#75 pounds lost

[jakemyboy]

I forgot to post this photo of Blu and his girlfriend Brandy from a few days ago. They hadn't seen each other in three weeks due to the bad weather. They had a lot of fun! Never can get a decent picture of the two of them together, Brandy won't do 'sit' for anyone but her mother, so I'm going to start training her.

[svltburn]

don't read the tags if you have an eating disorder

[gothhabiba]

Following the 1948 war, the state of Israel was founded on 78% of the territory of Palestine, considerably more land than the partition plan had proposed (52% of the territory was earmarked for the Jews under the plan, who represented 7% of the population at the time). About 418 villages were depopulated or destroyed during the war and 714,000 Palestinians lost their lands (Isaac et al., 2004). Arab ownership fell from 570,000 ha [hectares] in 1945 to 76, 800 ha in 1949/1950 (Lewis, 1996), a loss of 87% of the area. The expropriated land was among the most fertile and productive. Almost all Arab-owned citrus groves and banana plantations were lost.

Under various provisions that the Israeli parliament, the Knesset, promulgated beginning in 1948, vast quantities of land were expropriated. These included the Emergency Land Requisition Law which authorized expropriation «for the defense of the state, public security and the absorption of immigrants; a law enabling the minister of agriculture to take control of «waste» (uncultivated) land; the Absentees’ Property Law of 1950, which allowed the government to seize the land of both external and internal refugees. The latter were referred to as «present absentees» (Quigley, 2005: 107). In 1953 The Land Acquisition Law gave the government title over the lands acquired under the Absentees law of 1950. «It provided for compensation but most Arabs refused it, preferring to preserve their claim to the land (…) The value of the lands taken from the Palestinian Arabs was estimated at 100 million pounds. It included stone quarries, 10,000 acres of vineyards, 25,000 acres of citrus groves, 10,000 business establishments, 95% of what became Israel’s olive groves and 50,000 apartments.» The government expropriated 85% of the land of the Bedouin of the Negev desert (Quigley, 2005: 108-109). For example, in 1951-52, former Arab groves produced 1.25 million boxes of fruit, of which 400,000 were sent abroad. Arab fruit sent abroad provided 10% of Israel’s foreign exchange earnings from exports in 1951. In 1949 the olive produce from confiscated Arab groves was Israel’s third largest export, after citrus fruit and diamonds (Jiyiris, 1976).

– 2009. Leah Temper, “Creating Facts on the Ground: Agriculture in Israel and Palestine (1882-2000),” Historia Agraria 48, pp. 75-110.

[jaebeomsbitch]

Cherry Lips II (E.M)

Pt: I |Pt III: In progress

Summary: Being irrevocably in love with your best friend leads to love confessions in laundry rooms

Pairing: Bestfriend! Eddier x Single Mom! Reader

Warning: Kissing

A/N: I get too into my head about writing. Literally put this off for so long and then just finished 75% it in less than an hour. I need to get out of my head. Never edited as always lol

Taglist: sleepie-bunnie skrzydlak tlclick73 cuvntt twirls827 goth-cowgirl-03 manda-panda-monium ali-r3n gublerstylesobrien1238 antagonize-me-motherfucker veemoon witchwolflea ryanmxrie josephquinnsfreckles strangerfan3691 akiratoro420 babydollface1165 mygirlchaos eddiesguitarskills middle-of-the-earth bandaids-n-porcelain graciehams eddiemunsonslittlemetalhead

It had been months since that night on the kitchen counter with Eddie. Your maternal leave ran out a long time ago. Eddie insisted that you quit your job and stay home with the baby but you always promised you’d never be dependent on a man even though you were. You wanted the option to be able to leave if anything happened. 

Wayne and your mom help you out with the baby. Wayne takes her on his days off. Eddie cooing as he leaves yelling “Have fun with your grandpa.” Eddie saw Wayne as a father figure more than his own deadbeat dad. Wayne was there to teach him about growing into a young man. He was there to give him dating advice and the rare baby advice. Wayne took to taking care of your baby naturally despite never having a kid of his own. 

You could tell he’s going to be the best grandpa ever with the way he treats your daughter. Exactly like Eddie does, with fragility and care, their eyes sparkling with a deep love. Today Wayne took the baby despite it being your day off grumbling about having some time to yourself. 

It isn’t until Wayne leaves that you notice the vase on the dining table, magnolias. You look at them confused, where’d they come from? You walk towards them, brushing the petals lightly between your fingers thinking of what Robin said. You were a magnolia. 

“You like them?” Eddie says, startling you. You clutch your chest, heart pounding against your rib cage. 

“Holy fuck Eds, scared the shit outta me” you say feeling your heart beat slow down when you know it’s Eddie. 

“Well isn’t this a familiar sight?” He says with a smirk on his lips. Your face flushing remembering the kitchen incident. You tried to push the memory back but you always ended up in the shower, fingers knuckle deep inside you as you bite your arm trying not to moan. You let go of your chest lightly laughing trying to push past the awkwardness. 

“Yeah I like them. Where’d you get ‘em?” You ask turning back towards the flowers, picking the one in your hand up and smelling it. Your face brightening, a big smile adorning your face. You were a big beautiful fucking magnolia and you’d never let anyone tell you otherwise. 

“Just thought you’d appreciate something pretty in the house,” he shrugs.

“You know Robin said I was like a magnolia tree, full of love,” you murmur lost in thought, fingertip tracing the delicate petal. 

“Oh I know,” he says, leaving you to yourself. It takes a second for you to realize what he just said. 

Knew… he knew? How the fuck did he know? He had to have overheard the phone call or Rob told him. But she’d never tell him…right? Your best friend wouldn’t totally tell your other best friend that you were head over heels for him would she? Oh fuck you’re panicking… Maybe it meant nothing? Maybe he’s just agreeing with Robin? Okay it’s no big deal. Totally not anything, you try to convince yourself as you grab your hamper and walk downstairs to the basement to do laundry. 

There’s no way he knows anything, Eddie was dead asleep and you’d never done anything obvious… besides the occasional ogle when he’s got his back turned to you. Fuck that back, you bite your lip as you separate the darks from light. No, No horny thoughts of Eddie especially not when it’s just the two of you in the house tonight. You swallow your spit, as you pour in the detergent and softener. 

“Hey, I’ve been talking to you?” Eddie says louder than normal which startles you. You bang your knee on the washer, the lid slamming closed. You cradle your knee, hobbling around to look at Eddie with a pained look on your face. 

“Mhm?” you hum in a high pitched tone, trying not to press too hard onto your aching knee cap. 

“Shit, you all right?” He says, walking quickly across the basement towards you. Once again you find yourself being lifted by the waist but this time on the lid of the washer. 

“Stop scaring me!” you groan, slapping his arm.

“Stop being so fucking jumpy then” he retorts, folding your pajama pants and inspecting your knee. His fingers gentle as they brush your kneecap but you can’t help the visceral reaction you have. Your face scrunching up, hands reaching for his shirt squeezing the fabric in your palms. 

“Fuck,” you groan again.

“S’not bleeding, think you just need some ice and to rest it,” He murmurs looking up at your face, you can tell because his breath hits your chin. Why was he so God damn close? Your heart beat races in your chest, lump forming in your throat.

“Okay,” you breathe out, fluttering your eyes open. You thought he’d step back but he doesn’t move. For the first time since you were teens you can see the familiar spray of faint freckles on the bridge of his nose. You’d always scolded him for not wearing sunscreen which he always met with an eye roll. 

“Oh, sorry,” You say, realizing you’re quite literally pulling him towards you. You let go of his shirt wiping your sweating palms on the soft fleece of your pajamas. The throbbing in your knee replaced by a different kind of throbbing as you inhale his scent. It’s changed slightly, now he smells like detergent and motor oil. He used to smell like weed and musk but he’d given it up since you got pregnant, always said he didn’t want to expose the baby to it.

“I know,” he says, voice deep and gravelly. 

“Hmm?” you say, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, trying your best not to look down at those pink lips of his. 

“I know,” he simply repeats, pressing himself forward, face centimeters from yours. You try to scoot back but hit your head on the cabinet. 

“God you can’t fucking help it can you?” he says clearly amused by the way you’re always hurting yourself in front of him. 

“You know?” you ask, trying to press him for more as you rub the back of your head but he swats your hand away, fingers finding the soft tresses of your hair gently massaging the area of impact until you relax in his hold. 

“Mhm,” he hums. Clearly he was playing some sort of game. Eddie always liked to fuck with you, he’d play little prank on you. Like once in high school he’d convinced you that you’d forgotten an important day. You’d spent the entire day wracking your brain for the thing you forgot even asking all of hellfire who gave you the cold-shoulder. It was something stupid like a year from the first time you let him borrow your good pen.

“Okay… what do you know?” you ask, looking up at his chocolate brown eyes.

“Something,” he sing songs mischievously as he presses his hips into the side of the washing machine, your legs dangling on either side of his hips. 

“God you’re annoying?��� you roll your eyes but a small smile threatens to overtake your lips. 

“You sure ‘bout that?” he asks, fingers moving from your scalp to hold onto the back of your head, his thumb brushing the underside of your jaw. Your breath hitches. It’s too much. If Eddie was fucking with you’d probably have a mental break down. 

“You know?” you ask, trying to cross that barrier without saying it. You gulp, fingers reaching for his waist, softly pressing into his back as he presses closer and closer. Your faces a centimeter from each other, breaths mixing as you both practically pant for breath. He doesn’t respond and you don’t dare break the moment as his big doe eyes flick down to your lips and back to your eyes as if silently asking for permission. You nod ever so slightly, heart hammering in your chest. Was this real? Please God let this be real. You couldn't wake up to dream like this again, it broke a piece of your heart every time you dreamed of the press of his lips on yours…and so much more. 

His lips press against the corner of your mouth, fingers dipping down to your waist pulling you impossibly closer until you feel the hardpress of his cock through his jeans. You gulp as he takes a moment as if giving you time to back out. Fuck no, you’d been dreaming of it for so long, pressing your fingers into your pussy wishing it was his length. 

He presses a soft hiss to your lips, its gentle and sweet as you move against each other. Your fingers moving from his hips to tangle in his curls. You kiss him with a bigger sense of desperation and he matches your pace. Every year he’s held back pressing forward, every year he held back his jealousy making him slip his tongue into your mouth, every year you weren’t his, had him cradling your head tongue lapping against yours until you can’t breathe but you don’t dare to move away. Instead you wrap your legs around his lithe waist. 

He pulls back panting, “Fuck.” His gentle fingers press into your scalp, lips pressing softly into the place between your jaw and neck, his other hand caressing your neck, thumb brushing your soft skin, his nose skirting the soft line of your jaw. It’s so tender and sweet just like Eddie has always been with you despite your earlier makeout session. 

“Eds,” You say breathlessly. He hums against your skin in acknowledgement. 

“I love you, so much,” you whisper, fingers gripping his shirt, as you choke up with emotion. All your longing spilling forward like a leak in a dam. 

“I love you too,” He responds, eyelashes fluttering against your jaw. You can hear the imperceptible crack in his voice. Your hands immediately sliding towards his back pressing into it softly trying to comfort him, silently apologizing for being so stupid.

He takes a second to collect himself to look at your eyes again. His eyes wet with unshed tears, with silent longing love and adoration to match yours. You press a soft kiss to his lips, saying sorry over and over again. You’d always imagined this super passionate, rough, sexual encounter with Eddie just like the stories he’d described but… that wasn’t him now. He was always your kind hearted and sweet boy. 

“I love you,” You murmur against his lips, tears dripping down your eyes as you hold his face. You can taste the saltiness on his lips as your tears mix together. He pulls back, thumbs brushing away your stray tears whispering an “I love you too.” You take a moment just to revel in the warmth of this moment, eyes searching each other as if they contained every secret of the universe. 

[humansofnewyork]

“I packed on the muscle to cover it up. What our neighbor did to me; when I was a kid. It left such a darkness and shadow inside me. So much anger and sexual confusion. My high school wrestling coaches used to test me for steroids every single week; that’s how much anger and aggression was inside of me. But I didn’t beat up my body with drugs, like some people do. I beat it up in the gym. Working out made me feel embodied. Like nobody would fuck with me. At the age of 21 I decided to train for the Mr. Olympia competition. I was down to 4 percent body fat. I was getting striations like crazy. Then one day I’m riding the elevator at my office, and it froze. It hovered for one second. Then it dropped. I thought I was going to die. It fell three stories before the emergency brakes kicked in. Four herniated discs in my back. Three in my neck. I needed two shoulder operations, a knee operation. I had platinum and titanium wires put into my back. It was months and months of not being able to work out. Sitting in this dark room. No sunshine. All that pain and suffering from my childhood just rushed out. I remember sitting in my wheelchair, next to a busy street, and wanting so bad to just roll over the curb. But this is a comeback story. I’m having a little bit of a comeback right now. After my last spinal surgery, I got the sense that I could lift again. I put on a garbage bag, and walked 2.5 miles a day, in 95-degree heat, carrying weights. I lost 75 pounds. The entire time I was listening to the Rocky music. Eye of The Tiger, on repeat. Rocky is my hero. He wasn’t super smart and neither am I, especially since the brain injury. But we both know how to keep fighting. I even got a tattoo of a tiger on my chest. Its mouth is open. It’s scaring the pain away: not just the physical pain, all of the pain. Right now I’m training for my first competition. It’s a just small one in December, called Classic Physique. But I went hard today, and I’m feeling super strong. I don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me. I want people to see me on the podium. I want to engrave a sentiment. That if this man can do it, anybody can. This isn’t gonna be a sad story. It’s gonna be a Rocky story.”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Best support friend; Rocket raccoon x gn reader

*Author’s note*

A double update? No get out of town! Truthfully I was gonna save posting this fic up once I got a Jack Kline request that has been sitting in my inbox collecting dust for almost a year or however long ago it was but I decided idk when I’ll post it up so I decided to just go ahead and post this fic up and hopefully I’ll do the Jack Kline one in the next week or so (it’s like 75% done).

So @itsscromp​ here is your new Rocket raccoon request.

Warnings: abuse, fluff, panic attacks, angst, protective Rocket, swearing, clueless ravagers. 

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@queen-paladin​

@queensdivas​

@gay-and-ready-to-cry​

@austynparksandpizza​

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“NONE OF THIS WOULD’VE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD JUST LET ME TAKE THE REINS FOR ONCE!!” exclaimed a voice.

“Well excuse me for not letting the man with the robotic eyes take the wheel.” Another voice snarked sarcastically.  I was passing through Knowhere trying to organize some supplies when I heard the sound of arguing.  I followed the voices and there were Ezekiel and Torath.

“Oh no what now?” I muttered as I walked towards them.  The two of them continued to argue as I spoke up. “Hey guys.”

“You have any idea what that shrimp Quill is gonna do to us the minute we tell you lost the cargo?” Torath said.

“I lost the cargo? Need I remind you that it was because of your glitchy eyes that you hit the ejector button sending the cargo out into the depths of space!” Ezekiel snapped again at Torath.

“And need I remind you that you are literally the worst pilot in the entire galaxy! I’ve seen beasts with half a brain fly advance ships better than you!”

“Okay guys can we please just….” I tried to cease the argument but the two stubborn, pig-headed men got into a squabble.  Fists were flying and swears were spat out.  “hey! Hey! Hey! Hey guys stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” suddenly I caught an elbow to the nose which not only sent me to the ground but also in a flashback.

~Flashback~

I fell to the ground as a punch came across my face and I whimpered as I spat out blood.

“Quit being weak Terran! How will you ever grow a backbone if you keep behaving like a sniveling coward!”

“But sir it—” I was kicked in the stomach this time and I let out a soft but painful grunt.

“You tell me it hurts and I swear I will make your next test more painful than the last!” I whimpered and gave him a nod as he forced me to stand back up and told me to stand my ground as he kept punching and kicking me.

~End of flashback~

My chest tightened and my heart pounded against my ears.  No I-I wasn’t there! I wasn’t there anymore! I-I have to get out of here! I stood up and took off running as fast as I could. Even when I had ran into someone I didn’t stop, all I knew was that I had to get out of there.

*Rocket’s POV*

I felt someone shove pass me but just before I could snap at them telling them to watch where they were going, I saw the familiar shape of (Y/n).  Normally they don’t just run like that unless there’s something wrong or their in a hurry. And they’re usually not in a hurry.

That’s when I heard the sound of Torath and Ezekiel screaming and rolling all over each other in a brawl.  I went over to them and called out to them.

“OI SHITS FOR BRAINS!!” but not even my voice could deter them from arguing.  I nodded nonchalantly as I took out my electro-shocker gun and activated it.  I first aimed it at Ezekiel and fired one shot before firing at Torath.  And just like when Groot, (Y/n) and I first hunted down Quill, they both exclaimed as the electro-shock balls stuck to them and they were given a good shock.  “Have I got your attention now shitbags?”

“What was that for rodent?” snapped Ezekiel.

“First of all don’t call me a rodent, not when I can give you a second dosage of shocks. Maybe this time I’ll crank it up a notch.” That got him to shut up.  “Second of all, why was (Y/n) racing out from your general direction looking upset?”

“(Y/n) was here?” Torath asked as his robotic eyes moved around.

“Yeah she was now answer my question nimrods! What happened?!”

“I didn’t even know that she had even came here.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“How do you not notice them? They’re the only Terran besides Quill!”

“Wait, is that why my elbow hurts so much?” asked Ezekiel. My ears twitched and I slowly turned towards him, my tail twitching in anger.

“What. Was that. You said?!” I sneered lowly.

“In our squabble, I—I felt my elbow hit something but I—” I didn’t even let him finish as I launched at him and proceeded to beat the shit out of him.  Blinded by pure rage.

How dare this son of a bitch hit (Y/n)! She had to live her entire life abused and tortured just to prove that she could enhance her skin into a hard-carbon shield.  Had it not been for Groot and I, she would’ve had to spend the rest of her miserable life with that sick, cowardly bastard.

I was deep in my rage that I hadn’t even felt myself being pulled forced away from Ezekiel and Quill’s voice exclaimed.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa Rocket cool it man! Now I don’t know what the hell brought this on but you need to chill out right now!”

“This spineless rat hurt (Y/n)!” I yelled.

“I didn’t know they were even here! We didn’t know they were there!” Ezekiel tried to reason as Torath helped him up.

“With the way you two were bitching at each other you couldn’t see your own noses at the end of your faces!” I managed to wriggle my way out of Quill’s hold and without another word raced off to find (Y/n).

Being reminded of any form of abuse whether it’s done to themselves or they see if, they get triggered by it and let me tell you it gets bad.  So bad that they sometimes forget where they are or whose friend of foe.  All they see is that damned doctor.

I was asking around hoping that anyone had seen them but they all proved to be a bunch of negligent losers.  That was until Mantis had said that she felt their emotions coming from my ship.  I raced back to the Milano and soon enough in the main cockpit I found them huddled up, their chest rising up and down at an erratic pace.

I could also hear just how bad their heart was racing and could smell the panicked sweat from not only their brow but also their clammy hands. I walked towards them but didn’t speak, at this point they wouldn’t be able to hear me.  But there was one way to pull them out of this…..and Quill or Drax better not be spying on me otherwise I’ll blast them halfway across the quadrant.

I sat as close as I could beside them and first gave their bicep a gentle and affectionate nuzzle.  I then placed my paw onto their forearm and using my claws I very gently stroked down the skin of their forearm.  Then going back up to the same place where I started before going back down again.

“C’mon (N/n). Come back to me. You can do this.” I muttered before their breathing slowed and they seemed to be coming back down to reality.

*My POV*

It had been forever since I had a panic attack.  If I didn’t know what they were, I swear I thought I was dying.  My vision was so blurry, I couldn’t even see my own hand in front of my face.  There was this high-pitch ringing that was constantly piercing my ears and my body felt paralyzed after I had collapsed into god knows where.

That’s when I felt something furry against my arm.  I also felt sharp nails (or claws) gently stroke down my arm.  They didn’t hurt but they did send tingles up from my arm to my spine.  Slowly the claws kept stroking down my forearm until I lifted it up and found my hand being placed on something soft.

I opened my eyes and after blinking away some of the tears as well as the haze that my vision was making, it began to focus and there I saw Rocket sitting right beside me.  His ears slightly bent backward as his eyes were looking at me assuringly and I also saw that my hand was now resting just on top of his head.

He gave me a soft nod and allowed me to stroke through his fur (knowing that it helped calm me down in the past).  After petting his head for a few minutes, I was able to unfold my legs from my chest so that they now were fully extended in front of me and I felt the tingling sensation of them falling asleep.

Rocket then rested his upperbody on top of my right thigh and allowed me to continue stroking his fur until I felt a vibration on my thigh. I looked down and as I stroked down Rocket’s neck, I could feel him purring, like actually purring.  I didn’t even know he could purr (kinda made me think back to the cats back on Earth).

“I….didn’t know you could purr like a cat.”

“This is a once in a lifetime thing. You speak of this to anyone, especially that stupid mutt Cosmo, I’ll rip your head off.”

“Thank you Rocket. This……means a lot.”

“Been a long time since you had one, figured you’d need something to help calm you down.” Rocket can be gruff and hard on the outside but when he wants to, if you look deep, deep, deep, deep down inside, you’ll find that he’s just a sweet, caring, intuitive creature who will do anything to help you out.

Even if it’s purring like a cat and having someone pet you constantly until they feel centered again.  But I wouldn’t have my best friend any other way.

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Summary: anon request- ‘73 & 75 with Dom Shownu!! thanks in advance 💕’

73 - "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it." || 75 - "You know, you look real pretty when you cry."

Pairing: Shownu x afab!reader Genres/tropes: non-idol!AU, coworker!AU, office!AU, boss and secretary!AU, smut, drabble Word Count: 633 Warnings: exhibitionism, office sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, rebound, cursing once or twice, degradation (of a third party), cuckolding (kinda?), HR clearly doesn’t exist with the way Shownu speaks

Despite the shitshow that happened last night, you make it to work on time and properly dressed. You make your way straight to your boss's office to ask for your tasks for the day. Unable to keep your normally cheery persona, he notices and asks whether you're alright.

Releasing a deep sigh, you confess, "Last night wasn't fun. I'm sorry for letting it affect my attitude at work, sir."

"Do not apologize. Life happens. If you don't mind me asking, what happened last night?"

Shocked that he's taking an interest in your personal life, you quickly explain that your now ex-boyfriend blew up at you and left you crying on the side of the road. You can see his agitation through his white knuckles and clearly visible neck veins, so you try not to mention that the man you're talking about is a coworker, but it seems he already knows.

"And he has the gall to prance in here happily like nothing happened? How dare he treat you this way."

Something about the care in his words makes you release the tears you've been fighting all morning. He nonchalantly passes you the tissue box and waits silently for you to finish crying before speaking again.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry. Although I never want your tears to fall from heartbreak like this, I find it fascinating that you remain gorgeous despite being in such a vulnerable state."

Dissecting his words, you begin to wonder whether Shownu has thought of you outside of the innocent idea of coworkers. Your mind connects so many dots that may or may not actually mean anything - the proximity of your ex's desk to Shownu's office, your promotion from intern directly to his personal secretary, the number of tasks he gives that keeps you in his sight.

Without thinking, you blurt out, "Sir, do you like me?"

Caught off guard, he stands up and begins pacing the room. Looking out the window and seeing your ex-boyfriend sitting there, however, gives him the resolve to answer.

"Yes. I have for a while. Sometimes, I want you so bad it hurts. There are times where I've had to leave because my thoughts for you grew inappropriate for work." Without removing his glare from the man on the opposite side of the glass, he admits to everything.

Your curiosity getting the better of you, you question, "Like what?"

He turns around to look you directly in the eye as he answers, "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it. I want to show that idiot out there what he lost."

Looking out at the crew, you find most of the cubicles empty, with everyone out for morning meetings except for your ex. Eager to repay the pain he gave you, you smirk and ask whether your boss is telling the truth. After confirming with him, you take a step forward, take his hand in yours, and tell him to prove it quickly, before the meetings end. Without hesitation, he pulls your face to his and relishes in the taste of your lips. Turning you both around so your back hits the glass, he devours you, victoriously giving you an exhilarating session of rough, almost fully-clothed sex, right behind your oblivious ex-boyfriend, making it all the better for the both of you.

As his thick dick makes you cum, you fail to hold back your moans. With a smirk, Shownu looks at your ex and finds him wide-eyed at the situation, so he keeps eye contact as he pounds into you until he finishes.

Filling you with his warm cum, he mocks your ex, "I bet I'm much better than that asshole anyway. I doubt you screamed like that for him."

[dirtytransmasc]

Weird Eywa Blessed Spider™️ is a mood.

He can, and will, make friends with anything, including a Toruk. (Not the same as Jake's.)

Miles really just wishes it didn't follow them around so much. The Thanator was bad enough, but at least it was stuck on the ground.

more Weird Eywa Blessed Spider things

our boy likes to just lay down in a field of titanothere and take a nap, cause he trusts them not to step on him and he thinks the booming of their feet is soothing. him taking a nap typically causes all the little calves to lay down with him till there's just a big old pile of sleeping babies in the middle of the forest.

spider's met jakes toruk, they 'got along' but he thinks that he's an asshole. so he found another toruk to befriend. it wasn't reely hard, for him at least, and while he's never ridden it (he totally has, he just doesn't care to steal jakes thunder, he just likes his alone time so he never lets anyone see him ride) she comes on command and is like a big guard dog. this is in fact much to miles's displeasure, as he has to explain to ardmore why is won't stop circling bridgehead when the kids inside.

catnap's next to slinths, thinks they're pretty, totally tried to race one, lost horribly, still hangs out with it. almost convinced it to sting him, it wasn't gonna eat him but he wanted to see what its neurotoxin felt like, neteyam luckily stopped him (he was like 8 and 75 pounds soaking wet, it would have killed him in a heartbeat, literally)

pali tamer, he can gather a scattered herd of pali with ease, they just trust him even if spooked, so he's normally the one who's gotta track them all down. he watched this documentery one time about ancient herding and learned about kulning, and he just uses the herding calls to bring them in. (motherfucker really is snow white, singing the animals back in)

'stampede surfs' aka, rides on top of stampeding sturmbeast.

feeds tetrapteron like old ladies feed pigeons. has never been stung by a stingbat or hellfire wasp. rides turtapedes like rafts, cause he feels like it.

not techincally animals, but that boy is constantly getting harrased by ato'kirina, like they're always in his face, guiding him place, and he just sorta floats along.

overall he's just a total wild with complete trust in his surroundings, so he seems to the untrained eye, to have no sense of self preservation (maybe that's a little true). he kinda just goes with the flow in what miles and the recoms describe as a 'hippie stoner' sort of way, and are convinced spider is smoking something cause his level of chill is sorta astronomical. and thats not to say he doesn't have a spontaneous side or a serious side, its just that even then he's just chill for lack of a batter term.

he greets every living thing he meets, hand gesture and all.

names trees, cause he feels like it.

sets every tsahik and tiretu in a five mile radius off, they can just feel him coming, and he throws them off like a magnet to a compass.

as they start exploring the reef he makes friends with schools of fish, akula, anything really, cause y'know, thats just what he does.

he didn't let the tulkun hunt happen, that was a no go, and his toruk friend (tswal'zize' or big hellfire wasp, cause sue him, he thinks that the wasps are pretty and she's pretty, he just calls her zizzy for short) is a big help with that one.

he glows at night, its hard to see his little spots during the day cause they blend in really well, but at night he has sparkles, eywa bedazzled him cause she felt like it.

[jakemyboy]

Blu had fun over at Brandy's house yesterday. Took a lot of videos, sometimes they'd just stand there, and as soon as I'd turn it off they would do stuff again, of course!

[kushielsmercy]

Happy Thursday folks, we've almost made it. Have a small stand-alone snippit from a fic I started this summer and finally admitted I'm never coming back to. Sorry Joe, you're staying kidnapped.

***

“Enough, enough!” Nile laughingly pounds on Nicky’s back, dizzy. “Put me down!” 

Nicky tightens his grip and spins them around twice more, faster, before giving in to her pleas and depositing her back onto the ground. Nile groans and falls onto her back, the Oregon sky spinning above her. 

“Gotta work on your sea legs, kid,” Andy calls from across the fire, cackling. 

Nicky turns on her, eyes twinkling. “Bella.’ 

“Don’t you dare,” Andy warns, holding her bottle of whiskey up in defense. She’s too late. Nicky swoops in, stooping to grab her thighs and lift her straight up, twirling in a circle. Andy does her best to look dignified, resting the whiskey on top of Nicky's head, waiting him out. He tilts his head back and she breaks, laughing as she pours liquor into his open mouth. 

Joe appears above Nile, blocking out the night’s sky. He grins down at her, glitter raining down from his hair. “You can’t be done already, this is your holiday.” She refuses to sit up just yet, but makes a grabby motion upwards to appease him. He obligingly passes a half-burnt sparkler over and then taps his against hers in a mock toast. 

“I still feel kind of weird celebrating,” she admits as Joe sits down beside her, watching Andy try to kick Nicky’s feet out from under him to steal back her cigarette. 

He hums, tilting his head in acknowledgement. “You’ll have many years to contemplate. But who knows when you’ll see that again,” he nods to where Nicky and Andy have come to a compromise, Andy riding piggyback while she holds the cigarette to his lips.

Nile snorts, sitting up and motioning for the last sparkler. Nicky had shot off the last real firework hours earlier with childlike glee.

“I guess it is July 16th anyway,” she says, “we could be celebrating anything. Fuck it. I’m celebrating electricity.” 

They’ve spent the last three months infiltrating a cult with known ties to a particularly nasty trafficking ring. Nicky and Andy were on the inside, trying to figure out where the money was coming from, while Joe and Nile had camped out in a shack a few miles away, listening to the others spit some particularly inventive slurs over the comms while they worked out the supply lines. 

Point being, Nile’s not feeling real patriotic. But they passed a run-down stand a few miles back advertising 75% O f all Fire orks!, the f and w lost to time, and Nicky had insisted they stop - the man’s never met an explosive he didn’t like. It’s close enough to the solstice that Andy had her annual itch to get blacked out next to a dangerously high fire, so, here they are. Celebrating something that isn’t quite the Fourth of July, but isn’t exactly not the Fourth of July either, existing in a liminal space between Nile’s waning national allegiances and a desperate homesickness ten years hasn’t been enough to shake. 

Joe, ever good at reading a room, lets the moment pass unremarked. He’s the best at that. Nicky gets caught off-guard by his own introspection, going suddenly quiet for days at a time. Andy doesn’t have much patience for the whole thing, she figures if she doesn’t know herself at this point then it’s all a lost cause anyway. Joe, on the other hand, thinks clearly, deeply, and at his own pace. Meaning he’ll probably have a lot to say on the complexities of celebrating problematic holidays a month from now, but that’s not going to stop him from making heart eyes at Nicky tonight. 

Nicky makes a grab for the last of the whiskey and Andy dodges, yanking all of her weight to the left so that they collapse to the ground together, rolling out of the fall. She springs up and gets a foot on Nicky’s chest, hamming it up as she downs the last of the bottle in victory. 

“My love, avenge me!” Nicky mimes dying, doing an appallingly poor job despite all his experience.

“Ah, but then who would carry on your memory?” Joe laments. 

Nile knocks her shoulder against his. “Looks like we’ve found the limits of your love at last,” she tells Nicky. “It was that gas station coffee.” 

Joe nods solemnly. “I can still feel its poison in my veins.” He lifts a hand shakily. “Even now, I’m too frail to walk.” 

Nicky bats Andy’s leg away, moving to stand up with the single-minded focus of the very drunk. “Good. Then it will be less work for me to get you on your back.” He struggles to get himself upright, which doesn’t bode well for his luck standing up anything else. 

Nile gags out of principle. By this point she’s all but immune to finding the two of them on any surface, at any time of the day, but she tries to remember she’s supposed to be offended at least once a week. 

Nicky collapses onto the ground beside them, rolling over to put his head on Joe’s lap. “I’ve missed you,” he says. 

Joe runs his fingers through Nicky’s hair. “And I, you.” 

These days, Nile knows that if she wakes first up and tastes rain, she should make sure Nicky has lemongrass tea. She knows Joe has never kept a pair of matching socks for more than a week but hates when one gets a hole in its heel, and that Andy loves cosmopolitans more than she will ever admit. She knows these people inside and out, but then occasionally they’ll do the most mundane shit and it’ll sneak up and hit her all again how long nine-hundred years really is. 

“Don’t you ever worry you’ll get tired of each other?” Nile asks absently, mostly joking. 

Nicky squints up at her, blinking through the alcohol. He pokes Joe in the chest. “She’s not making any sense.” 

Joe flicks his ear in admonishment. “Stop teasing her.” 

“No no, I’m serious,” Nile says, realizing as she says it that she is. Also possibly more drunk than she thought. “Like, what happens if you break up one day. How would that even work? I know you guys have the most epic romance in all of history, or whatever, but what happens if that ends? Am I going to have to swap weekends?”

“What’s romance have to do with it?” Nicky asks, propping himself up onto one elbow. 

Joe groans. “See what you’ve done?” 

Nicky hushes him. “I do not - choose - Joe. Choice is irrelevant.” 

Nile looks to Joe, who shrugs. “The last time I tried to remember my wife, some years ago, she ended up having Nicky eyes, his face,” he reaches down playfully, “his cock.” 

Nicky grinds up into his touch, relaxed and unashamed. 

“I am right here.” Nile pretends to shield her eyes.

Nicky makes a dismissive noise. “I would burn the world to the ground for Joe, and it would be an act of self-defense.” 

Joe makes a wounded noise then ducks down, pulling Nicky’s up to meet him halfway. Nile’s seen this show before, too much of this show before, and knows that’s her cue to leave. Or, in this case, wander the twenty feet away to where Andy’s set herself up with ‘smores. 

“They’ll fall asleep soon.” Andy passes her a sharpened stick with a marshmallow already speared. 

Nile shrugs. “It’s sweet, in a very X-rated kind of way.” She watches the marshmallow slowly brown, keeping her eyes carefully on the fire. “I just, I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever get something like that, you know?” 

“I don’t have a damn clue,” Andy says, reassuring as always. “But the world’s probably safer if you don’t.” 

[sjlly1ittl3thing]

💌

I've been so gone omg my parents have had me under lock and key. I've been so scared to come on here in case they found out but wtv idc. Anyway, I've had this goal be down to 75 lbs by May 23 (any tips plz send 🙏) but that's not gonna happen BECAUSE MY FATASS SELF decided to over eat for like 5 days idek why I did it tbh I was so ashamed. I went way up and now I'm down, lost a few pounds from all that but I'm still not at where I was before (which was my lowest so far.) So I'm trying to get bk down to that. But now I've had to shift my goals a little so now my goal is to be 80 lbs by May 23

OMG I TRIED UPLOADING MY PICTURE AND ITS NOT LETTING ME???

[hotspringfairy]

I've been doing a good job on my steps goal. I was averaging about 4,000/ day, but I've started aiming for 6,000. I've been hitting that 6 days of the week, which I think is pretty good.

I'm struggling to get under 180 pounds, which extra sucks because I'm antsy to be in the 170s. 175 is a big milestone for me, as that will be 75 pounds lost and 3/4ths of the way to my goal of losing 100. Also, I'm really really close to being out of plus-size clothing which I'm honestly looking forward to.

My big hold-up is over-eating on the weekends. I've been working on that problem for years now. I'm getting better but it remains a problem. I'm focusing on pre-planning my meals and snacks for the weekend, which I should go work on seeing that it's Friday afternoon lol

[astrifernoct]

“Won’t getting a wheelchair be counterintuitive?”

“Don’t become too dependent on your wheelchair.”

“Don’t sit too long in the wheelchair. You don’t want your muscles to atrophy.”

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!!!

The reason I’m even getting a wheelchair is because it HURTS to walk and stand and travel. I am basically homebound due to my pain and weakness in my legs!! I’m not getting a wheelchair to be cool or because I’m lazy. I CANNOT WALK WITHOUT PAIN AND THE POSSIBILITY OF COLLAPSING DUE TO WEAKNESS!!! Stop telling me this. Stop telling me that getting something to give me more freedom is going to be detrimental to my health. Stop telling me that I’m going to make things worse. Things are ALREADY worse because of my pain. My doctors write me off as a drug seeker because I’m asking for help so fucking often. They don’t give a shit even though I’M NOT ASKING FOR FUCKING MEDS. I’m asking for some goddamn answers and the only thing I’m getting is that I need to lose weight or that it’s in my fucking head.

I have lost weight. I lost 75 fucking pounds and because I still wasn’t under 175 like the bmi shit says I’m supposed to be they want me to lose even more weight. My mom is an inch shorter than me. When she was 175lbs, she looked SKELETAL and she only lost the weight due to fucking heroin. Is that what the healthcare system wants me to do to reach my supposed “goal weight”? Fucking heroin? Will doctors finally listen to me if I’m strung out on heroin to achieve an unattainable goal???

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Rise Leonardo HEADCANNONS

While he is often joked to be the gay one on the team, he is actually abrosexual who currently switches between bisexual and or pansexual.

His favorite singers are Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Arianna Grande and at times will listen to Justin Bieber.

His favorite comics are DC and his favorite is the Flash and also enjoys Kid Flash. He also loves Beast Boy because he finds him funny.

Leo knows how to cook and bake. Though doesn't really do it often. He does it when he is hungry or bored. Or simply when Mikey can't make them any food.

He has actually babysitted Senor Hueso's son a few times. Mostly taking him out for ice cream, arcade and also buy him whatever he wanted.

Leo enjoys finding any poster or anything with some kind of picture on paper and hanging it on his walls in his room. He also enjoys at times just getting another copy of a comic he already has and cutting out pages and plastering them on his wall thinking it looks cool.

He enjoys collecting action figures and will actively snatch one he finds even if it came from the trash can.

Donnie judges Leo's outfit choices on many occasions and Leo learnt to deal with it. Though then he would just trash Donnie's clothes and make a mess whenever he gives him the most hurtful judgement.

When he is dealing with stress or feeling depressed he will shut his door, plop headphones on, get cuddled and put on his favorite movies and admire characters who he can relate to.

He jokes being a blonde girl after 'Bad Hair Day' episode.

He doesn't like cream the best. Despite that, he will devour cream cake anytime.

Whenever he wants to vent, he looks at a mirror and puts a photo of one of his family members or friends and start venting to them. He would eventually after the events of the movie start to communicate properly and start to genuinely vent to his close ones. He felt as if it was better then to bottle his emotions.

While he is seen as the type of guy to swear on a daily, he actually swears the least along with Donnie. Only when he is fully in-raged and in need of using curse words to express his rage or any other emotion of his. I'd say he is the 3rd to swear.

He actually sneaks out a lot with April to skateboard at a roller skating park at night.

If he had an Instagram, most of his pictures would be of his brothers sleeping or just fails or pranks.

He sliced a rabbit in half... (I feel like certain shippers are gonna come for me or start making jokes about that one rabbit character TMNT has crossovers with lmao-)

For absolutely, NO REASON, he begged Draxum to film him doing a very dangerous stunt with his tentacles. That day he broke 75 limbs and 2 of his ribs and lost 100 pounds of blood (not really but he broke a lot of bones)

He's a sci-fi nerd. Besides, Jupiter Jim, his favorite sci-fi movies are Star Wars, E.T., Monsters VS Aliens, Batman VS Superman.

He loves poor quality movies because he can then make fun of them. That's why him and Raph stopped watching live-action Disney movies-

He developed massive claustrophobia when Raph sacrificed himself for him and got in the pod.

Clings onto Raph after the movie and they both put a leash on each other 24/7 to make sure they are safe. Also since Leo is aware of the tracking devices, he always asks Donnie where Raph is. The same is with everyone else.

[silverpathfinder]

Gluceyads are a eusocial humanoid specie organized in non-hierarchical clans. The specie is divided in four main castes, each of which is highly codependent, making them biologically wired toward group solidarity and altruism, despite retaining high individual autonomy. When they encounter other species, all Gluceyads will generally refer to themselves as female by convenience, but the specie's gender division doesn't follow the same patterns seen in most humanoid species.

All Gluceyads partake in oogenesis, or the production of an egg cell, but eggs produced inside their incubation womb must first be inseminated by the Sexual caste, triggering embryo development and a kind of pregnancy. The caste carrying the egg through gestation determines the newborn's caste, and children are born through ovoviviparity. Most caste have breasts, but those are mostly vestigial and only serve as nutrient deposit, except for the Replete caste.

Highly social, Gluceyads use their head tentacles and four eyes to display a wider ranger of facial expressions than most humanoids, and the nuances of Gluceyad non-verbal communication can be overwhelming for newcomers. At this time, this specie reached a Mesolithic level of technological development, with copper tools, pottery, and forms of low intensity agriculture. They can settle any relatively warm environment with abundant biomass, and are thus common in wetlands, rain forests, and underground mushroom jungles.

Gluceyads life expectancy is roughly 65 years, and they experience very limited senescence as they age, instead going through a rapid health decline in the months following the end of their reproductive viability.

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Replete Caste - av. size = 5 feet 6 inches / 400 pounds

The lumbering replete caste are at the core of Gluceyads' food security. Born with an overpowered digestive system and a unique gut biome capable of turning most plant biomass into nutrients, the Repletes are fed copious amounts of food, which they turn into nourishing honey they then store inside their expanding bodies. The gelatinous and sweet substance is at the basis of all the other castes' diet, and all need to tap from a Replete's breasts at least twice a day for sustenance. Other Gluceyads have atrophied digestive systems and can only digest this honey.

Repletes seldom leave the colony site and are extremely vulnerable to both predators and starvation. Alone, a replete has little chance of feeding herself adequately and will wither. Their elastic skin is also prone to infections and requires daily care and hydration, a care a Replete is often left unable to perform by the sheer mass of honey they tend to store. When digesting, repletes also tend to be groggy and mentally impaired, and need constant surveillance or else they may wander and get lost.

All Repletes gain erotic pleasure from both feeding other caste, and being filled with food, encouraging them to perform their given task eagerly. The emotions involved in feeding means a replete will often form close ties with a particular group of Gluceyads, who will in return take responsibility for the Replete's well being. Repletes have highly sensitive palates and can easily identify which food is most nutritious, causing them to have great influence upon the colony's expansion by selecting crops, identifying toxic plants, and surveying promising gathering grounds for the workers. They also gain importance in frontier colonies, where their honey is often the main trading good used when interacting with other species. More experienced and independent minded Repletes can also find occupations as apothecaries or alchemists of great talent.

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Worker Caste - av. size = 4 feet / 75 pounds

The most numerous caste, the Workers are small, quick footed, and nimble handed. Their skin is tough and often slowly changes to adapt to their environment, making them sneaky when they scout around the colony for new gathering grounds. Workers not only bring food to the colony, but also provide care for the other castes, especially the Repletes and Soldiers who lack autonomy.

Workers are extremely empathetic, and feel visceral distress when faced with suffering, and genuine bliss when surrounded by happiness and pleasure. Workers are easily traumatized by violence and can suffer greatly if they are unable to assist someone in need, to the point they often must be pushed aside in times of conflict, for they may assist the enemy at their own peril. This altruistic impulsion isn't suicidal, but is strong enough to be used against them by deceitful adversaries. Without the pragmatism of Soldiers, Workers would likely be unable to perform their work safely outside of the colony. Particularly daring or cautious Workers act as explorers at the edge of the clan territory, and may even journey as traders, carrying honey rations to sustain themselves on their long adventures.

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Soldier Caste - av. size = 6 feet 5 inches / 275 pounds

Tall and muscular, the Soldier caste is built for combat and resilience. Their body is coated by thick skin and skeletal plates, and their hands are modified into deadly talons rivalling with iron weaponry. The Soldiers also produce caustic chemicals in their secondary abdomen, which they can use as projectile weapon, with limited use. Soldiers' combat adaptations make them utterly unable to perform most manual tasks, aside from heavy lifting and the most basic manipulations. They struggle to tap from a Replete's breast alone, and need help cleaning their plates and mending their wounds. Soldiers cannot use their hands for pleasure, and are thus as helpless as the Repletes to satisfy their own needs. Yet, they are the only caste standing between the colony and their enemies, and carry the survival of the whole on their broad shoulders.

Soldiers are colder and more pragmatic than any other caste, but will develop an unfathomable bond with all the Gluceyads caring for their personal needs. Injuring the ones that clean, feed, or pleasure a particular Soldier may cause her to enter a frenzy that even the most charismatic Sexual will struggle to stop. In times of war or when settling a dangerous territory, the most experienced Soldiers often rise to organic leadership in the clan. Less aggressive or injured Soldiers can also sometimes chose to get rid of their claws, creating a sub-caste that occupy the niche of heavy laborers for the colony. This process is irreversible and quite painful.

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Sexual Caste - av. size = 5 feet 10 inches / 150 pounds

The androgynous Sexual caste are the rarest in the colony, and in charge of reproduction. Extremely social and intuitive, they are in constant competition for reproductive access, and will rival with each other in emotional intelligence, sensuality, and community care to get the attention of other castes. Sexuals often manage disputes and handle complicated social dilemmas for the other castes, as well as providing psychological care.

The secondary abdomen of the Sexuals is shaped as an elongated inseminator, shaped like a prehensile tail. They are technically hermaphrodites and capable of self-fecundation, but this practice is highly taboo among Gluceyads. To breed new Sexuals, the caste often fight between themselves in ritualized challenges, the winner gaining the right to fertilize an egg in the defeated rival's incubation womb.

Sexuals have no specific role aside from competing for reproduction, and will often assist other castes in various tasks to increase their popularity or help the colony as a whole. They are slightly more creative than other castes, and will often lead innovation and artistic creation in their colony. This seldom leads them to assume undue power however, as their sexual imperative place them at the mercy of the other castes, and in constant need to win their affection.

[pinquot]

TW surgery, weight loss, fatphobia

My mom, who is 67 and has been obese all my life, had a gastric bypass this summer, which basically means her stomach has extremely reduced capacity to hold and digest food, so she can only eat tiny amounts at a time and has very little appetite (weight loss being the goal.) She was, in case you were wondering, in fine health aside from this -- no diabetes, no heart disease, good cholesterol levels etc.

She has been eating about 600-800 calories a day -- less than the 1200 her doctor recommends (she is TRYING to eat more; she literally feels sick trying to consume more than she is, even if she eats little bits as often as possible from dawn to dusk.) She avoids sugar (even fruit) and is counting carbs carefully -- I bought her some "low carb" tortillas which she tossed because they weren't low carb ENOUGH. She takes vitamins and gets lots of protein. She also takes a short walk each day; her bad knee prevents her from doing much more than that without a lot of pain. One of the main motives for her to get the bypass, in fact, was so that her orthopedic surgeon would agree to do surgery on her knee, which he won't do until she loses about 75 more pounds.

She lost a whopping total of 2.5 lbs last month. The month before that her weight stayed the same.

Just thinking about this when non-fat people jeer at fat people they think need to lose weight -- "just reduce your calories, it's not that hard, it's not rocket science! Just put down the bucket of ice cream already!" Watching this woman have surgery on her digestive organs to make them less functional, watching her struggle to even get 700 calories of cottage cheese and edamame and baked fish every day without becoming ill, and she is BARELY losing anything at all.

She calmly surmises she will probably have to "go back on all liquids" if she wants to keep dropping pounds. I don't really know what to say about it anymore. NONE of this seems very healthy or sustainable but she has to get her knee replacement, which she has needed for YEARS, if she wants any mobility at all that doesn't involve hobbling around with a walker and grimacing in pain for the rest of her life.