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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Single mom Alcina dating Y/N who is about to propose to her

AU in which Alcina is a single mom with 4-year-old Bela, Cass, and lil’ Dani! Alcina is dating Y/N who radiates idiot-younger-lover energy. Now, let us look in on said idiot…

Y/N: *Watching the girls while Alcina is working late, having a serious discussion with them* So kiddos, I’m thinking about asking your mommy to marry me! Uh… who knows what getting married means?

Bela: *Child prodigy* Isn’t that when you love somebody a lot? Like, I love you so much you can break all my crayons and I won’t yell. That kind of love?

Y/N: Exactly! Although, you usually have to ask in a special way. That’s why I wanted to make sure it was okay with you three before I asked your mommy!

Dani: *The canonical cuddlebug, climbs on Y/N’s lap and snuggles into them* How is that different than now, Y/N?

Cass: *Just as much of a cuddlebug but more stoic, curls up next to Y/N* Yeah! Don’t you love mommy already?

Y/N: *Scoops up the “I’m too big for snuggles” Bela and sits her on their lap next to Dani* Well, I guess it’s more for show? When you marry someone you give them a special ring! That way, everyone would know your mommy is with me and they can’t have her!

Dani: *Big gasp* Like in the fairytale stories!

Cass: Do you have a ring for mommy, Y/N? If it’s good enough, you can have her, I guess! *Looks at Bela and Dani to confirm*

Bela and Dani: *Nod their heads vigorously*

Y/N: *Suddenly nervous about the girls’ opinions* Uh, yeah! I actually have it in my pocket. *Pulls out a ring box*

Bela, Cass, and Dani: *Wide eyes, lean in close*

Y/N: *Opens the ring box, showing a diamond ring* Here it is! So… what do you three think? *Grumbles to themself* It was enough to wipe out my savings account…

Bela: *Looks at it closely* Mommy’s gonna love it!

Cass: *Not as impressed with jewelry* Yeah, this’ll work…

Dani: *Fangirling hard* Wow! I feel like mommy’s gonna be a princess or something! Can I hold it, Y/N?

Y/N: *Relieved they like it* Hmm… Sure! Just be careful with it, okay? *Hands it to Dani*

Bela: *Asking the real questions* What if she says no? Like, maybe she thinks you’re too silly or not very smart! I heard her say that a few times…

Y/N: *Sweats, getting straight roasted by a 4-year-old* Well, there’s always the chance… but I’m pretty sure that won’t happen! *Internally starting to panic thinking about Alcina’s reaction*

Dani: Uh-oh…

Y/N: *Gets a short break from their little freak out, looks at Dani* What’s wrong, Dani?

Dani: *Looks from her empty hands to Y/N with wide, panicked eyes* Hehe… I kinda swallowed it… but it was so shiny! I couldn’t help it!

Y/N: *Bluescreens* Um… w-what?! Uh, did you say you swallowed it?!

Dani: I’m really sorry, Y/N! *Starts getting teary*

Y/N: *About to flip the fuck out* Hey, hey! It’s okay, Dani! I’m not mad, but I think we should go to the hospital and make sure you’re alright. Bela, Cass grab your coats. We’ll go in my car. *Starts to wrap Dani in a blanket, picks her up*

Alcina: *Opens the door that second* Dragas! I’m ho-

Alcina: *Walks into the room, sees all four of them panicking, trying to get coats on, and running around* Y/N? What is going on here?

Y/N: *Didn’t hear her come in, freezes and stares wide-eyed at Alcina, knowing she’ll kick their ass if anything happened to her children on their watch*

The girls: *Also stop what they’re doing to see how Alcina will respond*

Alcina: *Raises an eyebrow, crosses her arms, looks at all of them* Well? Anyone want to inform me of what happened here while I was gone?

Y/N: *Sighs, still holding Dani* Alci, Dani swallowed something she shouldn’t have so I was going to take her to the ER. I’m really, really sorry! It was an accident!

Alcina: *Hellfire raging in her eyes* WHAT?! How did thi-

Dani: *Suddenly pukes on Y/N’s shirt* Uhh… sorry. *Eyes widen* Hey look! Here it is, Y/N!

Y/N: *Looks at the vomit pooling on their shirt and sees something shiny* Ha! We’ve got it, gang! *Picks up the pukey ring and puts Dani down*

Y/N: Well, since you’ve seen the ring already, now’s as good a time as any! Alci, will you marry me? *Holds out the ring and tries to get down on one knee, slips on vomit and busts their ass*

Alcina: …

Y/N: …

The girls: …

Alcina: *Sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, muttering* I just wanted to come home and have a glass of wine…

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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ohnomytummy · 5 months

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Hi, I have a story from this Thanksgiving that I thought this community would like, and I don't have a kink blog to post it to so I'm gonna share it here cause I know your box is always open. Lol

I'm relatively thin, severely underweight for a good chunk of my childhood, have always been poor so I've never gotten to indulge too much in feasting, not in this economy. But long backstory short, I had the house to myself for pretty much 4 days straight for Thanksgiving break, along with all the leftover food from the entire family thanksgiving.. I was asked to toss most of it because we didn't have room in the fridge and it would go bad, but I didn't want any of it to go to waste.. you can probably tell where his is going..

I have a pretty sensitive stomach since I get full pretty quick, and I'm also lactose intolerant and most meat makes me gassy (and sweaty for some reason?), but for some reason none of that mattered to me, I put a YouTube series I've been itching to watch on my phone and munched on everything that was in front of me which included:

-almost half of a turkey that had been sitting out on the table for a day

-a platter of cheese and cube/slice things and pepperoni/some other meat I forgot

-I wanna say maybe 20 small sugar cookies (the puffy Walmart ones with frosting)

-about 2 litres total of a miz of lemonade, sprite, ginger ale, and coca cola

- 5 bread rolls with melted cheese and butter

-uncounted handfuls old candy I still had from Halloween....

I didn't even realize I'd been eating so much, but I guess since it was all over the course of about a day (9 hours-ish?) It was gradual enough that I didn't realize I'd gone overboard until the end. I remember reaching for the next thing getting ready and thinking "wow i wonder how much ive eaten" and seeing that the answer was all of it. I was wearing an elastic tank top, and I looked down and holy shit I looked pregnant. The tank top is kind of long but there was maybe an inch of belly sticking out from underneath naturally, and the tank top itself was like vacuum sealed tight to my skin!

This is where stuff gets crazy. I put my hand on my stomach to rub it and I could feel it churning under my hand, from the inside ofc and through my belly. I'd been burping throughout the whole stuffing absent-mindedly, but now that it was all setting in, I felt like I was going to puke. I couldn't even feel nauseous at first, it was just PAIN in my middle and I could barely get up. I'm so glad I was alone because I was moaning and rubbing my belly with both hands, holding it as I tried to get up. I could feel myself bringing up burps with every exhale, they were like.. soft and quiet but also really deep and sick, coming out with every breath, like "... urrrrrrp.. hic-hurrrrrp... uurppp. ur-urrp... hic-hUuuurrrrrrrrrp..." and with groans after each one lmao. I made my way to the bathroom eventually and sat by the toilet, sure I was gonna be sick, but I wasn't. I almost wanted to be, but I think I was just too scared to puke. So I sat back against the tub, facing the toilet, my whole body was covered in a cold sweat atp and i was rubbing my belly, and I could feel every single rumble as it ripped through my stomach and rose up as a belch. I couldn't stop burping like I was just about crying on the bathroom floor, bloated as a tick, belching helplessly. After a few minutes the burps started slowing down, but they were much more wet when they did come up. I think the meat and lactose was probably digesting now because I actually started to feel queasy. I started holding in my burps in fear that the food might come up, but then the air started xoming out the back. Starting with small short toots, leading to nauseous farts that, much like the burps, WOULDNT STOP. I was uncontrollably farting, small short bursts every few seconds and idk how to describe it but the farts felt pukey somehow. My stomach was churning like crazy and I could hear it from the outside (still felt intense as I rubbed it too). All the while the original belches never really stopped, so I was just on the floor, gas from both ends pouring out. My stomach was so hard and tight it felt like a bowling ball attached to me and my shirt was so tight it was so hot in hindsight but I felt like I was dying in the moment. Anyways I eventually fell asleep on the floor, woke up feeling sick, burped and farted next to the toilet again and tried doing the doggy-style yoga pose (best that I could, anyways, with my bloated upset tummy still filled with rotting undigested Thanksgiving leftovers) and kept farting until out of nowhere I almost shat myself, I think the position I was in moved the air along but the air took some stuff with it, so now I had to abandon that and sit on the toilet with a trash bin next to me because I couldn't fit it between my legs (my tummy took up the room lol) and it was mostly just me being sick from both ends, along with super uncontrollable rumbly burps and farts that just would not ever fucking stop.

Once it was all out things went back to normal, other than me being really gassy for a few more days.

I will let my uh *cough* community have this 😳🥵

#thanksgiving #ask #wowowowowowoeow #your poor poor belly #but also not….whoopsie

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timdrakequotes · 6 months

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“Put on a good show for Shondra. But I still feel pukey. Lightheaded. Chills. But Batman shakes off bullet wounds. Gotta keep moving.”

--Tim Drake (Robin #70 - War Beneath the Streets! Part Three: The Survivors)

#Robin #Tim Drake #Red Robin #timdrakequotes

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bellysoupset · 9 months

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Part 3 of Concussed Vince, the final part at least for now!

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He was going to vomit.

Vince moaned, feeling like his head was swimming and let it roll on the pillow, pressing his eyes closed. Every second since he had woken up, five minutes before, had been hell.

"Oh hey," Leo's voice cut through the mind fog, relief dripping from it, "you're finally awake."

"Hhhgn..." Vince groaned, unsure if he should be opening his mouth or not. He squeezed the bed under him to ground the world and forced his eyes open, swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth, "what- What happened...?"

"You had a concussion, after all," Leo shrugged, but despite his casual tone, he looked very serious, "the paramedics brought you in, uhm... I don't know yesterday? I'm not sure anymore."

Vince frowned, "I've been unconscious a whole day?"

"Yeah," Leo yawned in his hand, "something like that... Jon's in the clinic tonight, I'm gonna ask a nurse to let him know you're awake. Luke and Bell are in the cafeteria and Wendy is driving back from NY, she should be here soon."

"You called my girlfriend?" Vince whined, "not cool man..."

Leo glared at him, blue eyes sparkling with anger and Vin recoiled. He hadn't seen Leo pissed often, but he knew he didn't want to be on the blonde's bad side.

"You scared the crap out of us, Vince," he said in a way that ended all conversation, "how are you feeling?"

"Pukey," Vince admitted, "but I don't think I have anything to throw up."

"Probably not," Leo snorted, but reached across the room to grab a silver emesis basin, which he planted on Vince's lap, "they want to keep you here until the end of the week."

"Fuck no, I have-"

"It's non negotiable," Leo said harshly and Vince cringed. He could tell whatever had happened had scared the hell out of his friends to have Leo, the sweetest of them, be this curt.

"Okay..." Vince grimaced, then reached to rub his hand over his face, only to feel his shoulder pull. He sucked in a gasp and squeezed his eyes shut, as a hot wave of pain echoed through his shoulder and up his neck, down to his stomach... His belly cramped and he let out a whimper.

"What is it?" Leo's sternness vanished as if it had never been there, worry taking it's place, "Vin?"

"Gon'besick," he groaned, unable to hold the basin with the pain all over his shoulder and side, instead just hanging over it. He heard Leo curse, then move forward to hold the emesis bowl right under his chin.

"What's wrong?" Leo's voice sounded distant, as if Vince was underwater and he tried to take a deep breath, only find it cut short. Another one and his mouth pooled with saliva. Far away he heard Leo say something else, but the buzzing in his ears was too loud.

The next breath stopped in his throat, then he coughed and hot, bitter, bile rushed up, splattering in the bin. Vince coughed again, the nausea fading, but the pain not quite and he could hear Leo speaking still.

"-know, he just turned really white out of nowhere-"

Vince blinked quickly, realizing one of his eyes had started to leak tears. His nose burned too and he could only breathe in that horrible bitter smell.

"I got him," Lucas' voice caused Vince to snap his head, which was a mistake because his head swam a little more. He burped up another dribble of bright yellow bile in the basin and groaned as it scratched his throat.

Vince felt his best friend's hand in the middle of his back, steadying him, while the other had replaced Leo's on the basin, holding it up. Lucas had a deep crease between his eyebrows and he looked much older than usual, he hadn't clean shaved as his usual and the dark shadow of a beard colored his chin, lips pressed in a thin line.

"Here, blow your nose," Luke said, then held a wad of tissue paper to Vince's nose and he couldn't do more than blow, despite how childish he felt having Luke clean him up like that, "take a small sip of water."

He obeyed without thinking, sighing in relief when the refreshing liquid pushed back down the nauseous feeling and the acid in his throat, "everything hurts."

"Yeah, you're concussed all the way to Tuesday," Leo teased lightly, "no shit."

Vince looked up tiredly. While Lucas had taken Leo's spot by the bed, the blonde had circled it and was sitting at Vince's foot, a soft smile on that didn't quite reach his eyes. It made Vin's heart sink, that so many people were worried about him.

"I'm fine now," he reassured them, or rather, tried to. It came out raspy and weak and Leo rolled his eyes, while Luke let out a scoff and squeezed his good shoulder.

"Good to see you awake, bro," he said and Vince leaned into his touch, shoulders dropping in resignation and exhaustion. Lucas eyed the bowl, "water staying down?"

"Think so," Vince nodded, then winced as it made his brain rattle around his skull, "...I'm already tired, how's that possible?"

"Well, you need rest," Luke shrugged, taking the bowl and putting it away to be collected, "Jon said you broke your ribs."

"Just one," Vince yawned, only for Leo to cringe.

"Yeah, uh- Not anymore."

"Excuse me?"

"You finished breaking the other one with all the heaving and- and-... Apparently you had a seizure in the CT Scan room...?"

"You're joking?" Vince gasped, while Lucas only looked more furious.

"And apparently, you had already had a seizure?" Lucas' raised his eyebrows, "Jonah said so."

"Whatever happened to patient confidentiality?" Vince scoffed, cheeks blushing, "it was fine, it was because of a silly infection I had... Almost a year ago, it was before I even started dating Wen..."

Leo rolled his eyes, "well, they're keeping you here to watch over you. They're worried this might turn into post traumatic epilepsy."

Vince looked up, meeting Lucas' worried gaze, "I'm fine," he stressed, "I swear, I'm fine, it's not fucking epilepsy-"

"Vince," Luke glared at him, "there's no world where you walk out of this hospital before the end of the week, it doesn't matter how much you bitch about it."

Vince's mouth snapped shut and he sulked, sinking into the pillows, "this is unfair and the hospital bill is going to cost a fortune and for what? I slept off worse concussions bef-"

"Stop worrying about the hospital bill," Lucas sighed, "I took care of it-"

"You did what!?"

Leo flinched at the tone of Vince's voice and shot up, glaring at his friends, "I told you he wouldn't like this," he whispered to Lucas, grabbing his coat, "I'm gonna- Uh- Yeah, go anywhere but here."

He slipped off the room just as he heard Lucas say defensively, "it's my money and I do whatever the fuck I want with it and if I want-"

Leo grimaced in sympathy with Vince. He knew he wouldn't like if someone footed his own hospital bill, no matter how good their intentions or how much money they had to spare. Regardless, right now he was removed from the situation enough to know this had been a good thing.

He found Bella at the end of the waiting room lounge. She too looked sleepless, bone tired just like the rest of them. Leo sat down next to her, "hi."

"Hey kid," Bell smiled and Leo rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe that even Bella called him that, "how is he?"

"Awake and bitching," Leo yawned, leaning his head back and massaging his temples, "Luke stayed with him..."

Bella nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose, "I just got out of the phone with his mom."

"Oh?" Leo refused to open his eyes, exhausted "and?"

"She was distraught, to say the least. His parents want him back home."

"Yeah, Vin is gonna love that," he answered sarcastically, "are they coming over?"

"I think just his mom or both his parents, but not his sisters," he could hear clearly Bella's defeat, "it's going to be a mess."

"Uhm," Leo sighed, thinking back on Jonah, panicking at the elevator, "he can stay with us, we wouldn't mind."

"I don't think Wendy is gonna like that, or Mrs. Monacelli or-"

"Got it," Leo chuckled, opening his eyes, "well, the offer stands. I'm gonna go get a coffee and find my boyfriend. Do you need anything Bells?"

"No," she shook her head, tired, "I think I'm just gonna nap until Luke gets back."

"Okay, suit yourself," Leo patted her knee, getting up in a jump.

He found the coffee machine on the first floor and Jonah just finishing up a handful of papers in the second one, leaning over nurse station's desk.

"Got you a coffee," Leo said, planting the cup in front of him and Jonah huffed, without looking up.

"Only authorized personal is allowed in here, Wagner."

"Uh-hum," Leo rolled his eyes, unbothered by Jon's bitchiness, "you might wanna know Vin is awake."

Jonah's head snapped up, "he is?"

"Yeah," Leo bit down an amused smile, "and not happy. About any of this."

Jonah let out a scoff, barely masking his relieved sigh and turned his attention back to the papers, "I'm guessing Luke's in there babying him to hell and back?"

"Of course," Leo took a sip of his coffee, "apparently Vince's mom wants him to go home."

"Bumfuck nowhere home?" Jonah paused, almost messing up his signature on the release papers of a patient, "the semester starts back up in two weeks, this is nonsense."

"Do you wanna be the one to tell his mom that?" Leo poked his side, "take a break, go see him."

"I can't just take breaks," Jonah shook his head in denial and Leo raised a judgmental eyebrow.

"You can't avoid him," Leo scoffed, "c'mon. I know it were some stressful forty eight hours and they took your feelings for a spin, but Vin doesn't know all that. You can't avoid him, go at least check up on him."

"Lawyer and a therapist? I really lucked out," Jonah said sarcastically, "you should go home. You look horrible."

"Thanks, babe, I'm flattered," Leo scratched at his cheeks and then winced, because yeah, he did have more than a five o'clock now and he was sure his dark circles were so deep they looked like bruises. his complexion was pale to begin with, so by now he probably looked like a Tim Burton character.

"Seriously," Jonah looked up, then opened a small smile, "I'll go see him. Now you go home, because seeing your face is making me antsy."

"I can't go home ye-"

"Wendy will be here in two hours. Lucas isn't gonna leave Vince's side even if I call security on him," Jon moved closer, smoothing a hand over Leo's wrinkled hoodie, "go home. Get some sleep, take your meds, eat something."

"Pot calling the kettle," Leo sighed, but nodded, leaning in to steal a quick kiss, much to Jonah's displeasure since he was very against PDA in the hospital, "promise me you'll go over talk with him?"

"I promise."

"And that you'll call me if something happens?"

"I prom-"

"No, I'm serious," Leo squeezed his white coat, "promise you'll call me, even if I can't do anything about it."

"I promise Leo," Jonah nodded, "get out of here."

Jon watched Leo leave, then meticulously finished all the paperwork, before taking his fifteen minutes break. He wasn't sure why he felt anxious about seeing Vince, of all people, but alas.

He knocked out of politeness, but didn't wait for an answer, opening the private room's door. Vince was glaring at a wall, clearly sulking and Lucas had taken the spot Leo had occupied until then, on the armchair next to the bed. He too was pouting, but clearly refusing to leave no matter how pissed off.

"Hi, Vin."

"Hey..." Vince opened a small smile, frown diminishing, "Leo told me what happened, I'm sorry I scared the fuck out of you in the middle of the night."

Lucas scoffed at that and Jonah caught his eye, exchanging a small smile, "yeah, sounded like a cat dying in my guest room," Jonah teased, stepping closer, "how are you feeling?"

"Amazing," Vince lied through his teeth, "ready to go home."

Jonah stared at him, then back at Lucas and said, "would you give us a minute?"

Luke's eyebrows shot up, so did Vince's, but he nodded, getting up, "I'm gonna go find Bells, be back in a bit."

As soon as he shut the door, Vince's frown burrowed further, "...Am I in trouble?"

"You're a fucking idiot," Jonah blurted out, cringing at his own words. Way to go, he thought bitterly, as Vince's eyes widened.

"Uhm... Is this about the seizure? Because, like I keep saying, it had nothing to do with head trau-"

"Why wouldn't I care?" Jonah glared at him, leaving Vince's mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, "you're one of my best friends in the whole world and that's counting Leo, who's my boyfriend, and Atwood, who I hate-"

"You don't hate Luke," Vince rolled his eyes, then snapped his mouth shut as Jonah continued.

"And you got fucking run over and thought I'd be okay with you bleeding to death in the dorms!? What if- What if I hadn't checked up on you that night!? What then? What if you had no one-"

"Yeah, but you did-"

"It's not the point!" Jonah exclaimed, "the point is you're stupid for thinking I don't care about you! What? Do I need to follow you around like a lost puppy like Luke so you realize you're my best friend and I love you? You're an idiot-"

"Ah," Vince's frown cleared up, "it's about that? Jon, of course I know-"

"Do you!?" Jonah glared at him, "because it doesn't seem like you do. You're not my boyfriend's friend who I tolerate or Wendy's boyfriend who I just kind of like, you're my friend and you almost fucking died, Vin-"

"Aw, man," Vince sighed, pushing himself up and promptly cradling his head with his good hand, "I never thought that... Well, okay, I never thought you felt this deeply, but I- I've always counted you as one of my best friends, I just didn't know it was the opposite way around too..."

"You're so fucking stupid," Jonah rolled his eyes, swallowing the knot in his throat, ignoring the burning in his eyes, "bloody donkey."

"Okay, no need to spend your british flattery on me," Vince snorted, "c'mere. Stop yelling at me, my head hurts."

Unwillingly, Jonah stepped closer, feeling his whole face burn with embarrassment and the overwhelming breakdown he had bottled up until then, "what?"

"Give me a hug."

"I'm not a toddler," Jonah scoffed, pulling back as he felt Vince grab his coat, "we don't need to hug it out-"

"Give me a fucking hug," Vince yanked at his coat and Jonah let out a yelp, because he was not expecting the force of the yank. He had been under the erroneous impression that Vince was feeling poorly enough to be weak.

He crumpled down and had to brace against the metal headboard of the hospital bed in order not to crush Vince's wounded side, being pulled into a one armed hug.

"I'm sorry," Vince mumbled, face squished in his shoulder and Jonah glared at the white wall in front of him, whole body fighting not to melt into the hug and squeeze his friend like he wanted to.

"...Don't tell anyone," Jonah sighed, hugging him back gingerly and quickly pulling back, his face burning. This was more emotional vulnerability he had shown since confessing to Leo. He cleared his throat, "how's your head?"

"Throbbing and your yelling didn't help," Vince teased him, rubbing his temple, "Lucas' didn't either."

"Why was Atwood yelling?"

"Trying to force me to accept charity," Vin rolled his eyes, "don't even say anything, I know you agree with him."

Jonah bit down a smile, "for once, yeah, I do. It's not charity, the health system of this country is broken and Lucas has money to burn and he loves you."

"Yeah yeah, loads of people love me, so I heard," Vince's cheeks were pink, "you guys startled the living crap out of my girlfriend and Luke says my ma is coming over? What the fuck is wrong with you people, it's just a scrat-"

"Okay," Jonah shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed, "you know it wasn't just a scratch, Vin. I saw you the other day, you were scared too."

"... But they cleared me out..." Vince sighed, leaning back against the pillows, "it just doesn't feel right to mobilize all these people for something small."

"Oh trust me, you giant mammoth, you're anything but small. My back is still killing me from carrying your ass out of the tub," Jonah snapped at him, "they're all coming because they love you. Grow up, some of us would kill to have so many people on our corner."

"I hope you don't mean you, because you better know all these people would be just as worried if it was you instead of me," Vince winced lightly, "my mother is going to throw a fit so huge my nonno will be able to hear all the way from Sicily."

"Good," Jonah nodded, "she's going to try and take you back to Bumfuck, Nowhe-"

"Doveport!?"

"Yeah, that," Jon agreed, "so just know, you're welcome in our guest room for as long as you like."

Vince blushed, but nodded, lightly, "are you sure?"

"Only if you stop being a stubborn idiot and follow doctor orders," Jonah reprimanded, only to receive a wide smile in return.

"But what's the fun in that?"

#okay NOW i think is the end #at least for now #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto fic #concussion #vince monacelli #mywriting

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butterfliesornauseous · 4 months

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Maybe I’m just being weird but I love the word ‘Pukey’

Like saying:

“Sorry I’m still a bit pukey”

“Yeah they have just been a little pukey recentlyl

“I can’t eat that, it makes me pukey”

Or using it as a nicknames or affectionally

“Aww come here pukey”

*in a affectionate teasing way* “Nah don’t hug me you are still pukey”

“How is pukey feeling today?”

#(3/5.)#draft dump.#emeto #emeto warning

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goatpaste · 11 months

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Like with the anime vs manga shit for me like

While trying to emulate arakis art style to anime they really loose to fluid softness of his art style to make a more ridged character model to animate and it makes me sad!

Like I think there's also something to say when ppl are like, arakis art style looks ugly, but I argue that it's stylized in a very specfic way but he design characters, especially protags, that we're built to carry the art style he has!

Like especially part 3 jotaro to me, I think in managa he is so sweet and cute looking, I kno2 it might still be a far jump but I feel manga jotaro feels more like a 17/18 year old than anime (at least a buff 17/18 year old in arakis art style. Like IN the world of his art im like yeah this one's clearly softer and younger than his elder peers. He just looks like the most uptight giant teen in the world lol.) And this still varies as the part goes and from panel to panel

But look at manga jotaro for me..

Also I still have beef with the anime coloring. I know there's the whole 'colors that animate best on tv' but man...

Some of the saddest anime color changes are the p2 and p6 adaptation and how (especially part 2) gets such a pukey desaturation to me. It's so dad to me

Joseph's purple haaair, jolynes color palleteeee so sad!!

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mrfelixfischoeder · 1 month

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#16 for boblin ミ☆

#11 for gretchen/jimmy lmfaooo

oh my god yes yes YESSS

11- Write about your ship waking up together.

She has an awful headache. It suddenly turns into a stomach ache when she turns onto her side and sees fucking – Jimmy Pesto lying next to her. Oh my God why is he in her bed? Wait a minute, the walls are a pukey yellow. The bed sheets feel like they came from the discount pile from It’s A Linen Thing. God she loves that store-

“You gonna stare at me all morning, huh?”

He gets the witty first line because she’s daydreaming about his bedsheets. Gretchen stares at him, and he’s on his side, head on his hand. Until they make eye contact, and that’s when they know it’s real: it’s not a dream, it’s a terrible, terrible (fun) mistake from three too many tequila shots. But she’s not a mouse. She’s the cat, and Gretchen puts on her smoulder, leaning forward.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up, pretty boy.”

Pretty Boy? Why does that make him feel some kinda way? Jimmy leans back a little, laughing, trying not to feel the heat on his cheeks. He must still be a little tipsy, maybe. To avoid that feeling again, he stares at the ceiling instead. But his hands are clenched over his chest, and Gretchen can feel how tense he is against her body. He’s not moving away from her, and he doesn’t know why (he knows exactly why; ‘cause five rounds ain’t enough for her, as she told him last night, and he really really wanted to give her what she wanted. And now that he’s awake, he surely could. Maybe. Real quick before the restaurant needs to open).

“Do you have smokes? I suddenly feel like I should smoke.” She breaks his train of thought, and Jimmy grumbles. He’s got cigars, but he’s not quite ready to sacrifice them to Gretchen. But he also doesn’t want to disappoint her, and he hasn’t caught on that it was kind of a joke.

“No but I uh, could go and get you some-”

“Mmm no. If I’m left alone in a weird place for too long, I steal stuff.” Gretchen doesn’t know why she offered that piece of information. Was she warning him? Why bother at all? Not like she will ever come back, right? This place will be weird to her forever. Not that she’ll think about it a lot – often – at all. She promises herself.

They lay there. She watches him with a cat like smirk, and he stares at the ceiling. Jimmy finally sits up and checks his phone, muttering about the restaurant, but doesn’t seem to make a move to do anything about it. Finally, Gretchen sits up; the silence and lack of worship is driving her nuts.

“I’m gonna head.”

“Oh?” Jimmy looks over his shoulder, clearing his throat when he sees she’s definitely naked. As if her thigh and foot rubbing up all along his own leg wasn’t enough of a hint to it. “So soon? Uh,”

“You gonna make me breakfast like some kinda schmuck?” Gretchen cackles at the thought of his fumbling rebuttal, standing up and stretching. Jimmy stares at her back, eyes flicking to her backside before looking at the PG area again. He was all about her body last night (AND her butt) but now that he was a bit more sober, his confidence is gone. There’s a naked lady in his room and he’s clammed up.

“Well, you know,” he shrugs, making wild hand gestures to distract from his words. She doesn’t let him see her expression when she realises he was thinking about making breakfast, “I dunno, I got some eggs…”

“You got some eggs?” Gretchen wants him to try harder, and she looks over at him as she makes her way to his en suite like it’s second nature, stopping at the door. She watches him, and he is actively avoiding it. She likes the chase. “How romantic. Make me an omelette.”

“Huh?” finally he breaks, and looks over at her. Gretchen smirks, shaking her hair out and fluffing it out over her shoulders. Something about it makes his heart beat faster.

“But make it choppy - you know how to cook right?” Gretchen points at him, “Gimme some mushrooms and bacon! And if you got spinach, all the more.”

“Yeah, I cook!” Jimmy defends himself blandly as she disappears into the bathroom. He grumbles. He only owns spinach cause it's good for the kids - he hates it. Guess he could just put it in her omelette, but he never finishes an omelette to himself - and the pan'll stink of spinach anyway, oh god the thought alone is making him feel queasy. She doesn't need spinach. She doesn't even need to know he's got spinach. What is she, queen of his apartment? He can do as he pleases.

Half an hour or so later, in the kitchen of his apartment, the coffee smells good and the omelettes smell better. Anyone passing by might have been able to hear a sarcastic, but somehow still meaningful cheer out of the open window;

“Oh yum, the spinach is cooked perfectly. Guess you do know how to cook, pretty boy.”

#bobs burgers #gretchen #jimmy pesto #gretchen x jimmy #writing prompt #THIS TOOK SO LONG but was worth it to me #grimmy

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Ranking 7 photos algorithmically served to me attempting to aesthetically stage a Gilmore Girls rewatch

7. Coming in dead last is this disgustingly tragic and confusing combination of frozen mini pizzas and what appears to be a stemless wine glass full of orange juice??? positively hanging on for dear life to a thin, cracked cutting board that looks like it started its life in the Target dollar spot. I can't imagine a more nightmarish stain on my bland white sheets or frustrating debris to try and drain from my laptop keyboard than the pukey combination of marinara sauce and sticky juice, nor can I imagine a more depressing excuse for a comfort meal. Praying this person is a 12 year old trying to feel fancy by stealing a stemless wine glass from their mom while they were distracted by an episode of The Bachelor. Also, can we not find a single vibey Ikea lamp to turn on? Not cropping out the cable in the top right corner is an extra ominous choice. Bonus point for the gay sounding caption caught on screen though. 1/10

6. All I can think of looking at this cursed image is innocently uncrossing my legs and flipping the entire set-up over, spilling sugary milky foamy pumpkin coffee all over my twee cotton sheets, crushing burnt cookie crumbs all up in my grill, poopy melted chocolate chip stains everywhere, and setting my fluffy synthetic pillows ablaze. Making sure the food items are resting unwisely on your laptop but straight up nestling two Glade clearance candles right on your bed is extremely unwell behavior. 2/10

5. These cookies look like hamburger buns with jam and I hate thinking of the texture of them in my mouth but at least the hearts are trying and the waffle knit of the blanket looks cozy. The plate looks like it's resting on crossed legs rather than an actual bed this time. Good job with no open flames!!! 3/10

4. This looks like a second attempt from #6 - these cookies look like an upgrade, even down to the cutesy plate. They're livin' on the wild side with black coffee directly on the bed this time, but I guess that's less insane than multiple lit candles. I'm imagining this poor girl applying lipstick to kiss her list of things she loves which include "2000's movies", "stars/moon", and "pretty clothe" and I realize I am mocking a very lonely little girl and now I feel bad. Keep on binging GG, friend, you need it!!! 4/10

3. First off, trying to post ~aesthetic GG content with tea instead of coffee? Who are you, Luke Danes??? Points subtracted immediately. You're expecting me to think you're just casually whipping up a batch of cinnamon rolls, watching GG AND reading a novel? You're either watching or reading, doll, I simply refuse to accept both. That book is stressing me out. Get a bookmark! 4/10

2. I had to really study this one and decide if it was the same person as the previous photo. It may be, but this one features some important upgrades - that mug may possibly be coffee, the gray sweater looks fuzzy and comforting, cute manicure, and the cinnamon rolls are positively drowning in icing which I respect. I am once again judging your casually open book you fucking liar, but I enjoy the natural lighting and practical desktop surface. I refuse to entertain the thought that a GG rewatch can hit even a little bit on a tiny propped up iPad though. Give me a big TV and a couch/bed or nothing. 5/10

Now this is what I'm fucking talking about!!! Commit to the bit, people. This person put their whole pussy into making that delightful looking drink and stuck to the pumpkin theme. There's some pleasant mood lighting going on and I buy that this could be a tablescape rather than a crowded obstacle course on a twin bed. I am actually curious to try one of those cookies and the sweater weather candle is no doubt contributing positive vibes to the room. All precarious items are safely crowded onto a tray. Still hate the iPad but whatever. 8/10

#gilmore girls #my gg brainworms #i need a hobby lol

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