man the first time i colored this

my entire life i was told that boys are violent but girls are worse because we’re “catty.” i was told that a catty girl was my enemy, that they used whip tongues in place of fists to start things i couldn’t erase of out my skin. i saw this cattiness wherever i was told it would live. it was in pretty girls with nice lipstick and it was in the girls who studied too much to ever come to the parties and it was in my own group of friends. when i came home crying about something, i was often reminded that girls are catty bitches and if we were boys we’d just punch each other and be done with it. 

but it was boys who first started making fun of how i looked, of what mess my face was like, of the fat on my thighs. and it was girls who showed me how to apply makeup, patiently waiting with me in the bathroom mirror to show how not to cry while i applied it to the waterline. they agreed to go on diets with me even when they hated salad. they agreed to scoop buckets of ice cream into our bellies at midnight when i was upset about something minor.

it was boys who were snippy about my grades, it was a man who first said that because i was a girl i was bad at math and i’d stay that way. it was boys who started making fun of the one time i got a 34 on a math test when my mother had been in the hospital the night before. it was girls who held my hand during this, who stayed with me through hours of library studies, who explained over and over in gel pens and pretty handwriting exactly what i was missing. it was girls who taught me to color-code and to highlight and how to stay up all night, it was girls who cheered with me when i got nothing lower than a B. 

it was a boy who taught my friend that she could talk down to me like i was trash. it was a boy who started drama between us. it was a boy who wouldn’t listen or talk it out or find a solution. he’d say angry hurtful things and expect us to listen. it was girls who fixed me after this. they taught me how to make good and positive friends. how to stay away from the girls who really are toxic ones. how to be proud of others and not competitive. how to give genuine compliments, how to accept them, how to be comfortable with who i am and what has happened.

i was told all my life that there was a “type” of girl to avoid. she was probably wearing ugg boots and shorts or drinking a latte or picking out lush products or doing literally anything that girls like to do for themselves, she was catty. girls are catty. when they fight, it’s a catfight. (we were many animals besides this. vixen. pig. fox. bitch. cow. mother hen. whale. but always, for some reason: feline and both sex kitten and dangerous weapon).

girls, i find, are defensive. we wear our hands up, waiting for the hit. girls who are sick of getting hit get “bitchy.” they are fierce, they take what they want, they’ll mess you up for saying the wrong thing about their friend. and girls, who are unwilling to simply take insults without lashing back with something: they’re catty. and when boys bully others and spread nasty gossip and start drama: well, they’re just boys. they’ll fight it out, or something. 

how much i regret believing that girls weren’t my safety net. how many friends i was scared to make because i was intimated by them. so many loving people. out of fear of what? of a tongue someone else has tattooed on them? 

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.

strawberry

if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

andtremblelikeaflower  asked:

Do you have any recommendations for baby drag kings? I've been thinking of getting into it as of recently but I have no idea where to start

i’m a baby drag king myself! so idk how much help i can be but i’ll try!

I’ve only been officially doing it since like late May.

But if I could offer any advice:

-Come up with a name that sells your drag and is cool to you. It’s literally whatever the fuck you want. If you want your name to be Xerox Copy, Gas Station Bathroom, Salsa Picante, Red Rover, Phlegm, you can do that. There’s no limit here. My name is Andro Gin cause I knew I wanted some masculine liquor in there but I also wanted to showcase like “hey, this will be a meddling of gender and not ‘male impresonation’ ” hence the play on Androgyne. As an androgynous woman, I knew my alter ego would be androgynous aswell to some degree. So yeah, put thought.

-There are a ton of good makeup dupes on amazon that way you’re not spending an arm and a leg. search “flash palette” and the one that’s like appx $15 is the dupe to the $100 makeup forever version. it’s actually amazing. it comes in different colors for you to mix and play with for foundations and shit. I also bought this mass glitter pack on amazon that has literally advanced my drag. glitter, man.

-brushes are important but buying some arts and crafts cheapy ones i never realized would be as helpful as they are cause a lot of the time they come in weird shapes you didn’t realize you needed until you’re putting on makeup.

-If you’re gonna use makeup tutorials that’s fine, but don’t rely on it. i used a couple at first to understand how i would be contouring my face for drag but from then on i kind of just do my own thing. also don’t be pressured to do what it seems like everyone else is doing - there’s no one right way to do drag. it’s intimidating at first but it’s really cool to solidify your own look. i look at photos for inspiration but everything comes out of my own head. figure out what kind of king you are aesthetically and run with it. it’ll take a while for you to figure it out and even then you’re always gonna evolve so enjoy the ride.

-i’d suggest also to learn basic sewing. i’m fortune enough to have gone to theater school where classes like that were mandatory so i have a good foundation on how to construct pieces but only reason i say this is because $$$ and because sometimes let’s say you’re thrifting and there’s a perfect piece but it’s too big, you’d know how to alter it or let’s say your outfit gets fucked up while performing, you’d know how to fix it. etc. get thrifty get crafty

-if you’re gonna be an instagram king and not performing, make sure your looks are that strong. if you are going to be performing, idk how old you are - im assuming of age, go out to the scenes. this is so important. you need to make connections and you need to network otherwise you won’t get booked - especially if you’re new. maybe even go out in drag and have people actually see you, go on instagram and find the people running the party of the night and message them complimenting their work and expressing interest in performing

-Drag is mainstream now but remember, people see you as essentially a glorified gogo dancer. not everyone is gonna see you as an artist esp since half the time we’re performing for tip money. this can be rough cause people get drunk, not everyone is respectful, your gigs will end at 4am so it’s dangerous being in drag outside of the venue at that time - bring people to take you to your car, have weapons etc. you NEED to have a tough skin to do this. I got punched my second time in drag. shit like this happens to every drag queen/king I know. queer people, especially gender bending queer people, are still largely hated by cishet society so you need to protect yourself.

-Also, don’t be afraid to ask about payment. Queens/Kings get paid to perform. Find out how much that usually is depending on the venue so you don’t get swindled etc.

-respect your art, but also know how to entertain a crowd.

-not everyone is gonna like you or get what you do, that’s fine. people will though, and that’s what’s worth it.

-MAKE FRIENDS with other drag queens/kings. they will guide you esp if they see that you have potential. believe me idk where i’d be if it wasn’t for queens I met that are now really good friends of mine that held my hand while i was starting out. These are wonderful people and will be your loudest cheerleaders.

Best of Luck!!!

Scenes that I hope are in the coloring book

- Feyre hunting
- Feyre, Elain and Nesta at the market
- Tamlin, Lucien and Feyre having dinner
- when Feyre caught the Suriel
- “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
- High Lords bringing Feyre back
- balcony scene
- Feyre hitting Rhysand with a shoe
- Mor coming for Feyre
- Feyre’s first time seeing streets of Velaris
- first dinner in the House of the wind
- Bone carver
- Amren and Feyre looking for the book
- Cassian making that man bun (I’ll pray every day for it)
- chapter 48 ;)
- Starfall
- just Azriel and his shadows
- Court of nightmares scene
- someone shirtless okay, I don’t care who
- Cassian wiping Nesta’s tears
- Weaver and Feyre
- when Rhys got injured
- Feyre painting in the cabin
- chapter 55 ;)
- Amren during the attack at Velaris
- all of them after Cauldron happened
- Wings and Embers PLEASE

“Love Me” by Yiruma

Manila traffic gets worse with each passing day. I doodled this in the car ride home and it came out pretty okay, so I decided to post it here! But come on Cheritz, this man is so bloody blessed, its unfair. Musically-inclined people are goals;; I can’t sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to save my life.

If you’re curious (youprobablyaren’t), the first three days of school were chill, but I can see it escalating pretty quickly. Not too long before I’m basically Jaehee, just y’all wait and watch me scrambling to submit all my science reports on time.

And the Sammy Lawrence pre-game has been decided upon!

I had been tossing around a few different designs about what I wanted him to look like, but after discussing with some folks in my stream I really settled upon one of my first thoughts. What if Sammy had been black? 

Certainly it wasn’t common for that time period but it was the starting point for change where rights were steadily being pushed further for people of color. It was a difficult time historically speaking, where racism was far more accepted than it is today. Might add an extra layer of grump to an already barely held together man when you put into perspective that his dreams may of been far higher than what he achieved Even with that fact to have gotten a job at a ‘silly cartoon show’ as the Musical Director may have been a massive achievement for him as well despite how he resented the circumstances. 

Must be irritating when your boss starts messing with the whole studio jeopardizing the very foundation of what you have worked yourself to the bone to get huh? 

Hey guys💛 so I just want to apologize for the first version of this. Her skin came out a lot paler than it looked when I was coloring it on photoshop and I don’t know why. I had no intention of white washing her.

“Mou Hitori No Boku,” Yuugi whispered, “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. You are a part of me. Without you I’m incompletely.” Yuugi lowered his head, hiding his face from Atem.

“Aibou,” Atem placed his thumb and index finger under Yuugi’s chin, making the young man tilt his head up. The Pharaoh sighed softly as he looked into Yuugi’s large lavender colored eyes. Leaning forward, Atem gently pressed their foreheads together. For the first time in years, he could no longer see into Yuugi’s mind or read his thoughts. But yet, he still understood what his partner was feeling because he felt the same way. “Come with me…”

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Thank you @ringo-chuu for the amazing artwork to go with my fanfiction one-shot, A New Start.

Professional Cuddles (Winteriron)

Okay, this was written at 330 am (so forgive any awkwardness lol) for @sugardaddytonystark based on THIS POST

It turned out a little different than the post intended, I think, but I hope you enjoy it! Non powered AU

4k words- mind the cut!

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The business card said “Professional Companionship” and “Specializing in the Intimidating Significant Other Ruse” and “Available in a Variety Of Backgrounds, Religion, Platonic but Boyfriend Material to a Point” and Tony turned it over in his hands at least a thousand times as he waited for the doorbell to ring.

This James Barnes character had come highly recommended by his personal trainer, Sam Wilson, who had hired James to go to a party with him as a show of support for another friend who had recently come out. Surprisingly enough, he had also been recommended by Pepper Potts, Tony’s new assistant, who had seen the card and shared a frankly adorable story about hiring him to go to Thanksgiving dinner at her new step-mothers home and he had proven himself both smart and hilarious and Pepper credited him as the reason she and her step mother had a decent relationship at all.

So two glowing reviews from people Tony trusted, and one phone call later– just to set up a time and place to meet– and Tony was pacing his apartment anxiously, waiting for James to show up.

There was about a thousand reasons why hiring someone to hang out with him felt about six shades of wrong, but Tony ignored all of those. He was lonely, and wanted to be held and both Pepper and Sam had promised that this guy wasn’t anything like an escort, so he was the right choice.

Tony supposed he could be out meeting singles at a bar or something, but that idea made him want to scream. He didn’t have time to do that sort of thing, not after taking over the company last year after his father had passed. Tony barely had time to sleep, so dating and friends and all that had fallen by the wayside.

Hence calling this… Professional Companion… which all the sudden was seeming sad and desperate and–

–oh shit, the doorbell.

Tony straightened his suit jacket with a quick jerk, smoothed his hair back and after taking a deep breath and muttering a quick prayer, he opened the door.

Tall, dark and jesus christ he’s gorgeous grinned down at him, and Tony managed to smile back, holding out his hand automatically to shake. “Hey. You must be James.”

“Please, for the love of God call me Bucky.” The man laughed and shook his hand firmly. “Tony, right? You ready to hang out?”

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Bubble Butt

He was far too preppy to be someone I’d ever consider dating, but that didn’t mean my lust for him was not white hot. I spied him from across the restaurant the second he entered with a gaggle of other basic white gays. Dressed in boat shoes, tight chino short shorts, and an even tighter tank top, he would’ve been a clone of the rest of his friends if it weren’t for the fact he was clearly the only one who hadn’t seen the inside of a gym for quite some time.

The cuff of his shorts were snug against cellulite dimpled thighs and when he sat down the cuffs caused his leg fat to slightly balloon like a muffin rising in the oven. His ass cheeks were plump and juicy, resembling two bouncing water balloons suctioned inside fabric. The seam of his shorts looked ready to burst when he seated himself. He sat with legs spread wide to accommodate healthy thighs and a swollen midsection. From the angle I was sitting I couldn’t see his bulge, but regardless of whether it was big or not I knew it had to be visible in those shorts. They were so stuffed with leg and ass fat that his package was surely straining at the seams as well. His seafoam green tank top clung to every inch of his fattened upper body, displaying a rounded paunch on the verge of an overhang. It was a hot summer day and a small sweat stain had formed on his lower back between two meaty lovehandles. I imagined myself peeling off the shirt and licking the salty sweat from his back while squeezing the fat that clung to his hips.

My two girlfriends noticed my hungry gaze and quickly clued in to the object of my desire. They knew my penchant for thick boys, and were giggling and prodding me to go talk to him. It was too soon, though. I had to make eye contact with him first. Feel him out. So I remained seated and observed the overfed man for the next hour.

The group of men each ordered a fancy cocktail first. Everyone had something different, whether tall and colorful or short and icy, but the man I had my eyes on ordered something special. The waitress brought his out last, and the group began to laugh and cheer. He had ordered some sort of massive blended drink with a corona stuck in the top. One of his friends exclaimed: “Cliff is gonna get shhwasted!” His name was Cliff. I couldn’t wait to watch this curvy cutie guzzle down every last drop of those sugary empty calories. Indeed, he wasted no time in getting started. My focus returned to my friends for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, and when I looked back over half the drink was already gone. This boy was going to get drunk.

I paid special attention to when the waiter took their order. When it was Cliff’s turn he pointed to something at the menu and asked a question. The waitress motioned with her hands to convey what I assume was a portion size. Cliff continued speaking for what seemed like a long amount of time. I couldn’t tell if he was asking questions or just fine tuning his order, but it struck me that this boy was serious about his food.

Meanwhile, our table was served and my friends and I had a lively political discussion. I glanced back to the table of gays to see their food being delivered. To my pleasant surprise, Cliff’s shirt had ridden up to partially reveal a love handle glistening with sweat. I could hardly contain myself. Once again, Cliff’s order came last and I was incredibly pleased to see what it was. He had ordered a large pizza to himself piled high with indiscernible toppings. It must have had custom toppings which would explain why it took so long for him to place his order. Again, his friends reacted dramatically when the pizza was delivered, with one of them pinching Cliff’s exposed love handle. He awkwardly pulled his shirt to cover the fleshy bulge and I noticed he was red in the face. I couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or embarrassment.

I completely lost track of my friends’ conservation and became enraptured by the ferocity with which this man attacked his pizza. Judging by the empty drink glass, he was probably pretty drunk and needed something to soak up the alcohol. He took massive bites, barely swallowing before he’d chomp down for more. He was killing a slice every few minutes and my cock was slowly beginning to stiffen. It was absolutely no surprise why this piggy had such curves. Within fifteen minutes the pizza was almost gone and he was struggling to lean forward and reach the last slice on the other side of the pan. This maneuver caused his shirt to subtly ride up and reveal not one, but both love handles this time. The sweat stain had only grown larger and I could almost make out beads of sweat dripping down his back, past his waistband, and down the ass crack formed by those two mounds of dough stuffed into his shorts. I was practically drooling.

A couple of his friends expressed surprise that Cliff was already done eating. With legs still spread wide, he shrugged and patted his belly with both hands. His face was beat red while his friends admired his overinflated paunch. He motioned for the waitress when she came near and she quickly returned with his order: a frosty glass of Coke. Cliff sucked it down quickly, as though he was on the brink of dehydration. Seemingly satisfied, he sat up straight, arching his back, and reached his arms above his head to stretch. I could only assume this was an attempt at making his bloated belly feel a little less uncomfortable. I admired his curvy form, especially the way that stretching caused his shapely rump to stick out even further so it looked like the seams would burst at any moment. Still, I was completely shocked when they did. A hole about three inches long popped open revealing polka dot underwear with a sweat stain down the middle. My mouth fell agape. Cliff dropped his arms and fingered the hole in his pants. He looked around at his friends, presumably to see if they had noticed. They hadn’t. He sat still for a moment before standing up, pulling down his tank top, and awkwardly heading to the bathroom. My heart raced. This was my chance.

I stood up and followed him to the bathroom, admiring the way his bubble butt bounced with each step. My cock was growing harder by the moment and I had to adjust myself to keep it from being too obvious. I stopped in front of the bathroom door and took a deep breath before following him inside. I had to play this smoothly.

When I walked in, his ass was facing the mirror in a comic attempt to twist his swollen form around to see the damage that had been done. My entrance startled him and he awkwardly proceeded to the urinal. I followed suit, forcing out some piss despite having a semi. I shook my dick off and walked to the sink, paying special attention to get a close up of this man’s posterior. It was extraordinarily shapely, much rounder and perkier than I expected. My guess was that he was a former twink who in a prior life spent several hours at the gym attaining a tight muscular ass. Since then he’d given in to a lifestyle of happy hours and late night pizzas which added several inches of luscious fat onto the once muscled rump. He waited ‘til I was in the middle of washing my hands to finish up and walk over to the sink. My heart was fluttering and I leaned back to take a look at his butt.

“Hole in your pants?” I asked. “Classic.”

He laughed awkwardly loud and replied, “You got me! I’m just… I… My weight is a little outta control lately.”

“I think you look great, man. I noticed you the second you sat down.”

“Oh,” he giggled drunkenly, “are you hitting on me?”

“If that’s alright with you,” I said softly and stepped closer to him. Suddenly the room was filled with sexual tension and he leaned slightly towards me.

“It’s definitely alright with me,” he said and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth.

I grabbed his padded waist and pulled him close for a longer kiss. As we began to make out I flicked the lock on the door for privacy. He was hesitant at first so I grabbed his waist harder, shoving his bloated body against mine. Apparently a bit of aggression was all that was necessary to get his libido into overdrive. He began to sloppily make out with me and I could taste the pizza and alcohol on his tongue. My hand slipped lower to cup one of his puffy ass cheeks and gave it a firm squeeze. He let out a slight moan followed by a burp that smelled like strawberry flavoring and tequila.

“I’m so drunk,” he giggled. “This is really hot.”

My other hand drifted from his softened jaw line and down the distended curves of his torso to finally rest on his posterior. I now had a two handfuls of ass fat in my palms and grinded our groins together. His pants ripped a bit more but neither of us cared. His cock felt stiff against mine and it was clear we were both incredibly turned on. I pushed him against the wall and let my mouth travel down his salty neck. I lifted his shirt and explored his hairy and somewhat soft nipples before traveling lower. A slight happy trail led me down his positively bloated belly. I took a roll of fat in my moth and heard the contents of his stomach slosh and he moaned once more.

“Are you a bottom?” I asked.

“Yeah… but, we can’t fuck right now.”

“Can I at least get a taste of this beautiful ass?” I purred and licked at his belly.

“Oh yeah. Yes please.”

I undid his pants that were on the verge of bursting even more and his cock sprung to life in front of my face. Precum hung from its tip and I licked it off before flipping him around. I began to salivate with this man’s ripe sweaty bubble butt inches from my face. I pulled down his underwear to reveal dimpled yet perky cakes. I gave them a firm jiggle before spreading him open and breathing in his smell. I wedged my face between his cheeks as far as I could and explored his tight hole with my tongue. His ass was so fat my face disappeared into his crack. I had a hard time breathing and kept having to come up for air. Before I knew it we were both jerking off and probably making enough noise that those outside the bathroom could hear.

With my nose buried deep in his rump, I would occasionally shake my head, sending the globes of fat surrounding my face bouncing and undulating in every direction. This caused him to moan every time. My tongue traveled from his hole, up his crack and to his somewhat squishy lower back with a dimple above each ass cheek. With some fresh air I could smell his stink on my face and it drove me wild. I began to suck and squeeze his cheeks like pizza dough, giving them a slap every now and then. I dove back in between the slabs of delicious fat protecting his hole and he began to moan increasingly louder.

“I, I think…” he stammered, “I’m close.”

I shoved my tongue as deep inside him as I could, gripping my raging boner in one hand, and his ass fat in the other.

“Oh shit,” he said.

Come squirted across the room as his ass clenched to my face. I was on the verge of losing my load. When he was done I stood up and spread his cheeks wide, letting my jizz explode across the pigs oversized butt. I rubbed my come across his cheeks, cupping one and it giving it a sticky final slap.

“You’re fucking delicious,” I said.

“I’ve never been eaten out like that in my life,” he replied. “Now what?”

“Maybe we exchange phone numbers?”

“Sure, but my pants are even more ripped now. And my friends are probably wondering what happened,” he laughed.

“Just tell the truth.”

“Hah which is what? I’m a fatty that just had random amazing bathroom sex?”

“Tell them some guy found your ass so irresistible he couldn’t help but rip your clothes off to get a taste.”

He grinned and bashfully looked me in the eyes.

“Type in your number,” he said, handing me his phone.

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HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE GLITCHY BOY!!! He decided to give us a couple of gifts as well.

I tried alot of new things with this in terms of style and colors and whatever. Not only that, but this is my first time doing an animated gif! I like it! I would have gotten this out yesterday, but Mark did the thing

(pssst. @thedarkenedkeeper this is the thing I told you about.)

rhysiana  asked:

Prompts! I keep hoping someone will do a NurseyDex AU where Dex is on a business trip to NYC (or wherever, any city of sufficient size would work, really) and Nursey takes pity on this poor lost man and offers to show him around and then romance ensues.

Derek looks up from his phone when his fingers brush the back of a hand instead of the coffee cup he’s expecting. “Sorry,” he says, “I thought that was–”

He’s staring, he knows he is, but Derek can’t seem to stop. His only comfort is, he supposes, that the man beside him is staring back at him from the most amazing eyes Derek thinks he’s ever seen. They’re golden–no, amber–and filled with light that only seems to be intensified by the color of the brows above them.

Derek is frozen, and the man is staring, a furrow between his eyebrows, and then–

“Dex?” the barista calls, and the man blinks and pulls back, cheeks flushing.

“Sorry, guess it was yours.” He lets go of the cup with Derek’s name scribbled on the side and reaches for the new one. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

“Neither was I.” He takes the cup as the man–Dex?–takes his own, and finds himself admiring the way color suffuses his cheeks, camouflaging freckles, the way his hair–copper under the lights of the cafe–falls ruffled across his forehead. “Long day?”

A shoulder and the corner of Dex’s mouth lift as he gestures to move past Derek to the assortment of sugar and cream. “The longest on record,” he says, and Derek can’t help but turn with him as he pours sugar into his coffee.

“Traveling?”

Dex nods. “How’d you–?”

“The accent. Maine?” He gots a nod. “First time in New York?”

Dex recovers his coffee and takes a sip. “Yeah, it’s…a lot.”

Derek laughs, cocking his hip against the counter. “It can be. Even for a native New Yorker such as myself. Derek, by the way,” he says, holding out his hand. “And you’re Dex.”

Bemusement crosses Dex’s face, but he takes Derek’s hand. His grip is good, firm, and Derek finds himself distracted by the width of his palm, by callouses left over from long days of work. Their hands fit well together, and Derek finds himself reluctant to let go.

“Yeah,” Dex says. “Holdover from hockey.”

Derek’s done for the day. He has nothing but an empty apartment and thirsty plants to go home to. And hockey? Hell. He knows hockey.

They get a table near the windows, regaling each other with tales of hockey played in high school and college, the both of them marveling that they never crossed paths before. They talk, hockey leading to school, school leading to hobbies. Derek tells Dex he likes to write (disingenuous, maybe, but true; he doesn’t need to go into how many titles he has to his name or the accolades he’s received for his poetry), and Dex nods and listens and tells him he was never good with putting words down on the page.

They talk, and Derek watches the way Dex’s hands curl around his coffee, the way his tongue curls against his lip. Outside, daylight turns to dusk. Inside, shadows play over Dex’s cheek, his eyelashes pale smudges, his eyes focused and pinning.

Derek should thank him for his company and go. Instead, he says, “You said this is your first time in the city? You, uh, want to grab a bite to eat? I know some great places close by, and if it’s your first time, you should really have someone experienced show you around.”

Dex’s cheeks flush. His eyes flicker from Derek to his own hands around his empty cup to his–their–reflection in the shop’s window. Dex breathes deep, and Derek braces himself for a polite brush off, but then Dex’s mouth is twitching and he’s turning to Derek and he’s saying, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Derek grins, heart suddenly racing. “Good,” he says. “Great. I promise, it’ll be a night you won’t forget.”

A beat, and then Derek feels his skin heat, opens his mouth to…do something. Dig himself out of that particular innuendo. Apologize for sounding presumptuous.

Dex stares, face unreadable, and then he stands, smiles. “I don’t doubt that,” he says. “Come on. Show me your city.”

The time is now. Derek can’t wait.

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Third Patreon Requests!

a bit late this time but i made to get them done uwu also doing some practice coloring~

First requested by @bummersbum which is azzie in a trash can :O
Second Requested by @mcdoogly which is some good ol’ ToriGorey owo
And Lastly Requested by @gameoverzi which is kindred ! was hard to doodle lmao.

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again thank yall~

Ok so a small addition to the Colorblinf Flug thing I wrote:

Flug’s been colorblind for about a year before he gets the goggles. And hes forgotten how bright somethngs were, like the chemicals he uses, or just how white the lab really is.

But he also forgot how bright all of his friends were.

He forgot just how much neon Demencia wore, and it makes him smile to see how much her outfit really matches her bright attitude. He forgot how calming the blue fur of 505 can be just to look at, and he’s so greatful to be able to see that again.

And then there’s Black Hat.

The man always wears so much black and grey, so it’s not like seeing him in only black and white changed much for Flug. But there were those colors that made him unique. The bright crimsion of his dress shirt, the whites on his shoes.

And definatly the teeth. The neon green teeth. He forgot how much they really glowed when you saw their color.

But there was one thought that Flug had the first time he saw Black Hat with color again.

“I already liked you in black and white, but seeing all the colors on you again? It makes you looks even better than you did before.”

He never voiced this, but he was happy to have the colors back in his sights, if only to see the green flash of a smile on Black Hat’s face, even if it was small.

He had missed that.