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growingexjocks · 11 months

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Final Story Updates

Here is the final ranking of celebrities I will prioritize writing fat fics about:

Main Stories:

Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield

John Krasinski, Matt LeBlanc, and James Franco

Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans

Shawn Mendes and Charlie Puth

Ludwig

Alex/Alan Stokes

Short Stories:

Nick Jonas

Noah Beck

Josh Allen

Joshua Bassett

Channing Tatum

Chase Stokes

Brenton Thwaites

These are the pics that will be used for the upcoming main and short stories for inspiration ;)

image edits source: https://www.tumblr.com/chubbycelebs85

image edits source: https://oac47.tumblr.com/post/187739178670

The main stories are pairings while the short stories are just about those single celebrities.

If you have a pairing you'd really like to see, comment below and/or message me! I am open to the idea of considering what I write about next :)

Finished new chapters from the list so far:

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If you have a certain scenario for a male celebrity or celebrities you'd like to see, I am open to ideas and suggestions in comments and dms! I decided I am just trying to build up my following and skills rn so all suggested commissions are completely free! So feel free to reach out :)

#ex jock story potential #ex jock #fat male celebrities #gainer stories inspo #fit2fatcelebrity #exjock #weight gain edit #andrew garfield #tom holland #john krasinski #fat #fat belly #chub #gaining

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stuffedteen · 1 year

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For Christmas I want to stuff Andrew Garfield with an entire Christmas feast!

⚠️ remember to send in your holiday wishes before the end of the holiday season!! ⚠️

"Holy shit man that Christmas dinner was delicious" **buuurrpp**

"I should come to Australia for Christmas more often - Christmas in summer is the best! So many sausages, potatoes, steak and burgers from the barbie. I'm stuffed man ugggghhhh" moaned Andrew with his stomach bulging out of his tight polo and his belt straining to hold his hairy belly in. You had been feeding him well since he came to Australia and you took the opportunity to stuff him like a goose this Christmas.

"Glad you liked the dinner big guy, its pretty obvious from your huge belly man... Anyways let's hit the beach - its the best part about Christmas in the summer - apart from all the food obviously.

Andrew groaned as he took his shirt off & changed into his swimmers. His belly had ballooned since coming to Australia with you and he grabbed a hand full of christmas cookies before leaving for the beach - getting crumbs all over his hairy soft gut.

#andrew garfield #male weight gain #fat guy

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ardent-fox · 4 months

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✨ Tag Game Master Post ✨

Hi, all! Catching up on these two games I was tagged in during the holidays 💖

First up, thank you to the lovely @lupeloto for creating and tagging me in this fun Tag Game! 🥰

📺 Favorite tv show? At the moment, Our Flag Means Death (shields self from tomatoes being thrown at her 😁)

🕴️ Favorite character? Oof, this is difficult. Gonna have to go with my precious baby boy, Stede

💋 Favorite relationship in the show? Blackbonnet (shocking, I know)

👯‍♂️ Fav sibling relationship in the show? No blood relations but the entire crew is chosen family, so… all of them?

🎨 Favorite art form? Music, with a heavy focus on lyrics/words

⚡️ A talent you wish you had? Being able to draw would be cool

☀️ What is one thing that can always make your day better? My toddler nephew saying the most hilarious things, he's barely 3 and already the funniest person I know

🎬 Favorite fictional character of all time? Atticus Finch (any works he appears in besides To Kill a Mockingbird do not count)

🌅 Dream place to travel to? Thailand or Ireland (either "land" would do, get it? 🧍‍♀️ ...I'll see myself out)

🎈 You’re planning a huge party, what’s the theme? The Masque of the Red Death, get fancy and spooky, bitches 🎭💀

🍕 Favorite pizza topping of all time? All kinds of cheese and extra mushrooms

🥂 You can pick ONE celebrity to have dinner with… Who? Andrew Garfield, {Marge Simpson voice} I just think he's neat

🎥 Favorite movie that you kinda know is bad but you still love? Rocky Horror Picture Show 👄

👖 How would you describe your style? The "I gained a substantial amount of weight in the past 5 years and haven't bought anything new since, so I now wear whatever I can fit into and lots of dresses and skirts cause pants are uncomfortable and shopping for them is a nightmare" style 😬

🖤 Finally, something making you smile this week? My mom's reaction to a present she really wanted, seeing her that touched was soul ascending ✨

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Next, I got tagged by @deedala, @tanktopgallavich, @suzy-queued and @lupeloto to complete this round of Weekly Tag Wednesday, thank you my darlings! 💙

Name: Lyds

Location: Unknown location in Europe

Astrological Sign: Taurus squaaaad ♉

What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? Hubby has never seen Giant, so I'll be rewatching it soon as well as some other classics like Some Like It Hot and Philadelphia Story, I'm sure I'll rewatch Frankie and Johnny for the umpteenth time as well. As far as shows go, I rewatch Our Flag Means Death at least once a month since it's my comfort show, and might do a Shameless rewatch since I've only seen the whole thing once (excluding all the Gallavich scenes)

What's a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? The entirety or The Menagerie by @crossmydna and Honeycomb by @metalheadmickey with artwork by @heymrspatel 💕

What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? I've been replaying One Of Your Girls by Troye Sivan for days and don't plan on stopping anytime soon, also still listening to Hozier's entire Unreal Unearth album whenever I'm chilling

What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? Gonna steal Ri's answer here and say cinnamon buns, as well as my husband's homemade pizza rolls that I previously mentioned, as they're our favorite thing to eat while binge-watching

What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? Scrolling this beloved hellsite

Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? Only unhealthy ones that I plan on ridding myself of in 2024 👋

What's your toxic trait? Inflexibility and freaking out when things don't turn out the way I've planned

What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? Staying in my burrow with my hyperfixations

Tell me something you like about how you look! My full, rosy lips against my smooth, pale skin

Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. Honest, open-minded, creative 🌸

I'm out of the loop (which is about to change since I celebrated the last of the festivities today) and haven't been keeping up with the tags lately, but am still going to tag some peeps if you want to do either or both of these: @heymrspatel, @stocious, @too-schoolforcool, @xninetiestrendx, @krysmiss, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @michellemisfit, @whatwouldmickeydo, @vintagelacerosette, @metalheadmickey, @rereadanon, @francesrose3, @darlingian and anyone who sees this and wants to play! ✨

#tag game #fandom friends #personal

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soft-fella · 6 months

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Im so sorry about your bad experience 😖 bit just know that there are so many of us who really appreciate you as a member of this community! There is literally no ideal size for gaining weight (and I for one love to see it uwu)

That said! What do you think would be the best item of clothing to outgrow?? (or see someone outgrowing if you prefer)

thank you, sweet anon i really appreciate this. it’s just like, i was doing okay recovering from repressed sexual trauma from attending a restrictive church, to having someone dictate what i should and shouldn’t be into and that. well. you know how it’s been obviously lol i don’t shut the fuck up ever

and it’s been a very rough couple of months so i appreciate everybody’s patience and understanding and dealing with my shit

The best item of clothing to outgrow in my opinion would be like. a business suit, or like. sweatpants and t shirts and hoodies. Either something you’re SUPPOSED to not outgrow, or things that are supposed to stretch out and cover you up but just dooooont.

Like i think we’ve talked about the garfield sweatpants lmao, but i want like. a tight tie around my neck, and my belly straining against a large dress shirt, unable to button my jacket up, and like a really tight belt holding up strained pants that just do not hide a damn thing….. Suits always get me worked up tbh, i love them very much :3

#and i am not immune to the neck tie = leash and collar thing btw #minors dni #but thank you anon this genuinely made me feel a lil better

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sins-of-the-sea · 10 months

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He's ginger, slothful, snarky, and adorable. Pheobus Duchamp... or Garfield???

"I'm missing the whiskers and fat. I could just eat an entire pan of lasagna a day to try and gain weight, but I know for fact I'll get sick of it fast. Not to mention Giovanni will yell at me for poor daily eating choices."

"I do that already." Giovanni shoves an entire basket of high energy foods such as cheese, nuts, and fruits to Phoebus' way. "Eat more."

"I can't stomach all that!! That pile of food is almost as tall as me!"

#maybe he just has a fast metabolism despite being a lazy slob?#[Phoebus Duchamp]#[Giovanni Vespucci]#food tw

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 10 months

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Fantasy and Reality

I've been seeing a quarter of my 12 or so friends here posting about the fantasy of D/s and kink versus the reality of living a D/s life, and how so much of what they see on D/s tumblr (where I'm absent now, except for seeing what my friends post) doesn't make clear what is fantasy versus what is reality, and how this can be harmful for newcomers. So I've been thinking about this a lot lately for that reason.

When I was 'present' (I'm still flummoxed as to why anyone thought I ever had a 'presence' but I guess it was real?) in the D/s community here for a few years, I very rarely shared anything sex or kink related, because the reality of my life (and I think many other D/s/kinky lives) is that it's not sex or kink-centered. And I didn't want newcomers drawn in by the fantasies to think that was reality.

That being said, there's nothing wrong with fantasy; not even anything wrong with sharing fantasy; I do it all the time. I write fiction. I read other people's fiction. Erotic and otherwise. I indulge in my own fantasies that I've never fully shared, even in fiction, with anyone really except J. Because some of them are dark and controversial, and I don't want anyone for a second to have any doubts that they are grounded in any sort of reality for me. Or J. They're really hot to think about (for me/us; not everyone). But honestly, we don't *really* want them. That's why they're fantasies. When we fantasize about anything, we only think about the positives. We think about the taste of the pizza and donuts at every meal; we think about the fun we'd have and the good we'd do spending all that lottery money; we think about the chemical rush of extreme kink, without regard for the negative aspects of all those things (they do all have them). Eventually, you're going to gain too much weight and start having bad blood test results at the doctor eating like that; eventually, people will begin asking and expecting you to financially support their bad decisions and whims with that lottery money; eventually someone is going to get some form of hurt (physically/health-wise, mentally/emotionally, in trouble with law enforcement, socially ostracized, unemployed). And beyond that, I truly believe after a while of making it an actual reality, it wouldn't be special anymore, like it was when it was a fantasy. I get bored eating the same thing every day...even if it's pizza and donuts. Eventually, the money would run out or dealing with the money would get old, or it would change us in negative ways as people (there are studies about that), or all of that. Maybe even the extreme kink would get dull.

I remember when I was a kid, there were a couple of cartoons (I think Garfield was one of them) and/or children's books or something that showed the dark sides of euphoric fantasies. "No more Mondays." Well eventually, Garfield finds out that Mondays are when his owner goes back to work to get the money to pay the mortgage for the cozy home they live in and the electricity for the TV he loves to watch, and the goes shopping for the food Garfield loves to eat. Without Monday...a lot of shit went south. "Christmas Every Day" Again, the kids love this for a while, but not only are they stacking up leftovers that are going to waste cooking a giant turkey feast with 8 desserts every day, but Mom and Gramma are tired and aggravated from having to do it every day; the extended family is fighting all the time being together every day; Dad is anxious about buying all those gifts and having all those extra lights on all the time, not working to make up the money. And the kids are actually getting bored and irritable too. Maybe Christmas isn't as special if it happens every day.

I've been thinking about some of my own kink fantasy (which I think would be surprisingly extreme to some of the people who read this, honestly...another reason I don't frivolously share it), and how the romanticized ideal in my head would certainly not be reality. At the very least, even barring any of the Big Negatives happening, I think, like most other reality, J and I would eventually become complaisant about it. Reality does that. Routines form. Sameness and routine create comfort, but they also create ruts you can't grow in. That's why we need both reality and fantasy. And that's why there needs to be a difference between reality and fantasy.

Fantasy gives us ideas for how to make things better or more bearable or more fun; it gives us ways to escape and cope with a harsh or frustrating or monotonous reality. We can take select pieces of fantasy at select times to make our realities better or easier to deal with. But we wouldn't want to live inside a fantasy; when it becomes reality, the cracks start showing. And reality is what makes fantasy special. Most of us need some kind of a routine and security and trust we can fall into without thinking about it sometimes. A reality you can exist inside without being full throttle and 'on' all the time. Ever notice how fantasy is always full throttle? You're always at bat with the bases loaded and two outs in the bottom of the ninth in a fantasy, and you ALWAYS hit the grand slam. That's rare in reality. And that's what makes the fantasy special. But reality is, no one can exist that way all the time. We all have coasting times/days/years.

We need fantasy and reality, and we do need to acknowledge the difference.

#still not feeling totally great about being reblogged #but I guess I might be getting closer to that point #my writing

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karobit · 1 year

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#i could keep going but i don't think mom & dad are gonna let me spend that much

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neodracunyan · 3 days

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The Garfield Room|Gorefield AU Info

This is just a information page about this Gorefield AU that I came up with.

So I asked myself...

What if Gorefield turn his victims into Garfields/Gorefields instead of killing them?

Well on this page, I will go be you the full details about it as this will explain everything on how Gorefield would be able to turn his victims into his own kind rather than killing them and eating them alive like a freshly baked lasagna that is fresh out of the oven.

You see, after Gorefield felt lonely that both Jon and Odie are not around the empty house and he had no one to talk to, even though that he has unlimited TV shows to watch on the TV, have plenty of food and lasagna to eat that always restock in the pantry and refrigerator and have a comfy bed to sleep on and rest for as long as he wants.

But despite the many things that he has to keep himself occupied and satisfied with, he still felt like he needed someone to keep him company for all eternity.

So he decided to use his powers to kidnap innocent victims into his realm and turn them into Garfields/Gorefields by either biting them or feeding them with lasagna that he made himself.

Eating the tainted lasagna will slowly turn the person that consumed it into a Garfield/Gorefield. It doesn't matter if you are male or female, there could be possible to have a female Garfield/Gorefield.

The following symptoms include:

Hating Mondays.

Have a love for eating lasagna, pizzas, Italian cuisine, etc.

Sleeping for long periods of time like a lazy cat.

You will become lazy and more of a slob.

Watch TV for hours and hours.

You will start to grow fur, gain weight and develop cat-like instincts.

Eventually, you will soon gain all of the memories and the personality of Garfield/Gorefield.

Once the transformation is complete, there is no turning back, but there is a chance to prevent the infection.

However, it will be impossible to get the cure for the infection and the simple way to find a cure by stealing a blood sample from Garfield/Gorefield in order to find a way to create a cure for the infection.

But the only thing is how Gorefield is gonna be able to lure unsuspecting victims to his realm to inject and force them to consume his specially made lasagna.

To do that, he creates an entire bedroom filled with a bunch of Garfield related stuff and merchandise from DVDs, video games, plushies, decorations, furniture, etc. and whoever stays in the room for more than 30 minutes, Gorefield won't be far to kidnap you even when you have fallen asleep on the Garfield chair or couch and you can't escape from becoming just like Garfield, no matter if you are a man nor a woman.

Gorefield will do anything to get you to join and become just like him. Not to mention that the transformation will cause you to develop Stockholm syndrome when Gorefield acts like a very good host as he manipulates you into staying with him for a while until your fate is sealed and you never want to leave. Then when the next victim arrives in the house, you won't hesitate to help out Gorefield to make their guest to join the family.

Also the walls are filled with so many Garfield comic strips and every time a victim's soul is claimed and became a Garfield/Gorefield, a new comic strip will appear on the wall.

As for the room itself, it's big enough to be a man cave and the room will appear in any house and will replace the room in said house, but as long as you stay out of the room, it will eventually go away until it reappears in another location.

However, the room won't appear on a Monday since Garfield hates Mondays.

It can also sometimes appear in the backrooms and unlike the Hello Kitty Room, you can stay there for as long as you want and not have to fear any entities kicking you out or killing you as the only entity you'll be fearing is the cat himself. It might even be your ticket out of the backrooms as well, depending on how lucky you are in surviving the backrooms.

At first, people will try to warn people about the room, but sometimes the room can also mess with your own mind, allowing Gorefield to use that to his advantage to claim his next victim.

But for Garfield fans, they would think the Garfield Room is just a normal and harmless room and they'll think the person that knew about the secrets of the room and what happens to the person that stayed too long in the room is afraid of being a Garfield fan. Another example of how Gorefield can easily claim his next victim.

However, if anyone does have a chance to escape Gorefield in his realm or the room itself, even after 30 minutes of being in that room. The room will not disappear until Gorefield catches the person that spent over thirty minutes in the room, but won't hesitate in restoring to drastic measures to force the person to came back into the room or he will destroy all of the things that he loved that will be enough for the person to give up and accept his fate.

Another thing that might happen is that if the person is either killed in an accident or tried to end themselves to get away from Gorefield, you thought wrong as he's not gonna let you off the hook that easily as he uses his powers to restart the day before your death or prevent any mishaps that would lead to your demise.

Not even moving out of the house will help either as the room knows you are even if you tried changing your identity to get away from Gorefield.

Also, destroying the entire room as everything in the Garfield Room will not work either as everything in the entire go back the way it was before you started doing a little "redecorating" in there.

So as long as you stay away from the room when you encounter it in your own house or leave the room for less than 30 minutes, you're safe and you're only safe from Gorefield and the room on a Monday.

But remember, once you stepped in that room and stayed there for too long....there's no escape from becoming just like Gorefield and you won't want to change back once the transformation is complete.

So that's my idea of a Gorefield type of AU that I came up with. So if you want to use this information to create a one shot or use it as an idea for a story, this page will give you an idea or two.

If you have any thoughts about this Gorefield AU idea, let me know in the comments below.

Photos of what the Garfield Room would look like:

#fandom #horror #fanfiction #creepypasta #garfield #alternate universe #gorefield #scp

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briamichellewrites · 5 months

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2005. Paris’ cell phone was hacked and published on the internet. Text messages, pictures, and phone numbers were all exposed. Out of curiosity, Chester happened to look through it. He found one text message exchange between her and Bria that caught his attention. After printing it out, he brought it with him to the studio to share with the band. They were involved in meetings to plan for their next album, so he thought it would be the perfect opportunity.

Fuck you. My boyfriend is Jewish and so is our other friend. I also have a friend who is gay and two friends who are Asian. You do not get to use them to prove to people you’re not homophobic, racist, or a fucking idiot. I don’t tolerate that shit. My father raised me to respect others, no matter what. He always treated your family with respect, even though he didn’t always agree. I’m sorry you won’t be able to meet them because you’re too narcissistic and narrow-minded to think about anyone except yourself. Don’t ever say that shit to me again! – Bria

Good for her! That was the girl they knew and loved! She would be the type of person to stand up against discrimination, especially when it involved the people she loved. What did Paris say? He couldn’t find her response. It just had her text message. Bria was making headlines for being the Forgotten Hilton Sister, or that was what the press called her.

She was seen as a sister who didn’t participate in partying or getting into trouble. After people found out that Richard had another child, he was forced to confess that Bria was his biological daughter. The press tried to dig up information about her that would show her being as scandalous as Paris, but they only found out she was a quiet, law-abiding citizen. The adopted daughter of a billionaire and an investor herself. She didn’t even have a parking violation on her record.

After fighting cancer for two long years, she was finally in remission! She worked with a physical therapist to learn how to walk again. The band was overwhelmed with emotion when they heard the news! She and Brad quietly broke up because of the stress. He continued living with her to help her become independent again.

She did the exercises recommended by her physical therapist and she practiced walking around while holding onto furniture. Just like a baby before taking their first steps. Her legs were getting their strength back. One step at a time. She held onto Mike’s outstretched arms while Brad followed behind, ready to catch her if she fell. They walked halfway across the living room before she fell. After making sure she was okay, they congratulated her! That was awesome!

They helped her back into her wheelchair, where she caught her breath. Joyce and Donn were impressed by her progress. Throughout her cancer journey, they thought of her as the daughter they never had. Even after she and Brad broke up, they continued keeping her in their lives. He didn’t mind at all. After officially ending their relationship, he met a woman named, Elisa Boren.

They started dating and in 2003, they got married. He had moved out by then, as she was finally independent. Her hair had grown back to its beautiful state. She was growing it out.

She also gained the weight back that she lost. Since she was finally independent, she could drive around town and go back to her previous life before being diagnosed with cancer. Did she keep her wheelchair? No, she donated it to charity. After leaving his band, Phoenix joined Linkin Park for their second album, Meteora as their guitarist. His relationship with Mike ended after two years.

They were just two friends who worked together, instead of romantic partners. Their breakup hurt but they were able to work through it without it affecting the band. Bria bought another house for her and her cats. Tiny and Garfield were older but still active and judgmental of their human. Tiny even more so than Garfield. Humans were strange creatures. They couldn’t figure them out. She was told by the vet to keep an eye on age-related changes.

There was so much Bria wanted to do! Mike told her not to get ahead of herself. She had every right to be excited about the future, but he didn’t want her to get overwhelmed with everything. At twenty-four years old, she could do almost anything.

“You know what, Michael? The Beastie Boys fought for my right to party. So, I’m going to fucking party”, Bria said.

He laughed. After selling the house she lived in with Brad, she moved into a twelve-bedroom, ten-bathroom house in Los Angeles. It had a wine cellar that held up to fifty wine bottles, an indoor and outdoor pool; an indoor and outdoor movie theater; a spa, a separate studio guest house in the backyard, and a walk-in closet that resembled a showroom for her clothing, shoes, and handbags.

The living room also opened up to the backyard with pocket doors, making it seem a lot bigger. It was expensive at one hundred million dollars. The cats had free reign of the house. They toured the property when they moved in. Their cat beds and furniture were placed in the main floor living room. Kathy and Richard stopped by as she was hanging out with Mike. They wanted to see the place, so she gave the three of them a tour.

Richard and Kathy thought she made the right choice. She joked about not living with any boyfriends for a while. How many has she lived with? Two. They were both named Brad. They were interested in Mike, so they sat down with him in the living room. He was from an upper-middle-class family. His parents were both engineers. From his father, he was a third-generation Japanese immigrant.

His mother’s side was European. His grandfather’s family came from Japan before the Second World War. They were placed into an internment camp after Pearl Harbor. He was a producer, singer/songwriter, and rapper. How did he meet Bria? He met her in 1998 when she came to his art show at his college, Art Center School of Design in Pasadena. They dated for a while but it didn’t work out. That was fine. Did he have any siblings?

He had a younger brother, who was at Harvard studying to be an architect. They were impressed with that. Harvard was a very prestigious school and architecture was a great career. If he wasn’t a musician, he would have been an artist. What were Bria’s plans? She planned to keep being awesome. Other than that, she and Mike could always go to Saks for an afternoon.

“Now that I think of it, I’m going to meet with Rob to go over my stocks. Maybe I’ll go over and see Brad tomorrow if he’s in town.”

“Which one? Brad and Elisa are going on vacation”, Mike asked.

“Brad Pitt. I need to make sure he’s staying in line.”

How the hell did she know him? She met him in Cannes in 1998. It was cute because they met at a restaurant and he was struggling to order food because he didn’t know French. She had to translate for him. They lived together for a while.

But she left him, due to his drinking. He went to rehab and apologized to her while she was fighting cancer. She jokingly called him an asshole. Mike confirmed their relationship was odd. After her parents left, he put his arm around her. He called her adorable before kissing her. They told each other I love you before going up to her room.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia

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midisty · 11 months

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Midnight

I believe it all started in 2005. My mom, brother and I were driving in Derry, NH and we saw a sign that said “free kittens” and I saw Midnight and immediately fell in love with her. I remember the guy who had them saying “that one was my favorite” and I could see why. She was a beautiful black kitten. Along with her, we adopted Minster, an orange cat that grew up to be big and fat and Garfield like. Unfortunately Minster was hit by a car and passed. I decided not to let her run around outside anymore and began walking her on a leash. I have many photos and videos of me doing this over the years. She liked to play in the grass and climb up trees. From the beginning, I snuggled her every opportunity I got, until she was hooked. Before I knew it she was sleeping on my head, kneading my hair, and licking my ears as a kitten. I remember waking up the next day wondered if I was dreaming because she was so affectionate. My shoulders and my hair were her favorite place to be, up until I recently gained a lot of weight. She would sleep on my Buddha belly. 🤣 Every time I came home, she would meow over and over again to yell at me for being gone and to tell me about her day. Up until she got really weak, I would pat my hand on my belly and say “Midnight! Come here baby” and she would stand up on her hind paws and lean on my belly for head butts and kisses. Her and I always had a bond; an unconditional love for each other. She understood when I was upset. For example, around 2014 I had my first real panic attack. I didn’t fully understand what was going on with my body. I was so scared and thought my life was ending. She put her paw on me to let me know that everything was going to be okay. She did this often when I was upset. At night, she would always wrap herself around my head, almost as if she was protecting me. She did not get along with other cats very well, but she sure loved people. If you weren’t a cat person, you became a Midnight person. Like my grandfather, I used to try and run away from my problems, so I ended up moving to Tennessee, then Boston, and to Florida. She came with me everywhere I moved to. She was very geographically experienced. She hated car rides and plane rides, more if I wasn’t holding her during them, but as soon as she settled in and realized her home/mommy was there to be with her, she adapted quickly.

Back in December, I took her to the vet with the help of my friends donating money to me to get her seen. She had been losing weight, slowly but losing none the less. My mother noticed it and I knew I had to do something. I brought her to the vet, and she went from 11/12 pounds all the way down to six pounds. Her coat became matter and greasy and she had lost a lot of fur. I cried and had to leave work because I could not handle the news and the fact that it was irreversible. We sure put up a fight, though. Between the $60 kidney cat food, and a $150 cat dish to make sure the other cats didn’t eat it, and a lot of love, both of us were fighting to keep her going. She gradually ate less and less despite the help of an appetite stimulant, and drank a lot of water. Then, she started refusing for days to eat, and I brought her back to the vet and figured if I get her back on an appetite stimulant she would be okay. At this point, her meow was a low pitched crackly sound, verses her loud, chipper meow that she would give me when she wanted me to open a door for her to go outside.

A week went by, and she barely ate. A coworker of mine mentioned baby food so I tried that as well. She picked at it, but did not eat enough. Then there came the weakness. Midnight was walking very wobbly. Then she couldn’t use her back legs, then she couldn’t use her front legs, and before I knew it, she could not walk at all and was peeing on herself and my bed because she couldn’t get to the cat box. When I tried to get her to the cat box, she couldn’t even walk into it to pee in it. Then, there was her mouth unable to fully close. I knew her body was shutting down, so my boyfriend and I said a prayer to God and gave permission for God to take her if it was her time. She fought every day to stay alive up until the night she passed. I would eat food in front of her, and her tongue would come out, like she WANTED to eat, but her body would not let her.

The next day, it happened. It was around 6 am on Mother’s Day and I heard her meow. It wasn’t her new, low pitched meow. It was her normal, high pitched meow. I knew something was happening to her she did not like, so I held her. Then, her head started moving around and I read that sometimes they have seizures before they die, so I immediately called my mom and told her to come into the room. Not long after my mom got there, she took her last breath, and her tiny head just fell into my hands, with her eyes wide open. She was gone. God took her. I was comforted by the fact that she was with me.

I cried all day that Sunday. I drove away to a lake and screamed. I was so angry that she was gone. 18 years of my life, and then she is just gone.

As the days pass, it gets easier. I cry less. There will never be a day where I don’t think of her. She was my fur baby soulmate, and she is now my angel. I will never replace her. No animal will ever compare. While I love animals, and will love again, I will not love them like I love her. This is the circle of life, and I believe God will let me see her again. Until then, she’s hanging on tight to my heart.

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Outgrowing Spiderman - Tom Holland x Andrew Garfield: Ch 1

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 3.5, Ch 4

Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield meet on set for their newest Spiderman film. Together, they start to learn to indulge and redefine the role of Spiderman.

(edited photo creds: https://www.tumblr.com/chubbycelebs85)

One day in Hollywood, the two famous actors, Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield, found themselves drawn to each other. Though initially just friends, their shared experiences of playing Spider-Man in different movie adaptations brought them closer together.

As their relationship deepened, the two spent more time together, often enjoying cozy nights in, watching movies, and indulging in their favorite snacks. Andrew, in particular, had developed a fondness for the simple pleasure of binge-watching Netflix while devouring pints of ice cream. It was during one such evening that Tom noticed his boyfriend's once-chiseled six-pack abs were slowly disappearing beneath a soft layer of newly-formed pudge.

Tom couldn't resist teasing Andrew about his new physique. "Hey Andrew, looks like someone's been enjoying their snacks a little too much lately, huh?" he said with a cheeky grin, poking at Andrew's midsection. Andrew blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and a surprising surge of excitement from the gentle teasing. He could feel his dick twitch in response to Tom's words.

Throughout the next few days, Tom continued to playfully tease Andrew about his weight gain. He even started calling him "Piggy" as a pet name. Initially, Andrew was unsure about how he felt being called that, but he couldn't deny the thrill it gave him. His dick reacted to the teasing, and Tom, realizing the effect his words had on Andrew, decided to push things further.

One night, after a particularly indulgent meal, Tom sat down next to Andrew on the couch, his eyes filled with mischief. "You know, Piggy," he began, "I never thought I'd see the day when Spider-Man would turn into a fat pig. But I have to admit, I like it." Tom reached over and gently pinched Andrew's side, causing him to squirm and giggle.

Andrew, feeling more aroused than ever, pulled Tom in for a passionate kiss. Their hands eagerly explored each other's bodies, with Tom making a point of focusing on Andrew's softer midsection. The more Tom touched him, the more Andrew wanted, and he whispered in his lover's ear, "I want you, Tom."

Tom, ever the tease, replied with a devilish smile, "As you wish, Piggy." He quickly left the room, returning moments later with a pint of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other. He sat down on the couch and placed the ice cream on Andrew's belly, causing him to shiver.

"Tonight, my dear Piggy," Tom said, scooping a spoonful of ice cream and bringing it to Andrew's lips, "we're going to have some fun." Andrew eagerly consumed the cold, sweet treat, feeling his excitement grow with every mouthful. His dick ached with anticipation as Tom continued to feed him. Andrew's belly filled and bloated, making him feel more turned on than ever before.

Once the ice cream was finished, Tom moved in closer, the heat between them intensifying. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, with Tom paying special attention to Andrew's swollen belly, and his throbbing dick. He licked Andrew's fat belly, nibbling on it gently. Tom slapped his fat ass, making Andrew moan with pleasure.

"I want you to get even bigger, Piggy," Tom whispered seductively into Andrew's ear. "I want to see you rip out of your Spider-Man suit."

As the weeks went by, Tom and Andrew continued to explore this newfound aspect of their relationship. Tom took every opportunity to tease Andrew about his growing size, and Andrew found himself more and more turned on by the attention. His dick would twitch with excitement every time Tom called him "Piggy" or made a comment about his expanding waistline.

One evening, as they sat down to watch a movie, Tom brought out a large bag of snacks and a mischievous grin spread across his face. "I think it's time we see how well that Spider-Man suit fits now, Piggy," he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Andrew's heart raced at the thought of trying on the iconic suit in his current state. He knew it would be a tight fit, but the idea of bursting out of it sent shivers down his spine. His dick throbbed at the mere thought of it.

He slipped into the suit, struggling to pull it over his now considerably larger body. As he finally managed to zip it up, he could feel the fabric straining against his expanded frame. He looked at himself in the mirror, the once perfect fit now stretched tight across his soft belly and rounded ass.

Tom entered the room, his gaze filled with desire as he took in the sight of Andrew in the too-tight suit. He approached his lover, running his hands over the stretched fabric and marveling at how much Andrew had grown. He could hardly contain his excitement as he whispered, "You're so close to ripping out of this suit, Piggy. I love it."

As they kissed passionately, Tom's hands wandered down to Andrew's ass, giving it a firm slap that made Andrew moan with pleasure. The couple continued to explore each other's bodies, with Tom focusing on Andrew's bulging belly and his rock-hard dick, barely contained by the tight suit.

As the night wore on, the tension in the room only grew. Tom fed Andrew more snacks, watching his belly expand and the suit grow even tighter. Andrew could feel the fabric straining to contain his ever-growing body, and the sensation drove him wild.

Finally, as Tom whispered heatedly, "I want to see you rip out of that suit, Piggy," the fabric of the Spider-Man suit gave way. The seams tore apart, and Andrew's soft flesh spilled out, no longer restrained by the tight material.

The sight of Andrew bursting out of his Spider-Man suit sent Tom over the edge, and the couple shared a night of unbridled passion, fueled by their love for each other and the exhilarating thrill of their newfound desires.

Outgrowing Spiderman - Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 3.5, Ch 4