#oreo does sports

[oreoambitions]

I am begging the PWHL to get a longer theme song next season. Begging. This is like like having just the prechorus to somebody's single stuck in your head on loop forever.

#pwhl #oreo does sports

[dorkszn]

DATES WITH THE BROTHERS + choso, yuji, ryomen

SYNP — what dates with the brothers are like

PAIRINGS — choso kamo x reader, yuji itadori x reader, ryomen sukuna x reader

not proofread, big brother sukuna au, gn reader

YUJI

yuji is a fun and hyper person. he always tries to take you somewhere fun. places like amusement parks, carnivals, trampoline parks, arcades, etc. it’s never a sit-down or dull date with him.

“hey, i betcha i can win you one of those prizes.” yuji suddenly says. you turn your attention from the funnel cake that was in front of you and to the boy. “no way. these games are rigged, yuji, you can’t win.” you shake your head with a small laugh. “there has to be some way to win, there’s a few people around with prizes.” yuji replies, looking around for a moment before he finds his target. “the bottles game. first try and you got one of those huge stuff animals.” he challenges, grinning at you. “try if you wanna, you’re wasting tickets.” you hum. “you’re so mean.” yuji sighs, giving you a sad puppy look. “i am not.” “you are.” “I’ll be nice if you buy me some fried oreos.” yuji eyes light up. “deal!”

CHOSO

choso is just a bit calmer than yuji. his dates are more authentic, you can say. things like picnics, drive-in movies, top golf, aquarium trips, and fruit picking are choso’s ideas of dates. wherever he can just hold your hand and stare at you lovingly is great for him.

“woah choso, look! it’s the penguins!” you gasp, standing barely inches away from the glass of the enclosure. choso stands beside you, your fingers interlocked. suddenly, a penguin with a black stripe on his beak approaches the glass. it stares at the two of you with a blank expression. “oh my god, cho, it looks like you!” you squeal, facing your boyfriend. choso’s face flushed slightly. “no it doesn’t.” he pouts. “it has the same stripe on it’s nose. i think it’s cute.” you scoff, turning to look back at the bird. “y—you do?” choso stammers. “yeah, i do.” you nod, giving him a soft smile before pressing a kiss onto his blood mark.

RYOMEN

sukuna spoils you. he likes to act he doesn’t or as if he doesn’t like it but he does. he likes taking you to fancy or expensive places even when you tell him not to. places like nice restaurants, almost courtside seats at sport’s games, concerts, snowboarding, things like that. 

“ryo, come back!” you exclaim, struggling to find your balance. the pink haired man stands just a few feet ahead, watching you with an amused expression. “c’mon! don’t be a scaredy-cat, just come down.” he shouts. he stands on his snowboard confidently while you stumble on yours. you reluctantly push forward on your board. you glide down just for a few seconds before a squeal leaves you and begin tumbling through the snow, eventually landing at ryo’s feet. “get up, you’re fine,” he says, taking your hands and helping you up. you stare at him with a sad glare. “what’s wrong?” he questions. “you left me, asshole!” you scoff, hitting his chest. his coat protecting him from the blow. he sighs before grinning at you, shifting the black markings on his skin. “don’t be a baby, I was right here. want me to your hold your hand the rest of the way?” ryomen teases, cooing at you. “sure, whatever.” “i think you mean ‘thank you, ryo.’”

#dorkszn #dorkfilmz #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo #kamo choso x reader #itadori yuji #yuji itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #jjk fluff #yuji itadori fluff #sukuna ryomen fluff #choso kamo fluff

[ghosty-writes-23]

Incorrect COD Quotes Part. 1

WARNING: Suggestive (Slightly spicy) & dark humored content.

A/N: some of these might be a little suggestive, so you have been warned, Also V is my own female OC but can be read as x reader if you prefer that.

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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Ghost: *see’s Soap and V do something extremely dangerous and sighs* “God give me patience for these two.”

V: *overhears him* “don’t you mean strength there sir.”

Ghost: “if god gave me strength you both would be dead.”

Both Soap and V: *gulp*

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König: *gives V a beaded friendship bracelet he made* “so you can have a part of me, when your on your mission”

V: *is on the verge of ugly crying under her mask as he placed the bracelet on her wrist* “I will protect this with my life.”

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Alejandro: *pats Graves on the shoulder giving him a knowing look* “I hate seeing you like this.”

Graves *has a confused look on his face* “Like what? I'm not upset.”

Alejandro: “no in person, I hate seeing you in person.”

*Dead silence*

V: *covers her mouth to hide the fact she is laughing under her mask and fails terribly*

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V: *does something idiotic and stupid that Ghost warned her not to do.*

Ghost: *sees V get hurt* “I don’t care, I warned her that if she hurt herself I wasn’t going to help her.”

Voice over: “but ghost did really care as later that night he made sure her injuries were too serious and lightly scolded her before giving her one of his hoodies to wear and played with her hair until she fell asleep*

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Ghost: *takes off his mask revealing his face in front of everybody*

Price: “It's good to see you again, Simon.”

Soap: *lowkey checking ghost out*

Gaz: “not what I expected.”

V: “Why is everybody in this group so goddamn pretty, it makes me feel like a trash gremlin.” 

Ghost: *puts his mask back on*

Soap: “don’t worry V, you will always be our trash gremlin.”

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Price: *walks into the briefing room looking for V* "can I have my sweater back"

V: *looks at him innocently* "only if I can have my virginity back"

*Cue whole briefing room goes silent*

V: *laughs before sliding his hoodie off and hands it to him* "here you go sir"

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Soap and V are at the pet store, looking for collars for the new squad dog teddy.

Soap: “Okay we got everything, let's go already, wait where is V?”

V *is in the collar section, looking for a choker chain*

Soap: “why are you looking at choker chains, you don’t have a pet?”

V: “how do you know that sergeant” *smirks slightly under her mask and grabs the one she is looking for and places it around Soaps neck before giving it a slight tug*

Soap: *grunts and stumbles forward* “What kind of dog is it?”

V: *giggles soft before taking it off and grabs another in the same size* “ones that need to be house trained, now let's get out of here before Price rings us and asks why we are taking so long”

*Bonus*

*later that week in training Soap see’s both König and Ghost sporting what looked like dog choker chains around their necks*

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*The 141 men + V are in the common room, relaxing after training.

V: Spread me apart, lick me with your tongue, grab my sides, and eat my cream and that is how you eat an Oreo cookie.”

Soap: *chokes on his drink* “bloody hell woman.”

Gaz: *is laughing at soap’s reaction* 

Price: *gives her the disappointed dad look* “Really V.”

V: Oh come on captain it was funny.

Ghost: *is cleaning his gun but does chuckle at her joke*

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Gaz: “does anybody else notice that people that liked to be choked, hate being tickled.”

V: *feels slightly called out and starts sweating and nervously laughing* “haha, that's oddly specific there Gaz.”

Gaz: “It's like they are completely fine with you cutting off their oxygen supply, but as soon as you try to tickle them, they will kill you.”

V: *looks at him dead serious* “Maybe some people hate being tickled.”

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[scoops-aboy86]

We see a lot of chubby Steve/weight gain post-high school but I think it would be interesting to see some fics where he’s still in school. Maybe he has to give up sports due to the concussions or something?

You're right and you should say it!! I have a bit of that in my love spell no go AU, before Starcourt happens and Steve goes full trauma-fueled must be able to protect everyone I know mode. 

So... might not be what you were hoping for but I wrote an almost 3k addition to that fic, during the part where Steve is still at Hawkins High. Swim is over for the year (and Steve avoids his pool now), and while he's still on the basketball team he's also smoking weed (helps with the nightmares, getting enough sleep, better mood, etc.) and snacking more. He's in the starter belly stage but has no complaints.

Part 1, (YOU ARE HERE), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11 of the love spell no go au

The weed he bought from Munson is a godsend, and Steve wonders why he hadn’t thought of it before… only to remember that Nancy wouldn’t have approved. (Although she’s not a priss, exactly, she had barely even touched alcohol since the night Barb died. Until Halloween.) But he can sleep through the lonely nights now, which is worth even that hurtful pang of realization—that maybe, Nancy hadn’t been very good for him. 

(Sure, she had helped him study. And his grades had improved. But sometimes, too, she would smile and say, “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.” It had been cute at first, before Barb, when the smile had still been real.)

Whenever he thinks about that, or feels particularly lonely, he digs into his stash for a quick smoke out his bedroom window—never by the pool, not anymore. He gets into the habit of snacking after, even if it’s while doing his homework, because even when he’s a little bit stoned it’s somehow easier to focus on shit when he’s doing something else at the same time, and chewing works. 

(Nancy hadn’t liked it when he’d fiddled with his pencil or a rubber band or a Rubix cube or anything while she’d quizzed him with flashcards, even though he’d tried to tell her it helped. She’d fussed at him about it until he’d just… stopped.)

Other times, he zones out in front of the tv while working his way through a sandwich or a bag of chips or a sleeve of Oreos. Or takeout, a lot of the time, because his culinary skills pretty much stop at sandwiches, up to and including scrambling an egg for a breakfast sandwich. But a man cannot live on scrambled eggs alone, he’s learned that the hard way, so pizza or burgers or pasta in cardboard containers it is. 

It’s not just the munchies. After a while Steve gets into the habit of just… eating. It's not like his parents are around to notice, and Dustin and the other kids he babysits sometimes (for all that Mike protests that they aren’t babies and don’t need a sitter; what they do consistently need, however, is rides) don't care as long as he springs for enough that they can have some too. No one at school would dare say it to his face, and somehow it still doesn't manage to fully tank his slightly flagging reputation, but Steve is definitely starting to put on weight. He doesn’t care. 

He starts going to parties again half for a change of scenery, half for a change of food options. Pizza still makes a frequent appearance, but there’s popcorn and flavors of chips that he doesn’t usually buy and various kinds of snack mixes. (His favorites are anything that include M&Ms.) Sometimes, there are even cupcakes or cookies. He doesn’t dance, doesn’t even drink all that much and sticks to just beer when he does, never the punch. Most of the kids who come to these parties are there for the booze and the makeout opportunities, but he turns up to people-watch, bopping his head in time with the music if it's a song he likes, and park himself by whatever food the party has to offer. Sometimes Steve buys from Eddie if he's there, offers to share joints with him that Eddie, still wary, turns down. When the food runs out, Steve leaves.

Tonight, though, Tammy Thompson just will not leave him alone and he’s at a loss for what to do about it. She’s been talking his ear off about wanting to move to Nashville and become a country singer the entire time he’s been working on this extra large pepperoni and sausage with black olives—not his first choice, but it’s still hot enough for the cheese to stretch whenever he picks up the next slice, warm tomato sauce and grease dripping down the front of his polo more often than he can always catch with a napkin. 

“Did you want some?” he asks at some point, to be polite and hopefully indicate that he doesn’t care that she’s trying to tell him something. 

He can tell immediately that it doesn’t work, because Tammy lights up from simply being addressed, even though her answer is, “Oh, no thank you, I’m a vegetarian.”

“Right,” Steve mumbles, and crams nearly half of his next slice of meat-laden pizza in his mouth. Maybe if he talks with his mouth full. “More for me, then.”

The words come out muffled, but she still beams and offers to grab him something to drink, jumping up and scampering off before Steve even has a chance to respond. He sighs, downs the rest of the beer he’s been nursing, and takes the new one she brings him without saying thank you. Between the next pieces of pizza he pops it open, chugs it, and belches; she puts a hand on his arm. 

For a moment, at that, Steve feels a faint stirring of interest. He likes his food, did even before dropping swimming and picking up weed, and well before it started to show. Now that it has, he feels comfortable in his softer body. Good. And maybe… maybe he could handle dating someone who doesn’t mind how much he likes it. He imagines Tammy running her immaculately painted nails over his skin, places he’s noticed have been getting more sensitive lately, and suppresses a shiver. 

“Could you pass me that bowl of M&Ms over there?” he asks, testing the waters. Yeah, he could probably reach it if he stretched, but he’s starting to fill up and doesn’t feel like putting the extra pressure on his stomach. He sits back a little in his chair instead, shifting to get comfortable and laying a hand on his belly where it bows out over the waistband of his jeans. “Sorry, just, you know. Big appetite lately.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I don’t mind,” Tammy says with a giggle as she fetches the bowl for him. “Besides, you’re an athlete! I’m sure you’ll work it off in no time on the court.”

And yeah, no, that vague interest curdles immediately. As far as Steve is concerned, the only parts of himself he wants to get rid of are all in his head—the heartbroken parts, the nightmare and trauma parts, the desperately lonely and needy parts. But he’s not so lonely that he’ll hook up with a girl who’s willing in spite of how he looks, because what else could she possibly be interested in? His personality?

He barely even has one. King Steve has always been bullshit, Nancy was right about that much. 

Through the crowd, he spots curly hair and a flash of dark leather—Eddie. Good, he’d been hoping to buy more tonight, and this is as good an excuse to exit this conversation as any. 

Steve grabs a handful of M&Ms to shove in his mouth and flips the lid of the pizza box closed, handing the bowl back to Tammy and taking the box with him when he stands. “Well, enjoy the rest of the party,” he blurts. “I’ve gotta go see a guy about some drugs. Bye!”

As he makes his escape, some girl that he thinks he might have class with or something just about shoulder-checks him, but he’s solid enough that she ends up stumbling from the impact instead. The glare she gives him could peel paint… which is actually kind of refreshing, after enduring Tammy’s simpering for the better part of an hour. 

To Eddie’s perpetual frustration, now that Steve Harrington has started buying weed from him he can never seem to be free of the guy. Case in point: the “Hey, Munson, wait up!” that follows him to the backyard of tonight’s house party slash business venture. 

He waits until he’s down the patio steps before whipping around, prepared to glare and snap an impatient what do you want, Harrington, but ends up staring at a pizza box that’s being shoved in his face. 

“Pizza?” Steve says. 

Eddie blinks at the box, then at the boy holding it. “This isn’t your party. Doesn’t that mean it’s not your pizza to offer?”

“It might as well be, I’ve eaten most of it,” Steve replies. “No one seemed to notice, that makes it fair game.” 

Once, Eddie had been selling at a party and been bitched out for touching a single cookie, because those were for guests. He wants to scowl, but then his gaze flicks down to the partly open box and sees that there aren’t many slices left, eyes fixing on the evidence dripped down the front of Steve’s shirt and the way it’s… tight, across his middle. “You ate all but three slices of an entire extra large?”

He’s not sure what answer he expects to get. Maybe something like Of course not, dickhead, or maybe just, What, like it’s hard? But all Steve says is, “Yep.” And keeps looking at him with those sweet hazel eyes that seem bight and not too clouded by alcohol. 

Still, Eddie is wary. “Okay… You first.” 

Steve just shrugs and pulls out a slice, taking a bite before Eddie snatches it out of his hand. “Hey!”

“Just making sure it wasn’t poisoned first, sweetheart,” Eddie retorts, sneering for the excuse to call a pretty boy sweetheart in semi-public, butterflies stirring in his stomach at getting away with it. “Don’t worry, the rest is all yours.”

“Who’s tried to poison you?” Steve asks in a perplexed tone, folding the last two slices together to make a pizza sandwich and tossing the empty box onto the deck. Still following Eddie, because of course this is Eddie’s life. Love spell was a spectacular failure, but he’s still got the boy of his dreams following him around like a lost duckling because he’s got drugs. Fucking fantastic. 

And Eddie doesn’t want to get into the whole thing—those rumors from when Eddie had been in seventh grade and Steve had been in sixth, for all that they’re both in the same grade now, about some kid who’d been sent to the ER from a bad reaction to itching powder. There were variations where it had gotten in his eyes and nearly blinded him, or on his food and made his throat swell shut, or in his underwear and turned his dick so red his balls fell off. In reality, he had only gone to the nurse with a bad rash and hadn’t even been allowed to go home, but it left a goddamn impression. 

He doesn’t want to get into it, not if Steve either doesn’t remember the rumors or hasn’t connected them to his present day self, so he just rolls his eyes and says, “Are you looking to buy or what?”

Steve immediately brightens a bit, like a golden retriever spotting someone holding a tennis ball. “Yeah, I smoked the last I had before coming here but it’s already worn off I think.” And takes a big bite of his two pizza slices. 

So Eddie leads him to a darker nook around the side of the house for the deal, trying not to stare at the way Steve’s cheeks bow out while he chews, like a damn chipmunk. It’s cute. He’s kind of angry that it’s cute, that there’s still a part of him that lights up when Steve looks happy, satisfied, content—and right now all of those boxes are checked. 

“Want to smoke a little now?” Steve offers, once he’s paid and taken the baggie one handed, popped the rest of the food in his mouth, licked his fingers clean, and pulled out a pack of rolling papers. And Eddie pauses too long before answering, long enough that Steve takes the lack of refusal as a yes. 

Which Eddie should correct, because he usually says no to that sort of thing, especially when he’s at parties specifically to sell. He’s turned Steve down before, even; it’s like the guy has a whole thing about offering whenever he plans on lighting up asap. Eddie knows better to fall into that trap. 

But it’s a nice night. The weather is mild for spring, business has been good, and Steve licks his lips to get the last traces of pizza sauce before his tongue darts out to wet the paper and finish rolling the joint. Nice and tight, like the denim hugging Steve’s ass and thighs tighter recently. So Eddie sticks around, breaks his rule and tries to keep his face clear of any evidence that he is fixated on the few degrees of separation between smoking and kissing, heart hammering the entire time. He tells himself it’s a one time only thing, but knows he might be lying. Recognizes how addictive this could be. 

“Thanks for being here,” Steve says after passing the joint back and forth a few times, his eyes glazed and drooping. “Really needed this tonight.”

“That’s what I’m here for, man,” Eddie replies. He’s leaning against the side of the house practically shoulder to shoulder with his crush, and the high washing over him is really taking the edge off the jagged yearning in his chest. Like, he still wants, but he’s happy just floating in the present moment, content with the indirect sharing of spit. And this is… This is okay. 

Surprisingly okay. 

It throws Eddie for a loop because it’s at odds with the whole King Steve image. The whole puppet master persona that isn’t a bully, but can with a few words cut someone down socially to where the bullies could reach them, if they so wish. Popular kids at Hawkins High walk around with their noses in the air like they’ve never smelled a fart and refuse to start now, but this is the guy they turn around and start brown-nosing. King Steve isn’t nice, he’s used to being waited on. Kings do not say thank you to the court jester for simply carrying out his profession. 

Just Steve, though, is different. Just Steve is chill and finished most of an entire huge pizza while mostly sober, is filling out his clothes even better these days in Eddie’s opinion, and currently looks the most at peace he’s ever seen a person. No walls, no guard… Just Steve. 

Okay, that one split joint had gone straight to his head, god damn. 

“Well, I’m gonna take off,” Eddie announces, and can’t tell if he’s said it too loud or not. He pushes off the wall with a shake of his head. “You snagged pretty much the last of my inventory, so I’ll just get out of here before someone starts handing out the torches and pitchforks.”

Steve chuckles. “Like any of those guys in there know how to make a torch,” he scoffs. He manages to say it in a way that almost makes Eddie lean in. Makes him feel like he’s been let in on some sort of inside joke, like they could but those losers couldn’t. 

Which is—Okay, so Eddie does in theory know how to make a torch, he’d looked into it for one of his earliest homebrew campaigns, but Steve Harringnton? The very idea of Steve whipping off his shirt, tying it to a branch, soaking the end in something flammable, and lighting it up is something out of fantasy. Out of specific fantasies that he has had. It snaps Eddie out of the hazy bubble of they that Steve had somehow created with just a few words, and holy shit. Was that one of the side effects of his wonky spell, or was that Just Steve?

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie scoffs back, putting more distance between them even though he does want to lean in, dammit, but he wants Steve to want it too. Even though it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask the guy if he has a ride home, or if he wants to swing by the mom and pop ice cream place on Main for desert or something; Eddie has been practicing swallowing down urges like that since he’d hit adolescence. “Find me next time you need to top up your stash, Harrington.”

He walks away fast enough that if Steve responds he doesn’t hear it, heading for the back gate that he’d left the house for in the first place. His van is parked strategically nearby for a quick getaway, just in case the party got out of hand and a neighbor called the cops. 

And if his dreams that night feature a completely relaxed Steve Harrington chewing on never ending slices of pizza and that blissful look of peace on his face, his lips shiny with spit and grease, it’s not like Eddie is ever going to tell anyone.

Tag list (comment to be added): @hotluncheddie @8em-em-em8 @anaibis @connected-dots @lawrencebshoggoth

#love spell no go au #wg steddie #chubby steve harrington #eddie munson #mentions of past stancy #tammy thompson #i have nothing against tammy but she is very much pursuing steve because of the love spell more than anything else #pre-relationship steddie #this fic will eventually be up on ao3... i just want to finish it first

[sterekchub]

Jock Derek decides to get into the competitive eating game. Starts a YouTube channel. Gets some fans, who suggest crazy eating challenges. Derek keeps pushing himself to fulfill all the ridiculous challenges, but his stomach is so stretched out that he’s hungry all the time. Starts gaining weight. Slowly, his eating challenges videos just become mukbangs as Derek goes from jock to exjock to chub…and eventually Derek starts showing off his growing belly as he goes from chub to just huge fatty.

"W-Welcome ...*BBBRRRpp*... to Eatin' ...*blurrrRPPP*... w-with ...*BRRRPPpp*... Derek

10 Viewers "Hey...I'm Derek. I twisted my ankle during practice so the Coach benched me for the semester and if I don't play, I don't get money towards my tuition. So umm....I'm not sure how this works but my friend makes money gaming on his channel so I thought maybe....I'd start reviewing local restaurants or campus food or something."

You turn off the chat, disinterested. There's enough bad food ASMR and mukbangers online, he's attractive, but nothing special. You have better things to do than watch him fumble his way to unwrapping a Chipotle takeout bag like it was something special.

50 Viewers You find yourself back on Derek's channel a week later. He still looks uncomfortable in front of a camera. His room isn't even set up to stream, a bunch of random lights behind him and his dinner clearly on the desk next to him, 2 liter of soda and some Pop-Tart boxes. You're about to click away when the otherwise dead-chat pings:

Try the 2L soda challenge!

Derek nods and brings the soda bottle up to his lips. "Easy," he brags, suddenly much more confident and you get the aura of a cocky, self-assured jock. He chugs the entire bottle down within 2 minutes, waving the empty bottle in front of the screen and letting out a long burp. "Done. Damn, I need some pizza after that..."

He goes back to sitting there in mostly awkward silence as he scrolls on his phone, clearly ordering food. You leave the stream again. 200 Viewers You can't help it - you check back into Derek's stream. He's gained more followers in the last few weeks since you saw him and you see the last few videos he's posted all see to have a theme - Eating Challenges with Derek.

Looks like he's been eating well. There's more softness to his jaw and cheeks and the sports T-shirt he's wearing looks stretched a little tight.

"Tonight I'm trying the milk chugging challenge - one gallon in one hour."

The chat is more active than usual.

Got Oreos to go with that?

Derek holds up 3 boxes "not going to get through all that milk without them."

Gotta love jocks who eat like they're still training

if he pukes, I'm leaving

Bet he's done this before

Derek finishes 2 boxes of oreos and the entire gallon of milk, ending the stream reclining in his chair looking satisfied, hands rubbing his milk-swollen gut.

500 Viewers Derek has become your new favorite streamer. You're not sure if he knows the chat is entirely full of feeders egging him on, but he clearly loves the attention and is willing to do almost anything for donations.

"Thank you to *feedemup72* for the donation, tonight's challenge is $100 at Taco Bell." He points at several bags sitting next to him. "Actually $108 because I got 3 sodas, hope you don't mind."

Only his top half is visible as his streams, but in the last few months he's developed a curve to his belly that presses into his computer desk.

damn he's gotten fat in a few months

ii hope he does the donut challenge next

Derek slows down when he's three quarters of the way through. He shoves the last bite of a burrito into his mouth and groans. "Don't think I can do this one." He's got rice spilled onto the front of his shirt, and a few inches of bare, furry belly are visible where his bloated stomach is pushing his shirt upwards.

You're feeling reckless and type into the chat '$20 if you can finish 3 more burritos." You can see the determination as he leans forward to grab another from the pile, like it's the winning point his team needs. "Uggh I might burst..."

1000 Viewers "I'm getting a little chunky," Derek laughs, standing up in front of his computer with both hands lifting up his pudgy middle. It's not only his middle that has gotten thicker. His jeans look painted on and his shirt is so tight you can see the lovehandles just starting to poke out over his jeans. "Hope the coach doesn't mind. Got my clear bill of health for my leg so practice starts again tomorrow." are you still going to stream? Sure the coach won't mind you waddling on the field? forget sports, fatboy, you were made to eat! "This might be my last one in a while, practice keeps me busy. But for my last challenge- I got a cake to celebrate!" It's just a plain cheesecake, but Derek looks at it like it's better than sex. The little groans of pleasure he makes when he takes a bite somehow feel dirtier than watching him devour the entire thing in under 45 minutes. 3,000 Viewers It's been almost 6 months since Derek's last stream and you've almost forgotten about his channel entirely when you see he's gone live again. His follower count has almost triple and the chat is swarming with excitement at his return. OMG finally he's got to be 300 by now has he said anything no he's been eating for almost an hour! Think he knows he's live? Are you okay? You can't take your eyes off the screen. Derek has Chinese takeout containers in front of the screen and is digging into them like he hasn't eaten for months. The arms on his gamer chair are no longer visible under hefty love handles and his belly is fully resting into his lap by several inches. Derek keeps eating, double chin wobbling with each fast-paced bite, until he finally stops to reach for a can of soda. He drains it in one go and then looks at the chat, still shoveling food in his mouth as he talks "c-coach ...*mnfgghhhulp*... kicked ...*mmnnch*... me ...*chew... o-off ...*nibble*... de ...*gnaw*... team." I'm sorry too fat for the team? Look at him- he's not running anywhere! He hasn't stop eating What a fucking pig You have to know, typing in the chat. "$50 if you tell us what you're weighing in at." You watch as Derek scans the chat and reads your message. He finally puts down the food and stands up to show himself off to he chat. "Three-twenty-seven." From the size of his hips and ass as he turns, you would have guessed closer to 350. He looks upset, pinching and grabbing at the excess blubber that's thickened him up everywhere, but when he sits back down and grabs another soda, he almost looks relieved. "So.. guess I'm back to streaming. Any suggestions for another *gulp* *swallow* food challenge? 5,000 Viewers Doesn't look like a jock anymore he's a fucking blimp any ideas how to blow him up more bet he'd eat straight lard if we paid him fuck look at that gut Did he really just fall asleep? bet he wakes up and starts eating again You're $500 poorer- but looking at the size of Derek, it seems like money well spent. In the last three months, you've paid Derek to do the ice cream gallon challenge, the milkshake challenge, the donuts-burger challenge, and the carbo-load challenge. And you were also to blame for the current stream. Tonight had proven too much even for his monstrous appetite and he had needed a break, too full to even speak, just sitting in front of the computer groaning and grunting and burping, rubbing his boulder of a belly until his overstuffed moans had turned into tree-splitting levels of snoring. The last quarter of his fifth footlong cheesesteak (With extra cheese and meat of course), fell out of a pudgy hand and onto the floor. Derek had weighed in at 398 last night, and you impatiently wait for him to wake up rounding out the scales at over 400lbs of blubber. 10,000 Viewers

This stream was a special one. Derek had tipped the scales at a whopping 500lbs, reluctantly heaving himself out of his bench-sized seat to show off for the chat just where all of those pounds had piled on to. Face swollen with fat, his jawline completely obscured by chins and a tire-sized neck. Thighs wider than his former waist, and of course, the unmistakable belly which was not so round and lard-filled it rested on his knees when he was sitting. "Finally hit a follower milestone," Derek wheezed proudly, wiping sweat off his forehead from the exertion of just standing for several minutes and then collapsing back down into his seat. It creaked ominously. On instinct, you check his Amazon wishlist. Candy, funnel, XXXXXXXXL shorts, more candy, bariatric scale...huh. No bench. Guess he thought the one hw as currently straining was going to last longer than it sounded like. "So someone sponsored to me to eat a hundred-thousand calories, one for each follower!" You thought you misheard. 100,000? That can't possible be right. And Derek was popular sure, but with a niche group. You double-check and his follower count was sitting at 10,002. Confused, you check the chat. did he say 100,000!!? looking and thinking like a pig no one said jocks were smart That's going to take days think he'll realize? too late to back out, he took the money That's like 30 pounds of calories. No way is he going to do it! Derek was reading the chat and checking his phone in confusion. "I did...misread a bit there." Do it eat it 100,000 blimp he's gonna pop come on fatty, EAT EAT EAT! Derek still looks confused, but puts his phone away and smacks a hand to his belly. "I can handle it. Better start now..." You can't watch the entire stream, having to pull yourself away at some point to go to bed and go to work. You haven't missed much - Derek sits at his computer, struggling to his feet every few hours to get his latest food delivery he doesn't bother to turn off the livestream and everyone gets' a perfect view of Derek's swinging, wobbling obese frame as he slowly shuffles in and out of view. Even at night, he waddles out of view to go to bed but leaves the stream running, his snores rattling around the empty room and the only view the staggering amount of fast food containers thrown haphazardly everywhere. Think he'll reach 600? he's too fat to stop now he should eat like this all the time It takes Derek 2 days to eat it all. Even for someone used to all the eating challenges, Derek was eating with a frenzy and a determination you'd never seen. The chat kept his calorie counter for him, and he was absolutely struggling to keep on pace, looking like every bite was a Herculean effort. You tune back in, the afternoon when Derek is down to his last 2,000 calories in a bag of greasy burgers and fries and milkshakes. He looks bloated and fat in a way you've never seen, like at any minute he was going to just start expanding and become a fat filled-balloon the size of the room. His body was clearly protesting, Derek had to keep taking longer and longer breaks inbetween to massage his belly, although he couldn't fully reach around it. Gurgling farts and thunderous belches that chat kept telling him meant he had room for more. 100,000 calories. Almost done. Just a few more... Derek guzzled down the rest of his milkshake and looked triumphantly at his camera, eyes glazed over and face smeared with food.

T-Told ...*puff*... ...*BRRPFFBLTTT*... you ...*uhhnngh*... ...*thbbbt*... I ...*hmphhh*... ...*Brrbllpfft*... c-could ...*blurrRRPPP*... ...*Splrrpffrtbtlt*... do ...*BRRRPPphh*... ...*Frrrpffltbtt*... it.

#Ummm i was trying something new #let me know if it worked #or didn't #this is just me writing kink fic vaguely tied to teen wolf tbh

[hetaologist]

APH America "Ethnography" and Headcanons (SFW)

The United States of America, Alfred F. Jones, Mr. Stars and Stripes, 'Merica, Pretty Boy, um... or just simply America.

Here is a list of data I have gathered from this country and oh boy, what an interesting specimen we have here....

Ethnography

You will find this find this mythological creature at your local Walmart superstore during the evening hours on a weekday, sporting flannel loungewear pants (The plaid kind), a cotton t-shirt that definitely has been worn no less than two (2) times, Old Navy $1 flip flops, and a gray jacket.

When asked about his late night runs to the popular supermarket chain, his answer is just simply:

"There's nothing else to do and no where to go."

America's Cart Inventory for March 22nd:

One (1) package of "Mega Stuf Chocolate Oreos" for $5.97, One (1) 6-Pack of "Starbucks Frappuccino Chilled Coffee Drinks" in Caramel Flavor for $7.98, One (1) Family Sized Bag of "Flaming Hot Cheetos" for $5.94, One (1) "Furby Interactive Toy" for $39.19, and One (1) Stick of " Axe Apollo Men's Deodorant Stick" for $4.97. Total of purchase was $64.05 before tax.

When questioned about the "Furby Interactive Toy", he replies:

"Yeah dude, there's this thing I wanna make that's called a "Long Furby". Wanna come by my place and check it out?"

I agreed to the invination as it would give me a better look into his living space and lifestyle. He's very friendly person.

Living Space (Home):

Oh dear god, why did I agree to come here?

House is a what you would expect from a typical American college student such as:

"Saturdays Are For The Boys" banner flag, Marvel and DC posters, a very unsettling looking blue leather couch that looks like it has been through hell and back, random dumbbells and untouched exercise equipment, every game console from the 1972 "The Magnavox Odyssey" to the PS5, action figures from various popular TV shows and comics, an old KFC bucket with half eaten chicken on the coffee table and a shelf with a huge vinyl record and CD collection.

Conclusion: What a fucking gross nerd.

America offers a cold can of Coca-Cola, I accept it.

He shows me a very long light blue "Long Furby" from his collection, further proving how much of a dork he was.

When asked what kind of music he liked (in regards to his music collection), he replies:

"That's hard to answer, it changes every week. Because of my diverse music, I pretty much like everything. One week I could be listening to 1980's classic rock, 2000's techno-pop, Bluegrass Country, 1990's Hip Hop or anything. But, if I had to give you this week's favorite artist, it would have to be Taylor Swift and Doja Cat."

"Interesting..." I replied.

I have recorded enough data for today (the smell was bothering me) and left his home to do further extensive research.

Headcanons:

America has a deep love for cars and trucks, he can be seen working on his vintage 1968 Dodge Charger R/T called 'Thunderbird' (an absolute speed demon that can reach at top speeds of muthafuckin' 156 mph), and his enormous 2019 Ford F-150 'Big John' that he loves to drive to world meetings because he is a total stud muffin showoff.

Oh yeah, he defiantly modded 'Big John' horns with airblasters. So when he parks his car and he sees other nations come out of their vehicles, he pounds on that horn and scares the living shit out of them.

He totally does 2 am donuts in the Thunderbird the front of Walmart parking lots with his brother Canada to freak him out.

Other than seeing him work on his cars while listening to "Waking Up in Vegas by Katy Perry" on the radio, he's in his room sorting out his action figure and comic book collection.

Damn, what what a geek.

He has an eBay account where he buys, trades and auctions his collection as his interests constantly change.

If you think him being a geek, dork and a nerd is gonna save him from getting a basic ass Stanley cup, you're wrong.

He has a navy blue one that he takes to meetings and he would get dirty looks from the other nations.

"Goddamn it America, you do not need that much coffee."

"Fuck you, you scone sucking twink. It's not coffee, it's the Panera Super Charged Lemonade mixed with Redbull."

"I beg your fucking pardon..."

He gave Canada a red one for his birthday that he also takes with him to meetings.

"Canada, mon ami~. That better not be that merde American drinks that makes your heart explode."

"No, it's Tim Hortons iced coffee."

"Well.. that's better than what America drinks..."

#hetalia headcanons #hetalia axis powers #hetalia oc #hws #hetalia world stars #hetalia america #aph america

[sharkdream3421]

Gang Orca X Reader - Context (Full Version)

Word Count: 5516

Gang Orca is so OP and this badass cinnamon roll deserves more attention!

Pro heroes protected many innocent civilians from villains, and you had so much respect for them. They were the reason Japan was not literal hell right now. You knew many of the pro heroes, and could tell what some of their real intentions were. All Might seemed like a great guy, he fought for justice, kept the people of Japan's morale high, but he is a human and they are not perfect. There was something going on behind that smile, you just knew it. Endeavor came off to you as a jerk, and as a selfish person. Some rumors have been spreading around that Endeavor secretly abused his family, but you weren't sure if they were true or not.

Then there was him...Gang Orca. He was difficult to figure out.

He seemed to come off as an imposing figure to you. You heard that he scares off children and is ranked number #3 as heroes who look like villains. You couldn't figure out his morals. Did he fight for justice? To protect civilians? To be famous? You had no idea. You were hoping that you could figure him out someday.

You worked at a shoe store, you sorted shoes, placed shoes in their designated location in the store, and you pretty much just work there. Your boss was a jerk, he would bully you, and sometimes even harass you. Although, you needed this job, your fiancees were fine, but that was due to the good enough salary you had from this job.

Your job was a little less worse due to one of your co-workers, and happened to be your best friend. His name was Aalto, he was a great friend to you, and treated you with compassion. Aalto does have the tendency of not being confident sometimes, which can be a problem when you are being bullied by your boss as he won't step in to save you. His quirk was water control; meaning that he could control movements of water however he wanted. He could make a cup of water that had a flat surface, and turn it into a cup of water that had mini waves, sloshing around in the cup. His appearance consisted of having a great white shark head, and the rest of his body was human. This special appearance that he had didn't impact your friendship with him in the slightest. You and Aalto would sometimes do some light flirting with each other. Sometimes you would give him a boop on the snout, and sometimes he would give you a quick hug. Aalto had asked you out a month ago, which surprised you. You only saw him as a friend and not much else. He was saddened, but he told you not to worry as he told you he understood and you two remained as friends.

You sorted out the last shoe box, and decided to go take your lunch break. In the break room, you and Aalto sat by each other eating your food. Your lunch had consisted of a ham and cheese sandwich, carrots, oreos, and rice. Aalto's lunch was pretty much just fish since he was a predator.

"So Y/N, are you coming to the sports festival?" Aalto asked you.

You looked at your friend in confusion, "Sports festival? What sports festival?"

"U.A. is having a sports festival with it's students being in it. I'm planning on going, do you want to come?"

You looked at down at the table, thinking of what to say. You weren't really an outgoing person, public people annoyed you, and you just wanted to get away from the chaos as villains run around the streets in many shapes and forms. A hero could just come and save you, but there was no guarantee that they would keep you safe, or they would defeat the villain. So, you preferred to not go to big events.

"I appreciate the offer, I really do. But, I just don't feel comfortable being in a place with hundreds of people," You replied.

"Oh, okay I understand. I'm sorry if I pushed things too far."

You looked at him with a smile, "It's okay, it's the thought that counts!"

You were suddenly interrupted by a manager, "Hey you two, we have a pro hero coming today to get some shoes so make sure you guys act on your best behavior." With that in mind they walked away.

"A pro hero?! Wow that's amazing, I wonder who it is!" Aalto spoke with curiosity and being excited of course.

A pro hero hmm... you thought.

~~~~~

You started stacking the shoe boxes in over the men shoe section. There were many types of shoes such as dress shoes, tennis shoes, athletic shoes, and basketball shoes. You were stacking boxes one on top of the other.  You never had a pro hero come to your job before. They wouldn't need to come since they have sponsors and people from the government that can get them the stuff they need. So this was pretty much a big surprise.

You were about to finish another row of stacking shoe boxes until a deep, handsome, and familiar voice interrupted you.

It was Gang Orca!!

You were just about to talk to him until you accidentally hit your elbow on one of the shoe boxes with a significant amount of force. This caused all of the shoe boxes to fall on both you and Gang Orca. You only had one thought...this was utterly embarrassing.

You looked at Gang Orca to see that he was holding up his big, and strong arms defending his face from the boxes that had fallen onto him. You had to say sorry right now!

"Oh my gosh, Mr. Gang Orca! I'm so sorry about this, I didn't mean for this to happen," You said politely.

Gang Orca's red eyes then opened up and then gazed down at you with an apologetic look on his face, "No, this was my fault ma'am I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have sneaked up on you like that." He takes a moment to look around himself to notice that a bunch of shoe boxes fell on the floor, which was from your neatly stacked rows of shoe boxes that you spent thirty minutes working on.

You noticed that Gang Orca started to bend down and pick up the shoes boxes that were on the ground. You studied him for a moment to notice that he wore a white t-shirt, along with a neat pair of sweatpants. He also had a muscular build. You were sort of surprised to not see him in his hero wear.

"Here I'll help since I'm the reason this happened," Gang Orca explained.

"Thank you sir, I really appreciate the help," You replied.

"Of course, I really don't mind helping out."

Gang Orca started to stack boxes with you for over five minutes. You both talked to each other during that time and started to connect to one another more. He was very polite and formal, which made you feel like he was always treated as a pro hero than just a normal civilian. Though it seemed as there was one rule in your mind for pro heroes. Once a hero always a hero.

Once the boxes were stacked, Gang Orca apologized once again and offered you to get some coffee as an apology, which was a little surprising. Although, you remembered that he was a pro hero which was pretty significant in reputation, but at the same he is offering to get you some free coffee. So you accepted, and told him that your shift would be ending in a couple minutes.

Gang Orca bought a pair of white dress shoes, made his way to the cashier, and waited outside for you to finish your shift.

~~~~

You sat at a table at the back of the restaurant in Starbucks. Surprisingly, no one was there so it was just you and him drinking your coffee and getting to know each other better.

"So, why did you come to the shoe store? Don't sponsors supply you with shoes back at your home?" You asked the orca man.

"Yes they do, but... I missed going out and doing things myself. I've just been so busy with hero work, that I just haven't had the chance to."

You nodded in understanding as you drank some of your coffee. Once you set the cup down Gang Orca surprised you with a question.

"So what is your quirk?" He asked.

You don't like revealing your quirk to people, it kind of disturbs, and scares them. It's the reason why you read people like a file.

He noticed that you hesitated, "It's okay, I won't judge you." Gang Orca reassured you.

You took a deep breath and spoke, "My quirk is accurate speculation. It's pretty much in the name itself, I can guess things pretty accurately like how much sugar is in a Twix bar, or a person's motives. Although, I would need information from sources to speculate those things of course. The five senses play a big role in that. I try to avoid using it though as they are scared that I can get into people's private things that I shouldn't know about."

Gang Orca didn't look disturbed or scared in the slight if anything he seemed very interested in your quirk.

"Mr. Gang Orca, your not scared or frightened?" You questioned.

"Of course not, I'm not scared at all. If anything it must be interesting of having the ability to make accurate predictions. Also, please call me Kugo. Say, I haven't heard your name yet?" Kugo replied with a smile coming from the side of his mouth.

"Oh, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Kugo!" You replied back happily, shaking his hand in acknowledgement.

You continued to talk to Kugo, learning about why he wanted to become a hero, his favorite food (its fish obviously), and his appearance problems. Kugo asked if you were surprised to see him behind you at the shoe store because of his appearance or just his mere presence. You answered truthfully and told him that you weren't expecting to see a pro hero to come and talk to you, and that you didn't mind his appearance despite many others being afraid of him because of his looks.

Kugo stared at you for a moment, with a little intense gaze. He searched your face for any indication of showing that you were lying. He was reading you like a computer scanner, almost like he could see through you. He didn't find any sort of indication that you were lying, and it made his face go slightly red.

"Thank you Y/N, for accepting me and not being afraid of my appearance. You have no idea how many people see me and run away at the horrible sight that is in front of them." Kugo replied deeply reflecting on himself and society as he looked at his hand.

Kugo's face then suddenly turned a deep red, and immediately became a little awkward. "Y/N, if it's okay to ask. Would you go out on a date with me?"

You couldn't believe it a pro hero was asking you out on a date. You trusted this man enough, that you told him about your quirk. He then didn't judge you. He was a hero, and to know that you seemed special to him, made your day. You developed a soft spot for Kugo.

"Ye-yes of course Kugo."

You both exchanged numbers, and you thanked him for the coffee. As the gentleman that Kugo was, he paid the bill and offered to take you back to your apartment. You agreed, and were escorted home safe.

You sat in your comfortable arm chair as you looked at your phone to see a text message from Kugo.

Kugo Sakamata: Can't wait to take you on that date;)

A smile appeared on your face as you typed a reply to Kugo.

Y/N: Can't wait to see you again!)

Aalto is the dude with the shark head! You can find him in the season 2 festival arc, he appears in the crowd.

~~~~

"Your going on a date with Gang Orca?!" Aalto said very surprised at this sudden news.

You and Kugo arranged your first date to be at a movie theater, you were both going to watch a movie called, "The Invisible Boy." The movie seemed interesting to you and so you decided that it was a good time to watch it now with your date than later.

Right now you were at your job, telling Aalto that today was the day you were going on your first date with the pro hero, Gang Orca. Aalto seemed a little distressed at first, it seemed as if he was jealous?

Aalto shook his head and then exclaimed, "I...I mean I'm happy for you Y/N!"

You ignored his jealousy, you were appreciative that he's trying to be there for you regardless if you're not hanging out with him.

You give Aalto a quick hug, "Thank you Aalto, your support means a lot."

He looked a bit unsure, but then gave you a quick smile. "Of...of course Y/N!"

~~~~

Once your shift was done you quickly got your stuff from your locker and quickly made your way back to your apartment. You took a quick shower and dressed yourself up in a pair of jeans, a pink shirt, and a white hoodie. It matched the color of his hero outfit, which made you chuckle a little. You heard a ring from your cell phone and quickly looked at it.

It was a text message from Kugo!

Kugo Sakamata: On my way to your apartment see you soon;)

You just screamed in happiness.

Your apartment was on the first floor, so he could just knock on your door. You waited for about five minutes to suddenly hear a knock at your door. You quickly got off your arm chair and opened the door to find Kugo standing in front of you with a bouquet of flowers. He wore a pair of jeans, along with a red vest, and a red tie. He looked amazing.

"Kugo, you're here! Oh, are those flowers? Thank you so much!" You smiled happily.

You quickly went inside your apartment and set the flowers on the table and then made your way back to Kugo.

"Are you ready to go Y/N?" Your date asked.

"Uh huh."

Kugo closed the door and you walked to the theater, which was about six blocks away. As you walked you didn't forget what Kugo said why he wanted to be a hero.

"I wanted to be a hero because I'm always judged by my appearance. I want someone to recognize me as a hero, someone who wants to make the world a better place, someone who wants to keep people safe, and protect them."

Kugo, I like you because of who you are, and your personality. Your appearance doesn't matter to me. All you saw was a pure and soft heart, and someone that you liked. Your heart rate suddenly speed up a little. Was this what it felt like to...love someone?

You came back to reality to find that you were halfway to the movie theater. You wanted to start a conversation, having the walk being silent the entire time was a little uncomfortable.

"So Kugo, I hope your okay seeing this movie. I heard it was good, but also sad. I hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable in any sort of way."

Kugo smiled at you and put a hand on your shoulder, "Don't worry about me Y/N. I won't feel uncomfortable, just as long you are with me my day will always be brighter."

You chuckled at his flirting, "Same here, as long as I have you Kugo. I have nothing to worry about."

"I see the colors of your outfit match my hero outfit," Kugo mentioned.

You gasped, but then giggled. You knew he would figure it out eventually. "I knew you would figure it out. It shows how much I appreciate what you do for the people of Japan, Kugo. In my opinion, your my favorite hero."

Kugo looked slightly away from you with a deep red blush on his face, which made you chuckle a little. Kugo loved hearing your laugh, it felt like heaven to him.

You two finally made it to the movie theater. Like the gentleman that Kugo was, he opened the door for you, which resulted in a "thank you sir" coming out of your mouth. You both got your tickets for your movie and you both quickly made your way to the auditorium. You didn't want any concessions, all that mattered was sitting with your date in the movie theater. You both sat in the middle of the auditorium and relaxed in your seats. Due to Kugo's reputation as a hero, he was able to get the recline chairs that were available for VIP's only.

Trailers started to play as you both just sat in your recliner chairs and enjoyed the ads. Without you knowing, Kugo looked at you. That smile on your face, it was...beautiful. You looked like an angel. He had butterflies swarming around in his stomach. He was infatuated with you, and to hear what you thought about him back at the cafe. To know that you didn't care about what he looked like. It made him fall for you. Your face being illuminated by the bright screen, made your features even more dazzling. Kugo wanted to kiss you, he wanted to make you his. He hesitated, for a reason. He was worried about your future. Did you even want to become close with a pro hero? What about the danger you would be in, if your relationship went worldwide? You would be flooded with reporters and many fans. He didn't want to overwhelm you, so he hesitated on kissing you. Did you even love him at all? For now he would just sit in his seat enjoying the trailers, and the movie with you.

~~~~

The movie had ended, and you rated it 8/10. The use of sad scenes and character development was masterful. You just wished the movie had a little more heart to it. Although, honestly seeing the mother hug her sad invisible son was heart wrenching to you. Both you and Kugo cried and comforted each other. You both started to walk towards your apartment and soon end your first date.

There was something nagging at you. Kugo Sakamata was a pro hero, and what you have heard about him was that he was very serious sometimes. Was Gang Orca merely just a safety shield of Kugo Sakamata? It was as almost he had a split personality or something. What if you visited him at his office? Wouldn't he treat you as if your a nuisance or declare that you get out of his office? You didn't know the full extent of his reasoning and actions of why he became Gang Orca. What was his reason for acting so serious? This really troubled you.

Once you both reached your apartment, you both looked at each other in the eyes. His eyes would have been horrifying to a child and would have definitely scared them off. Although, after your thoughts from the walk to you apartment. You didn't know who those eyes belonged to.

You quickly looked away from him obviously troubled, "Tell me who am I talking to? Gang Orca or Kugo Sakamata?"

Kugo's expression turned into one of worry. "What do you mean Y/N? I'm Kugo Sakamata, I always have," He replied with confusion in his voice.

You started to impersonate him, as Gang Orca to get your point across. "Gang Orca doesn't care about relationships, Gang Orca will train the student's really hard so they can finish their training, all Gang Orca cares about is his job nothing else!" You shouted at him.

Kugo looked shocked at your sudden outburst.

"How can I trust you if I don't even know that if I visited your office, that you wouldn't just yell at me to get out. I just don't know I...I..." Tears started to well up in your eyes.

"How can I not know that you will be aggressive towards me, and that you will just push me away. I'm in love with Kugo Sakamata, NOT Gang Orca!"

Kugo did not know what to say. He was speechless, no one had never spoken to him on this much of an emotional level. You had even admitted that you loved him. He figured out what you meant, and that was the fact that he used his appearance as Gang Orca to intimidate others. He had a completely different demeanor when he was Gang Orca and not the fully kind and compassionate person he was as Kugo Sakamata. When he first saw you, he balanced himself between being Gang Orca and Kugo Sakamata. Although, back in the cafe. You broke the barrier of him being Gang Orca, and fully exposed Kugo Sakamata by looking past his appearance. You could say his appearance was always a defense mechanism. He had no need to have Gang Orca take control in your friendship because he knew that you look up at him for his personality not his hero status.

"Thank you Y/N, for accepting me and not being afraid of my appearance. You have no idea how many people see me and run away at the horrible sight that is in front of them." Kugo replied deeply reflecting on himself and society as he looked at his hand.

He leaned down and gently wiped a tear away from your eye with a finger. "Y/N, you are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. Everyone's fear of my appearance has always felt like a barrier had to be inflicted upon me. Gang Orca uses that fear of his appearance to gain the upper hand, but you Y/N. You broke down that barrier, you love me for who I am."

Kugo then pressed his forehead against yours to indicate his version of a kiss. "I will always be Kugo Sakamata to you. No matter where you go, or where ever you are with me. I will always treat you with kindness, respect, and my love."

You were crying a waterfall of tears, he loved you back as you loved him for who he truly was behind that tough demeanor. You separated your forehead from his and quickly moved in for a kiss right where the black and white met on his mouth. Your lips could feel his rubbery skin, it felt strange, but comfortable and reassuring.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as your foreheads touched each other. "I love you too Kugo!"

Me(Author): I swear that I am going to cry...

~~~~

Ding!

You yawned as you tiredly sat up in your bed, you looked at your phone to see that you got a text from someone. You picked up your phone to see that it was 10:00 AM. Man you got a lot of sleep! There was also a text message from Kugo, which made you smile.

Kugo Sakamata or his hero name Gang Orca. Had fought the king of all super villains, which you didn't know who he was or what his motivations were, but you could tell he was the leader of the League of Villains. You saw it on live TV. It was the number #1 pro hero, All Might VS the leader of the League of Villains. Kugo was on the Hideout Raid Team, which worried you as something bad may have happened to him. In the aftermath, Kugo took a beating, but it wasn't anything major. Luckily no bones were broken, or he had no scars.

Kugo hadn't been able to go on a date with you for a couple weeks, due to the sports festival, attacking the League of Villains, and even attending to his aquarium on Okuto Island. He texted all this information to you and tried to make sure you knew what had been going on with him. You won't lie, you knew he was a busy man. You still felt this attraction toward Kugo, and you still had a place for him in your heart. Your love for him did not deteriorate.

You had changed your lock screen to it being a picture of Kugo, which was pretty easy as you just had to search up 'Gang Orca' and save it to your photo gallery. Anyway, you opened up to your messages and read the text that he sent you.

Kugo Sakamata: I finally have some time open tonight. I'm sorry for not having any time for us to hang out these past few weeks. I wanted to make it up to you tonight by going swimming together. Are you busy tonight?

You smiled as you texted back a reply.

Y/N: I'm open tonight, so yes. I would love to go swimming with you Kugo!

Kugo Sakamata: Sounds great Y/N! How does 5 PM sound?

You weren't sure why he wanted to go swimming at 5 PM compared to 3 PM? Maybe he wanted to get dinner?

Y/N: Why couldn't we just go swimming at 3 PM Kugo? Are we getting dinner?

Kugo Sakamata: It's a surprise, I think your going to love it and yes we are getting dinner before we go swimming.

A surprise? Huh?

Y/N: Okay then, I'll see you at Takoba Municipal Beach Park?

Kugo Sakamata: Yep, I'll see you there.

Y/N: Okay, sounds awesome. Love you Kugo!

Kugo Sakamata: Love you too Y/N.

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It was 4:30 PM and you were ready to head to the beach. You wore your swimsuit, along with some shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt. You then closed your apartment door, and made your way to the beach. It has been awhile, since you and Kugo were able to hang out so you wanted to show him affection much as possible.

You had arrived at a restaurant that was nearby the beach, and there you saw your beloved Kugo. He was dressed up in a light jacket, blue shorts, and a pair of shoes. Once Kugo saw you he immediately came up to you and gave you a quick hug.

"I missed you so much love." Kugo had said with so much love in that one sentence.

"I missed you too Kugo." You silently spoke back.

Kugo rested his head against yours and put his hand through your hair. "Your so beautiful like I always imagined. I couldn't bear the thought of not being by your side to protect you, to show you my affection. So, to be here now means so much to me."

You stroked Kugo's tall fin that was on the back of his head. Kugo was sensitive to the touch, but enjoyed it nonetheless.

Kugo took a little step back away from you to give you space. "Let's go get some dinner ma lady. I have so much planned, that I want to make sure that you can do all of it tonight."

You chuckled at his mannerisms and it was music to Kugo's ears. He was such a gentlemen, which was one of the things that you liked about him.

Kugo and you got a dinner table, and due to his hero status you both were able to sit in the back of the restaurant. Both of you alone from reporters, and both of you get to enjoy to have time by yourselves.

Kugo pulled your chair out for you to sit on, which resulted a chuckle to escape from your mouth.

"Thank you sir," You replied to his gentlemanly action.

"Anything for you, my seashell." Kugo pecked your hand with his snout as a makeshift kiss. This resulted in you blushing a few shades of red.

Once you sat in your chair Kugo sat in his and then a waitress comes by with menus and asks for your drinks.

"I'll have lemonade." You said.

"I'll just have water." Kugo answered.

Once the waitress left, Kugo took out a bottle of water and pored some onto his hand. He then rubbed the water all over his skin.

You chuckled, "Why did you order water, if you already have a water bottle?"

Kugo had a deep chuckle come from him and replied to your question, "The water bottle is just for my skin, I have to bring one around with me just to make sure that my skin doesn't dry out. The water I ordered is for my system, besides I was never one for complicated drinks."

You laughed, which resulted a questioning look from Kugo, "Complicated drinks? You mean soda, and other drinks mixed with ingredients?" You replied.

Kugo nodded and then started to scratch the side of his head with a finger. "Yes, I know that soda and whatever other drinks being combined with other ingredients are supposed to have a sense of flavor to them. But, drinking water is much more healthier for the body and my system."

You once again laughed at his explanation, "You would make a great gym teacher Kugo."

Kugo then chuckled again at your joke. He loved your sense of humor.

The waitress came back with Kugo's cup of water and your lemonade.

"What would you like to order off of our menu?" The waitress asked.

You both then suddenly realized that you both were so busy with talking to each other that you both complety forgot about ordering your food.

"We'll need a couple minutes to order our food ma'am." Kugo said to the waiter.

The waiter nodded and then left the room.

You both ordered your food and told your orders to the waiter. The waiter then took both of your menus and left the room. You and Kugo continued to traverse between each other in your conversations. Kugo talked about his hero work and recent developments, while you talked about hilarious moments that happened at your job. Like the time Aalto had a shoe stuck on his snout, which made you laugh.

Kugo laughed a little, but then he also growled a little at the mention of you laughing at Aalto for having that shoe stuck on his snout. Was he jealous?

"Kugo..." You said quietly as you took your hand out for him to grab. As you held his hand you put your other hand over his. "Kugo, I love you and I'm yours. Aalto is just a friend."

"I know I just worry sometimes, I'm sorry..."

The waiter came back with your food, and set both of your plates on the table. The waiter then bowed and left the room so both of you two could eat together by yourselves. Both you and Kugo's order were decent sized as you both were going swimming so you both didn't want to have a stomach ache.

Once you both finished your food, the waitress came by to take your plates and give you the bill. As the gentlemen Kugo was, he paid for the meal and then stood up and offered his hand to you in a gentlemanly manner. You gladly accepted his hand, and you both walked over to the beach. It was 6:30 PM, which was where the beach was starting to become empty of people as people went home to enjoy the rest of their nights.

Kugo and you both took off your clothes until you remained in your swimsuits. Let me just say that Kugo looked absolute stunning! He had a muscular body, and his abs were just breath taking.

Kugo then offered his hand to you, "Will you join me in the water?"

You cheeks immediately went red, but you accepted his invitation and walked toward the shore with your love interest. Your body shivered a little due to the sudden feeling of water touching your body. You felt Kugo's arm go around your waist as your hand rested on his bare back. His skin felt like rubber, which you actually started to liked feeling.

You rested your head against Kugo's chest as he rested his head on top of yours. You both moved around in the water slowly, embracing each other's presence.

You both moved positions so that your foreheads touched as he kept his hands on your waist as you had your hands on his neck.

"Y/N, will you be mine?" He asked you in a soft voice.

"Kugo, you want to make things official?" You asked him.

One of Kugo's hands ran through your hair, "Yes, I love you so much Y/N. I thought that I would spend the rest of my life alone. Knowing that everyone would be afraid of me and my appearance. No one wouldn't want to be in a relationship with a pro hero. But not you Y/N, you looked past my looks, you saw me for who I really am and I thank you immensely for that Y/N. Every time I see your face, your smile, when I hear your laugh. I just fall for you even more. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and protect you."

A tear came out of your right eye as you felt sad for him, he was such a gentleman. He would make an excellent husband someday and to know that everyone just rejected him for his looks just broke your heart. "Kugo, I will always and forever be yours." You looked up at him with a smile as you kissed his snout.

It was official Kugo Sakamata was now your boyfriend, and you didn't regret any of it. Your future together would be bright, and whatever obstacles that laid in your way you knew that both of you would overcome no matter what. You finally understood him, Kugo Sakamata was someone who wanted to be recognized as a person, not a monster. He became a hero so he hoped that one day people would realize that. But to you Kugo Sakamata, was your hero. Your knight in shining armor.

I hope Kugo gets more screen time, and character development in My Hero Academia. He has so much potential and it just breaks my heart to know that society looks to him as someone who is a hero but looks like a villain. He's not a villain by heart, quite the opposite actually. If only children realized how great of a guy Gang Orca is. I had so much fun making this mini series and makes me reflect who Gang Orca is as a character. He is best husbando!

I also have a Gang Orca POP! now! I wanna boop the snout.

Masterlist

#gang orca #gang orca x reader #my hero academia #kuugo sakamata #kugo sakamata

[kal-culator]

Subway twins reaction to any elders? Namely the Triumph Twins?

Let's start from the top:

Daleth (Isle): Emmet didn't get the chance to meet Daleth like Ingo did, so this will mostly be Ingo's opinion.

During his first encounter with the Isle Elder, Ingo's first impression of the old looking figure is that he seems rather composed and in pain. Well that part is quite obvious by the fact that he watches Daleth's mask just casually assembling itself.

The two doesn't really have much to comment about Isle of Dawn and the elder. Isle of Dawn is.. Definitely something bad had happened there and something way more horrible have happened to the elder. Nothing but pity, I suppose.

More utc because if you know me you know it gets long lmao

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Ayin (Praire): Ingo doesn't have much to talk about Ayin but that he's definitely friend shaped! The Praire's elder size sure is a surprise to him, however embarrassed he is, he won't lie, he didn't expect the giant on the ground would actually be a person.

Emmet loves him! In the younger subway boss' eyes, Ayin is like a gentle butterfly magician. The way butterfly just burst from his can (can?? Bucket??) Is just simply beautiful that are nearly comparable to Ingo's Chandelure's light!

The two overall enjoyed both Praire and the elder! Butterfly and manta go bbrrrrrr oh also Oreo! Can't forget about the good boy.

——

Teth (Forest): Oh she looks sad. The first thing they saw as they entered her temple is Teth sitting in what they can only assume to be grieving as she sit on top of her anvil.

But then they're a bit intimidated by her presence. She seems rather rude and strong headed (?? I forgot the English word I'm sorry). They see Teth as someone who are forced to keep up a harsh look to keep her people strong. Overall she seems like a respectable figure, or at least, she used to be one.

——

Sah - Mekh (Valley): Twins!!! Emmet was ready to fist fight Sah and Mekh when both of them jump the subway bosses from the sky!!!

The Valley twins are as competitive as the subway bosses. While most of the time Sah and Mekh are competitive against each other, they won't hesitate to commit a truce to challenge other competitors. They too, like winning more than anything else. They're the Valley Elders for a reason you know.

Ingo is looking at the other pair of twins with competitive respect. Compared to all the previous elders, Sah and Mekh seems like the youngest of all yet they seem to hold a high ground in the Kingdom as the leader of the Valley.

Emmet wants to battle them so bad!! The twins looks like they would be a strong trainer if they were ever to be one! It's verrryyy unfortunate that Emmet couldn't play the sport sky people play and the Valley twins can't do Pokémon battle.

——

Tsadi (Wasteland): Just like Teth, they seem to take pity on the Wasteland elder. He was a warrior, as obvious as it seems. Now stripped away from his power and authority to become a sole, lone guardian of the Vault.

Ingo takes pity more than Emmet does. He was a warden afterall, he used to have the responsibility to protect Lady Sneasler and her Sneasles. He can't imagine the anguish he'd feel if he were to fail his task back then, and he certainly can't imagine the pain Tsadi is yielding on his back after losing so much in war.

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Lamed (Vault): The twins feels a bit indecisive in meeting Lamed. The scene that played before them showed that the Elders are a sort of protectors of the world where they currently visit in, but hearing tales about the tragic fate the God of the world had given sky kid somewhat chipped away the respect and pity the two held on the elders.

Though Lamed seems just as in pain as everyone else. They seem like they too, don't like the situation they've been put in. To wield such responsibility by your King and your God. The scar on Lamed's face somewhat brought back the pity, the twins refused to elaborate further about their thoughts on the Elders role in the world.

If only they can talk to the elders. Maybe then they'd received some answers.

#prince does ask #anonymous #subway in the sky au #submas #submas emmet #submas ingo #sky cotl #sky: cotl #sky children of the light

[oreoambitions]

I'm about to watch an entire USWNT game from start to finish for the first time please pray for me

#I do not know how to soccer #but I'm here and I have the USA hat on #oreo does sports

[pajamamadonna]

Unknown Pleasures

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40337385/chapters/102174954

Because I needed a scene where Eddie and Max meet (and some time to gush over Kate Bush).

A standalone chapter from a longer Hellcheer work.

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It is a Thursday afternoon in the middle of May, the bugs buzzing—a heat to the breeze, which tugs at tendrils of their hair and cotton shirt hems. Butterflies balanced in the wind as Chrissy and Eddie lap from the mouth of the trailer, laughing. While the spring air molts its humming humidity, the overgrown grass—gnarled between sweeps of mud and snaking gravel roads—green and reaching itchy. Where the lawn blades buckle beneath Eddie’s rubber Reeboks—squashed as he struts. A pencil behind his ear—his tape deck in one fist, a stack of black-spined cassettes sliding (plastic clacking) in his other, his tongue tipped between his teeth in focus. Chrissy, trailing Eddie’s picnic table path—a textbook and binder clutched to her chest.

Pinched as Eddie notices that the table is already occupied. A slender girl slumped on its bench, her arms crossed—one red Van bouncing. Her headphones, two muffling discs absorbed by the orange of her hair. Sorrow in her stare. Eddie has seen her here before—recognizes her with a sink of sympathy. But she always scurries off before he can make conversation.

Though this time, she does not register her tripling company until it is too late to avoid the necessary grapes of greeting. Eddie, grinning as he clatters the toppling giraffe neck of tapes to the table—twisting from his waist (lean and lithe and darling) to slide the cassette player in its place amidst the wreckage. Drawing his shoulders and tugging his jeans up his hips (they had slipped). Before waving—his lips rolled in a line.

To which, the girl startles, shooting to her feet—her blue eyes wary as she snatches her silver Walkman from the table and readies to depart.

“Wait, wait wait—” Eddie urges, his palms submissive and flat—pleased as the girl unears her headphones—rhymed in a rinse of reluctance. “You don’t have to get up,” Eddie grins lazily, swinging a lolling wrist. “We’re just hanging out,” he says, hiking his knees to step (over) and settle (on) the opposite bench—moving like a marionette.

Brown-eyed beaming as the girl freezes, minding Eddie’s association with auburn uncertainty. Before she sinks back in her seat, her limbs brittle—never breaking the defensiveness of her glare.

Where Eddie looks her gently up and down—sluggish so as not to spook her. Deciding, eventually, on the girl’s slate blue band shirt, which sports a slap of sad-sack jangle pop.

“The Smiths,” he reads, sliding his elbows to the table and leaning forward with a grin. Convivial as he scrunches his nose. “They’re pretty whiny, right?” He glimmers in the kindness of his insult—as though he is admitting something shared (generous).

Still, the girl seems unsure, nodding sharply—its clip distracted as she traces the descent of Chrissy’s settling (sweet to Eddie’s left as she spreads her supplies).

So Eddie seeks to soothe the caution. “Cool hair though,” he says, pointing to the screen-printed quiff—black beneath the girl’s ginger braid. As Eddie flicks his finger towards her tape player. “Is that what you’re listening to?” He asks.

“No,” she shakes her head, stroking a loving finger along the plastic. “This is Kate Bush,” she says.

To which, Eddie presents an open palm, churning his chin with a grin—beckoning with his fingers.

Where the girl knits her brow in contemplated compliance. Before setting her jaw and pressing the black square button on her Walkman—ejecting and relinquishing the tape.

As Eddie scrapes his boxy tape player towards his chest, loosening leisurely—narrating his effort with a wordless rig of his brows. Where he opens the tape deck’s jaws and places the two oreo-cassette circles around their designated spokes. Clicking the door shut and pressing the red-arrowed rewind—back to the beginning (fruiting for the full effect). The button popping upon its completion.

So Eddie pokes a firm finger, smirking—his chin propped in his palm as the music begins to play. Carried by the synthy spine of the song’s start—its sound, urgent and odd. Overlapped, in its progression, by thick mallets (Elrond’s aqua horse hooves) thundering towards the booming beat of bright nova bursts. Brainy for the pickled belting of lyrics.

It doesn’t hurt me.

Do you want to feel how it feels?

Charged through the course of the song, its energy electric—exploratory, risky, raw, and feminine. Where Eddie sighs as the anthem concludes—his eyes eager. “Kate Bush, huh?” He steams a sloppy smile—strung as the next song starts to spin.

Slam.

It’s in the trees!

Slam, slam, slam.

It’s coming!

Earned as Eddie assesses. “She’s kinda a freak,” he welts the words warmly—appreciation in his appraisal. “So are you, Red,” he grins.

To which, the girl digs dryly. “Bit of a pot and kettle situation,” she says, smirking with the syrup of the burn.

So Eddie laughs—tracing the loops of Chrissy’s binder idly. Still, want for curating camaraderie, Eddie attempts to engage the girl once more—revealing his spread of clubs and jacks. “You’re Max Mayfield,” he says casually—recalling the brutishness of Max’s brother, his penchant for violence, and the freshness of his loss. 

Too damaged for kindness.

His death, a rock nonetheless.

Where Max swallows at the reminder, rolling her eyes in an attempt at lifting elsewhere. “Yeah,” she says, shame in the press of her lips.

As Eddie smiles to bat it away. “I’m Eddie,” he says.

“I know,” Max nods.

“This is Chrissy,” Eddie swings a hand her way.

“Yeah,” Max says, impatience in her ice. “I know.”

So Chrissy tries. “Your hair is really pretty,” she offers gently.

To which, Max blinks—blanched like she does not understand the compliment (as though she expects something different). Where she ebbs her appreciation like the briny lap of a lagoon. “Thanks,” she says (dubious).

As Eddie jostles a grin between his ears, slugged of mutual humility. “How do you like Forest Hills?” He asks, opening his arms to the clock of the trailer park, snuggled unceremoniously (forgotten) in the wilting woods.

“It’s shit,” Max spits.

“Yeah, it sucks,” Eddie laughs, the sound like charcoal.

“I think it’s charming,” Chrissy says, her voice high as she rubs the heel of her hand on the table’s edge—so clearly out of place.

Where Eddie is struck by her spirit, leaning (like a tucking tilted tower) towards Chrissy with a smug smile—ducking briefly for a kiss. And basking in the profusion of her acceptance (his belonging).

“So you two are like…?” Max trails off, her lip curled in adolescent disgust.

While Eddie ties the sneakers of her thought, answering nasally. “Dating?’ He grins, giddy with the worming wheeze.

“Yeah,” Max affirms, blushing despite her decorated boredom. 

To which, Chrissy smiles. “Yeah,” she says, placing an affectionate hand on Eddie’s arm.

“How the hell did that happen?” Max asks, before untightening—speaking hastily. “No offense,” she assuages, darting her stare from nose to nose—where Eddie cannot quite parse the intended recipient of her apology.

So he hums a throat-back groan, dawning in delivery—smiling with the sap of his equal misunderstanding (unresolved for the earning of luck). Nonetheless receiving that, which Max suggests. “You mean, how did Eddie The Freak Munson sweep Chrissy Cunningham, the Queen of Hawkins High off her feet?” He circles a grin.

“Yeah,” Max says, twisting her own soft smile.

“High charisma,” Eddie shrugs, reaching for the blank papers lined in Chrissy’s open binder—intending to crowd them with campaign brainstorming (a summer one-shot, the sun on his horizon). Prom (queasy) and graduation in the meantime. 

Warmed as Chrissy shines his knight’s helmet. “And he plays guitar,” she smiles, her front teeth tied like a bow.

“Yeah,” Max says, looking shyly to her lap—stumbling a spell. “I knew that,” she says, wincing with the reveal (a flush on her face). “I can hear you sometimes,” she explains, shaking herself for composure.

Where Eddie is touched by her sweetness—licking his lips in flattered amusement. “You play?” He asks, plucking the pencil from behind his ear—wiggling the wobble of its stem into an animated yellow triangle.

“I don’t know how,” Max says, her disappointment evident.

“I could show you a few things,” Eddie offers. “Basic chords and shit.”

To which, Max brightens—turning pink in excitement. “You’d do that?” She says, emerging for a breath. The girl beneath the glower.

“Yeah,” Eddie grins. “Why not?” He says. “Then you can write your own songs—give Kate Bush a run for her money.”

Where Max nods—noble like a squire with a sword. “Cool,” she kicks a captured smile—its coax, a relief.

So Eddie chuckles, extending his hand for a shake. “Guitar lessons, okay?” He says as Max connects (another little lamb). “That’s a promise.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #max mayfield #joe quinn #joseph quinn #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson fanart #fanart #stranger things fanart #eddie munson fluff #edissy #hellcheer #eddie munson fandom

[drewscrib]

South Park HC's Part 2 BAY-BEE

My last HC post got a lil interaction, plus I felt like writing some more because I love the little skrunkles so much SRDBVCDHGBJHGVIFCTV enjoy these !!!

WENDY

He/She/They, Genderfluid/Pansexual, half black

Favorite color is blue, but has mostly purple stuff

Decent friends with Kenny and Butters, they borrow each others clothes and Kenny gives them makeovers

They also have sleepovers together and watch horror movies that Henrietta lends/watches with them

Goes by Wendyll at school and Wendy to his close friends

Cut his hair to shoulder length because it was easier to maintain

Also ran into Cartman at the animal shelter because she wanted to volunteer and now she blackmails him

Vegetarian and student body president, hardcore activist

Loves to play the piano

Plays minecraft and is really good at shooter games

Dresses in skater fashion when masc, has likes 4 binders in different colors to match his outfits

Has like 700k on youtube and blew up on tiktok because he ruthlessly bullies conservatives online (also because he's conventionally attractive)

TOLKIEN

He/Him, Gynosexual, Gender apathetic

Doesn't care if people see him as a guy because he just does what he wants

Likes to knit in secret, knitted Kyle a new hat to practice crotchet and pretended he 'Just saw it at the store'

Has an etsy shop selling his crochet products

Chick magnet which caused Stan to HATE him at one point

Sleeps often during the day due to insomnia

Watches horror videos with Clyde because his reactions are funny

Good at math, but terrible at biology or anything science related

Has a scar going from his shoulder to his forearm from a biking accident

Can dance really well and won a few school elementary talent shows by getting sturdy

CLYDE

He/Him, Straight, white hispanic

Literally the biggest crybaby ever

Makes Tolkien watch horror vids with him so he doesn't cry

Has pissed his pants going to halloween mazes/scare attractions

Used to quote the joker thinking it was cool, now does it as a joke

Eats snow religiously, doesn't do it so much after he accidently ate yellow snow

LOVES oreos, has a sleeve of them in his bag and locker because he's always hungry

Likes sports way more then the average person

He cannot take care of his hair for some reason

HORRIBLE at speaking spanish, tries to flirt with girls in his spanish class anyways just for them to correct him

JIMMY

He/Him, Unlabeled, white atheist

Class clown lowkey

Let's his friends occasionally put stickers on his forearm crutches

Still a comedian, constantly being on stages makes him damn near unphased by public speaking

Likes to wear knitted fingerless gloves (courtesy of Tolkien) because his hands feel sore sometimes from standing and leaning on his crutches 24/7

Can only cook kraft mac and cheese, doesn't work out because he doesn't even like mac and cheese

Lactose intolerant to hell; Devours more dairy products than anyone you have ever met in your life

Failing art class because he cannot draw if his life depended on it

Has braces due to an underbite, still makes fun of Craig for having braces despite this

In charge of the schools social media accounts and announcements, has to edit out every time he calls something 'gay'

OMG AHHHH I love writing out headcanons and these were so enjoyable to write, I am gonna post more stuff tomorrow kekekeke

Thank you for reading btw! I'm gonna post art and stuff tomorrow but I kinda didn't feel like it today so I am sorry grggrgrg

#south park #wendy testaburger #tolkien black #clyde donovan #jimmy valmer #everyone mentioned is about 16 #MY FAVORITE SILLY GUYS

[delta-m]

The current iteration of Qanon is using gematrix which is Jewish letter numerology which is ironic because of the anti semitism

Anyway here’s a list of English demonic things because they equal 666

A Covid vaccine

A martial law

A Ronald Reagan

A accidental death

A Elon musk

A beating heart

A Christmas

Things with an unnecessary a added to the front are hilarious. Someone calculated Covid vaccine, saw 665 and then added the a to make it 666

Kamal Harris

Or removing an a to make it work. Equally hilarious.

Image of satan

Santa Claus

Red suit, lives in extreme temperature area, this tracks

Deutschland

Damn you country of beer, engineering and pretzels the size of your head

Burnt hair

Honestly, yeah

Nicola Tesla

Does this count for cars?

Billie Eilish

I thought she was cool before

Dale Earnhardt

The wall was in the right

Has wisdom

Old people are wise and are therefore the devil. Don’t respect your elders you’ll be respecting satan

Drag queens

Plural, so individually they’re okay but when they voltron into a super queen no good

Papa Smurf

Eddie lizard

White girl

Encoding decoded

Wait, does this count? I’m decoding the encoded numbers oh no

icosahedron

Eg a d20, especially when it keeps flubbing my death saves

Roll the dice

Watch out Yahtzee, there’s a Satan in your little red cup

The nba finals

Sports ammirite?

God’s family

Sacred church

I don’t go to church because church is satanic

Providence

The protected care of god

Name of Christ’s lord

Eternal lord father god

A god is a satan

god IS Satan!!!!!one!

Give me a sign

The number of the beast might be for you

Commercials

Agreed.

Pictures

👁️👄👁️

French fries

Oreo Cookie

Pinky Finger

Moon sun

Orangutan

US of America

It’s Friday

Plaid suit

#qanon #gematrix #numerology #Christmas #santa claus #billie eilish #dale earnhardt #caucasian #the smurfs #d20 #polyhedral dice #yahtzee #christianity #god #Satan #666 #USA #patriots #nba finals #sports #snacks #funny #lol #text post #Eddie lizard #germany #politics #nicola tesla #drag queen #dungeons and dragons

[ebachan]

Sonic Movie 2 - Product Placement Done Right

Hi,

so here I gathered what I think are product placements. I don’t know every brand, not to mention some don’t exist in my country (or I don’t know if they do XD). Like Yello Mello from the first movie. I’ve never seen it here.

With some pictures, it’s just that I can see something resembling a brand or a “specific word”. I have no clue if they were done for the movie, or if they are actually an Easter Egg for an existing brand.

I consider them “done right”, because they are “natural” part of the scene without being in the focus, they are easy to miss, or play a “role”. 

This scene near the end of the wedding is badass. Seriously, it’s both fun and a bit of action-packed. Especially from Rachel’s side. The slow motion shot of her breaking and getting off pack quite a punch too.

This is one of the rare brands I recognize :-D

Now we know Sonic has Apple iPhone without it being punched into your faces with brute force. I think you can see the logo like for 10 seconds in the whole movie.

Does this one count? I mean, I see no logo, but maybe that shape is pointing at some brand?

Well, I think those are real shops and names, so I guess that counts too? 

All I know, “lock and load” is a saying of sort from military. And as I’ve said, here I have all that has a visible logo or something like that :-D And I think this logo looks really nice :-D

This one is here for the fun. I haven’t spotted anything specific, but who knows :-D

And yes, Donut Dad uses the same phone. Makes sense for their son to have the same brand as his parents.

I find this logo nice. And it’s hardly visible, since you concentrate on Rachel and Maddie :-D

This one is super obvious and probably the most in your face. But it’s so funny to see Sonic to use the ring (he has a limited amount) to get a bunch of Oreos XD And the poor person’s reaction is hilarious, and something anybody would do too XD 

No idea what type of the car those were, but the emblems are quite visible in my eyes.

Half of the logo is kinda visible, so I guess?

Yamaha is one of the brands I recognize :-D

How exactly it was... Four Seasons Hawaii? And yes, it’s a product placement, but more like service/place placement XD In any case, it’s part of the story and a small joke. Sonic tells Tom to relax and enjoy his stay in the resort with his wife.

And by saying the name, I get the feeling it’s one of the Top 10 places to be in, so it makes sense to say it.

And to connect it, Maddie says the exact same words when Tom is pondering where Sonic can find non-human friends or just friends to accept him. He is well aware of the fact Sonic wants to socialize, but his unique nature makes it hard.

But Maddie trust Sonic, since he is a smart kid.

And then we have the scene with Sonic in the middle of the blizzard. XD Seriously, I chuckled since it was really stupid to go to Siberia without any equipment or clothes XD

Not sure if that walkie-talkie(?) logo is generic or specific.

Is that a Chao Cola Easter Egg? I read something like Chaos Sport.

I guess this is all I’ve noticed. If you have some more, reblog them :-D I would love to see them too :-)

#sonic the hedgehog #maddie wachowski #tom wachowski #sonic movie 2 #wade whipple #agent stone #product placement #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #ozzie #ozzy #sonic movie #cool #fun stuff #dr. robotnik #jeff fowler #paramount pictures #paramount

[montygreen]

15 questions

Tagged by @xoxoemynn thank you so much, marianne!!

1. are you named after anyone? nope! though funny thing about my name, my mom chose it so it’d be pronounceable for her white family, but Indian enough for dad’s family, so I like to joke that my name is as biracial as I am!

2. when was the last time you cried? it’s been a while, i think the last time was in august?

3. do you have kids? nope

4. do you use sarcasm? soooooo frequently haha

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? stealing this one, but definitely vibes of a person as well

6. what’s your eye color? brown

7. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings are my preference, always

8. any special talents? does my weird ability to write a parody of basically any song I can sing about any science concept ever count?

9. where were you born? canada

10. what are your hobbies? reading, writing, singing and playing guitar, gif making, and watching tv shows

11. do you have any pets? my two cats that i’ve had since I was 8, Cleo and Oreo

12. what’s sports do you play/have played? lol SPORTS? absolutely not

13. how tall are you? 5'5"

14. favorite subject in school? biology, my beloved <3

15. dream job? okay, let’s be real, my dream does not involve being a slave to capitalism and having to work. but I really want to be a university professor/academic

Tagging @barbarahoward, @logynnrose, @agentplant and whoever else wants to do this

[cheesysaggychick]

Beyond the Facade

(A character sketch)

He was always late, even so, always absent in class. He was always scolded by his teachers and even got lower grades than before for not submitting his school-works on time. These are some of his habits that I have noticed for a period of time. Something was definitely up, yet nobody dared to ask, or should I say, nobody cared to ask. I know something is hiding beyond that façade and I am going to look for it.

When I first met Kurt, I stereotyped him as the heteronormative boastful guy who does nothing but bully the people around him. Don’t blame me, I’ve been surrounded by those kinds of boys my entire life, and I DID not have the best experience. When we were getting to know each other, one of the main topics was our birthdays. When he brought up his birthday saying “ka-birthday ni lord”, I immediately thought, oh crap, he’s a Capricorn. 

I don’t like Capricorns. I mean, I have Capricorn friends, but like kimchi, they are an acquired taste. Anyway, there was a long debate with our fellow classmates about whether he really is a Capricorn, until he said his birthday was December 21st. It was a day before the “cutoff”.  Funnily enough, he is a Sagittarius like Alec and me. Although we do joke sometimes about how he is not welcome because he’s too quiet to be a Sag, which he is, the same as me.

Surprisingly, Kurt was one of the main people who truly understood me. Now that I can talk to him every day, being sat next to him in class, I get to know him better. 

I remember venting about my problems in life to him, and he just said “Inggit lang sayo yung mga yon”, like a brother I never had.

Of course, my insecure self did not believe him, and he knows that. 

“Gusto mo ng aso?” he asked. Me being an ingrained cat mom, I declined, until he showed me this cookie and a cream-colored puppy which he said was named Oreo. Oreo??? Coincidentally, that is the name of my dog that died a few years ago that made me not want to have a dog anymore ever.

Apparently, he likes dogs more than cats and I do not. He is great at procrastinating, I am in fact not. He draws and has neat handwriting. First of all, I have no artistic sense, as well as I am not proud of my handwriting. As my old teachers would describe it, “parang kinalaykay ng manok”. Although we both share an interest in sports, he likes playing mobile games more, specifically with Alec and Beau during our break times. You would just hear them cussing each other suddenly, but it was just the game.

But like me, he is also not afraid to say what is in his mind. He values his opinion and never cuts himself short. Proud saggy mama here. Lol anyway… He comes from a healthy, or as he described it, a so-so family, with no issues of any kind. Okay, first of all, that’s a biggie for me since I don’t and have never had that. Second of all, he is the middle child of three brothers. 

Beyond all that I have seen, heard, and witnessed, I know lies something even deeper than mining. It will require effort, and patience, to even scratch the surface of this sturdiest wall he had built over the years. All was a mask, a mask too real to be noticed. 

He is an old man living in a 17-year-old’s body. There are some things he knows that will just make your jaw drop open, we are lowkey open to each other like that. Now before you say anything, he is a friend. He is one of those types who choose to observe instead of speaking up about what he thinks. 

During recitations, he will murmur the correct answer with his head bowed down, probably sleepy from all the work he’s done the night before. 

“Nasa Batangas lang ako kaninang madaling araw eh. Ta’s mamaya pampanga naman.” he proudly says. “Tara na pampanga tayo”

He is grinding in life. He would always be in different cities delivering his products to other people and helping with the family business, yet he still wants to be a psychologist. Isn’t that nice?

Honestly, I don't really like men, like in their nature. But I think he is one of those who gets a free pass. 

He actually has plans for his future. That should not be a shocker to me but it is. I have met too many boys and interacted with too many men in my life who are mostly good for nothing, hence me expecting the lowest of the worst.

“Gusto ko na lang matapos tong senior high na to para makapagtrabaho nako ng walang sagabal. Gusto ko nalang mag business”

I mean, I am not one to judge but not everyone is academically inclined and likes studying, and you cannot blame people who have not. 

Money makes the world run and that is reality. Wanting money is human nature, and until you are earning it not at the expense of other people, it’s fine. And that is exactly what he is doing. 

One last thing we have in common, which I can say is the most significant of all is our apathy about death. 

“I do not think about my death too much. Pero pag dating ng time na I’m on my deathbed, alam kong wala na akong regrets non. And that is because whatever life I experience, I believe that I will live that life happily." He is decisive. He does not overthink or over-analyze things. He does things because he truly wants to do them. 

When we were shooting for our fashion article, the camera-shy me kept asking “Paano ba kasi [pu-mose]?”

“ Wag mong tanungin kung paano, gawin mo lang.” he answered in annoyance bearing a cheeky smile.

I learned to stop caring TOO much because apparently, apathy lessens the injury. 

Over-caring leads to over-compensation, which eventually leads to disappointment.

He just couldn’t care less and is living life therefore I feel like this essay nicked just the thick tip of the ice, and I am days, months, probably years to even make a dent in that seemingly dangerous yet indifferent facade because behind it is a thousand stories that are worth listening to and learning about yet nobody dared, or cared, to ask him about them.

#repression #unexpected #seatmate #kurt

[elaineiswithyou-blog]

Your blog is so cute! I was wondering if I could get a matchup if thats ok

Sexuality: Omnisexual, male preference

Gender I.D: bigender, she/he

Likes: baking, animals, geography, history, linguistics

Dislikes: heights, vomit, bugs that can fly, eye drops

Hobbies: piano, learning random stuff

What are you like/ what’s your personality: infp-t, daydreamer, curious, either really hyper or extremely tired, that one overly attatched girlfriend, shy to strangers

Where are you from*: U.S.A ( new jersey)

Favorite color*: purple, black, white, mint green

Favorite animal*: horses, dogs, cats

Favorite sport*: badminton

Favorite food*: goldfish crackers, pizza, Oreos

Do you have a pet*: no :,(

Do you have any mental illnesses*: emetophobia, maladaptive daydreaming, add

Do you have any siblings*: 2 year old sister

Do you speak any foreign languages*: no but I'm learning swedish Finnish ukrainia n polish Serbian and a lot more haha

Reading, writing, watching movies or playing videogames*: reading

What’s your dream job*: I wanna do eventing (equestrian) voice acting or something travel related

Haikyuu Matchup: For your matchup, I’d pair you with Akaashi! Akaashi is super respectful and always makes sure you feel comfortable, especially when you are around new people. Found out you were bigender early on in the relationship and didn’t really understand it until you explained it to him but is super respectful once he gets the hang of it. Akaashi doesn’t really know much about baking but enjoys watching you do it or helping with simple tasks like melting the butter or fetching something for you. Akaashi also loves to listen to you play the piano, especially when he is working on homework and just needs some background noise. Akaashi doesn’t mind you being around him all the time although he does set boundaries and takes breaks from you when he needs them. (Remember guys, it’s healthy to set boundaries). You guys also sometimes wear matching couples outfits, usually in a cool mint color because Akaashi thinks that the color looks good with your skin tone and brings out your eye color. Very sweet and cute couple

#matchup request #haikyuu matchup #haikyuu matchups #match up #haikyuu!! #haikyuu akaashi