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penthouseprincesses · 6 months
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angela fit!!! 🩵🩵 happy Thursday!!
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pudding0001 · 1 year
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babyfatherr · 3 months
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powerofbanana · 5 months
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want some dog cake?
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jussieleblanc · 1 year
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I'm not supposed to be tellin'you dis but mind who you keep next to you... they havin' you flexin' but can't pay your rent #tooreal #LeBlancalypseNowDeluxe #shootatthatboi https://www.instagram.com/p/CmdqOuTq18_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Put me to the test. Put me in a dress. Put the lemon zest. On the chicken breast.
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andimahsong139 · 1 year
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My #abstract art may get #tooreal, I'm afraid. :)))) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckko_NPuYdK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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lazysharkart · 2 years
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Hex has this habit of being too wise for everyone else in the room.
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jyoproductions · 2 years
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I was inspired by seeing the famous rapper quotes so I made my own and I stand on what I say, believe in what I say, and a fake is just like a thief and I hate thieves just want yall to know you got the perfect example of real independent music with a purpose💯💯💯Come on guys dont make what I told @fatjoe not happen we got a change the industry and stand for something we a in the perfect position to do so let's like Rambo says you live for something or die for nothing💯💯💯 #viralpost #realrapper #frontlining #warning #independentcantakeover #independentartist #indiehiphop #fatjoe #fraud #realnessovergreed #moneyisevil #fraud #rap #realmusic #makeachange #tooreal https://www.instagram.com/p/CfFZEtvLAEK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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echo-of-sounds · 1 year
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not good enough
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-Toshinori x f!reader-
This was a commission for @ethereal-tooreal! She asked for a fluff and smut scenario where Toshi comforts the reader dealing with body dysmorphia and insecure about her weight. Thank you so much for the commission! <3
Warnings: dealing with body dysmorphia and anxiety
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You didn't think it'd actually bother you this much. Or at all. It was just a typical step on the scale. But the number wasn't a happy one. 
Five pounds. Five pounds that weren't there last Friday. You gained five pounds in one week. It wasn't even that much, but once you saw the scale flash '5,' it felt like eighty pounds of weight — eighty pounds you worked off through sweat and tears — was suddenly hanging on your body, and you didn't want to be back in that headspace again. 
But it was only five pounds. That wasn't anything if not normal. People's weights fluctuate day to day, even throughout the day. Despite that, you avoided looking in the bedroom mirror. You couldn’t because you’d see everything wrong: weight on your arm shaking, marks showing how your skin’s been stretched, the way pants pinch just slightly too much on your hips. 
While your body wasn't as big as it used to be, you weren't an itty bitty person by any means either. You still had some extra weight, as most people do, but it is better compared to where you were, physically, emotionally, mentally. You felt the progress, more confident in yourself, your well-being, able to wear your desired clothing without constant insecurity haunting you. You just felt healthier.
Yet, the doubts always came back, taunting those horribly fit clothes and teasing the loose skin, assuring yourself that your body wasn’t good enough. It’d never be.
Not wanting those thoughts to spiral further, you threw on a comfy cardigan and laid in bed, cuddling under the blankets to watch TV. You turned it to a show about interior design. It was low effort and the least drama. 
Only when it darkened outside and the world slowed down did the apartment door open. Toshinori, after lingering around the front rooms, eventually walked into the bedroom, greeting you with his usual cheer. “I thought you were asleep at first. Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
He didn’t seem to question it and shuffled around a bit before leaving the room. You took the opportunity to wipe your eyes and steady your breathing as best you could. He had plenty of stress in his life. He certainly didn't need to be bothered with your issues after a long day of work dealing with God knows what.
Toshi said your name from the doorway. “I'm going to heat up some water. Do you want anything?”
You surprised yourself with how even your voice was: “Hot chocolate, please.”
“Anything to eat? A snack?”
“M'fine.”
Some minutes later, hearing footsteps coming back, you pulled the blanket up to hide most of your face. A steaming mug was placed on the bedside table. It was your favorite mug, a cute purple one with sunflowers, gifted to you from Toshi after one of his many Hero business trips. 
You thought you saw him staring out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, he was already turned around. Part of you hoped he stayed. The other, larger part wanted him to just ignore you for tonight and let you wallow in the misery.
But he didn't fulfill that bigger, conflicted part, to both your happiness and sadness, and walked to the other side of the bed. You scooted closer to the edge to give him some more room… or to put extra space between him and your body. If he didn’t touch you, then maybe the internal turmoil wouldn’t compound too much and become external.
“You’re okay, sweetheart.” He patted your hip as he settled in, once again not heeding your unspoken thoughts. It’s not like he could read your mind, though, so of course, he wouldn't. How could he? If you actually said them, he’d no doubt respect them. 
You only grasped that he was still speaking at his last words. You asked him to repeat himself. He did: “How was work today? Anything fun happen?”
“Fine. You?”
“It was okay. Classes were all lectures today, so no exciting activities. And paperwork had gotten backed up at the Agency. That took quite a long time to get through after school.”
You hummed. The conversation swiftly petered out. He didn't seem to want to push you, thankfully. Though, you were probably coming across much more detached than you wanted. It wasn't his fault. And you were sorry his day wasn’t exciting. You knew how much he liked when class was active and he could help the kids with their Hero training. But you just couldn’t express all that right now.
Sooner than later, Toshi spoke up. “Are you sure you're okay?”
You grunted.
He sighed. “Can you sit up for me? I want to talk.”
You reluctantly did, bringing the blanket with you for support, and rested against the cushioned headboard like he was. Howbeit, you didn’t look at him. His eyes were going to be too sweet, his smile too sympathetic. 
“What's going on?”
“Nothing.”
“I know something's wrong.”
“It's nothing, Toshi, really. Just overreacting.”
“And I'm supposed to ignore your red eyes? It’s clear you’ve been crying.”
You shrugged. It was nothing he hadn't heard before, and you didn't really want to bother him with it again. Yeah, he was your partner and all, but there was surely a limit to when something got annoying. You mumbled, “It’s stupid.”
“What?”
You repeated yourself. 
“Honey, you’re speaking so quietly. I can’t understand you.”
“It’s stupid.”
A hand rested on your thigh. The blanket layers lent little comfort to the action. “Can you tell me what happened?”
“… I gained five pounds.”
He didn't say anything. He didn't move. His hand didn't even squeeze in the support he usually gave. 
You peeked over at him. He was only staring like you were being ridiculous, exactly like you feared. “God, I told you it was stupid. You-”
“Stop saying that,” he interrupted, practically chiding you, just in a tender voice. “Please. Your thoughts and feelings are not stupid, especially to me. Okay?”
You nodded.
He took a second before continuing. “I’m assuming you weighed yourself today, then. When?”
“When I got home.”
“And I know you know that that isn’t the best time to do that. Weight can fluctuate up to-”
“Yes, I know.” You’ve learned all the tips and tricks and hardly needed to hear them all again. “It still doesn’t stop all the stup- the annoying thoughts. And it’s just so irritating, Toshi, dealing with them over and over again. I don’t want to keep thinking about myself like that. I don’t want to base my worth on my weight. I don’t want to feel like I’m… like I’m not good enough for…” Your voice quietened again, not wanting to admit to the fears and doubts your therapist heard so much about.
All the progress and counseling and rationalizations never fully stopped insecurity from creeping its way in, seething that no amount of progress was enough, reasonings were just excuses, and your shrink just a fool. You were too big — unwell, undesirable, unattractive — for society, for friends and family, for Toshi.
He carefully asked, obviously not wishing to pry too much. “What don’t you feel good enough for?”
“You.”
“Oh, honey-”
“I know what you’re gonna say, and I know it isn’t true, but sometimes it feels so real.” Your fingers clamped closed, nails stabbing into your palms. All the CBT and DBT in the world didn’t work. Trusting observable reality, externalization, and distress tolerance didn’t cut it. “I don’t know how to get them to just stop.”
Toshi hummed. The supporting grip came, clenching through the thick blankets. His other hand enveloped both of yours, working them open and relaxed. Four marks indented skin where nails were. At his words, you took a deep breath, steadying the rapidly developing shakiness.
“I’m so sorry you’re struggling so much today. The obsessing isn’t easy, I know. I’ve dealt with it too.” An arm circled your shoulders to bring you close. After kissing your head, he said, “Therapy can get you far, and you’ve done so well with it. I’m so proud of you. But I don’t know if those thoughts and struggles will ever completely go away, either. If I could, I’d take them.”
‘I know,’ you mouthed. 
“It’s why I want you to talk to me if you’re struggling. I can’t cure them, but I promise I’ll always try my best to help or distract you.”
You turned into his neck to blink away any looming tears, weakly thanking him. When he began serenading you with his long list of ‘gorgeous’, ‘wonderful’ and ‘delightful’ and lengthy, synonymous praises, your teary eyes rolled internally. But it never failed to make you smile. And you were right: His sweet and sympathetic comfort was quite insufferable. In a good way. In a really good way. It was enough for the knot in your upper back to release and for some pent-up frustrations to sizzle out. 
“Did something happen today to make the results feel worse? Or was it a bad day?”
“I don't know. Just a really bad day, I think.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Think just sitting with me is enough.”
“I can do that.” He tilted your chin towards him. Rough fingers gently smoothed over your jaw. “If you are ever struggling with something, tell me. Okay? It doesn’t matter how foolish you think something is. I’m here to help you through all that.”
The rubbing on your jaw switched to brushing through your hair. The other arm snaked around your waist, hand hugging your side, tickling skin through the sweater just barely. Kisses pressed to your temple, peppering a handful of more reveres. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” You stretched up to kiss him, still needing to when sitting because his torso was so damn tall. You spoke between connected lips. “And thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me for loving you.” Lips reciprocated with a smile. Weight shifted. You laid to the side, settling horizontally across the bed with your thighs open, inviting him into a more attentive, comfortable position. And he did, promptly nestling against you after stripping off his shirt.
The kiss reconnected. You cupped his face, tracing along his rigid jaw and cheeks. Fingers effortlessly unbuttoned your cardigan. Once it was open, they slipped across your abdomen, making you flinch at their chill. 
A 'sorry' whispered into your mouth. You lightly laughed with him, pressing your body against his for warmth. Wandering fingers cradled your sides, not caring about any extra weight or stretch marks beneath them. 
He never cared.
He purred, “You’re so beautiful.”
He never shied away from your body like you've done to yourself so many times. And to exemplify that, he helped remove your top, leaving you bare and cold underneath him.
“I mean it, no matter how many times I say it.”
“Even when you say it in the cheesiest way possible?”
“Especially then. I wouldn't tell you something without believing it.” Smiling, Toshi kissed down your neck to your clavicle, teeth ever so slightly catching skin but never pinching. “You're beautiful, scars and tattoos and all,” he breathed before kissing said tattoo on your chest, inching closer to your breasts. His traveling stopped to concentrate on your already hard nipple. Swelter covering shivering skin roused moans and humping. 
With his mouth occupied, his and your hands worked your underwear off, further seeking heat and arousal. Nearly simultaneously, you palmed his pants and he stroked your clit. Groans skimmed your nipple as he worked his way back to your mouth, hips eagerly grinding with the other's hand. 
His pants and boxers were the next to go. Sooner than he could clumsily push them all the way off, you were pumping his half-erect cock, and he scarcely got settled by the time you were lining him up, wanting him inside. Though, he didn’t need much direction to slide in, gradually, for your sake. 
You moaned at the familiar stretch. He’d push in a little, pull out, then inch in just a little more until he found a satisfying depth to thrust at. You gripped his sides to keep his chest against yours. It rumbled with buried groans, repeating the same sentiment: “You’re so beautiful.”
You bit a blanket as the constant pace and pleasure started to quickly accumulate. It didn’t matter if it was on the slower side. His length more than made up for it. His mouth never parted from you. His hand never left your stomach, stroking heated skin and groping your sides, keeping you connected and hungry. And the tilt and lightly-haired skin pressing and stressing your clit wouldn’t make this a drawn-out ardor.
The thrusting eased to a leisured push until he bottomed out. Your inner thighs trembled from the shameless, indulgent burden of his entire cock inside. Forearms laid on the bed, enclosing your head. You kissed the arm closest before getting distracted by the lips on your temple. You turned to greet them with your own, smiling as languid thrusting began again.
“Just a little more,” you urged.
The pace didn’t increase, but the force did, only a tiny bit like you asked for, hips lurching rather irregularly. You sought your clit, rubbing at the needed speed.
‘I love you’ echoed between dry kisses. The high reached its limit as calming contractions sent your body rigid. Thighs and arms shuddered, fingers pricking skin through the enjoyment. Your mouth stopped replying, too busy with moaning, leaving his to guide the elongated, tiring kiss.
He groaned heavily into you, his spine needing to curve quite a bit because of his height. But that didn’t stop him from trying or you from grasping at his back through his jerking. You kissed and nipped his shoulder, whispering for his release. 
And suddenly, you were left empty for a split second before cum speckled your tummy. You watched, delicately covering his hand with yours, as he shuddered and pumped himself clean. He went flaccid after a minute, his body relaxing on yours as well. 
A tiny, white dot had dripped onto your thumb. Not wanting to wipe it anywhere, you licked it off, grinning at the mild salt and his red face. 
“Don’t worry. It tastes fine,” you teased.
Toshi grunted in the fluster. He reached over you and grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table, using them to gently clean the mess off of your stomach. As he did, it growled just slightly. He asked with a small laugh, “Did you eat anything for dinner?”
“No. I came home and laid down.”
“Will you? I can make you something.” He kissed your forehead, listing off a few options.
“Pancakes sound good,” you agreed to that option, stretching your arms. He did make wonderful pancakes. 
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djservo · 6 months
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fell down the rabbit hole of yaoi/BL cafés last nite & I feel like there's an IASIP episode waiting to happen there.. the gang opens a yaoi café bc they wanna be the firsts to do it in America and Dennis is set on protecting the integrity of the place so when ppl r like "how's ur gay café going lmao" he's like "it's YAOI it's JAPANESE it's an ELEVATED EXPERIENCE 😡" but nothing translates well at all like they hire rando aspiring actors and have Mac as the creative director but he comes up with the stupidest scenarios that their weeb customers don't like but he blames it on the actors so they scout for an entirely new staff at gay bars for the authenticity but then the gayness is #TooReal for their mostly straight & socially awkward clientele so the café eventually just morphs into a gay cruising/hookup spot and gets shut down for health code violations .
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drumr · 1 year
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After every match in qatar, japan fans stay behind to clean trash left in stands!
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psiimaid · 1 year
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@chagrined-arthur @abandonedabyss double darkleer yippee ^^ get appreciated boy
one aspect about them i love: ooough i think it’s very.. compelling? #tooreal? that he chose to devote his life to the empire as an executor instead of finding something where he could use his skill/passion for mechanics. and then lost it all anyway. and he’s so wet pathetic droopy wilty sobbing mess
one aspect i wish more people understood about them: hmmmm don’t get me wrong i love a stoic darkleer but that man was a drama king to the max. he’s a whiny mopey extremely vocal complainer. his hive is entirely isolated among the clouds like. he’s so extra. 💙
one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: SENSITIVE TUMMY 4EVER AND EVER but also once he was exiled he started eating less and stopped working at keeping up his ✨physique✨so he got soft dadbod
one character i love seeing them interact with: uhmmm mindfang is pretty funny ngl !! there’s the familiarity of old friends but also the…. sigh this is the hill i Will die on but backstabbing bluebloods. darkleer and mindfang are like. folks who knew each other in high school but weren’t particularly close but keep reconnecting afterward. like that’s the vibe.
one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: psii ig? i’ve seen some post-helm psii/leer stuff and well thas p neat!
one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: okay well this isn’t. completely original. but he gets very attached to the idea of the demoness in his overly dramatic way of wishing for death and thinks it a sort of penance that he prays to a pagan lowblood goddess lol
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bbb-bomb · 5 months
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Like do they just expect us to be happy about being stuck in a room with 30 other kids and 1 random adult who gives us work to do for 8 hours straight? 😭
#Tooreal
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fapper · 10 months
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My hinge profile is soooo funny yall like im fully doing it for fun now like i am NOT finding a serious partner from this shit bruh i just made a 30 second recording of how my hamsters gave birth and nobodys gonna heart my shit from now on LOOOOLLLL #TOOREAL FOR HINGE
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johnnycrass · 2 years
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Like there's some things about me that are desirable and some things that aren't so I'm just pretty lasse faire about my dating prospects or maybe even like agnostic about my chances ? apathetic? I think I should just pretend to be super confident. but I'm #tooreal so we know i wont pretend that
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