#death by admiration

[lgbtlunaverse]

Fanon likes to portray Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji as being jealous of each other because they fear wei wuxian will choose one of them over the other. Which is ignoring the fact that at least in novel canon Jiang Cheng did not even fucking know wangxian ever got along let alone that lwj was in love with wwx until at the very end of the story (in cql canon he does go through a wangxian phase early on and gets very confused by their "breakup" during wwx's sunshot era) and that Lan Wangji is mostly filled with loathing towards both himself and Jiang Cheng for 'abandoning' Wei Wuxian and not being able to save him.

It also ignores the much bigger point that both Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng are actually jealous of Wen Ning. And why wouldn't they be? That is who Wei Wuxian chose in his first life. He left the Jiang, told Lan Wangji to fuck off no he is not coming to gusu with you, and spent his days with his little-brother-shaped corpse bestie on his mountain in yiling. And then when he came back he immediately called him up the second he could string together more than two notes on a flute. Wen Ning is the real competition. (And he's winning)

[uncanny-tranny]

It's honestly frustrating that I've seen non-Russian queer people almost bragging about how they would be illegal in Russia, labeled an extremist or terrorist. Russian queers are in danger, their government has made it clear where it stands, and it's made this effort for the better part of a decade (even longer, perhaps). This will kill people, don't mistake this for a quirky little proclamation from a government, akin to somebody saying the sky is pink. Russian queer people were already expressing their fear, and the least we can do now is express our love for them, and advocate with them.

Russian queer people, I love you. I love you all so much. I am so sorry, I cannot begin to express the grief that I feel, and I hope that you are safe. Words cannot encapsulate how I feel as a non-Russian, and I cannot hope to comprehend how it feels to actually be in this situation.

[fluffyraccoon2]

The instant back pain relief I got when I rested my belly on the washer🥹

[dreagine]

Erm

[chubbykamille]

Do you want to play with that fat belly with me?

[gothicglutton]

currently working out (masturbating) to counteract the food I ate. also burping a lil bit not sure why. fun kinky rant about how fat I feel under the pics

I know I really should have expected to balloon up with the way I have been eating but gosh. I've had to size up in clothes all of a sudden, I've been eating so much more just to feel a little bit full. I've gotten so much teasing irl about the weight I've put on. but honestly all of that is nothing compared to how fucking much I jiggle. I press my tummy and boom jiggle, I waddle a few steps and I jiggle. my arms are even starting to jiggle. gosh. I also now have insanely high blood pressure for those of you that are into that dark feedist stuff, although in a few years high blood pressure will be the least of my concerns. :)

[canisalbus]

machete is like a delicate looking white flower, one where the petals turn transparent when it rains. vasco is a marigold for many reasons.

Ooo I like that! It never even crossed my mind to assign marigolds to Vasco, but it makes perfect sense. I had to look it up but the flower that turns transparent in the rain is called skeleton flower, and yeah, I can see how that would fit Machete.

I tend to associate irises, damask roses, and forget-me-nots with Vasco

And red carnations and poppies with Machete

[stuffedfeeder]

It’s been a while since my last post but you can definitely tell this fatty keeps on eating

[oh-men-of-dark-and-dismal-fate]

Walking into a yarn shop like it's an art museum. Admiring all the colorways and textures of the various skeins. Nodding my head at the tasteful displays of handmade items by the local knitting/crochet group to demonstrate the different yarn brands. Talking to the owner to learn more about the local fiber art scene and learning about different dyers, and crafters in the area that I would have never found on the internet. Buying one too many skeins to continue my pursuit of creating beautiful things to bring joy into mine and others lives. My way of paying homage to this wonderland of fibrous beauty.

Fucking glorious.

[meluli]

[villetela]

As all of the people that liked my swap au of LDR..

Don't worry!! More art of them will come soon 😁😁 as soon as I finished some of my wips I'll eventually make some art of my swap au. Their ref sheets are already finished so feel free to draw them I guess (even though I don't get enough attention sometimes.) For those who didn't know their official designs are finally done

Here's their ref sheets:

(I'm posting this art again in case of anyone else who likes my swap au hasn't seen this yet!)

Also don't mind Sammy being there, that's just my y/n oc lollz. Ignore how Sun's fingers are only four btw.😔

Anyways that's all. I'll sleep right now since it's night. Soo.. Bye! And goodnight ^^

[cadmuslabs777]

I know we probably have talked about this extensively by now but I just really love how Lucius angrily talked back at fucking Blackbeard for being a dick to Stede in the treasure hunt, fully aware that he might kill him for it. I hope we get to see more of this side of Lucius in S2, I hope he comes back angry. I hope he's the one doing the Kubrick stare at Blackbeard this time.

[fluffyraccoon2]

I’m growing so rapidly

DMs always open 18+

[adiproseprose]

You expect to wake up to your alarm; maybe your partners arm slinking over your waist, the cat pressing itself into your space. Any of your normal indicators that it's time to wake up.

What you don't expect, however, is to feel the thick underside of a gut brushing against the bottoms of your knees, an unfamiliar dip in your sofa, normally vacant space on the couch filled in by a wide, soft expansion of...you.

The second thing you feel is something cold and wire-like being squeezed by the unfamiliar folds of your throat, coupled with cold air shooting into your nose. You reach with with a newly bloated hand, fingers tight and tingling with a numbness you recognize via hours of horny scrolling through diabetes symptoms pages. You shudder as you pull a sweat greased cord to a nasal cannula from your third or fourth chin, huffing slightly. Most likely from holding your arm up past your chest for longer than a few seconds for the first time in God knows how long.

You move onto to the main issue; hands travel down, sausage fingers wrap themselves around your third to last love handle, right under your saggy f-cups, breathing unconsciously growing harder as you wobble one of your many new slabs of meat. You smooth your hands over your belly, a pale white apron taking up your entire lap, now the size of a park bench and about as soft as a bowl of cool whip, stiff peaks melted down to a flabby mess and dripping off your thighs, burying your crotch and a swollen fupa.

You hold your arms out in front of you, cellulite and blubber dripping off of them as you think about all the times you prayed for this. Fantasizing with weighted suits, peeping at larders in public, eyes closed, hands down your pants as you wondered what it would be like to carry all of *this*. Now you're here, taking up your entire sofa, barely able to turn your blubber packed neck, wheezing from just hardly shifting your arms up and down. Amble pockets of stretch marked flab ripple across your arduous form. There's only one question that wracks your mind after you've half-processed your new reality-

"Good morning, larder."

He strolls in, grease stained plain white box wider than his shoulders gripped in both hands. You inhale through your nose, instinctively starting to scoot over to make room for him on the couch before your fluid-logged hip crashes against the arm. The act leaves your already corroded joints sore and your mouth sucking for air like a fish. He makes eye contact with you like a predator does a wounded boar. "Babe," You wheeze, the ensuing *What's going on, etc etc* cut off by a cream filled doughnut shoved past your lips. Your chins press against your throat and jiggle against your collar bone as you chew it in two big bites, taking it down your throat and sucking the white cream filling off his finger. Gulping it down leaves you panting for breath and he cuts off your struggle with a kiss, groping your right blubberous tit. You close your eyes and reach for another doughnut. Maybe you'll be fatter when you wake up...

[satan-wishes-he-was-me]

people who are saying like they changed wylan’s personality, not really?? like guys did y’all forget his first line of the whole grishaverse was to shit on the dregs other demo expert. like honestly i’d almost argue he was more shy in the show. did y’all forget “we could wake them up” that boy is a stone cold killer with the rest of them he’s just also adorable

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