#without thougts

[rantsramblesandrandomthougts]

don't worry, tech is fine. he's just got a hard time finding his way back. you know, considering he can't see without his glasses

[herprincessdiary]

i hate talking to people who have rarely truly struggled in their life and their worst moment was an 8th grade breakup. im sorry we just wont get along...

[scoups4lyfe]

🤨

But do you tho?

….his name is Yanma Gast?

(Or is that a title?)

Of course you don’t <33

LOL

He’s got a point

…..Ö

[fagulaa]

im a grown ass man and im coming up with wolf 359 ocs. dont look at me

[chalk-homunculus]

There's a few good irl friends we have that we unfortunately don't live very close to, but every time we do see them I can tell a part of our brain feels relieved in the sort of "home with my people" type of way. It's just that, on some level I also realize that's just us. We've always felt a bit like an outsider, even in groups where we're technically "allowed in" if that makes any sense. It's like... I can see the complicated, colourful strings that connect all those people to eachother, histories, inside jokes, and all- but for us, at best, we'll have one or two of those strings, connected to maybe one or two people, while theirs are fully woven, like fabric. We may be developing a few spider-silk like threads with some of them if we're lucky, but we're still obviously just a frayed edge, something to either burn off or patch over. And we're all too aware of this, and it makes us overthink. Interacting with people, even when we WANT to, is exhausting and stressful, because we think over every single thing we said, every single reaction we picked up from people around us, every single topic- and even the slightest perceived negative reaction (oh gods, did the way we worded this upset person 1? Oh no, did the way I explained that annoy person 4? What if the way I talked about this other thing was unclear, does person 2 think badly of us now because they think we were describing our own opinions?) Becomes a ghost in our head that keeps haunting us until we either know for sure it's been sorted out (which often annoys people, that we want to go over the same damn things a million times out of insecurity) or it cracks us and makes us entirely sabotage and burn that bridge ourselves, before anyone else can (because we've fooled ourselves into thinking that if it's us that burns the bridge, it won't hurt as much and it's better for them that way). It's the way we've become so flighty and quick to flee and run from people, that's in contradiction with the constant desire to make meaningful connections and have close friends. It's just another thing we're working on in therapy, but it feels like this one is one of the biggest struggles and I feel bad about it, not for our sake, but for those few actually strong bond friendships we have, where those friends have to put up with us being terrified of their larger friend group because no matter what we feel like a disconnected outsider

[just1cefor4ll]

—I’ll be watching you

A/N. this is my first ever time writing for arcane so I’m sorry if anyone is OOC, also you call Jinx “Calamity Jane” towards the end and as a sort of explanation I read that she (Martha Jane Burke, who was nicknamed that) would bring calamity (great harm) to anyone who made her angry or something like that so I thought it pretty much fit?? idk am I crazy?

Summary. A failed mission leaves Jinx emotionally shattered, and as her partner and the one closest to her, you offer your comfort.

warning. mentions of gagging, swearing, not proof read

"Y/N?" Sevika’s voice cuts through your makeshift bedroom, her tone steady and low, though you catch a hint of an almost unnoticeable smile she only ever reveals to people she trusts most— at least the genuine ones. “Yeah?" You respond, raising an eyebrow as you sit up, suspicion creeping into your thoughts at her sudden appearance.

“Silco is calling,” she announces, her tone turning serious as she gestures toward the door. “Says it’s urgent, so you better get your ass moving before he loses his patience.” As you stand, she claps a firm hand on your back, sending you on your way.

Your expression betrays your lack of enthusiasm as you leave. Nearly eight months into working for Silco, the experience has been nothing short of a rollercoaster .

You remember how it all began—how they found you. You’d been left for dead on the streets, your body beaten, hunger eating at you (as ironic as that sounded) until even your consciousness started to slip from you. Then, amidst the blur of pain and hopelessness, a voice broke through. “Hey, Sevika? Found a girl and she ain’t moving,” the voice had said, casual yet laced with curiosity, dragging out the ‘o’ in moving. It belonged to a blue-haired girl who crouched near your crumpled form. Before long, footsteps rushed closer and everything after that was a haze. What mattered now was that you were alive, under a roof, and surrounded by people who, if not outright kind, were at least kind enough in keeping you around.

Jinx had become the closest to you. Only a year younger, she often found reasons to drag you into her antics whenever she wasn’t trapped in one of her moods. She had opened up to you on more than one occasion, revealing fragments of her past that very few had the privilege— or misfortune to hear. On other days, she’d meet your concern with sarcasm or tell you to “fuck off” or whatever insult she decided to call you that day. Charming as ever, Jinx had a knack for keeping things...interesting.

As you approach Silco’s office you knock on the carved wooden door, finding yourself momentarily distracted, tracing the details of the design before the faint, muffled words, “Come in,” snap you back to reality.

Pushing the door open, you straighten your posture and try your best to keep your face as neutral as possible. “You called for me?” you ask, stepping forward to stand before the desk where Silco sat, a cigarette between his slim fingers.

The smoke quickly mixes into the air, making it harder to breathe but you endure it without complaint. In the background soft jazz plays, the sound leaving you in a trance, another world where things seemed better. Visions of elegant soirées, women in flowing gowns, men in expensive tuxedos, their laughter and movement going along with the tunes of a trumpet.

“Y/N,” Silco’s sharp voice snaps you out of your train of thougt and you blink, realizing you’ve lost focus, the tips of your ears burning with embarrassment. “Are you even listening to me right now?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer, though only half-truthfully. You’ve caught fragments of his words, something about Jinx and another one of her shenanigans, the details of which were already causing a headache to ripple through his operations.

“Good,” he says, exhaling a big puff of smoke before dismissing you with a wave of his hand. “Go.”

Without hesitation, you leave the office, heading directly to Jinx’s hideout.

‘What have you done this time?’ You think to yourself, a groan escaping your lips as your steps echo against the metal platforms leading to the heart of her chaotic sanctuary.

You soon spot her, nestled within her makeshift fort illuminated by warm, glowing lights. It looks oddly serene—a stark contrast to the whirlwind of chaos she so often brings. It’s the kind of space that might calm her restless energy when the world, or her mind, seem to turn against her.

You carefully step towards her figure which was huddled in a sort of ball, her eyes wide and brows furrowed with anger. She kept mumbling incoherent sentences and threats which you only caught certain words from. You croach next the girls small figure and observe her before speaking up.

“So.. Wanna talk about it.” You whisper, offering her yourself as a sort of vent book or punching bag for her to just pour everything out, which from your experience worked best for the both of you.

She only rolled her eyes in annoyance, whispering a harsh ‘Go away’ before turning your back to you.

The information you got from Silco was vague, however you pieced together that like always, she was only trying to help but sadly her cards weren’t in her favour.

“Listen, I know your upset and that’s completely valid on your end however don’t hold these feelings in. Okay, sweets?” A gentle hand lands on Jinxs’ back and everything came crashing down on her. She leaped into your arms, full on ugly crying and shaking from the built up tension. She yelled profanities and sentances left and right and all you could really do was listen and let her get it out.

You didn’t say anything for a moment, giving her the space to compose herself. Jinx sat back, her knees drawn to her chest, her fingers idly fidgeting with a loose thread on her pants. The raw vulnerability in her expression was something rare—something she reserved for no one but you and Silco.

"You done?" you ask softly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips to help lift her mood.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m done,” she muttered, her voice raspy from all the shouting and crying. Her usual amount of energy dim, replaced by a kind of exhaustion that made her seem smaller than she really was.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” you asked, keeping your tone gentle but firm. You didn’t want to push her too hard, but you also knew that bottling things up would only make it worse for her.

Jinx hesitated, her fingers tightening around the thread she was pulling at. “It’s stupid,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I could help out because their plan was pretty fucking stupid, but instead, I just.. made it worse.”

She continued with a hint of guilt in her tone, eyes looking towards her fingers which her nails were scratching at. “The mission went to shit, and everyone was yelling, and I thought one of the new gadgets I made.. you know the one I showed you a few days ago? Yeah that one just went ‘boom’ and it destroyed a lot of the Shimmer. Sevika said I was insane, that I wasn’t thinking straight, but I was! She said I jinxed the whole mission but what can I say that’s what I’m best at! Haha Jinx jinxing a mission! Ironic ain’t it—”

You placed your hand over hers, stilling the nervous rambling. “Hey,” you said softly, meeting her red violet eyes. “You tried. That’s more than most people would’ve done. You’re not perfect, Jinx. None of us are. I mean were the ‘shitty lower class’ and not some pilties getting life handed on a golden plate.. But you care, and that counts for something.”

She didn’t respond right away, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Was Silco pissed?,” she asked, her voice sounding sore.

“At you? Probably a tiny bit.. buuut if I, your lovely guardian angel, goes with you and explain the whole situation I bet Sevika will be taking the blame by the end of the night,” you quipped, earning a small, shaky laugh from her. “He knows you better than anyone.. Silco, I mean. He knows your heart’s in the right place, even if things don’t always go according to plan.”

The two of you sat there for a while, the silence between you comforting rather than awkward. For now, she seemed calmer, her messsed up mind quieting. It wasn’t a permanent fix—it never was but it was enough for today.

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said after a while, her voice soft but sincere.

“Anytime, Jinx,” you replied, leaning back with a sigh. “Now, how about we get out of here? Maybe grab something to eat before Silco summons us both for round two?”

She chuckled lightly, wiping the last of her tears away. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

With that, you stood and helped her to her feet, her hand lingering in yours for a moment longer than usual before she let go. You gently kiss her forehead, her eyebrows furrowing and making a fake gag sound before she kissed your cheek; “Go on, we’ve got some explaining to do Calamity Jane.” A smile crept onto your face as she skipped ahead, already sort of going back to her usual self. Others would think she was being ungrateful and bratty, however you know deep down somewhere in that storm of a heart and mind of hears she’s happy to have someone like you.

Someone that listens.

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© URFAVLARRY

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE OR COPY ANY OF MY WRITING TO OTHER PLATFORMS

I DON’T CONSENT FOR MY WRITING TO BE USED TO TRAIN AI 🚫

[chillinglikeashilling]

Rambling thougts about love and community in Sinners

Thinking about Mary going out there to talk to Rennick for her community. For Stack and Smoke who- whether they liked to admit or not- had a Sword of Damocles hovering over their heads if the Italians or the Irish ever figured them out. But aIso for Annie, and little Sammie and Cornbread. Here's a way that she could finally help them because what had her whiteness ever done for her before but keep her from her loved ones anyway.

Thinking of the fact that Smoke was going to unlock that door. If Stack had just been patient for a couple seconds more Smoke would have gotten the key (against Annie's wishes) and let him out, even though Stack had just died in his arms. How Smoke refused to let them take his brother's body outside even as Annie tried to warn them. Smoke who learned to wield violence for the protection of his family - for Stack and Annie and little baby Sammie. Smoke who had to watch Stack bite Annie knowing he had promised her he wouldn't let her turn.

Thinking about how Stack would have probably been one of their first targets even without Mary. He liked them, thought the music was fun, he even argued with Mary that he should go instead. Stack knew they needed the money to keep the Juke going but he was also aware that their community didn't have that money (not real money) so why not let those folks in to dance so that they could keep taking that plantation money from their community.

Thinking about Annie and how hard it must have been when reality started to sink in that Mary was dead, and worse she was a dead thing walking around. Knowing that she'd told those folks earlier that Mary was family and they had immediately used that against them. Having to try and convince Smoke to let them move Stack's body outside. Having to ask Smoke to free her soul and how terrible it was that Stack was the one that killed her. How broken hearted she sounded when she said 'Not You'.

[scoups4lyfe]

:D…..

OH

FVCK

NOT THE KIDS !!!!

D:

[velvetvexations]

I wonder if part of the reason TRFs are so adamant that the threat trans men face of being forcibly detransitioned from TERFs and other transphobes isn't as bad is because they're so lost in their dysphoria they cannot conceptualize being forced to be a girl as a bad thing in any context. Listening to the way TRFs talk about forcefem being this great liberating thing and how they legit seem to be so dysphoric the very thougt of forcemasc existing and being desired makes them irrationally angry and disgusted as if it's a hate crime against them specifically, how they keep making jokes that boil down to "what's the use of a man you can't turn into a woman", plus the whole "all trans women dream of bottoming because it's the feminine sex position" thing, and the way so much of how TRFs treat trans men as a whole is so clearly born of a deep jealously that makes trans men and mascs discarding what TRFs would kill for, being born a woman, a fucking nightmare to even consider...idk, it just makes me wonder. If you're really so dysphoric that you worship the concept of being forced to be a woman I can see how maybe you struggle to take trans men seriously when they talk about how horrific and painful the irl version is.

Idk how else anyone could act like what TERFs threaten is anything less than inhumane torture that leads to trans men killing themselves enmass out of desperation to escape it. I have always understood that forced detransition/the denial of transition in the first place to be the exact same as killing trans people because that's what it does, it kills trans people. You would have to be really fucking lost in your own desires and perception of the world to conceptualize it as something so benign that it's insulting to even complain about it in the first place. Just sounds to me like what TRFs really want to say is "how dare you pretend being born a woman and having a bunch of women who love you do everything they can to welcome you into womanhood is anything less than a blessing and a privilege!!" like that's what it sounds like to me. They don't think it's a problem because they can't get out of their own dysphoria long enough to realize that forced feminization is bad and TERFs aren't actually welcoming anyone.

Makes sense tho given how they cling to an ideology that's just "TERFs are right about everything except the whole not thinking trans women are women thing" like they want to BE a TERF and the only reason they aren't is because TERFs actually happen to hate everything they are, so of course they think them "welcoming" someone is a good thing. It's what they want. To be welcomed into the woman's club, even if it means ignoring the giant pile of dead trans mascs just outside the door.

Yes, absolutely. Their idea of a trans man is a cis woman who's pretending to like being called a man to mock them and will revert to she/her as soon as they need to accuse a trans woman of a sex crime. They are not actually capable of conceiving of trans identity outside of escaping manhood to embrace womanhood. All other matters of gender identity are a pale shadow of that truth and it's such a vomit-inducing conception of transfemininity I can't look at half their posts without getting sick.

[complete-clownery]

I just want them to be friends 🐵

Btw i'm watching the whole series rn, after episode 14 I have a vague idea of whats going on but I dont understand a word, not to mention I sped the whole thing up to get it over quicker so its funny af

~SPOILER~

But yeah so far im at episode 30 and ik it doesnt make a whole lot of sense since we didn't see Jade Rabbit and Macaque interact that much, but in my head in the begining of the series they became really good friends after the "ears incident", but after Wukong left, bc of Macaque declinening mental health they just sowly fell further and further appart and jade rabbit didn't understand why was this and could only see her friend's worsening condition and do nothing about it (and this happened in thd course of 7 years cuz even tho in the series it doesnt seem that long in the book Wukong was away for 7 years, and I'd like to think thats the case here too)((I mean maybe a bit longer than 7 years cuz there was also that vilage he spent maybe 5(???) years in learning human behavior and language but im too lazy to search it out of my book, so +/- 10 years))

Also I think even tho Macaque was mad and was a jelous little bitch, Wukong leaving only made things worse for him, feeling betrayed even more and left behind on top of all that other shit that was going on inside his head

Its so funny to me how every Six Eared Macaque adaptation is getting majorly fucked up (he got posessed in both series lmfao)

Oh and obviously I have transed their gender, I think maybe nobody noticed or educated them (cuz (other head canon) he was adopted by the monkey clan since in the original book (jttw) hes also a celestial primate just like the stone monkey, without parents) so everyone thougt they were a boy for some reason, but everyone was really suprised after puberty began to hit Macaque

Tho that didn't made the clan treat him differently cuz nobody really cared and Macaque doesnt give a flying fuck about it either

I also think it would be funny, when Wukong returned he would notice Macaques chest and just casualy ask him how did he got those (he wasnt really educated on the subhect either) and Macaque would be like: "no idea. You didn't get any?" and both of them would be really confused

Later Jade Rabbit gave them a little lesson about it

So yeah even tho I dont understand this serie at all i think its cool af, enjoying it a lot 😎👍

[yourinnerdemon]

quench the Bruce Wayne x reader thirst... I need that man like I need water

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN HEADCANONS

𝔄/𝔑: I hope yall remember I write for other fandoms too. anyway I love this old man.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰: Bruce wayne/Batman x Gn!reader

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: none might be ooc but istg all my fics are.

•oh where do I begin anon…

•Princess treatment all the way (but that was expected). Even if its just lending you a hand to help you out of his car, buying you stuff you looked at for 2 seconds and just generally pampering you.

•You go to gallas with him all of the time, he says he looks better when a beautiful person like you is standing next to him. Its just a way to show you off and brag about how stunning you look. He will buy you jewellery just for the occasion, maybe even a suit/dress if you don’t have any that fit the event.

•with that all said he probably won’t spend as much time as he would like with you considering he’s got the biggest company in Gotham to run, but he will try to get you to just be in the same room as him. Just enjoying your company while he does his own work.

•Considering he is THE Batman he probably won’t be next to you most nights but at the morning? He is trying to make-up for the lost time with you, attempting to seem nonchalant while inside he feels guilty. He wants to spend more time with his significant other, but he just can’t. No matter how understanding you are he will just feel guiltier and guiltier as time goes on, because of this he makes sure that special events like your birthday, anniversary and holidays are spent with him. He will clear his calendar for that day so he can really just enjoy the day with you, no matter how important the meeting is he will spend the day with you.

•Just imagine him with a vigilante lover… THE THOUGTS BRO.

•He would totally share supplies with you, no doubt. He wants to make sure you’re as safe as you can be without him being there,  he doesn’t want to interfere with your fight and potentially make it worse so he will give you all the gadgets and gizmos you could ever need.

•he will talk to you in the morning about your or his patrol and if anything interesting happened. Its his own special way of connecting to you and getting to know what happened on your side of Gotham.

•Your shared mentality about justice just deepens your bond. It makes him consider new sides and more views while still keeping his view on justice and vengeance.

•He would celebrate successful missions with you. It could just be sharing drinks on the balcony, or just joking around and giggling with you. You anchor him but still let his softer side show.

•He would gift you a new suit with a few Batman references on it, even if its just small he knows it there. And it just brings a smile on his face to know that its there, knowing that even if your vigilante identities you still have a piece of him on you.

•he’s just so whipped to be with you, literal heart eyes. You kissed him? Blushing, You hugged him? Blushing you literally went out of your way to try to talk to him during the day? Blushing. Even if he presents himself as a confident man his knees still buckle when you give him affection. Knowing that you go out of your way to show him your love just shows him that you’re loyal, not that he thinks your unloyal it just warms his heart to know that you really care about your relationship with him

ℜ𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡!

[guardianspirits13]

I was getting so so ready to say “ok this is just another exposition episode to expand on the lore” and then thE FUCKING SWORD SWAP THING HAPPENED?? PERSEUS JACKSON YOU’RE GONNA CATCH THESE HANDS AND THEY’RE GONNA DRAG YOU TO THERAPY SO HELP ME POSEIDON-

anyways pjo ep 4 thougts in summary:

- sassy grover

-lore drop!

-foofy

-i think the lack of percy’s pov is making the exposition feel a little more stunted

-percy’s self-worth issues started waaaay before…whenever i first noticed them before? I guess they’ve always been there but now they are crystal clear as day

-“thalia made me earn it” unironically love how they’re characterizing thalia!! like that makes so much sense for her to be so closed off after losing jason (the first time) and dealing with her shitty mom, the only kind of love she knows is the conditional kind. she had to earn her mom’s love so now annabeth has to earn hers.

-baby percy. baby percy baby percy. my tiny son.

-fucking LOVE that Percy’s fear of drowning has made its way into this story, like he distrusts water like he distrusts his dad and over time he will become more comfortable with both im cryingggg

-‘baby monster’ implies that either there are multiple chimeras, or that every generation it has to relearn how to hunt

-even without a monster following me i would NEVER get into that Arch elevator that thing looks like a death trap. Really giving me oceangate vibes (･_･;)

-never thought percy jackson of all characters would be my pathetic sad wet cat boy but here we are

anyways not the most exciting episode but the best moments are things i would have sold my soul to see 5 years ago so it evens out

[gassydumbjocks]

Extreme Fizz

As Tanner sat in his room working on his computer in some homework, he heard the front door slams, sighing at the thought of knowing who it was, seconds later his older brother, Jake, your typical and generic dumb jock with a sweaty tank top and shorts one could easy imagine, burst in with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Hey lil bro, I got something for you" Jake said, in his ussual deep voice tone, tossing a can of soda onto Tanner's desk.

Tanner looked up from his computer at him, then at the can, suspiciously "What is this?"

"It's a new soda brand I found at the store! you remember say you needed something to stay focused when you stayed till late doing your final semester proyect?, Thought it might help you with your nerd stuff" Jake replied putting the can closer to him.

Tanner raises an eyebrow, examinating the drink in his hands "Extreme Fizz? I certainly never heard of this brand before... but if it does what it claims, Thanks, Jake" He responded.

Jake just patted Tanner on the back. "No problem, lil bro, that's what brothers do! just remember who helped you to become even smarter" he mentioned letting out a dumb chuckle.

"Yeah right" Tanner said with a bit of sarcasm, finding funny what his airhead of a brother just said. Without thinking too much, he decided to open the can and took a big gulp of the fizzy drink "It if works and i get to finish this project sooner i'll owe you one, you big oaf" He said jokingly with a small laugh to Jake.

Almost immediately, a really strong and bubbly taste filled his taste buds , then he felt a strange sensation coursing through his body. A gurgle announced from his gut, causing him to suddenly let out a small burp, feeling a little embarrassed "BUuUrp!!...Gosh, Excuse me"

Jake chuckled again "Looks like it's working already, lil bro!, Keep chugging that stuff down, some gas is just normal"

Tanner hesitated for a moment and processed the situation, it was just rare how quickly it gave him gas, blaming it on probably how much he chugged at once, He continued to drink, Soon he could feel the fizz invading all his guts and stomach, his mind woking up and working at fast speed, He was in awe with the effects

But as Tanner continued to drink, he started to notice something else, his gut experimenting side effects too.

His stomach began to gurgle louder, then louder again, and felt a huge pressure building up inside him, before he lets out a fart that erupted from his ass.

"PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRTTT!!!"

Sounding pretty bassy and loud for his usuals, his embarrasment increasing only more.

"What in the hell did that drink had to cause such amount of-UUUUURRRRP!!!-Gas!"

UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPP!!!!

He cried out to the jock, who seemed to enjoy this with a big smile.

"Just ignore that, bro It's a side effect of the soda, Keep drinking," Jake said, urging Tanner to keep consuming the gassy drink.

Tanner felt torture with this, but for some reason now he couldn't stop drinking, the flavor in each gulp just tasted better and better, till the nerd got addicted, He continued to chug the soda, even as he felt his body changing in ways he couldn't explain.

"What's happening to me?!" Tanner yelled terrified, seeing his new body in the mirror.

Jake gave another dumb giggle and grinned wickedly. "Looks like the soda is doing its job, lil bro, You'll become a real man, a jock, just like me, now why dont you belch a bit more? Jocks always love to burp to show off how manly they are" He requested.

As if he was in a kind of trance, he felt a growl in his stomach again "You wont hear me doin such-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRP!!" the gas slipped out of his mouth with ease, and the contaminated air seemed to affect his thougts too, not much later he found himself letting a deep and dumb laugh out, just like Jake.

Tanner continued drinking, savouring the liquid with exitement, unaware of his actions from now on, with his tongue out like a dog and eyes crossed that made him look like a fool, He felt the urge to let out some more gas trapped in, rubbing his belly, he simply lifted up a leg and proceeded to let loose.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTT!!!

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPP!!

"BROO it was a comboo hahaha" He dumbly said before flexing with an arm and scratching an itch he had in his butt with the other hand.

The room filled with the manly simphony of his man gas, He could feel himself becoming more brute, gross, and dumb, losing his once cherised intelligence and devolving to have an IQ no higher than an ape.

Feeling his mind slipping away as he transformed into a mindless jock, Jake putted an arm around his neck patting his back "Ain't it feel better bro? Just relax and let the gas rip like the dumb jock you-UUUUUUUUURRRP!!-are" He said before letting out a bassy belch in Tanner's face and giggle like an idiot.

"Dude i feel full and bloated" Tanner complained, but then he simply made a signal of 'wait' with his finger, and lifted his leg.

PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTTTT!!

Jake fanned the fart smirking "No more nerdy school projects for you, Now you can join me on the gym with me and the boys and show off your new muscles bro" He spanked his bro's meaty ass, walking out the room to work out together.

Leaving the now athlete boy's room, He was now nothing more than a burping, farting gross beast, just like Jake, ready to let a big one rip like a real man should, and have a good time with his bro.

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｂｉｇ Ｂｉｔｅｓ

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I thougt this would be fun short post to do its based of this tik Tok trend:

Matching my bf eating pace

Toji x reader

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I feel like Toji would be the type to take large bites of his food chew for a few seconds before swallowing.

He probably skip the chewing part fr.

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You saw this trend and decided it would be fun to do it with your boyfriend.

So when the two of you got lunch some burritos and got back home you set the camera up out of his line of sight so he wouldn't ask questions.

Settling down he gets ready to start eating his burrito so you do too looking at him he picks up his burrito and doesnt waste a second before taking a big bite of his food you do this same opening your mouth wide to try and mimick his bite. Having to shove so extra food in your already full mouth.

As you try to match Toji’s bite, you quickly realize how much of a challenge it is. You stuff your mouth with extra food, trying to keep up with his massive bite, but it’s a struggle not to laugh. Toji notices you, raising an eyebrow mid-chew, clearly wondering why you’re trying to mimic him so obviously.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice muffled through his full mouth, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as you try to hold in your laughter, cheeks puffed from the burrito.

You take a few seconds to swallow your food before answering “eating”

Toji narrows his eyes a bit, clearly not convinced, but he lets it slide with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah? Looks like you’re trying to eat like a bear,” he teases, taking another large bite of his burrito. You can’t help but chuckle, trying your best to keep up with him without giving away the fact you’re recording the whole thing.

“Just hungry, I guess,” you reply, playfully shrugging. He shakes his head, still amused but clearly not entirely buying it.

You mimic Toji’s bite again, your mouth practically bursting with burrito, and you try your best not to laugh or choke at the same time. Toji glances at you, raising a brow. “You good? You’re eating like it’s a competition.”

He barely chews his food before going in for another bite, and you glance at the camera, holding back your laughter. You quickly follow suit, stuffing more into your already full cheeks, feeling like a squirrel hoarding food. Toji narrows his eyes, clearly catching on to something.

“…Are you messing with me?” he asks, suspicious.

You stifle another laugh putting a hand over your mouth. “No I'm just eating babe” your words muffled from the food.

Toji gives you a long, hard stare, clearly not buying it, but he doesn’t say anything. He takes another big bite of his burrito, chewing slowly as if testing you. You mimic him again, stuffing your mouth full and struggling to keep from bursting into laughter.

After swallowing, Toji smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re terrible at hiding things, you know that?”

You swallow downing some of your drink to wash the food down. As you take some time to breath. “Why do you take such large bites it's inhumane”

Toji raises an eyebrow, smirking as he leans back a bit. “It’s called efficiency, sweetheart. Why waste time on small bites when you can get the job done in one go?”

He watches you down your drink, clearly amused by your struggle to keep up. “You’re the one trying to copy me. Not my fault you can’t handle it.” He gives you a teasing grin, taking yet another large bite to drive the point home.

“Well I like to savor my food take my time not eat like its my last meal” you reply giving up on copying him worried for your life. As you watch him finish his burrito withing three bites.

Toji chuckles, clearly entertained by your reply. “Savor it all you want, but if you wait too long, it’ll get cold.” He finishes his burrito, brushing his hands off like he’s just conquered a challenge.

He leans back, looking satisfied, then glances at you with a smirk. “At least you’ve got more to enjoy since you take your time.”

“Yes cause that's the right way to eat food you Vaccum”

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[sebbystruewife]

I have a crazy theory about the "Sebastian- I know you" Dude....

What if he was Sebastian's previous "master"?

What if Sebastian did not have the opportunity to eat this soul after "completing" the contract because his "master" may have died beforehand and the contract/agreement could not be completed?

What if UT brought back this previous “master” and as a result the old contract continued to exist?

What if this means Sebastian has to break the contract with Ciel and serve his previous "master"? Sebastian himself says he never has two contracts at the same time...

What if UT has planned exactly that?

As in S2 of the anime, Sebstian now loses Ciel....

And at the end of S2, Sebastian has to serve Ciel without a chance eating his soul... (since Ciel becomes a demon)..

Here in the current manga he would also serve a "master" without a soul..... same end, different plot...

Yana said herself that S2 was written through her hints...

Would be insane.. and intresting...

Any thougts?

[everythingroyalty]

dyin to know your thougts on the photo gate👀

My thoughts is 1.) I can't remember when I've last enjoyed twitter like I currently do. Like, I've been in a pretty bad place recently and I can't wait for Friday when my therapist asks me what's made me feel happy for the first time in weeks and I get to show her this:

And 2.) It is not lost on me how for GOD KNOWS which time, the W&K stans and their prejudice are caught in 4k again. NOW royals are entitled to privacy (something they still sneer at the Sussexes for wanting), NOW it's nORmAL to want to eNhAnCe photos (can't count the amount of times they've accused the Sussexes of doing just that – funny how only one couple has had numerous international news agencies RETRACT a photo because of manipulation 🥲), NOW a 42-year-old is a "young woman" (don't hate that ❤️) who is "being bullied" (but without fail every time Meghan opens her mouth, they have endless shit to spew about her being a gRoWn woman cOmPLaiNiNg – lest we forget when W&K stans dunked on her for writing an essay about her miscarriage 🤡).

As for the photo: I think the ridiculously obvious explanation is that they used a photo from November 2023. Nothing strange or new about that, they often use archive photos for occasions like that. Many royals do. Look at Vincent and Josephine's birthday photo this year. KP's problem is that they wanted the public to think it was a new photo to sate the obsession with wanting to see Kate post-surgery. So the doctoring (not made by Kate, let's just get that settled 🤣) wasn't about enhancements or wanting the kids to "look their best" but about changing bits and bobs of the clothing so people wouldn't notice it's an archive photo.

So now W&K are in a pickle because someone in their staff made up entirely of dingdongs has the photoshop skills of an earthworm. And everyone's like "just release the original!" But they can't because then people will know they were trying to make an old photo look recent which will only add to the "where tf is Kate?" frenzy. And in reality, Kate probably has her reasons for not wanting to go on camera right now which is so legitimate. Meanwhile William's little army of Eton yes-men – whose entire job description up until now has been "1. validate William, 2. throw the Sussexes under the bus" – are literally so inept at actual communications work that with every single move, they make KATE'S situation worse.