#lys lb: house

[malinaa]

just a couple of gay dads and their bisexual son nbd

[greghatecrimes]

Whenever I see an episode from seasons 1-3 I get tunnel vision and all I can think is “James Wilson is the most fucked up person in the state of New Jersey and i want that twink obliterated (aka i need to psychoanalyze him)”

[c10v3r]

dont look at me my wife made me do it

@hikikozap i want u to explode for forcing my hand like this /silly

[yeugh]

not this transreferential love tri bullshit...

[ragnarssons]

so viserys did end up listening to daemon, and both him and rhaenyra are like FUCK THE CONSEQUENCES, WE RULE AS WE WANT, WE ARE THE DRAGONS and that’s a power move

[merlinemrys]

STOP EVERY HINT OF ARTHUR x MORGANA MAKES ME WRETCH 💀

[professorllayton]

first wilson & cameron interaction in like a full season and he's helping her plan her fiance's bachelor party . I can work w this

[daenerys-targaryen]

oooh girlie is gonna break into her ex husbands house with the key he gave her. i love her.

[writer-in-theory]

inspired by a conversation i had with @serenity-lattes over a fic i'm writing

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"Hey, Steve, why didn't you tell us you had a brother?"

There were a lot of things that Steve still didn't know about his family. He didn't know his great-grandparents moved to the United States from Italy until he had to do an ancestry project his senior year, and he'd just learned last week that there were others on his mother's side with hearing loss like him. Still, Steve knew that despite all the secrecy, there was no way he had a secret brother.

"I don't have a brother," Steve told Robin as much, coming back into the living room to see Robin and Eddie huddled over something. "What makes you think that?"

"Harrington, I think dear ol' dad's lying to you," Eddie teased, handing over the paper they were staring at.

Birth Certificate

This is to certify that Robert Steven Harrington Jr weighing 8 lbs. 13 oz. was born on the 13th day of December to Robert and Theresa Harrington in the year of 1967.

"How the hell did you find my birth certificate?" Steve balked, watching his best friend and boyfriend stare at him like he had two heads.

"Your birth certificate?" Robin repeated, eyes drifting back down to stare at the paper in his hands.

"Who else's would it be? Am I missing something?" It wasn't too uncommon for Steve to miss the joke, especially with people as quick-witted as Robin and Eddie. Still, this one seemed particularly confusing to even the others, with all three of them staring at each other in complete cluelessness.

"No, no, no," Eddie spoke up then, snatching the certificate out of Steve's hands and holding it up to the light like that might make reading it easier. "There is no way I'm dating a Robert."

Wait...

"You thought my legal name was Steve?"

Was that all this was? Steve didn't fully understand the big deal, especially since he'd never once gone by his legal first name. Even as a kid his parents were calling him Steven, eventually caving and calling him Steve as he wished by the time he entered middle school. He thought everyone had known by now, what with Tommy choosing to call him 'Robert' whenever he was upset with Steve.

"Why would I think anything else? Steven Harrington, how could you not tell me!" Robin shouted, playfully hitting his shoulder when all he did was laugh.

"Robert Harrington," Eddie corrected, immediately pulling a groan from his boyfriend.

"Uh uh, you're not calling me that," Steve decided, taking the certificate back and tucking it away in the drawer where they'd found it. Tomorrow he'd have to dig through the house and hide anything else he didn't want them to see, including any pictures his mother might have left lying around.

"How about Junior?" Robin tried, bursting into laughter at Eddie's responsive cackle. "I mean, who knew someone would go by a nickname of their middle name?

"Are you two done yet?" Steve groaned, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling.

"Aw, c'mon, Robbie, you love us." That was Eddie judging by the arm quickly slung over Steve's shoulders and the kiss planted firmly on his cheek. "I just can't believe you didn't tell us that Stevie isn't your name."

"Stevie has never been my name," Steve laughed, stepping away from Eddie's hug and laughing when the man's arms reached out to hold onto him tighter. "I'll take it over Robert."

"I knew you loved it, baby," Eddie teased, laughing at Steve's expression.

Then Steve grinned, turning to face Eddie so he could lean in close. Right as Eddie licked his lips in anticipation of a kiss, Steve patted his cheek and said, "Baby, you didn't even know my name."

He and Robin laughed until they could hardly breathe, but Eddie was the one laughing when he had the entire Party calling Steve "Rob" the next morning.

[octuscle]

Hey, i’m 20 year old and i’m completly jacked because at a young age, i started going to the gym (I’m 225 lbs). My neighbour is a 50 year old man, and he is really fat. Secretly Recently, saw him, and he lost some weight, and i, on the other hand, gained a little bit because of college, and he said to me “are you trying to catch up my belly?”. That was the momment i thought i want him to get jacked and for me to get fat, and i want him to tease me about it. So i want you to create a story around it, me getting progressivly fatter and getting tease and humilliated by him, amd him getting skinnier and eventually more jacked than i am.

Shit! If I looked like you, I'd be jerking off in front of the mirror all day. And you want what? To get fat? I mean, just a few days ago you were a model athlete. And you could have easily worked off those few grams on your hips. Or I could have helped you with that. But if you want it differently… What a shame!

You start to spend your evenings in front of the TV and no longer in the gym. You switch your diet to fast food and sugary drinks. And lots of beer! You love beer. Your personal hygiene also suffers. Sure, shaving your chiseled pecs was more fun than your flabby man boobs. Your skin is getting paler and paler from sitting around. At some point, your friends stop asking what's wrong with you. Who needs friends. You'll find your friends online while playing games. .

With my help, you won't need so long for your body to change according to your absurd wishes. After just one week you won't be able to zip your pants. People don't say hello to you on the street because they no longer recognize you with your soft, spongy features. And you start to curse your apartment on the third floor. When you finally get to the top of the stairs, your lungs rattle like an old alarm clock and you gasp for air, drenched in sweat.

It takes just two weeks before you're lying on the couch at your GP's. He says that he has been telling you for years that you are killing yourself in installments with too much fat and too little sports. You're about to lash out and say that until recently you were still very sporty. But your memories are suddenly different. You remember being humiliated in gym class. You remember how you never found a dance partner at the prom. About how you secretly jerked off when you heard your neighbor come home. Shit, that guy is fit as fuck.

Your GP has ordered you to exercise regularly! At least once a week for a swim. You hate sport. And swimming even more so. Getting in and out of the pool is like running the gauntlet for you. The worst thing is the shower after swimming, when your cock almost disappears under your belly.

You've just stowed everything away in your locker and are on your way to the pool. And then your pathetic little cock gets as hard as nothing else on your body. Because suddenly your neighbor is standing in your way

He kneads his bulge in his speedos. He says he's happy to see you here. You reply with a dry throat and a cracked voice that you're happy too. He says that he hopes you don't overdo it with the sport. You look good. He pats your belly. You're about to cum into your swimming trunks. Suddenly footsteps from behind. Two young, well-built swimmers come into the changing area. "Get out of the way, fatso," your neighbor grumbles at you. "And come to my house after swimming," he adds in a whisper. And exchanges fistbumps with the two athletes.

You whisper "See you soon, Daddy" so that nobody can hear. But now you have to wank first. In ordner not to cum in the pool.

[whumpster-dumpster]

What if you just dropped a New Year's ball on your whumpee tonight? It wouldn't have to be anything snazzy or special, even a 25 lb medicine ball you got lying around the house could work. Just yeet that thing at their head, ring in 2024 with a bang

[malinaa]

i choose to believe 30smth year old house saw THIS newly divorced wilson and thought 'honestly, i'm trying to hit that' and bailed this mf out of jail

[r0-boat]

Photo Shoot

Based off of a certain ask

The first part is just shenanigans you will get your horny later

Cw: breeding mentioned once, implied male lactation

Exhausted your feet dragged your way on the dirt road seeing the farmhouse in the distance you trucked on one day you swear you're going to Hound Holt to get you a bike or something anything to get to the town wasier than just walking back and forth.

You are sick and tired of going all the way to the town just to get your boss a soda for God forbid a 1 lb bag of hell for you to carry back up there. sighing in relief finally reaching the front door only to stop.

Feeling greedy Intent coming from the house.

Uh no...

You open the door to see your Boss with a creepy smile on his face.

" oh you're back I was just thinking about you,"

Oh God... you didn't answer you just took off your shoes and put the bags on the table.

" so lovely farm hand I love so dearly remember that deal with the ad company I made a while back."

"Yeah what of it"

"They accepted our offer to make a photo shoot ad!"

Your discontent immediately disappears Your eyes liting up already seeing the money come in and hopefully a bigger paycheck.

" that's great Boss!"

The man nodded his smile only getting wider honestly looking more and more wolfish.

" all we need now is a model!"

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks...

"NO-"

"$300 extra on your paycheck"

"...."

🐄🍓🐄🍓🐄🍓🐄🍓🐄

Head in your hands you silently Scream the dreaded outfit that Holt picked out for you on the bed. As dignity drains from your body you lower your head in defeat and put on the strawberry cow outfit.

The hybrids watch from afar as the humans set up the stage. Leon is familiar with this setup. He was a show bull, after all. It seems like one of the Bulls on the Farm will be going through its first photo shoot.

Their ears perk when they hear your name.

You stepped out from the back safe horns on top of your head with flowers white and pink splotches with red lace you look like a strawberry the outfit hugged every part of your body. With a little tail dangling from your bum.

Volo had a...worrying look on his face.

Leon was speechless.

Adaman and was turning red.

Emmet was... surprisingly staying calm, his eyes devoid of something...

While ingo was breaking down.

Your eyes just so happen to wander to the Bulls, your face flushing red and pure embarrassment. You look away. The camera girl had you lying on the hay bales. Your gaze met Holt, who was standing on the photographer's left. All he gave you was a cheeky smile and a thumbs up, fucking asshole...

Leon snapped out of his... thoughts, realizing that they were only five out of six bulls... "Where's Milo?"

The question was immediately answered. Emmet's eyes filled with pure Rage as they saw another human bring Milo onto the set. His legs shaking like a newborn deer, his face red, not taking his eyes off you.

Emmet, fat bull cock deep inside of you. Growling and mooing trying to keep the other Bulls away from you as he mates with you. He tries to bully himself as deeply as possible. Making you milk his cock dry, possibly milking him in other ways. He wants nothing more than to empty all of himself inside of you. You'll be a good mate and sing for him.

His brain is swarmed with thoughts. You look like the Perfect Mate if you weren't already. So dolled up just for him. Your lips were kissable, your skin soft and grabbable, and your scent sweet and fruity like strawberries and cream; it made his mouth water.

Despite being the orchestrator of your destruction, you're glad that Holt was here. Being served to them on a silver platter like this you could only imagine what would happen if the bulls had no supervision.

Just to be in Volo's arms next his hand around the neck whispering degrading things about humans and you, as he treats nothing more than a cock sleeve. Trying to wash out Emmet's seed with his. Volo is an ancient breed and he breeds you like one. His Pace wild and uncontrolled while he babbles about humans being nothing but toys for a hybrid's pleasure.

Ingo won't let you up for hours, devour you, your taste making his dick throb. You beg and plead to have your hole milk him. But he doesn't listen. Mind and body devoured by animalistic hunger. Truly addicted at this point, he's not going to be able to be milked without tasting you first. Yes, having you tight and full around him is nice and all, but he just can't bear to bring his mouth from you, so his hand will have to do. Muffling his cries and moos with your sex as his seed spills all over the ground and his hand.

Adaman and would treat you gently, but even that would be an understatement. His hips vigorously bucking against you, his tight, heavy balls slapping against your ass, entirely focused on keeping his speed. His powerful thrusts make you sob and squirm. Which only makes him pound harder. The sight of his mate begging for him, begging for more going straight to his loins.

Leon will show you that he is a good mate, strong and filled with stamina. He was not a Showbull for nothing. He still got it. He'll support you folded in half against his chest, bucking up into you. Nuzzling into your neck, taking in your scent. Whimpering, your nails digging into his arms, marking him as yours. He's not like the other Bulls. He can control himself. He'll go slow for you. Make sure you adjust to all of him before he moves.

Oh, Milo, poor Milo, too shy to enact his true feelings on you. As he stands on the stage while his brain is screaming, "mate, Mate Them. Mate is lusting after mate! must protect!" He sits next to you on the hay bale. The fake horns and ears you are so plush and soft as you lay your head on his lap. He wants to reach his hand down and touch you. He can't stop starting. Milo needs to be yours!

But Holt is watching, no doubt ready to subdue him with his bare hands if he or any of the Bulls steps out of line and lays a hand on you while the photo shoot is making him money... maybe he should call you over later... j-just for a chat... he hopes no other bull has the same idea after this photo shoot, but that is very unlikely. Especially judging by how their eyes lit up when the camerawoman said she'll be back in an hour after lunch.

[whentherewerebicycles]

33 weeks and change although I feel like these bump photos no longer fully capture how Large this thing is lol. I’m up 38 lbs but I’ve fully let go of feeling bad about it… I’m definitely not overeating (if anything I’m having trouble eating enough bc I get full so fast) and my body seems determined to hang onto every ounce of fluid I put into it so what can you do! I am starting to feel PRETTY uncomfortable but am soooo glad I don’t have back or pelvis pain yet so it’s still relatively easy to move around. hands/wrists are still bothering me quite a bit but they’re so much better than they were I can’t complain too much… I can handle this level of discomfort for the next six weeks even if they don’t keep improving. um okay let’s see I just finished my leave plan and got all my small tasks done for the day. I am lying down for like five min and then I want to walk the 30 min loop in the glorious sunshine. then oh my god this evening I need to put on a tv show or something and reset the whole house… every single room is a total pit right now lol idk how this happened but the clutter is driving me insane.

[diabolus1exmachina]

Maybach Exelero 

Have you ever wondered what happens when a trusted tire brand doesn’t find the right car to test one of its high-performing products? Fulda, a leading German tire manufacturer, solved this problem by going directly to Maybach and commissioning a sports car on which they could test their high-performance Carat Exelero wheels that were adapted for automobiles speeding up to over 350 km/h (217.48 miles per hour).

To be fair, this wasn’t the first time that Fulda turned to Maybach with a similar request. In 1938, the two companies collaborated for the first time when a Maybach model dubbed W38 Stromlinienfahrzeug was constructed as a test car for the tire company. The W38 Stromlinienfahrzeug was the inspiration for the 2004 inaugurated Exelero, so it is hardly surprising that the two automobiles have complementary styles.

The design for the absolutely mind-blowing concept car was sketched by Fredrik Burchhardt, a student at Pforzheim Design Academy. Without a doubt, that’s a pretty impressive way to start your career!

Burchhardt’s design is an ode to the original W38; thus, several style elements are shared or related. But this is not the only interesting aspect about the Maybach Exelero, so here are the features that made this limousine an unprecedented icon of elegance and power. Fulda wanted a fast, powerful vehicle, and that’s exactly what they got. The Exelero was built on the base of the Maybach 57, but the twelve-cylinder engine used in the Maybach 57 was replaced with a more powerful one. Accordingly, capacity was expanded from 5.6-liter to 5.9-liter, and turbocharging was improved. In the end, the Exelero had under the hood a 5.9-liter twin-turbo V12 engine with three valves per each cylinder. This powerful engine could generate 700 horsepower (515 kilowatts) and 752 lb-ft of torque. This could push the gigantic car to the desired maximum speed of 217 miles per hour (350 kilometers per hour).

If you have millions of dollars lying around the house, and you are into very expensive big boys’ toys, the Exelero is the perfect car for you. Without a doubt, all the executives and rappers that bought this automobile in the past expected to get the best and most innovative technology and design features for their buck. And that’s exactly what they got!

When it was inaugurated, the Exelero was the quintessence of luxury and opulence. From the impressive dimensions, nearly 7 feet wide, 20 feet long, and 5 feet tall, to the weight of 2.66 tons, everything about the Exelero screamed supercar made for massive wealth. Accordingly, the vehicle's silhouette had a mesmerizing shape that resembled the cars of comic-book villains. The rounded edges, elongated silhouette and smooth lines recalled the W38, which served as inspiration. Meanwhile, the long doors made quite a statement thanks to their impressive sizing.

The cabin was as impressive as one would expect from a car that was initially retailed for $5,000,000. Black and bright red dominated, and they were the colors selected for the dash, doors and leather upholstery on the seats. The glossy black carbon fiber inserts were a pleasant touch. Elsewhere, the sport seats had bright red accents, while the harness-style four-point seat belts were red.

Presented in Berlin in 2005, the Maybach Exelero was an instant success. Interestingly enough, 18 years later, this car is still associated with immense affluence and privilege. It’s worth noting that the price of the Exelero only increased in the past years, boosted not only by the performance aspect but also by scarcity.

As a one-off built vehicle, the Maybach Exelero is truly one of the rarest automobiles in the world.

[smokeintheshadows]

I'm back and ready to take control of my health.

It's been about a year and a half since I last posted on this blog. Since that time, a lot has happened. For example, I started graduate school and a new job teaching at my university, and I moved into a new apartment in a different city. A lot of change. A lot of stress. A lot of eating to cope.

I haven't weighed myself in a few weeks, but I was last around 380 lbs. I'm probably more than that now since I've been at my parents' house for spring break for the past week.

But tomorrow I'm starting a new plan. I'm going to weigh in and get my new starting weight, and I'm going to take some new "before" photos. I'm also getting premade meals from a local meal prep service delivered to my apartment tomorrow morning - I ordered enough to cover lunches and dinners for the next week. I hope that it will help me with serving sizes. Plus, having premade meals available will (hopefully) stop me from ordering food delivery so often.

Unfortunately, I threw out my back just over a week ago, and I'm still trying to heal from it, so I do not foresee a lot of exercise in my near future. But at my current weight, just changing eating habits alone will make a world of difference for me.

Once I see my new SW tomorrow, I'll be better able to make a plan of action for how I want to tackle my weight loss and what pace I want to set for myself. I know I should lose weight slowly and sustainably, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to pursue aggressive weight loss so I can hit a big milestone before the new academic year starts this fall - and another before I (hopefully) start a PhD program in fall 2025.