#years later...

[alicequinn]

On set with Bond 25: Jamaica Ft. Daniel Craig, Jeffrey Wright, Lashana Lynch & Cary Fukunaga

[septusuki]

ouuwaugh tendo maya and her fat-assery effect on other women [the fact that Kaoruko just wanted to visit her girlfriend at New National, and now theres a pink haired orb that cant fit through the door where her tomboy used to be. the Tendo slob filling up the couch with her can only be the blame]

For a fleeting moment, Hanayagi Kaoruko was horrified. Terrified beyond compare. So much so that she visibly finched, bucking back as if she could pause time and shimmy out of New National Theatre’s dorms before anyone noticed her. After all, her girlfriend was filling up an entire couch by herself. Isurugi Futaba was such a flab-covered mass of meat that she just gushed, outwards and outwards, until her fat folds were covering the couch’s thick arms and gushing over the poor thing’s back. It was hard, almost to tell what kind of fabric it was made of; so subsumed in blubber than it could be black leather, or just so soaked in stinking sweat that the wool had been irreparably dyed to look it.

“Hanayagi—Unnff—shan,” and then, Tendou Maya spoke up. The second half of the Futaba-mass filling the sofa spoke, as if it had just achieved sentience via being such an immutably massive pile of pudge. “I didn’t—Hhhaaahn—expect to shee you, at this—Nnghh—hour.” Maya’s every word was dappled with wheezes and pants, as if it was a struggle for the girl just to exist. Smacked up against Futaba on the couch, Maya’s meat meshed perfectly with the similarly-obese redhead. The two girls were almost identically obese. Not the same weight, by a long shot, but most certainly the same shape. Both former-stage-girls were filled with what could only be called flab. Rolls, folds and cellulite.

“T-Tendo-han,” Kaoruko gulped. She’d expected to see Maya, but she certainly hadn’t expected to see this. Two hunks of meat, engulfing a sofa as they embraced the sedentary nature of being a blob. Whilst Maya at least seemed awake, Futaba was so blatantly asleep, half-nestled in the ring of meat surrounding her once-slim neck. “Good e-evening.” Kaoruko crept out the words, unsure how to even greet such a glob of fat.

“Mhm.” Maya nodded, almost burying her face in her overwhelming bust. If that was one thing she had on Futaba, the tank-top she was wearing clearly wasn’t enough to handle all of that boob fat; it gushed out of either side, sagging over her already-sagging belly-fat like half-cooked pudding. “To what do we—Hheee—owe the pleasure?” Maya heaved, itching at her massive belly, and slipping her hand under the fabric of her top as sweat gushed down every inch of her bloated body.

It was no shock that Kaoruko had originally thought the two girls were one horrendous sack of meat, initially. “I just,” with both girls being massive sofa-filling sacks of fat, Kaoruko still wouldn’t have been surprised if it turned out they were fused at the hip. “I just wanted to see m-my girlfriend…!” Kaoruko smiled unconvincingly, looking across the Tendo-Isurugi mass to see her napping girlfriend, meat-rolls and all.

“O-Oh.” Maya grunted, and then shook. Apparently trying to wake Futaba from whatever coma she’d waddled her way into, Maya’s entire body sloshed about in the sofa’s embrace, oozing against Futaba’s body until something solid bumped against her. “I-I’ll—Nff, Nff, Nff—Wake her, Hanayagi-sham.” Maya’s face became reddened and damp from such a meagre action, her heart thumping through her flab until her tank-top’s straps began to throb.

“Uhnn…” Finally, Isurugi Futaba’s face clenched, and a shred of awareness crept onto it. “M-Maya, itsh not time yet…” She moaned, clarity still not reaching her flab-filled face. Futaba’s blubber was slightly more top-heavy than Kaoruko would have imagined, sloshing generously onto her cheeks and forehead. However, it seemed her boobs were still as underwhelming as ever. Futaba’s own tank-top fit her chest comfortably, even as her titanic shoulders and arms swelled out of it. Futaba’s armpit-rolls and doughy gut complimented those thick things flawlessly; packed into four folds of meat, just like Futaba’s greedily-segmented arms. “Don’t wanna—Uff—Get up.” She grunted, a little less short-of-breath than Maya, but still weighed down with meat all the same. Even Futaba’s voice was deepened by the stuff.

“F-Futaba?” Kaoruko snuck closer to her side of the sofa, almost afraid to touch the hideously huge mass, for fear of being consumed herself. Maya and Futaba’s sweaty slab of fat looked as if it could swallow anything. Like a slime. Like a stodgy mass of toxic ooze. Maya and Futaba’s fat rolls held hands, one on top of the other, as if they were the most polite part of the sinful fat-sack they were an immutable part of. “Are you OK?” Kaoruko prodded at Futaba’s gut with her own foot; seeing as both were on the floor, it was the easiest choice to simply toe at such a sagged-down belly.

“Hunh?” Futaba stirred again, clearly disturbed by a foreign voice — and one that wasn’t telling her to stuff her face, at that. “K…” She saw Kaoruko’s face though, and jolted. She snapped alert after a few moments of weary cognition, and then sagged down once more. “Kaoruko, hi…” She moaned, lifting one of her blubbery arms from the mass that Maya had assisted in making. “It’s, uhh… B-Been a while.” She chuckled, blatantly trying to laugh off her sheer size.

“Futaba-han!” Kaoruko squealed, all of a sudden, after making sure her girlfriend was conscious. “Futaba-han, what happened to you?!” She pointed, blushing as her fingertip jabbed clean into one of Futaba’s fat-rolls. What part of her it constituted was entirely unknown, but by the blush flushing across Futaba’s face, it’d been something sensitive.

Futaba remained silent. Kaoruko remained silent, although obviously furious.

“Calm down—Uff—, Hanaygagi-shan.” Maya lurched into life once more, deciding it was her job to cut through the bubbling tension. “We’re jusht—Mmff—f-fat…” Maya moaned as she admitted the fact, letting one of her meaty hands roam down and grope some of her lusciously-rolling body. She blushed, and then looked up again. Her face oozed exhaustion. “We’re stage-girlsh, aren’t we? We can—Houughhh—loshe it whenever we want…” Maya groaned, clearly not entirely sure of what she’d just said.

The girls looked nearly like insects made of meat. Their entire bodies were marked with thick lines, folds marking out each segments of their chitin-stripped carapaces. Their faces were round and stodgy, barely poking out of the squidgy innards they were consumed by.

“Whenever you want?!” Kaoruko gulped. She’d been fat too, but never this big. Never couch-filling. Never stinking and sweating, and heating the whole kitchen up. Futaba had always teased her for every pound of blubber she’d developed, groping and preening over each tiny love-handle and fat-roll. “How about right now, then?!”

[ofmiscellany]

god i'm so glad katya talked on the pod this week about it being inappropriate to tell a another addict (whether you are fairly certain they are in active recovery or not) "you saved my life" because she heard that from so many drag race fans who assumed she was still sober when she relapsed a few years ago, just because she'd said it on drag race years before. so she would have to hear that from people while high and actively killing herself with crystal meth. it's really not appropriate to tell anyone at any point of recovery "you saved my life." that's such an emotional burden to put on someone, especially fans saying this to a stranger they saw on TV and might never see in real life again. just don't.

[tuppencetaketwo]

@cagcdbird

No doubt as an outsider looking in the unseemly machinations that transpired in the facility were inconceivable. How in the name of science one could treat their fellow man in such a way—beyond fathoming, and yet human corruption prevailed. Advances in discovery were praised, rather than condemned for the suffering they caused. She did not stir for some time; conscious and rational thought, however, had not abandoned her. In spite of her condition the experiment displayed a reasonable coherency around those that tended to her. She never once considered just how severe the extent of her longstanding illness was—just how poorly she was treated on account of who she was and what she could do (and, quite rankly, who owned her).

Half-lidded eyes were as pale as they were unable to focus on her conversationalist in question; dazed, disoriented, she recalled vaguely the doctors and nurses that had tended to her—their care had been stifling. The hospital smelled familiar, sounded familiar, with a stench of chemicals and sterility and the steadfast tick of machines. What comfort she found in recognition was quickly snuffed out by an onslaught of doubts. Thus the lab rat lay there, her body much too weak and her mind trying to provide what attention it could to this ❛Detective Hickman.❜

              ❝Confused… ?❞

How she certainly sounded it, her query accented by the small cant of her head (or what little she could manage). This was a conversation she ought not yet to be having, yet she pressed on regardless. So many questions, and so many answers to provide in turn. These people undoubtedly wanted the truth—to know of the hell that happened behind whitewashed walls. She would give it as best she could, as much as her weary, dangerousmind would let her.

              ❝Fleur ? I… yes. That—that is my name. I remember.               They did not call me it often.❞

He had seen it all… or so he had thought, once.  The cruelty of mankind knew no bounds; that much his years in service to the shield and badge at his waist had taught him, but even after decades of time spent tracking murderers, rapists, slave traders, sex traffickers – he had found himself downright … flabbergasted at the state of affairs that had met his gaze in the hours spent combing through even a thousandth of the files, of video footage, of scientific and medical reports whose jargon meant little, but whose intent he could read loud and clear.  The time spent waiting in the hospital for the first of the captives set free by his team had been spent divided between seething rage at those that had somehow justified their works, their deeds, in the name of science and between shame, setting hot and nauseous and sour in his stomach, his chest, bitter stinging in his chest.  How many of the advances – technological, scientific, medical – that the modern world relied on, accepted so easily, at face value, without a single question – had been wrung out of the blood and sweat and tears of children?  

His hand, leather clad and twisted, rubbed, scraped anxiously for a brief moment against the bend of his knee.  The pain of twisted muscle, of raw and severed nerves, of skin hollowed and scraped away, scarred and mottled; he almost welcomed it now. It was, in all of the horrors of the last few days, familiar, at least.  Carl’s gaze was thin, veiled only slightly, a force of habit to conceal the anger and confusion that plagued his thoughts.  Did. That was promising, he weighed, leaning forward to shift the cup of hot chocolate a little closer to her, though he did not let go of it entirely just yet.  The last thing he needed was to add burns to the trauma that she’d already endured. “I – I brought you hot chocolate, I – the doctors, they said I shouldn’t give you anything with caffeine yet, but, I thought …”  

That what?  A little hot milk and cocoa might make everything better?  “You might like something warm.”  Hospitals were cold, especially with ivs and cords that tangled around any patient, keeping them from ever really being comfortable or ever really being tucked in beneath the thin blankets provided.  “I just … wanted to introduce myself, let you know that I’m around.  My team and I, we’re taking lead into the investigation of –”  

“I don’t know how much anyone’s told you, or what you remember, of what’s happened over the last few days but… I’m happy to answer anything I can.”  

[shatteredhumanity]

Value Me (my night) GIMME

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Small hands were taken into bigger palms and squeezed once. Erwin had sat down right next to Levi and tried to muster up the courage to let words pass that would inevitably expose the man’s entire heart. Ripped open for Levi to look in and find what had been growing in there ever since they first met.He stared at the pale skinned and delicate hand and brought it up to his cheek. Gently he leaned into it and took strength from the softness and warmth it gave him.

“I had no chance.” He began and closed his eyes.

“I didn’t plan to feel that way for you. It was supposed to be an experience to enhance my horizon, but it went in a complete different direction.”

Levi was silent, listening to each and every syllable probably. What was he thinking right now? How would he react to a client confessing his love to him?Erwin believed that it had been painfully obvious from the start. The frequency with which he visited him and the attention he paid to every aspect of their meetings. There was even the thought of a gift he was still to give the man.

He lowered Levi’s hand now and looked into his eyes. Grey and alluringly drawing him into their spell. There was so much to be found in them and yet Erwin couldn't figure out what was going within his Levi’s mind. He’d give so much to have an insight into his immediate thoughts. He’d give part of life for such a rare opportunity, but this wasn’t a magic show where he could summon genies and make a wish. He’d have to figure this out with time and a lot of talking.

The next words lay heavy on his chest and carried a fear that was too extreme to be dismissed. What if he couldn’t give back what Erwin offered? What if it ended up being utterly one-sided?Erwin supposed in that case he’d arrange himself with it just to be close to him. Anything would’ve been better than having to keep a distance that would hurt after a short period of time already.It wasn’t the physical distance he was talking about but the emotional one. Nothing would hurt more than knowing Levi would prefer to keep his distance from a troubling client.

After all, who knew If he was more than just that?

“Levi, I love you.” Erwin finally said and looked down as if he had been defeated. His heartbeat radiated through his entire body, and his throat felt awfully tight and dry.

[eeelohcineilsel]

There's a lot of movies that I didn't know it had a sequel.