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bloodbot-brian · 7 months
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[ID a gif of Drumbot Brian and raphaella, who is not visible aside from her hands pointing and touching his hair END ID]
I love this gif
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bearbonespdf · 4 months
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shoutout my most famous mutual @astronomical-bagel, who is also my irl. thats right im better than all of u. ur favorite niche tumblr micro celebrity is my best friend.
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curlyybear · 2 months
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Welcome to my Den
Hii, I'm Curly, or Bear, or CurlyBear, I'm 19, he/they
This page is a place to explore and indulge in fatness as something that is beautiful and sensuous. I use he/they pronouns, and I'm comfortable with basically any version of a femme word with the word "boy" attached onto it lol. I'm also very into hypnosis and experienced in the field.
I'm switchy, but will focus more on being a Dom on this page. 20 bucks is 20 bucks, though.
DMs are open, but please only message if you're 18+ I'm currently setting up a variety of pages for you lovely folks to be able to feed the bear, but as of right now I have an OF and a Twit as well as this, and other avenues for tipping will be in the works. Will also probably be getting into audios as well.
My Kinks
I am not a feeder/feedee, I have no intentions of gaining weight in the real sense, however, I do enjoy fantasy about food play and weight gain, and will happily devour anything sent my way. I am this fat, I've been this fat, and I'm gonna stay this fat. (235 pounds, if you're curious.)
Yes: queer feedism, weight gain, light intox kink (weed), biting, primal play, Hypnosis (I'm the hypnotist, shocker, right), size difference, body worship, findom, any t4t stuff, light CNC
 Hard Nos: detransition kink, humilation, death feedism, gore, piss/scat, vomit, ddlg (though the term Daddy is okay), incest, blood
BLOCK LIST
Under 18s or no age in your bios.
People over 30.
Anyone I want.
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tharkflark1 · 6 months
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If the animatronics have even an ounce of what the heck was going on in the vlogs, the movie will be amazing
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introspectivememories · 3 months
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absolutely obsessed with the idea of timbern being super secretive over bear's time in the cult.
on one hand, bear is wildly insecure of his scars from the cult. cause it's not like he fucking got them saving the city or helping someone, he was just stupid enough to get sucked into a cult. (a voice in the back of his head that sounds a lot like his therapist and tim tell him that kids are supposed to be stupid and that his time in the cult is more a reflection of the adults in his life than his own choices) anyway his back and legs are like a mess of scarring and normally he'd just tattoo over them but scars have to be a certain age before they're tattooable. so he now just covers them up.
on the other hand, tim is insanely protective over bear's traumas. like if he got any more protective he'd be like certified deranged. so he just straight up dodges or lies about bear's backstory. anyway all this to say, they're hanging out in the pool at the manor and nobody but them ws supposed to be home. so bear thinks it's safe to take off his shirt. they're both having fun until someone says behind bear, "dude... what happened to your back?" cue tim lunging at them like a rabid dog and bear struggling to hold tim back going "tim, tim, what the fuck, what the fuck????"
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dollya-robinprotector · 9 months
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PC can enter Robin's room naked and I think this should be taken to the next logical step where both of you are sitting naked and PC just casually cockwarms him the whole day. And they are playing games <3
You know what? Exactly my point, but since PC doesn't really come to school too often anymore cuz she's been busy fooling around with Wren, smashing stuffs in Remy's estate, go hunt the Ivory Wraith,... She'd prefer reading some books stolen from Sydney to maintain her school performance than playing games all day.
*Sigh* I wish PC and the school kids could graduate. School performance's such a pain to maintain when there are too many other things to do.
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non-un-topo · 3 months
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Y'all I FUCKING LOVE JOE
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RoboDad is training Hancock in the ways of the Detective.
This is the Buddy Cop film we need and deserve.
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ride-a-dromedary · 6 months
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Whenever Halsin giggles, or does that little hum of a chuckle, every protective instinct in my brain synapses instantly lights up.
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theriancultureis · 18 days
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Bearkin culture is hearing their growls and roars and just UUUUHDHHDHDGDGGDGHDHDHHDGDHHDHFHFHDHDHHDHDHHDHDGDGDGDG i need to make those sounds so bad why are my stupid human vocal chords so weak 😭
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bloodbot-brian · 1 month
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As a disabled person, the ‘bedrotting “trend”’ is absolutely disgusting.
I don’t even know how to explain all my feelings about it, but seeing ableds talk about it like something they can choose to do, something they can do for fun, even, makes me feel absolutely awful.
Some days I am stuck in bed for long amounts of time because it hurts too much to move or I’m too dizzy to even sit up, and my chronic illness is not the worst example of even people who have the same chronic illness as me.
I can physically feel my muscle rotting on particularly bad days because of my lack of movement. They may not actually be rotting, but that doesn’t change how it feel to me. I feel like my body is dying constantly, and I can’t do anything but lie here and scroll through Instagram reels with a heat pillow between my back and the mattress.
My depression also affects my getting up, though I mainly want to focus on chronic illness and physical disability since I feel like it isn’t talked about enough.
That is not a hobby, a trend, or a past time. That is a seriously worrisome act that shows how much chronic illness (and other disorders) can disable those who have it.
I do not cry at night after a long day of laying in my bed because I was too sore and sick to do anything else for some able bodied person to say that it’s ‘perfect’ and try to make it aesthetic.
Fucking think about what your doing. Us disableds are left out of so many peoples minds, either unintentionally, or because people don’t want to or see the point in thinking of us. And it’s horrible.
I got very upset seeing some of the things people were saying while trying to claim it was a ‘trend’ and just needed to rant about it. Please think about us before you do shit like this.
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bearbonespdf · 2 months
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so i have this, ig now ex, friend who is also my ex boyfriend. right now im kinda coming to terms with the fact that he was? is? abusive. we've known each other for about 4 years now, dated for 2 of those, and broke up about 9 months ago. we've gone through a lot together, including a major traumatic event that involved him being called an abusive boyfriend. this has added to my... hesitance to call him an abuser.
he has hit me a couple times, which we talked through and he didnt do again. however he would bite me pretty often and pretty hard, and wouldnt let go when i asked him too. i used to beg him to stop but he'd (paraphrased) call me dramatic and to get over it. he'd also insult my appearance, personality, and intelligence pretty often. he would yell at me for things i couldnt change (ex: forgetfulness from adhd) and when i tried to explain that he'd tell me i was just making excuses. he would also compare me to our shitty ex friends whenever i did or said smth he didnt like. i had to change the way i spelled the word "ok" (i used to spell it "okay") because he would get mad at me for not being considerate of how he thought "okay" was disingenuous.
but despite all of that, he wasn't horrible to me all the time. we were best friends for a long time. i also contributed to our arguments, and he's said that i traumatized him too. i have friends who tell me that he's definitely abusive and that none if its my fault. i want to believe them but it just kinda feels like wishful thinking? he always told me that i have a tendency to avoid responsibility for my actions, and idk if thats what im doing? i have some other friends who are still cool with him despite knowing all of what i detailed above (and some more lol) and say that they understand why he's upset and why he did what he did. i think the friends who are on his side (which i hate saying, i dont really think its a "sides" situation?) are trying to explain his side of the story and feelings in the matter to the people on my "side".
anyways, this whole post is sparked by the fact that i just found out he blocked me. idk for how long, but i blocked him back. im scared, im stressed, i feel guilty but also kinda glad? i was planning out how to break off our friendship already, but i wanted to end it more amicably. i didnt want to block eachother, i was hoping to stay acquainted at best and maybe leave room for friendship again further down the line. when we both were changed and healed. im writing all this down to avoid a panic attack, but id also appreciate any thoughts and/or opinions anyone has on the matter?
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steveandnatlover76 · 13 days
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Natasha: Wait…what?
Yelena: Yeah, it‘s true, since you‘ve become a mama bear you‘ve become a bit slower in your fight sequences than before. Don’t worry, you‘re still deadly! No biggy!
Natasha: Listen you little…I‘ll meet you in the Avengers training room in 15 minutes. Prepare to be pinned to the mat numerous times. I‘ll show you how the mama bear growls!
Yelena: Oooh boy…
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smolmakerel · 9 months
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Life after the Ghostface killings in New York City was somewhat peaceful. As peaceful as it could be with the entire internet hounding you that you were going to end up becoming a serial killer like your dad.
If Sam had it her way, she would ban the internet. Because, honestly? Most of them were a bunch of incels (whatever that even meant. Sam overheard Mindy saying Richie was an incel and assumed it to mean a shitty person - which, true) who needed a positive social life.
And incels were why Sam usually stayed inside nowadays, because she didn't want to deal with shitty people trying to kill her. Again. For the third time.
Literally isolating herself led to the worst possible outcome.
For Tara.
"Um, Sam?"
Sam didn't bother putting the impact driver in her hand down. She whipped around and grinned at her bemused and annoyed sister coming into the living room.
Tara eyed the power tool in Sam's hand, the few screws poking out of her teeth, and the halfway-put-together hammock limp on the floor.
"Is there a reason why you're drilling holes in the wall?" Tara deadpanned, pulling her arms tight across her chest.
Sam looked down at the hammock as if it was obvious. It was kind of obvious. No, it was really obvious. The hammock was still half drilled into the wall and patiently waiting to be stuck across the room to stretch out. She opened her mouth to let the screws fall into her palm.
"I'm hanging a hammock."
"Why?"
"Because?"
"At 2 in the morning?" Sam went to open her mouth to defend herself, but Tara quickly narrowed her eyes and spoke up again. "When I have a final worth 40% of my grade at 9 in the morning?"
Sam slowly closed her jaw.
Tara held her angry glare for exactly 10 seconds before her shoulders dropped as she sighed. She trudged to the chair and curled up in it, patiently watching Sam watching her. Sam perked up at the silent "go on" from her sister.
"It was supposed to be a surprise for you," Sam admitted. She began to stretch the hammock to the other wall and used her stud finder on the wall. She sighed. "I guess I lost track of time."
Tara raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "So you haven't eaten all day?"
Sam laughed at that, nearly slipping and drilling her hand to the wall. Tara jolted at that but calmed down once Sam continued to laugh.
"That's my line, Tara." Sam tugged on the newly drilled hammock and sighed once she was satisfied it wasn't coming down. "Do you like it?"
"I think I'd like it even more if I didn't have to wake up during the installation."
Ok. Fine. Whatever.
Sam dramatically rolled her eyes and discarded the impact driver and stud finder on the half of the couch the hammock didn't cover. She flopped onto the hammock with a groan, hands behind her head.
"I'll just use it then," Sam teased with her eyes closed, "since someone doesn't appreciate honest work."
She could feel the side eye Tara was giving her, and she couldn't help but feel slightly panicked.
Did Tara really not like the gift? Was it over the top? Did it remind Tara too much of... before?
Before Sam could mentally degrade herself about how she should've known better than to burden Tara with this gift, the hammock rocked.
Sam snapped her eyes open at the tipping of the hammock and immediately threw her foot down to the floor for stability. Tara, from Sam's sudden movement, fell the rest of the way into the hammock.
Tara wriggled around, trying to get comfortable, and Sam laid as still as she could. As soon as Tara relaxed, almost completely on top of her older sister, Sam wrapped her arms around Tara and squeezed.
"Gotcha!" Sam said with a kiss to the crown of her head.
Tara grumbled, exhausted.
It was quiet after that. Sam rubbed soothing circles into Tara's back and hummed whatever song came to mind.
"Sammy?" Tara's tired voice slurred into Sam's shoulder. Sam hummed. "I love it; thank you so, so much. I feel like a kid again."
Sam swallowed. Wow. No one had ever really shown appreciation for the things she gave them. To hear how much Tara loved it made Sam love the gift too.
"It's nothing," Sam tried to downplay how happy she was, but the pitch in her voice gave it away.
Tara nuzzled deeper into her sister's bodywarmth, and Sam reached out to snag the wooly blanket from the couch beneath the hammock and toss it over them. Humming, Tara fully relaxed.
"Dos oruguitas," Sam softly sang, tucking Tara's hair behind her ear, "enamoradas.¹"
"Pasan sus noches," Tara mumbled, not even bothering to try and sing right now, "y madrugadas.²"
Sam snorted. Her foot began to lightly kick against the ground to sway the hammock.
The whir of the heater drowned out the honking outside of people rushing to get home and out of the way of the incoming snow storm.
Tara's shoulders hitched, drawing Sam's attention to them. Her eyes went wide when warm tears began to soak her shirt collar.
"Tara? Mi mariposa, ¿qué ocurre?" Sam lifted the two of them up enough so she could wipe away the tears flowing down Tara's cheeks. Each tear was a punch to the gut, and Sam wanted nothing more than to lightly assault whatever made Tara cry. "¿Estás bien?³"
Tara shook her head. "No es nada.⁴ I was thinking about our backyard. We used to do this all the time." She laughed wetly, full of tears. "I didn't know how much I missed it until now."
So... Sam needed to lightly assault herself. Got it.
At least she could make up for all of those afternoon naps in their backyard hammock she missed now.
"Me too," Sam agreed with a smile. She cupped Tara's face and kissed her forehead, and Tara sank into the action with a tired sigh. "Now -" Sam pulled back with a mock stern glare -"you're going back to sleep. You have your final in the morning. Why are you even awake right now?"
"What? You're the one that -"
"Shh, less talking more sleeping."
Tara huffed, but it sounded suspiciously like muffled laughter.
Sam pulled Tara back down and continued to rub her back and push her foot to move the hammock. The soothing motions combined with Sam's warmth lulled Tara into an easy sleep.
But Sam never stopped rocking her foot. She pulled the blanket higher over both of them before hugging her sister.
With Tara now sleeping, Sam silently dissolved into a mess of tears. She was glad Tara wasn't seeing this moment of weakness from her. What would she think of Sam if she knew Sam cried so easily over her?
"Te amo, Tara," she said as she gathered Tara as close as she could, until the world shifted and the puzzle completed. She was whole again. "Te amo mucho, mi corazón.⁵"
Sam closed her eyes and fell asleep with her entire world in her arms.
— ● — ○ — ● — ○ —
1: Two little caterpillars in love
2: They spend their nights and early mornings
3: My butterfly, what's going on? Are you ok?
4: It's nothing.
5: I love you, Tara. I love you so much, my heart.
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danjiisthmus · 8 months
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Were Plant Bear
Monster plant bear coming out earlier than Halloween this year I didn’t use reference it probably needs editing lol
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toxooz · 5 months
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random question, sorry, but does ollie eat vegetables? like, based on his (visible) teeth, he looks like he eats mostly meat, but IS he primarily carnivorous or does he have a more balanced diet? also, what would his favourite vegetable be?
Yup Ollie eats his veggies! His diet is mainly carnivorous hence his teeth and his stomach acid is really acidic and well designed to digest raw meat and anything that may come with it, bones n all. Unlike Ponti who almost strictly eats meat if not junk food and typically can't stand veggies (or does the whole 'i tried it one (1) time and it was gross😤 ') , Ollie doesn't mind vegetables and will cook them with the meat dish if he can. As a kid he was often the lil spice and veggie gatherer if he wasn't hunting so he's no stranger to veggies but I feel like if he was in his orc community still, he would rely on meat a whole lot more and his body would still be well adapt for it 👍 recently i picture Ollie to be more like a panther or something if he were to be associated with an animal bc while he is large as fuck and can throw his weight around he can also be terrifyingly silent since he is considered a carnivore and needs to be able to successfully hunt, same with agility bc how else would his big ass be so good at skateboarding lmfao BUT since he's in "America but more annoying" basically and doesn't really hunt for food anymore since it's at stores so his food palette is pretty diverse. Sometimes he'll still just eat the meat raw though just bc he can and he likes the taste sksksk his bloodthrist is too ingrained into him
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