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below-average-fangirl · 2 years

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I'm halfway through Tom Cruise's filmography, and one aspect of his acting which stood out to me is that he's unafraid to show vulnerability on screen, be it fear, silliness, or embarrassment, i.e.

- Jerry Maguire face-planting onto the floor when he rushes back into the office after being fired.

- Ethan Hunt in Fallout after the bathroom fight when Ilsa tells him he doesn't know what he's involved with. "I don't know what I'm involved in. I don't know what I'm involved in... What am I involved in?"

- Ethan Hunt in Rogue Nation when he attempted to jump over the hood of the car, slipped and face-planted onto the floor.

- Bill Cage when he is wiped out by a car while running to Rita in Edge of Tomorrow.

- Jack Reacher looking at the knife when he has to face off with the bad guys who have assault rifles.

I couldn't help but think of Harrison Ford. It’s been said somewhere by someone that one of the great traits Ford has as a screen actor is the ability to show fear without undermining his hero status, and I think Tom Cruise shares this trait, as well as humor. Their characters are funny and they will often lean into the humor without undercutting it, and that makes them more relatable. However, despite those similarities, the way I respond to them as an audience member is very, very different.

Harrison Ford is an actor I grew up watching, and Star Wars and Indiana Jones were the main staples. While I did enjoy those films, even as a kid, there was an energy Ford brought to the screen which felt dangerous. Thankfully, this is all brilliantly examined by Pop Culture Detective in this video, and jumping off the back of that, I want to talk about the power dynamics between Tom's characters and the female leads in his action films.

Let’s start with Nick Morton in The Mummy, who is an adventurous type in a similar vein to Indiana Jones. Both characters go around stealing artifacts. Although Indiana Jones would claim he’s preserving them by putting them in a museum, he's still stealing them from the indigenous culture. Nick is more honest with himself about being a thief. Another distinction between Nick Morton and Indiana Jones is how they interact with their respective heroines. Our first introduction to Jenny Halsey in The Mummy is when she, without hesitation, slaps Nick across the face and calls him out for stealing some papers from her. Nick plays dumb because he thinks she won’t want to admit that they slept together. However, Jenny is not at all embarrassed by this and instead uses it to get in a dig about Nick’s prowess in bed. In response to this, Nick makes a quip that she didn't complain the night before about his performance. The key difference between what you would see from a character like Indiana Jones in this scene is that at no point during this exchange does Nick get in Jenny’s face or manhandle her to try and intimidate her physically to reassert his masculinity.

Then there's Bill Cage in Edge of Tomorrow, who, like Nick Morton, is a morally ambiguous character. Cage is a coward who finds himself a safe job far away from the fighting, but is suddenly stripped of his rank and thrust onto the frontline after the attempted blackmail of an army general backfires. When he first comes across Rita Vrataski on the beach, he is lying on his belly, out of his depth in battle and looking up at her with bewilderment and awe, the Angel of Verdun. Rita is then immediately killed by a rocket blast right in front of him. The second time Cage meets Rita on the beach, he saves her life by pushing her out of the way of the rocket and getting hit instead. This is where we see Rita’s determination and single-minded focus to win the war; she does not stop to mourn or thank the man who saved her life; instead, she steals Cage’s power back and leaves him for dead on the beach. This ruthlessness does not deter Cage from seeking her out again on the battlefield. He knows Rita is his way off this beach. Once Rita understands that he has the power to reset the day, this is where Cage’s purpose changes from trying to save himself to serving Rita. We witness this with the scene at the farmhouse where he is kneeling at her feet serving her coffee.

By this point in the film, Cage is as well trained as Rita, but his authority never supersedes hers; he is only ever subservient. He does try to deter her from the mission by not admitting that they have been at the farmhouse before. He already knows that no matter what he does, he can’t save her, he can’t get her past this point, and what gives him away is three sachets of sugar. That one caring act of being prepared to make her coffee as she likes it is enough for Rita to realize that he’s lying, that they have been at this farmhouse multiple times. Here is where something shifts in Cage, because after witnessing Rita’s death this time, instead of telling her in the next loop that he can reset the day, he decides to find the omega on his own, knowing that if he succeeds, Rita will be dead.

"I’m a soldier. Why does it matter what happens to me?"

Cage is learning that in war you can’t save everyone, something Rita knew when in one loop she unceremoniously took his power pack after saving her. This is when he begins to be on an equal footing with Rita, demonstrated in the scene where they both realize, and agree without words, that they have to break into Whitehall to steal the transponder. While they had been a team before, Cage is now fully onboard with the job of finding and killing the omega. They then only have one shot left at succeeding, because Cage has lost the ability to reset the day anymore, but Rita trusts Cage to do it. This finally shows that they are equals.

In contrast to Nick Morton and Bill Cage, there’s Ethan Hunt, a morally good character who is intelligent, highly capable, and most importantly, empathetic. I won't go through all six Mission Impossible films, but instead, solely focus on the dynamic between Ethan and Ilsa. Ilsa saves Ethan on multiple occasions in Rogue Nation.

The first time the audience and Ethan meet Ilsa is at a moment when Ethan is incredibly vulnerable. He just witnessed the murder of a fellow IMF agent before being gassed and kidnapped, where he wakes up tied to a pole in a basement under threat of torture. It is only because of Ilsa that Ethan makes it out alive. The second time they cross paths is after the opera in Vienna, where we learn that Ilsa is an MI6 agent who is deep undercover.

Slowly, the film is building a connection between Ilsa and Ethan, but one that doesn’t override either one's main objective. As much as Ilsa has a sense of loyalty to an agent from an allied country, and saves Ethan again from the water tank, to escape from Ethan in the bike chase, she steps into his path suddenly, causing him to fall off and skid into the dirt. In any other film, this would be a humiliating moment for the main character, and there would almost certainly be a scene to balance it out and give the upper hand back to the male hero, but not in Rogue Nation.

There is not one scene where Ethan tries to reassert control or dominance over Ilsa, like the kind you would see in a Harrison Ford film where he gets into the personal space of a woman to sexually intimidate her. Instead, it is established that Ilsa, throughout the film, is Ethan's equal, and his masculinity is not threatened by this; nor is he humiliated in being rescued by her; and he feels no need to try and assert his dominance.

This is something which continues into Fallout, where once again Ilsa saves Ethan, and once again they are starting from opposite objectives. Ethan has to break Lane out, Ilsa has to kill him, and the essence of their relationship is distilled beautifully by Christopher McQuarrie.

There is emotional maturity and understanding between the two of them that elevates their relationship above what you would normally find in this genre of film between two spies of the opposite sex.

However, the character who is the most interesting to look at in terms of male/female power dynamics is Jack Reacher, as he is probably the most traditional action hero Tom Cruise has played. Reacher is a gruff, no-nonsense man of few words, and as the book outlines, his philosophy is: Hit early, hit hard. Kill with the first blow. Get your retaliation in first. This man is dangerous. Yet, at no point do I feel that the female characters are in danger around Reacher simply because they are women.

First off, the waitress who clears away Reacher’s table. It’s a small but, I think, important interaction. All Reacher does is give her a "fancy it" kind of look, but there's nothing aggressive or leary about it, and when she rejects him, he's disappointed but quickly moves on.

Secondly, the dynamic between him and Sandy in the first scene at the bar; he is being tough on her, but we know that he’s seen her argue with some guy before coming to sit at his table, so he’s probing. He’s trying to work out what her angle is. He’s mean, but he’s never intimidating. Then later, when he goes to Sandy's work, he’s pissed that she tried to set him up, but at no point do I ever feel Sandy is in danger, and at no point does Reacher try to exert information out of her by getting into her personal space. He never uses the threat of sexual violence to get that. His whole attitude is much more that of a disappointed dad. When he understands what is going on with her, and that she is a victim too, he softens toward her because she is just a kid.

Then there’s the main relationship between Jack and Helen. From the get-go, there’s an attraction but also competitiveness. Two very intelligent and competent people who are good at what they do spend the first half of the film trying to get a handle on one another and their motives. But in terms of sexual power dynamics between the two, I think there is one part where the film has Reacher lean into an action film trope, but then pulls away from it.

It’s the scene with Helen in the hotel, where Reacher is shirtless and says they need some sleep. He reaches across her, and for a moment, Helen thinks he’s suggesting sex, but instead he puts her keys in her hand. I think that was Reacher playing with her a bit, teasing her about something possibly happening to see how she would react, but it never feels threatening. He doesn’t linger in her personal space because he knows that nothing can happen between them. He will leave town once the mystery is resolved. The one scene where they do get close, where they linger and lock eyes, is the moment in the lobby where Helen gives Reacher the address to the gun range. That scene feels very different to what you would normally see in this kind of film. They feel very much like equals, like they’ve come to understand one another at last, and while they both feel the attraction, Reacher is never dominating.

To me, it feels like Reacher is thinking about more than sex between them. To me, there is a hint that he’s thinking he could have a different kind of life and that if he wasn't who he was, he could have a normal life with her.

TL:DR: Ultimately, what I find reassuring about Tom Cruise’s characters in action films and how they relate to the heroine is that they avoid the standard trope of sexual banter or intimidation. There may be sexual tension between them, but it’s not the dominating force in their interactions. The films respect the abilities and agency of the heroine and never tell us that the male hero is emasculated for being rescued or held accountable by a woman.

Thank you to @indifferentvincent for letting me ramble in the DMs and helping me make this coherent.

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kettlefire · 4 months

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Love without End

Inspired by this post by @hithisiszooz Warning: Really long post, I mean really really long omg

Johnny shouldn't have been there that night. He was grounded three ways to Sunday, and he didn't have his ride for the night.

He shouldn't have been there. There were so many reasons why he shouldn't have been at that party. Richie hated his guts, and the party was at the quarterbacks place.

Yet, Johnny was estatic he went.

Because if Johnny hadn't gone, he had listened to all the signs from the universe... Johnny wouldn't have met Kitty.

The moment his eyes landed on the green-haired beauty, he was enraptured. In the split second their eyes met, Johnny knew he was in love.

Kitty would become his everything. She was the perfect girl, and Johnny wouldn't lose her. He wasn't going to mess this up like he did everything else.

They didn't call him "Johnny 13" for no reason.

Except, Kitty took it in strides. Every time he let his eyes wonder and she caught him. When she found out the reason he never spent time at home.

Every little thing that Johnny kept hidden from the world, Kitty loved. She was the only person Johnny was ever close with.

And she was perfect for it.

~○~●~○~●~○~●~○~

Kitty didn't want to go. Sure, all her friends were pushing for it. It was going to be the biggest party of the year. Everyone was going to be there.

She knew why she had received a personal invitation from the school mascot. Why Richie and the team wanted her there. Lucas was the reason, she knew it.

It was going to be some elaborate and complicated scheme to get her to sleep with him. Everyone knew about the tradition, and Lucas was the newest team edition.

Yet, Kitty was estatic she went.

Because if Kitty hadn't gone, and straight up shut Lucas down... Kitty wouldn't have met Johnny.

The moment she caught sight of him, tired and disheveled. She knew he was the one, the man she wanted by her side. Kitty knew she was in love.

Johnny became her everything. He was the perfect gentleman, and Kitty didn't want to lose him. She wasn't going to give him a reason to leave her.

Except she did. Kitty gave Johnny a hundred and one reasons to leave her. To find himself a better girl, someone easier to handle. Someone who would be the perfect wife and mother.

Johnny never left her. He took her in strides. Every time she got too riled up, every time her nails left a new mark. Every time she said or did something that left her in a pit of self hatred.

Johnny was always there. Through thick and thin, the perfect man stayed right beside her.

~○~●~○~●~○~●~○~

That one party, changed everything for Kitty and Johnny.

Since that night, they were attached at the hip. There was no Kitty without Johnny. And no Johnny without Kitty.

It felt natural, right. Even with the fighting. Even with people around them telling them they wouldn't last.

Kitty and Johnny loved each other. They could see their life together easily.

Expect the day the accident happened.

Johnny remembers riding with Kitty. He had just gotten into yet another argument with his father. Johnny wanted to blow off steam. He wanted to see Kitty, to feel her arms wrapped around him, and the wind whipping around them as they sped down the street.

Kitty remembers the feeling she felt when Johnny was suddenly at her window. The way she could tell he was holding back tears and the slight shake in his hands as he asked her to go for a ride.

The night was cold. A fog settled in the air, and the full moon high in the sky. The full moon that was obscured by clouds and the mist. A soft blue light was the only reminder of it's presence.

Kitty had a bad feeling in her gut. Even as she settled into the seat behind Johnny. A spot she had grown so accustomed to. Her arms wrapped around his middle on instinct, chin propping on his shoulder as she held him tight.

There was a barely there tremble in Johnny's muscles. He was trying desperately to push away the thoughts that swirled in his head. The heavy feelings trying to push their way out.

Then Kitty pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

And the world seemed to disappear around them. The tense left Johnny as he threw a grin over his shoulder, being met with Kitty's smile and loving eyes.

Just like that, the two loverbirds were barreling down the streets. The wind was cold and harsh against their cheeks, hair whipping around with no sense of direction.

But neither of them cared.

None of it mattered. Nothing that happened outside of their relationship mattered in that moment. It was Johnny and Kitty.

Just the two of them against the world. It felt perfect. It was just like how life should always be for them.

Kitty laughed along with Johnny as she held on tight. The ride was a bit bumpy. The world was hazy around them. Both from speed and from the fog.

They weren't worried. In all this time, Johnny had always had an amazing control over his bike. Sure, they took a tumble here and there. But nothing serious. Nothing scary.

Except tonight.

The memory was hazy for both Johnny and Kitty. But they both could agree in the same details.

Johnny took a sharp, curving turn. The landscape obscured what was on the other side of the curve. Then a pair of glaring bright headlights landed on them.

Kitty immediately slammed her eyes closed at the harsh brightness. Johnny did the best he could to see through the light. To try and get a grip of the situation.

Then there was the horn. The sound of a semi-truck blaring its horn. Just like that, Johnny could clearly see the truck.

Fear rushed through him, but he tried to keep his cool. Johnny didn't care about himself, but he had precious cargo with him.

Kitty cried out at the sound of the horn, pressing herself tighter against Johnny's back as she spiraled in thought. No matter what, Kitty knew she was powerless. She had no control over the bike or the truck.

But she could make sure she didn't let go of Johnny.

Johnny set his shoulders, clutching the handles as he pushed forward. Another sharp turn, and they barely managed to get by the truck without impact.

There was a brief moment of relief. Extremely brief.

The next thing the two of them knew, the bike had rammed straight into the guardrails. The front wheel caught in a small gap. Swinging the bike upwards, and sending both Johnny and Kitty into the air.

Kitty hates to remember this part. The way she screamed out Johnny's name. The way her arms slipped from his body as they barreled through the air.

Then, the impact.

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des-fangirl · 8 months

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i like how my telegram theme is all greeny and then when i get to pick a pfp to match it I BE LIKE. OMG LOOK AT THIS ART!! OR THIS!! OR THAAAT

and it all doesn't match the theme BUT I DONT CAAARE I GONNA SAVE ARTS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY AND THEN IM GONNA SEE THEM ACCIDENTALLY AND SAY 'WOAH GOOD ART!!'

#des-shitpost #ABOUT THEMES...#i wanna change my tumblr page for a long time now #(a month)#IT'S LONG #haha a mo(n)th!!! a moth #!!!#cant just get to drawing art for my tumblr page mehh #just idk what to draw maybe jellyfish..i love jellyfish #AND I LOVE HK #BAAM HK JELLYFISH. GOT IT!!! AHSBEH #oh damn i just thought about this..#i hope you don't mind me using your art as pfp gahh WHY DIDN'T I ASK FIRST

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luimagines · 2 years

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*AHEM* Hello! It is I! Royal 👑 Anon, I have heard you need creative juices! Well my peon and friend, do I have a story for you!

[What would happen if Time only stayed at Malon's house. And his real home is the castle, where Zelda rules in his absence. He is king in title, not in marriage.]

"So... This is where you live?!" (Y/N) screams in shock, watching as servants scatter about and take their belongings. Time chuckles at his companions, watching with a patient smile at Queen Zelda coming to greet them. She bows and greets the group.

"I must say, you are strong group indeed. Especially if Link is the one managing you all." The queen jokes lightly, a white long glove covering her giggles.

(Y/N) stared at Time's Zelda with hints of envy. She wore a beautiful gown and lovely gold crown sitting atop her clean braided hair. (Y/N) on the other hand felt disgusting in the woman's presence. She wasn't, ashamed, per-say... Just, out of place. When was the last time the group had actually showered?

Hell,, when was the last time she got her hair nice and done?

The queen scans over the group as her eyes land on (Y/N). Zelda shoots a look at Time, a hopeful look overcoming her features. "So, your highness..." Zelda drawls out the word to make sure to catch the attention of the king.

"In your letters, I've heard of all the tales of the group. They were very.. Intriguing." She states smugly, her heels gliding gracefully to (Y/N)'s side. "Well, my king. I'm sure you and your group need to rest before the feast tonight. I shall take this one for myself for the evening."

Zelda smiles innocently, her hands gently gripping (Y/N) sides. Time shoots Zelda a look that made the whole group shake to the core. Yet the female ruler smiles ruefully, leading a star struck (Y/N) away from the males.

Time was about to go after them, yet Sailor stopped right in front of him. Demanding answers like the curious child he was.

(Y/N) found herself in queen Zelda's room after the bath she had. Servants had gathered materials for things (Y/N) couldn't understand. Before the servants could do more, Zelda had asked them to leave.

Grabbing a brush, the queen did her best to untangle her (h/c). But the brush broke after a few strokes. (Y/N) laughs it off as Zelda apologized worriedly.

"(Y/N), I have heard of you. From are king, or.. Whom you call, "Time," he mentioned you many times in his letters." Zelda giggles, patting down the flowy skirt of (Y/N)'s dress she had been given to wear. "Really? Huh. Does he complain?"

"No, not at all. He speaks fondly of all your group. I bet he would name one the Linka as his successor as king if he could."

"But... Wouldn't that be twilight? Or is this a different time or Time?" (Y/N) ponders aloud. Zelda shook her head, shrugging off your response.

"But, I digress. You'll be the next queen I presume from how he writes of you."

"What..?"

"Oh, are you not comfortable as taking the title. Because it's-"

"NO! It's just- that is.. A lot to take in."

Zelda smiled, patting her hand in a kind manner. "There is still time to figure things out. The King- I mean, Time. He'll understand. Honestly, I bet he'd do anything for you. Might even wage a war to keep you safe."

Zelda laughs, while you smile at the thought. He'd go through all that for you. That's a bit much, though, it showed he cares.

Soon, the queen picked up a crown bigger than her own, a small veil attached at the end.

"I bet Link is dying to see you. He probably thinks I've kept you all to myself, hah, silly fool."

"My queen, the king is outside the door. It's time for the banquet!" A servant knocked, as Zelda leads you out. Finding yourself standing in front of Time in the doorway. Looking as regal as a king should be. His armor nowhere in sight as his hair was slicked in a way to show off his scar on his eye.

Time bows like a gentleman, regarding Zelda and you as he holds out his arm to you.

Do you accept the hand of the The King Time?

[Ohoho!! I hope this piece helps everyone's creativity juices!]

....My heart... help... completely shot through...

I'm in a state. I love him.

I'd love to have a dance with King Time at least... Just once...

#pinky replies #speaking of royalty #has anyone seen Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace?#I've been watching it for months now but I've only recently started from the beginning #i highly recommend it #it's long #but so good #am I about to hit a stressful moment and I'm stalling by answering asks?#yes #this episode is going to hurt #and I know it #help

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lacebird · 1 year

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i just bought my first ever formal dress 🥹

#it's long #it's satin-y #it's navy *(i wanted it black but it looks like a really dark dark navy so i don't mind)#it's so pretty :')

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juulz · 10 months

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#GO READ THE WHOLE THING #IT'S LONG #misfits au #preciousmetalshipping #my art

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corpulentlovers · 9 months

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It wouldn't take long for a certain frequent donator to donate a large sum of money to fuel Sae's hunger... How interestingly timed!

Sae, almost spat out some of her drink when she saw the donation, that was a lot of money, but hey, she'd said what she'd said and she wasn't about to be accused of lying. "Alright time to see if they have a desktop version that I can order through." After a few minutes of looking she finally found what she was looking for, she ordered 3 triple big bang burger meals, 3 large spicy crispy chicken sandwich meals, a 10 piece French toast sticks, 3 milk shakes of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate flavors, 1 chicken club salad to stay on the healthy side, an 18 piece chicken fry, a 32 piece chicken nugget box, this came with 6 large fries and 6 large dr. peppers, totaling in at a whopping 16,867 calories and 14,879 yen, less than half of the 30,000 yen donation.

"Ok, soooo, realistically I'm gonna struggle to eat this much, so I'll tell you what, I'm going to bank the remaining 15,121 yen, and you'll be able to cash it in for another feast like this at a later date, I'm not going to be accepting any more donations for food today or I'll probably be going to a hospital later.

She pushed the order through and sat in her chair for a bit, a little shell shocked by what was about to happen to her. "alright so here's my game plan, um, I'm going to put on a movie and watch that while I eat, I'm probably not going to be really responsive, but I don't think any of you are going to complain too much that I'm too busy stuffing my face to respond.

When she heard the doorbell ring she got out of her chair and began walking, her pajama shorts digging into her ass and her shirt ridding up exposing the lower portion of her belly, and a bit of grey pubic hair and a faint happy trail. She opened her door and left, after a few minutes she came back with 4 large bags, she left again and came back with three trays of drinks. she brought in a side table that would hold most of the food while she wasn't eating.

"Oh my god you should have seen the look on the guys face, I know he thought this was for like a party or something, but as soon as I opened the door you could tell he realized that it was all for me, but hey this is like a party right?" She laughed nervously as she looked at the large bags, she began taking the food out of their bags and placing them on the table, stacking the burgers in a pile, the salad next to them, she then placed all 6 of the Sodas next to the milk shakes. After that came the fries, then the french toast and the chicken fries.

"Heh, maybe I'll use that other money to buy a new chair, at this rate I'm going to need a new one, I'm almost 180 kg as is, I can't imagine what I'll balloon to if you guys keep feeding me like this."

After pressing play on her Shin Featherman movie she busted out the worst thing she'd be eating that night, the salad. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't really good either, though the sauce definitely helped with the taste. She tossed the tub to the side and moved onto the triple big bang burger with cheese and bacon, not bothering to take a small bit she just went right in, sauce getting on her cheeks and onto her shirt, she continued like this for the next three burgers, taking sips of her soda in between bites. after finishing the third burger she leaned back in her chair and let out a moan before making a face and letting out a monstrous belch.

"mmmnuRRRRAAAAPPP!" she panted a bit before patting her gut, noticing a hard ball forming already. Next up was the supernova burgers, which she'd be quelling the spice from with the milk shakes, probably not her best idea but she didn't really care, she was in dumb, fat and horny mode right now. Occasionally she'd dip some of the fries into the shake, giving it a nice texture along with the shake. When she finished the last sandwich her gut began to make noises in protest, something she herself wouldn't listen to. She took the next few drinks and took the tops off of them, deciding to just chug them as fast as she could without spilling too much, granted it didn't stop it from happening, soda making her face and chins sticky to the touch, which was only going to get worse with her next food, the french toast.

"I'll be right back, they didn't give me enough syrup." she did her best to get up, although it took her a few attempts to get out of her chair. She waddled out of her room and returned a few moments later with a brand new bottle of syrup. She sat back down in her chair huffing for a bit before grabbing the french toast and just dousing them in syrup, reaching in and shoveling it into her mouth, syrup coating her fingers and mouth. She reached down to rub her gut for a bit moaning before looking at the bottle of syrup, gears turning in her calorie addled mind.

"Not yet." she said to herself before reaching for the chicken nuggets and fries, losing what little she'd been showing and shoving it into her mouth and chewing haphazardly, swallowing and moving onto the next handful. when she reached the end of the chicken she sat back and gestured lazily at the mound of wrappers and cups, the only thing remaining on the table being the bottle of syrup, which she grabbed in her hand, spun the top off of and put up to her mouth, tipping it back and feeling the thick liquid flowing into her throat, it wasn't quick, but every second of it was sweet ecstasy. when it was finally drained she weakly let it fall to the side as she laid there, her head lulled back as she did her best not to lose any of what she'd just eaten.

Her gut had gone from its normally rolled flabby self to having a massive orb at the top of it, having pushed her food stained shirt up below her braless breasts, with a thick layer of flab hanging towards the bottom. She did her best not to say anything, small belches escaping from her as she sat there, stuffed beyond any reasonable amount. As she sat there she was silently thankful that her fupa was large enough to cover her genitals, because if they were visible they'd be able to tell that she'd climaxed from eating over 20,000 calories in the span of 2 and a half hours.

"D-OOOOOOOOAAAARRRRRRUUUUPPPP~one." She smiled lazily as she looked at the camera and did a double peace sign. After sitting for a bit she did her best to get up, farting audibly as she got up, she then pushed the chair to the side and waddled slowly to her bed, not bothering to turn the stream off. She sat herself gently on the side of her bed and sat for a second before simply laying back and passing out from exhaustion.

#streamer sae #it's long #I'm sorry #(not really)

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