. I’m tired of having to earn the right to eat certain things by losing weight. I’m tired of never having energy during the day because I’m so under-fed.” You confessed, sinking deeper into the embrace.

“I understand. It may not seem it, but I truly have been where you are before. My relationship with food has improved but, not well…” the red-haired boy replied, “It helped having Joe and Cherry around. Hell, even little Miya was like my personal cheerleader. I know this isn’t a one-time-fix and then poof you’re normal, it’s a difficult and sometimes gross process.”

You nodded, taking in every word.

“Do you mind sitting in the grass? That chair can hardly be comfortable.” Reki asked suddenly, arms retreating from your figure.

You giggled as you settled into the grass next to him. “The chair wasn’t uncomfortable, your knees just hurt, didn’t they?” You dared to tease, sniffling and wiping your remaining tears.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I have very big concern about the health of your tailbone going numb, thank you. If your butt goes numb, I’m not carrying you to your next class.” The redhead teased, hands absentmindedly running through your hair. “We’ll get through this.” He replied.

You sniffled and agreed with a quiet nod. “We… we will.”

“Together.” Reki whispered, holding your hand once more.

Connecting your free hand with the other two, you smiled at Reki as a single tear slipped from your eye.

“Together.”

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#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #skate the infinity #sk8 x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 the infinity x gender neutral reader #sk8 imagines #sk8 the infinity imagines #Reki x reader #reki kyan x reader #reki kyan #kyan reki #reki #Reki fluff #Reki comfort #sk8 the infinity comfort #sk8 comfort #Reki x reader comfort #anime #anime x reader #anime imagine #anime fluff #anime comfort #tw ed thoughts #tw ed behavior #tw ed #cw ed talk #cw ed

[berry-hwa]

Im procrastinating big time

So here yall go. Part 3. Its less short again but! It will do! Enjoy :3

"So this is the uniform..."

"Mhm!"

It was bright and early in the morning when she got woken up by knocking at her door. Eisuke had been kind enough (for now) to let her stay in one of the penthouse guest rooms, telling her she could move into the employee dormitory later if she so wished. And now, she sat in her new bed, half asleep in her pajamas as she stared down at the hotel uniform splayed out across her sheets, which had been generously given to her by Baba.

"I'll escort you down to the meeting room with the manager of this hotel, Mr. Kenzaki! He'll give you instructions and introduce you to the other workers." He flashed a smile, one she wished she could return. The sun was very bright on her tired eyes.

"Okay...thanks." She finally muttered.

"Anything else you might need is all in this room, buut if you still have any questions, you can always come find me~ I'd be happy to help out." He really was quite nice. Nicer than the others, at least. She couldn't say his charisma incited anything within her, though.

"...Okay, I'll get ready." Gosh she wanted to sleep.

"Alright! I'll wait downstairs for you." He flashed another dazzling smile with a courteous little bow and put his fedora over his heart, exiting the room. What...an interesting man.

She continued staring at the uniform before promptly falling backwards onto her pillows, looking up at the ceiling now. She's never been a fan of this much light and color...maybe she could arrange some changes with Eisuke later.

But for now, she had to get up and meet Baba downstairs. So she sat back up and picked up the pieces of the uniform with a yawn, climbing out of bed and dragging herself to the bathroom to freshen up.

Thank goodness there was a bath in the guest room.

************

After a very eventful 20 minutes, she finally made her way down to the penthouse where the thief was waiting for her. He smiled at her sight alone.

"There you are!...that was pretty quick, did you not grab a bite of anything?" His smile fell a tad as he questioned her. Right. She hadn't eaten anything in about 12 hours.

"Actually...I can last fairly long without any food. Mermaids are conditioned as such." She stood face to face with him as he offered her a hand down the last few steps, getting down with his help. "Our diets are pretty vegetarian under the sea."

"Ah, right. Eating fish would be pretty awkward, huh?" He chuckled at his own words.

"...Perhaps. I generally dislike seafood altogether." A lot of her people actually had great appetites for fish and creatures alike, but even when she lived on land all it took was a taste of some seafood for her to vow never to eat any again.

"No shame in that!" Baba smiled at her again, "Is there anything you would like to eat? I'm not sure if the cafeteria here would satisfy your needs..."

Hm. What would she like to eat.

...

...Was he trying to ask her out to lunch?

"I'm not sure. Maybe...salad? That's as close as one can get to a mermaid's diet."

"Hmm...alright, I'll ask around for it. For now though," He made his way over to the door and opened it, "After you, m'lady!" Sort of old fashioned, isn't he?

"Thank you."

************

About an hour later, she was finally put to work. She was introduced as Eisuke's close relative to cover up the fact that she'd also be working up in the penthouse. Probably arranged by none other than Eisuke himself. She also had been given instructions on how to clean the rooms, but Mr. Kenzaki advised to watch her coworkers and learn from them bit by bit instead of charging in headfirst. So, that is what she was currently up to.

She'd been placed in a group with two other girls, presumably around her age, who seemed pretty nice. Unlike the girl who seemed to criticize her even while she was standing, with a very judgemental gaze. She soon found out her name was Erika and that she was infamous for terrorizing every maid in the hotel, newbie or not.

"Collecting these sheets and changing them may be hard for a first timer, but I'm sure you'll get it down sooner or later. How about you try it in the next room?" Her thoughts were interrupted by her group-mate, Chisato. She was quite lovely and very nice...and also very pretty, Mira noted.

Right. The job.

"Oh, alright...I can give it a try."

"I'm done over here, Chisato!" Her second group-mate emerged from the bathroom, chipper as ever. She was much more youthful and energized than Chisato seemed, reminding Mira of someone...someone close.

"You can move onto the next room then, Sakiko. Thanks." Chisato smiled as she fluffed up the pillows of the bed they were currently standing at.

Alright. As pretty as Chisato was, she couldn't keep her attention on her.

Instead, her mind kept wandering to Ota.

His behavior the previous night was just so...odd, even before she knocked that wine glass over onto Eisuke's leg. How she kept noticing his gaze at her pearl necklace during the I.V.C. How he was usually always in unison with Baba's antics and was known to be a little devil under his angelic persona, yet didn't exhibit any of that behavior the whole time she was in his presence...

Very weird.

She'd have to investigate that some time.

"Mira? Are you coming?" Chisato's smooth voice broke her out of her thoughts. Still on the job, Mira. Focus.

"Yep, I'm coming."

************

What an exhausting day.

Baba had come around for lunch, asking if she'd like to have a meal together — confirming her earlier suspicions. She politely declined though, opting to sit with Chisato and Sakiko in the cafeteria, to get to know them better and make some friends. She couldn't deny that his crestfallen face made her a little regretful, but oh well. She didn't exactly plan to get close to any of the men in the penthouse...and she had an inkling Baba would get over his heartbreak sooner or later anyway.

She found herself enjoying Chisato's and Sakiko's presence, especially when Erika had bumped into them and started tearing away at the three of them with her two sidekicks. She was quite the interesting character too.

Surprisingly, she didn't mess up at work as bad as she thought she would. She knew firsthand she didn't want to get involved in any water work like cleaning the washrooms and windows, so she took over the beds and generally tidying up the rooms, just as Chisato instructed her. She got the hang of it soon even if she wasn't as swift as Chisato, but she was still pretty happy with herself.

Now, in result of all her manual labor, she was pretty exhausted as she made her way up to the penthouse. She could already hear the voices behind the door she stood in front of.

"How about this item? I think I can get a hold of it if you give me a week or two, boss."

"Do what you want, just bring it back in perfect condition."

"Good evening, everyone." She quietly walked in, closing the doors behind her. What where they talking about?

"Hello pretty lady! Anything we can help you with?" Baba smiled at her for the nth time that day. It was getting to the point where he looked a bit uncanny if he wasn't smiling.

"No, not at all. Continue on with your work or...whatever?" She tilted her head at the group that was collected. Everyone was there, except for Ota. Once again, very odd. They looked like they were discussing something important though, with the way even Mamoru made the effort to be present and pay attention(?) So maybe he just had no business with the rest of them. Still though, odd.

"Are you cleaning the rooms upstairs too?" The thief picked up some documents (what an odd sight) whilst keeping his eyes on her.

"I am, I hope none of you mind...?" She looked to Eisuke, who raised an eyebrow at her question.

"I wouldn't have hired you to work up here for nothing." So he's a stick in the mud. And acts like a spoiled brat. This is the man who's supposed to save her and her people.

"Alright then, page me if you need anything." She didn't know what the "pager" device was when she found it amongst the pieces of her uniform, but Sakiko had explained to her that it must've been Ichinomiya's way of contacting her and calling her up to the penthouse. You learn something new everyday.

Making her way up the stairs, who did she bump into? None other than the angelic artist, who had just left his own room.

"Oh."

"Oh. Hello, Ota." She bowed her head and looked up at his surprised face. Was he...always like this? Or was she the reason he was acting so strangely?

"Good evening uhh...Mira, was it?" He laughed a little to ease the air. There was definitely something strange about him.

"Yes, it's Mira. I can clean your room, right?"

"O-Oh. Yeah, sure, no problem...go ahead." Fidgety. Strangely fidgety. It's not like he was nervous or shy around her, was it?...She was very curious. She wasn't sure if asking him would be the right call though, lest she scared him off or something of the sorts.

"Is everything alright? You seem flustered...you're not ill, are you?" She placed her palm against his forehead and quickly pulled it back when Ota visibly jumped. Looks like she still scared him off.

"I uhh...I'm fine! I'm just going out for some fresh air and...creative inspiration, yeah. Off I go!" He gave her a half-assed smile and dashed past her, right down the stairs.

Goodness...such weird people circling her all day.

************

It was later at night when she decided to stop sitting in her room and head downstairs, purely out of boredom. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. What was she supposed to do???

She was very surprised to see the CEO in one of the chairs, staring off into the distance as he drank some coffee.

"Hello again, mister siren." Everyone else had left so she felt like she could talk to him more freely.

"...Don't call me that." He scowled at her. For some reason she enjoyed riling him up and getting him to react to such simple jabs. He's oh so sensitive.

"What are you thinking about?" She took a seat in the red couch a little ways from Eisuke and crossed her legs.

"Stuff. I don't think you'd care much." He took another sip of his coffee, scowl almost deepening as he swallowed. "What are you doing down here?"

"I got bored. So I thought I'd find something interesting down here." She eyed his coffee with interest and pointed to it. "Are you not a fan of that?"

"What, this?" He lifted the mug for her to see, "It's coffee. Ever heard of that?"

She mirrored his scowl.

"Of course I have. I wasn't born yesterday." Still being an ass, huh?

"Nobody can get the taste right." He huffed like a child. Really, what difference was there between one and him?

"Have you considered giving them the needed instructions?" She questioned and if she blinked, she almost would've missed the way Eisuke's eye had twitched.

"Jeez. Don't give me that look. I know you're a siren and all but..."

"How are you so sure of that? Have you even seen my form?"

...

Huh.

"...Actually. You're smart." She got up, locking eyes with Eisuke who stared at her in confusion.

"How about...we go for a swim?"

#haiii #ill probably post part 4 tomorrow or the day after :3 #love 365 #voltage inc #love 365: find your story #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb fanfic

[spongebob-connoisseur]

im sorry but why are you obsessed with slappy (peter lorre fish)

Simple answer: he's my favorite character and deserves all the love he can gets! :)

Long answer: idk he clicked in my brain years ago. He's like a parasitic disease of the brain. Eating away until nothing is left.

I always find it ironic the first time I watched Spongebob's Big Birthday Blowout, I didn't care for Slappy much. Though I was catching up on the show and was weary of how weird the show was. The 2nd time I watched the episode, I was more accustomed to how weird modern Spongebob can be so I ended up liking him a lot. Something about the eyes, his sleepy demeanor, its uncomfortable but silly. I joked back then it was likely a remnant of liking Salad Fingers beforehand. Now I have a mutual who likes Slappy who ALSO liked Salad Fingers a lot. So there's a chance that there's a Salad Fingers to Slappy pipeline jk.

Idk slappy is just adorable. The begining of the Patrick Show REALLY made him adorable. And I guess I always had an affinity to creepy things so it clicked. I think he's silly. I remember in the beginning I thought it aas funny I should like such an ugly and disgusting character and I enjoyed bugging my SB followers about it. But overtime I grew more obsessed because that's how my brain works. Part of it is indeed exaggeration because it creates a distance between me and my followers and I prefer that, kinda like playing a character. But he genuinely is my favorite. I vibe with how he is a weirdo and doesn't care and deliberately weirds people out for his own enjoyment.

My obsession for Slappy also lead to other things, discovering he's a Peter Lorre characters and eventually the actor himself. Its genuinely interesting how much stuff this bug eyed Hungarian actor ended up influencing such a large portion of animation. You can find an imitation of him in nearly EVERY cartoon. Spongebob fans like to claim Slappy is just ripping off Looney Tunes but that is such a lazy idea. If you had any idea hOW MANY Peter Lorre caricatures there is, you'd know that Slappy was inevitable lmao.

Slappy is just a pleasant character. I'm really happy it introduced me to so much. I REALLY enjoyed going through Peter Lorre's discography and the fanbase he has on tumblr. I've learned so much and it wouldn't have happened if I didn't become obsessed with Slappy. I think that's also a big thing too, I really hope Slappy does push people into getting into Peter Lorre movies because they're genuinely good. I've already had a handful of mutuals who ended up getting into his movies cuz I pushed Slappy so hard. So its working >:D

I don't really have much energy to post on this blog as much anymore. Chronic zero energy eepy gurl syndrome. I feel like I said as much as I could say about spongebob and I don't have as much time as I had during the pandemic. I do enjoy having mutuals and socializing through this blog but I often have a hard time keeping up with things and I am scared of my ask box because it's too much to go through,,,, if I do come on here then its to gush about stuff I like in the show like Slappy.

But also my more cynical opinion: I think fandoms have always had this thing where people obsess over male characters and give them attention that is sometimes not even deserved while also neglecting the female characters.

Often times it's male attracted individuals who do this because they are likely somewhat crushing on the characters and they are the majority in fandom spaces, thus end up over prioritizing male characters. This isn't exclusive to being male attracted tho but sometimes does influence opinions. In general fandoms always tend to over-humanize the male characters and overlook the female characters because brain worms that you probably already know what I'm referring to. Starts with a P and ends with a Y.

I've seen this all the time and I know I'm guilty of it too, I'm aware.

Come on, I'm in a fandom, I'm a girl who's also male attracted. Would any of this had occurred if this was a female character? I can notice my own biases.

He so silly <3

#He just a silly boy uwu #Silly silly #He makes me so happy #I want to rip out his liver and eat it #the spongebob connoisseur #Ask #Baldi-loves-juice #The fact that slappy has a female counterpart that i often overlook is the most telling part of this #Slappy Laszlo

[pbandjesse]

I am pretty exhausted. I am very glad to be home. Today felt a lot more normal after how chaotic yesterday was. I slept pretty well. And I felt alright when I woke up. Using the salonpas on my neck last night really helped. It still hurts but it's a lot better. Im trying it again tonight we'll see if it helps more.

I woke up and felt good. I thought I would like my romper but I ended up feeling weird all day. I don't know why! I love this outfit normally!! But I felt both to frumpy and to sexy?? Like I was just really uncomfortable.

I felt a little weird all morning and I felt like I could have been nicer to James. Like I didn't do anything but I felt like I could have been nicer. And then I didn't like my podcast. I was just feeling off.

And then when I got outside I found what I think is a bullet?? Next to the car?? Super weird. I thought it was just a piece of metal but I'm not sure. I showed it to Heather and she agrees it seems to be a bullet. Wild wild wild.

Camp was good though. A bit cold this morning. And I put a sweatshirt and walked around for a bit. They patched the dining hall and it was much more picked up. The nurse's office got a tarp over it. Day camp was back. Things were good.

I had a nice talk to Heather and sat in the office for a while. Eventually Cecilia and Annabelle came into the office and we discussed packing up supplies and getting ready for the end of camp. I offered to store all their stuff so we don't have to have it in Yukon. And everyone agreed so I would make sure 4 cabinets were clear and put labels on them.

And that lead me to want to start organizing and packing my own stuff. So then the art building looked like it was exploding it was such a mess pulling things out to pack and organize.

Which was very fun for me! I also made time to work on my painting. I got a lot done. In adding in texture and detail. I would sit outside and look at the building and I felt like I was getting good stuff done.

And the Hannah my cit came and she had a full leg brace on!! Cause apparently after she left yesterday she fell and jacked herself up. It's the same leg she had knee surgery on last year. So I was very worried for her. And she was apologetic for leaving early tomorrow because of her fall, that I didn't even know happened, so she brought me a cake pop!! I love cake pops so it was such a nice gesture even if it wasn't necessary.

She would work on organizing some boxes of materials to consolidate and get rid of trash. Because it's so hard for me to throw things away. She was super helpful and made it a lot easier on me. I would get a ton done inside while she worked outside.

And the groups would be good. Only one in the morning. Top bar made great art as always. And I worked on my knitting and my painting and enjoyed them making pretty things.

And then I had a two hour break. Which was nice because I got so much more done on the building. It's going to take all week but progress is progress.

Blanche was there borrowing bracelet string and she brought me a rubber snake to paint that belongs to one of her campers. I was happy to help and the camper was so happy when she got it back. She kept saying she loved me. It was very sweet. I hope the paint sticks.

Lunch was fine. The tater tots were nice. The sandwich was boring. I had brought pasta salad from whole foods so I wasn't hungry. I mostly just enjoyed sitting with the other specialty staff. I'm glad Ty has made friends in the YLPs, but I do miss him eating with us. I still had fun with Celia and Annabelle and Antonio. We had our specialty sauce and I showed them all the trinkets in my backpack. And it was nice.

The afternoon went well. My day campers did great stockade was nice. I organized beads. Poppy, a top bar girl, who didn't want to do BB guns, would come hang out with me and helped organize beads and I let her DJ and chose all the songs. Mostly Disney songs and the Barbie sound track.

The boys were good. But I was not happy with Jorge because he had a pretty bad cough and if I get sick I'm going to be furious with him. They all made good art but I felt really bad when two boys bracelets exploded when we tried to tie them. I felt so bad! Especially when the one told me it was his last week at puhtok ever!! He got a job at Rita's. I'm happy for him but still sad!! The children are growing up.

After my last day campers left I went down to the office to talk to Heather and Alexi about my fall schedule and plan. I'm going to do Tuesday to Friday 8 to 4, with Monday being a work from home office hours situation. Answering emails and such. I am very pleased with that. And I explained how the lesson plans are going to go and how I'm going to streamline everything. Heather is excited and is happy with the progress I've made. I told her what my plans were for writing out the lesson plans over the next week or so. And we are going to set up a new email address for feild trips and start reaching out to schools in the next week. Amazing. I'm excited.

I also chatted with Chris about a flag idea he had for next summer. Which I would take charge of and I think will be fun. Basically he wants me to sew little flags for the counselors to put their badges on. So I'm going to do some research for that too. Supplies and such. I have some ideas and I'm excited to put that together for him.

I had the horse girls last. And they did a good job. And because they were so self sufficient I was able to work on my painting. Which they kept telling me was so pretty and good. Which felt very nice.

After the horse girls left Hannah asked to try inverting on my silks. And she was very scared but she did it and I was very proud of her for not being scared. I would also hang from it s lot today. Working on stretching more. I am still get cramps in my calves which is frustrating but at least my neck is doing a little better.

I was glad to be done for the day. After Hannah left I locked up the building and went home.

People were driving very silly but I got back to my neighborhood in one piece. I went to Walgreens and got more of the salonpas patches and got my prescription. I was a little annoyed when I realized she never asked for my insurance. She was just goj g to charge me $39 when it was actually free with my insurance!! The card just hadn't been on file. But I figured it out before I paid anything and got my medication for free and was much happier.

They were fixing the gate on the front door so I got stuck for a moment. The guy was very apologetic but I was like. No it's okay!! You are doing your job!!

And then I was able to get home. I parallel parked. Very proud. James was making tomato soup from scratch. It smelled excellent.

I took a shower and washed my hair while James finished dinner. And we ate together on the couch. The food was very good. And it gave me the energy to work on my planning for an hour. I got some more layout down and some writing for the first program. I will keep working on it for sure but it's going well.

Since then me and James have just been resting together. Watching videos. Sweetp was being very bad but I still want to cuddle him even if he keeps attacking me.

We are watching videos now. Sending silly pictures back and forth. But now I am ready to go brush my teeth and go to sleep. I have really been happier coming home. I love staying at camp but I'm coming to terms with being okay with not feeling forced. I can stay sometimes, I can come home when I want. Everything is fine.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of yourself. Until next time.

[neither-blogs]

Food/Cal Log 07/02-07/08

Sunday ✦ Fasted, 24cal, -0cal, net: -64

Monday ✦ 533cal, -373cal, net: 160

Tuesday ✦ 629cal, -25cal, net: 378

Wednesday ✦ 596.2cal, -29cal, net: 567

Thursday ✦ 1,580cal, -27cal, net: 1,553

Friday ✦ xcal, -xcal, net:

Saturday ✦ xcal, -xcal, net:

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-MEAL BREAKDOWN-

Sunday: I fasted of course, as always but i stopped by the shop I work at and got a sugar free snowball which was only 24cal by snowizards knowledge. It’s not counted since I was taste testing for work.

Monday: For breakfast I had oatmeal with berries and a decaf coffee which was 163cal total. I didn’t really want to eat durning lunch but I had work and I becan to feel super nauseous after taking cold medicine. For lunch I had fries for about 100cal, I got then at a burger joint to this is just an estimate. Before dinner I had a snack which was just 1/4 slim Jim for just 35 calories and dinner was whatever my mother had made and then some food my sister brought me from her job for a total of 235cal.

Tuesday: For breakfast I had a canned stew which was 120cal. I was supposed to eat 1 cup but I grabbed the wrong measuring cup and had already given the rest to my mother. For a snack I had a protein brownie and a pack of rice crackers which was 112.5cal total. Lunch was a black cherry Cho and yogurt that I wanted to try. It was 110cal total and I definitely regret it because it was so bad and I didn’t like it even a tiny bit. I had a snack right before dinner because I started feeling extremely nauseous. I was just a rice cake with sparkling water for a total of just 35cal and then dinner was beans and rice with a pack of rice crackers for dessert for just 152.5cal total.

Wednesday: For breakfast had oatmeal and bacon for a total of 216cal, I think the calories are less because miscalculated bacon calories but it’s fine. For lunch I have a pack of rice crackers and Greek yogurt for a total of 164.5cal, and lunch was something my mother made for just 145 calories total. I did another taste testing for work even though I was off again, I just got less and of course the calories don’t count so I didn’t calculate them but it was about 60-70 calories. I don’t have it down that I had dinner so I think I skipped it but I did have a beef jerky as a snack for just 70 calories.

Thursday: Thursday’s was the day zi really went over and, one of the reasons is because I felt like I was going to pass out around lunch and I had work again so I wanted to be safe. For breakfast I had a breakfast bagel for 295 calories. I thought I was going to have space for a snack so I had hot funions for 110cal. For lunch I was going to skip but I started getting dizzy spells so I had a cup of noodles with wasabi seaweed for a total of 315 calories. Because I was already at my limit, I was just going to skip dinner but I stayed up trying to watch a kid Rama and my sister came over so I started to binge. The binge was a total of 860 calories that included: 2 rice cakes, a salad, Cheetos, and a breakfast bagel. I was very upset with myself but the black hole I felt finally closed up after I ate the breakfast bagel so I was just happy I could finally stop feeling so hungry.

Friday & Saturday: Friday and Saturday were another black holes. i couldn't keep track of what I ate and when besides dinner for both with was pizza for Friday and black bean noodles Saturday. Pizza was about 750 and the noodles were about 550 so im assuming the total calories consumed for those two days were around 1,500 cal.

( I keep forgetting to updates these logs before they get posted since they're queued, sorry about that).

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[nelly-wants-to-b-skinny]

I've been wanting to do this but I'll just do it all together :)

1. weight- 185, chest- 41.2, waist-34.0, hips-44.0, thighs- 28.0

2. 5'5, yes im totally okay with my height tbh

3. we have a very similar body type so i feel like it's the most realistic for me

4. tbh just losing my dd boobs that's it.

5. im tired of being the big and ugly friend, i owe it to my young chubby self to finally be pretty.

6. define binge lol. to me if I eat normally i define that as binge. but tbh I don't think I actually binge idk.

7. yes they do, however they don't know how far I'm willing to go. but they don't. they're actually happy I am.

8. i would do cardio 3 times a week, and then do core 2 times a week, but now im doing chloe ting workouts so :))

9. 100% all the time, I've hears it ever since grade school tbh, and it's literally ruined who I am and my relationship with food.

10. i guess my love for baking, it's been really hard baking for my friends and family and not having the opportunity to have these things yk.

11. lol i don't have one hahaha.

12. hmm that's a good question, i usually stick to fruits i try to stay away from meat and dairy, however it's not always easy. but for a good day, I'll have my black coffee in the morning and then like a garden salad in the afternoon.

13. definitely unhealthy lmao, I will starve myself until I lose as much weight as I can.

14. 120lbs, it used to be 140 but that's how much my sis weighs and I wanna be smaller than her

15. I'm neither but I seriously am considering going vegetarian bc I didn't eat meat for 3 days and lost literally 7lbs so I just might.

16. I've always tried to lose weight, yk go on a diet, work out, however this year I realized I was going to go on vacation and I needed to look pretty for my pictures so I decided to go back to my old habits and I triggered my ed, it took some time like 2 months until eventually in the end of March I started thinking the same way once again. I would starve and calculate calories.

17. im not sure. I don't want to say yes since I'm not diagnosed, but I will say I have disordered eating 100%.

18. cheese. ik ppl are gonna scream, but I love it so much lol.

19. hmm actually a while back I think like a couple weeks ago maybe I month.

20. ballerina diet ahhh or maybe the iu diet.

21. triggered. lol I'm usually a L/XL for jeans I'm a 14. bra size is 38DD.

22. damn idk bruh, I remember when I used to be 160, that's the lowest number I can remember, that's when I started weighing myself and it ruined me. I don't remember gaining weight tbh, I think it was when I was recovering.

23. absolutely. growing up I watched eugenia a lot and i loved kpop in ms so I would always wonder what it would be like to be skinny like them.

24. uh i don't like them, but that's me personal. I'm not someone to encourage this illness to someone else.

25. yes. I've done it multiple times. my first time was at a party actually. I had eaten 3 slices of pizza and my stomach hurt rlly bad I had told my friend and she told me she'd find me laxatives or smth I told her no. so I hard searched up what to do and I found a reddit form about purging I did exactly that and threw up as much as I could. it was so bad I was crying bc I felt to bad but my stomach felt better. I think that's when I realized I could enjoy my food but also not consume calories.

26. CLOTHES. finally getting to wear what I want and look pretty no matter what. ugh I can't wait.

27. i try to slip into a mentality of like food isn't fuel it's trash, and it's gonna make you rot.

28. I'd love to, i want to lose as much thigh fat as possible I don't think i could think bc of my family genes

29. anything but me. I don't think beauty can be defined. to me beauty is a subjective what is beautiful to me is not beautiful to you.

30. im hispanic. i have curly hair. im bi. i have a gf. i like to bake. i can't swim. i have insomnia. i have social anxiety. i love kpop. coffee is my bsf.

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