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I just want to feel wanted
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jussanother · 2 years
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daftpatience · 2 years
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ya im complainiong about them i want the COOL PANTS not the MOM OF THE COOL PANTS
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nyc-looks · 4 months
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Angel, 25
“I am wearing an AFRM top, Amazon The Drop pants, and Dr.Marten Shoes. I have such an eclectic style and it’s because I’m inspired by other people in the streets of NY. Everyone is so creative here! I also find that I gravitate towards warm tones.”
Oct 8, 2023 ∙ Bushwick
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lycantrin · 2 months
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🔥🦄HUDDAH HUDDAH HUH🦄🔥
Design 3/9 of my TF2 MLP AU
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red--dragoon · 7 months
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I finally got around to taking pictures of the Stardew Valley chickens I crocheted for my Marnie cosplay! I also added some pizzazz to the basket I carried them around in ;D
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megaloserrr · 6 months
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i heart plus sized lust sans underlust lusttale heart heart
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iifishizzleii · 20 days
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inspired by: this post.
you can’t tell me that soap wouldn’t date a gal who’s tall. he will ogle those legs for hours, adore the way you smile down at him like the sun shining through the clouds.
ghost loves a woman who cooks as much as she (but only as half as he) eats. you keep each other strong and healthy, and he gets to love on the softest parts of you.
there’s just something so beautiful about black women to price, especially the ones with accents and languages different than his that they can teach him.
and if a woman can physically keep up with him, gaz adores her. muscular arms, thick legs, you’re a greek statue carved from marble in his eyes and you’re glorious.
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Building my confidence back up, one photo at a time😊💕💋
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artemx746 · 13 days
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okay so since it's confirmed that Hestia's portrait is temporary let it be known that i am manifesting plus sized Hestia so much.
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runningupthatvecna · 7 months
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this is for all the touch deprived plus size girlies that are very much (still) in love with eddie munson
18+ minors dni
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In fact, Eddie loves you.
He loves your plush hips. The valleys and hills of you, soft expanses of extensive skin for him (and him only) to touch.
He loves your cheeks. Perfect for nuzzling his nose into until his lips make contact with your jaw, inhaling your very scent until his lungs burn.
He loves the roundness of your boobs, especially when your hardened nipples perk up, begging for his touch. The squish.
He loves the roundness of your belly, how soft it always presents itself beneath his head and tickling curls of his, a perfect pillow whenever you let him rest on you. The way it separates into parts, valleys between them, a welcome dip for his fingers.
He loves your soft hair and those big arms that offer the best, sincerest, warmest, hugs Eddie has ever known. They are his absolute favourite.
He loves your thighs, my god does he love them, when they jiggle with every step you take, wherever you go, a constant reminder how good they feel around his head. How good they feel beneath his eager fingertips when he runs them up and down and up again.
He loves how wet you always get between them, how the juices are already dripping from your outer lips, telling him that if there's a patch on your panties, a dead giveaway of the effect his very actions have on you. Through the thickness, it just spreads so easily. He loves placing both his thumbs on each of your lips, he loves how he has to spread them apart, he even loves that he has to spread them apart for him to be able to even see you. See your love for him dripping out of you, see all of you, spread open and vulnerable for him. It makes his heart nearly combust in his ribcage.
And god, does he love devouring you whole, slurping it all into his mouth, sucking and licking and sucking some more, knowing how to drive you mad, your soft whimpers and pretty noises meant for his ears only. He loves the way he can bury the entire lower half of his face in your heat, all while your moans and sweet little whimpers are the only thing he wants to hear. Along with the squelch of his fingers of course, knuckles deep inside your cunt.
What he loves most though is when you stare back into his own darkened eyes half-lidded when he stretches you open, the way your sopping heat embraces his cock so easily, how warm you feel, how tight you are, how you're so goddamn fucking needy for him. The noises you make and the way tears form in your eyes because his dick is so bomb and no one has ever been willingly touching you this way.
He loves how incredibly needed you make him feel, how adamantly you're prioritizing him over other people in your life. No one's ever done that for him. Not in this way. Never.
It's a welcome symbiosis.
Eddie loves caressing every inch of you, making so damn sure you know, are aware of, and feel the way you're making him feel. Working so damn hard you'll eventually see just how fucking hot you are to him. He wants to make you forget about all the days and weeks and months and years of being on your own. Make you forget about the shitty things you've been told about yourself. Even if it means he has to pound you silly every night and every morning after and every minute inbetween. Even if it means he has to write you love notes and letters every goddamn day. Cause he would do that. For you.
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nyc-looks · 4 months
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Amelia, 32
“My shorts and cardigan are from @opcbuyselltrade in Bushwick, cami is thrifted, boots are Ariat, sunglasses are Crap Eyewear, earrings are my mom’s. Getting dressed is one of my primary creative outlets. I love balancing color, texture, shape, and fit to craft each outfit. I look for inspiration everywhere, but my style is heavily shaped by all the well-dressed women in my life.”
Oct 7, 2023 ∙ Bushwick
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bass-alien · 1 month
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vylirium · 4 months
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steviewashere · 28 days
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Never forgiving the Duffer brothers (puke in my mouth) for erasing bigger people off their show.
Killed Benny, Killed Barb, Killed Bob, Made Hopper Skinny While He Was in the Gulag (Which I Understand, But Come On), Wrote Off Argyle. I'm sure the list goes on.
Like the rep. we do have is so minimal. It's embarrassing.
I could survive in Stranger Things; I'm sure of it. Give me a gun, a Molotov cocktail, and the word—I'll fucking run Vecna into the ground and then mush him into little pieces. I could do it.
There's muscle under my fat. And it's not like it just *poof* appeared one day.
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doctorho · 8 months
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viktor doesn't... pay that much attention to appearances, his or anyone else's. not when it doesn't matter. sure, there's the 'wearing what they see as respectable clothes so they take you seriously' and the 'not going to the dinner table covered in oil stains', but beyond that? he doesn't really care, to be honest.
yes, he's aware that some people put a lot more thought into the way they look, and into what other people think about the way they look. he knows that's a thing. it just happens to be a thing he chooses not to personally get invonved in.
well, it had been.
he honestly hadn't even thought about it much, before. it had just been one of those things that other people did, one of those things he had never really understood. you know, one of those things that made him feel like maybe the rest of the world had had some secret meeting without him where they decided that yes, these are the rules, and no, we won't explain them, you just have to know.
one of those things.
and he had been fine not thinking about it! truly, he had been blissfully unaware of what the current beauty standards were and which traits were seen as good or bad on which year -
and then he'd met you, by some miracle. you know, viktor doesn't meet that many new people, these days, so it does genuinely feel like a miracle when you just... stumble into his life one day. and without even thinking about it, automatically, viktor's brain files you away as beautiful, and he treats that as a passing fact, the same way he treats the color of your eyes. it's just a categorizing trait; this person just is beautiful.
and then, later, when he learns that apparently not everyone thinks that, his brain disagrees, severly. like - are they blind? is this a joke? it's a bad joke, if so, and then he's mad for you.
because he remembers that, ah, right. some people are weird about appearances. they have their menial rules about it that change by the decade.
he's still mad for you, but mentally he's ended that argument with well they're all idiots. because clearly you are an awesome, incredible, beautiful human being and this shouldn't be an argument in the first place.
he tells you this, and then his heart breaks a little when you seem so used to hearing the opposite. when you seem to have accepted what those idiots were saying because you'd just...heard it so often.
when you seem to not-quite-believe that he could really see you as beautiful. that he could really, actually want you. like that.
and it's - it drives him up the wall that this is even a thing. that the negative things you've heard outweigh the positive ones, and apparently by a landslide. that he can't make you see yourself the way he sees you.
because, truly, he thinks you're so beautiful. like, are you kidding? viktor's been skin and bone his whole life, and you're so...soft. he knows it way before he ever touches you; he can see it, and he has a well enough functioning imagination. and he's been thinking about it a lot, lately. what you'd feel like under his fingers. against his body. he has theories about this.
he can tell you're soft, and warm, and sometimes when the sunlight hits you he genuinely thinks you look like you could be straight out of one of those expensive oil paintings people paid a lot of money to see just a glimpse of.
and - yes, okay, maybe some of this was just his hormones talking, but come on. he couldn't not want to touch you. that was just one of those facts of life - the sun rose every morning, and whenever viktor saw you, he had the urge to touch you. to be close to you. to prove to you how much he adored you.
and then when you let him? that - that felt like a miracle. truly and honestly. because - viktor had never considered himself to be especially lucky, just, like, in life in general, but this?
he had to have won some sort of cosmic lottery. to first be lucky enough to meet you and then to be able to do this. to get so close. to touch you like this, to see you like this. it is nothing short of a privilege and he takes it, happily and greedily. and he makes it his personal mission to let you know exactly what he thought about you, and exactly how little you should care about anyone else's opinion. except your own, of course, but only on those days your mind was being kind to you.
so he makes sure you know that he absolutely worships you. okay? you are his personal deity, and he is devoted. he lets you know, any way he knows how, and any opportunity he gets. given half a chance, he will be praising you, telling how gorgeous you are and how lucky he is to have you. telling you how good you look, how good you feel, how good you make him feel. he isn't shy - he tells you, in enough detail to make your cheeks heat up.
and when you're alone, and you have all the time in the world? he shows you, and he doesn't hold back. and then he reminds you, again and again and again.
and you know viktor isn't a liar. he doesn't care about things like this enough to lie about them. so when he tells you that he loves the way you look, the way you feel, the way you are, you believe him.
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