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just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees

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Thank you my friend for being a supporter for people who badly need you. you can help the families of Gaza by either donating whatever you can or by sharing my gfm campaign link, don't leave us alone in this dire time. we need your support to ease our pain.

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other actors: I sent live rats to my costars and drank sewage water bc I’m a method actor

rpatz: I played sonic everyday —but only the dark version— to really get in the headspace

OG: https://earthliberationstudio.com/shop/reclaim-revolutionary-queerness/ !!!!!

Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.

I love drinking tea - o green mint tea, my beloved - so when I go to a cafe, this is the only kind of drink I take. However, today, when I ordered one while I have a small writing session, it tasted weird. Was the tea actually infused with Hoyw & Hyde water, or am I just delusional ?

Ah! Ever the refined gentleman I see man, good for you. Always respected those fancy dudes that sat around drinking tea and shit, even if that's never been me.

Honestly though, I wouldn't put it passed those fancy café places to start using Hoyw & Hyde water without really thinking about the consequences. Jumping on the latest trends without really thinking about it is the kinda vibe I always get from them. So I'm sorry to say man I think you've been hit by this too. But hey, it's not all bad. I'm kinda coming around to all this the more time I'm forced to spend as a black stud. You'll grow big and buff like pretty much everyone else I've heard from has, and hopefully keep your refined tastes.

Looks like you're already hulking out under your clothes, I just hope it doesn't explode off you with how thick you're getting! Oops, well it looks like I spoke too soon. Your biceps just shattered that t-shirt, and I think your jeans are on the verge of exploding if you stand up from how buff you've got. At least there's a fancy men's clothing place next door, I just hope they have the stuff in your size! The sharp style will suit you anyway as you sit around, write and drink tea I'd say though!

And look at that! I was right bro, you look killer. The bulk suits you well man, really well. Thick almost Daddy vibe you got going on. You still look like you're about to burst out of that outfit I will say, but damn does it show you off well.

Enjoy though man! Get that body into some gym stuff and get over to your local would be my suggestion! Swap that tea for a protein shake every now and then my man! 😉

Don't forget to read the warning label here before you drink any of this water!

Don't know how many times I've showed a non-Tumblr person a Tumblr post and had the whole thing derail because the poor soul actually read someone's user name.

the "new normal" couldve been respirators & rapid tests & hepa filters & universal basic income & accessibility & caring about other people.........

Dead Boy Detectives Extra Time

Here's Jayden Revri, George Rexstrew, Kassius Nelson, Yuyu Kitamura, and David Iacono's chaotic full interview with Tumblr person @overchers. More questions, polls, and ghosts from the Dead Boy Detective Answer Time here.

Decided to whip up a new funsies art challenge for myself next month, and if anyone is interested in joining in, I’d love to see what you come up with! I’m calling it #MimicMay!

i watched one (1) video on how to draw hands that changed my life forever. like. i can suddenly draw hands again

these were all drawn without reference btw. i can just. Understand Hands now (for the most part, im sure theres definitely inaccuracies). im a little baffled

Saving this for a reference later

a perfect screenshot. the golden moment. look at this is like a fucking draw the squad

Horny Hunk - Car

Caden was sitting in his car, exhausted after a workout with his best friend Thomas, who was way more athletic than him, but would always go out of his way to bring him along and give him tips. That sweet attitude might be the reason Caden had a pretty big crush on him, though he would never admit it. Thomas was a chick magnet, and wasn’t shy about it. So, Caden was happy just being his gym buddy, and tried to stop himself from checking him out too much in the changing room.

He saw Thomas making his way to his car. “You’re in a hurry,” he said, getting inside. “Well, I didn’t know your showers lasted 20 minutes,” Caden shot back playfully. “Hey! The girl at the reception was checking me out, so I went and got her number,” his friend replied, showing the little piece of paper. “I see, so you’re just desperate to get laid.” “Maybe you should try, you know, your dream guy isn't gonna just show up, you have to talk to people sometimes,” Thomas said with a smirk. “All right, shut up now, before I leave you on the sidewalk.”

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They had been riding for a few minutes, not saying much, until Thomas pulled out his phone and started admiring himself. He never took pictures, but he did love looking at himself, especially after a workout. Caden glanced to the side as he was styling his hair up and looking into his own eyes; he couldn’t help finding it attractive. “Dude, check out these biceps,” Thomas let out with a chuckle. He was flexing his arms repeatedly, showing his noticeable progress, glistening with sweat. Caden tried not to look again, but couldn’t help sneaking a peek. He loved how big they were, and yet still defined…

“Shit!” Caden thought. He was starting to get an erection, and this was not the time nor the place. “Stop doing that,” he said. “You’re being weird.” “You’re being weird!” Thomas replied. “You’re not even complimenting your friend’s awesome gains.” Caden kept his eyes focused on the road, but felt more and more uncomfortable in his seat. “You should feel them, bro, they’re so tight-” “Stop that! I am not touching you!” Caden snapped, though he was blushing slightly. Thomas grinned even wider, finding his reaction funny. “Come on, man! You don’t like it when I do that?” He grabbed his friend’s wrist and brought his hand to his chest. “Feel that, dude. Real muscle.” “Dude, stop!” Caden was actually getting horny now, and had to quickly turn his flasher on and pull over to the side of the road. “Cade, why are we stopping? I’m just messing with you!” Thomas said, playfully punching him on the shoulder. But Caden wasn’t paying attention anymore. He grasped the arms of his seat, a familiar feeling stirring inside him.

Caden tentatively glanced down at his crotch, and saw what he expected to see: his boner was straining against the front of his shorts, visibly getting bigger. He groaned as his transformation began. His hands widened slightly, gripping his seat even tighter, while his arms started packing on muscle rapidly. He tilted his head back, making a whining sound that slowly got deeper. His throat thickened slightly and his chest widened, better adapting to his large arms. Caden groaned again as he felt himself getting taller and felt his pecs filling up, his loose tank top now barely reaching his waist. A hint of abs, more than he ever had, was peeking from under it. His legs stretched too, his thighs getting bigger and his calves gaining definition. The young man, feeling his feet pushing against the front of his shoes, pointlessly tried taking them off by rubbing them together. He then had to spread his legs apart to make space for his bulge and his growing asscheeks.

Thomas was watching the scene, bewildered, and started getting scared, not knowing what was happening to his friend. At this point, Caden was almost as big as him, if not bigger. He tried exiting the car, but his door was locked. As he tried reaching over him to get to the lock, his friend grabbed his wrist with his right hand, his fingers thickening and strengthening his grip. He brought it down to his chest, and slid it under his tank top, on top of his pecs. “You should feel them, bro,” Caden said in his new deeper voice, smirking cockily. Thomas couldn’t help but admire the two mounds as he felt them ballooning under his touch, growing full of powerful muscle. He looked up at the growing man’s face, seeing his friend’s boyish features hardening into squarer, more manly shapes. A hint of stubble also covered part of his face. At this point, Caden was fully enjoying his transformation. He grunted and flexed his arms as he grew again, arms becoming powerful rods of muscle and shoulders bulging outwards. His shredded 6-pack abs were clearly visible just above his widening waist and remarkable cum gutters. He had to pull his legs up slightly as he grew taller again, his thickening thighs making it somewhat difficult. Two loud tearing sounds could be heard as his feet burst out of his training shoes, now several sizes too small. A third ripping sound was heard as his ass grew into a large bubble butt, tearing his shorts right down the middle and freeing his large erection that was nearing 9 or 10 inches now, by how it was tenting the front of his underwear.

Just as Thomas thought the growth was over, Caden let out an even deeper groan. His neck became incredibly thick, his shoulders broadened to the point where he barely fit in the driver’s seat, and his pecs blew up again. It was a miracle his tank top was still intact; it was stretched out over his chest and powerful back muscles, and his pecs were jutting out from the sides. It didn’t even reach his abs anymore, stopping right above his chiseled 8-pack. His legs, already confined in the small space, lengthened one last time, bringing him easily over 6’6. Below them, his feet finished their steady growth, tearing apart his short white socks. Finally, a last ripping sound was heard as his underwear gave way and his enormous 12-inch jock cock erupted from its confines, pointed straight up, the swollen head already leaking pre-cum. Thomas stared at it, feeling his own erection straining his shorts, almost against his own will.

Cade, the hunk, horny in an almost feral way, grabbed Thomas by the back of the head and shoved him on his throbbing member. He struggled to even fit the thing in his mouth, because of how long and thick it was, but he started hungrily swallowing and licking it, experiencing the salty taste for the first time. Cade closed his eyes in bliss, pushing out deep moans from his enlarged throat. It didn’t take long before he pulled Thomas off and shot ropes of cum, again and again, all over his dashboard, tilting his head backwards and bellowing out a last groan. Thomas, seeing his friend’s humongous dick spurting cum with such intensity, came on the spot. They both panted, out of breath after their simultaneous orgasms.

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Caden sighed, using yet another tissue to clean the cum off his dashboard. He was back to normal now; it never took him too long. He shot a disgruntled look at Thomas, who still seemed a bit shaken and out of breath. “When I tell you to stop, you have to stop. You understand why, now?” Thomas nodded, looking at the stain at the front of his shorts. “I can’t believe you had to find out about this,” Caden added, annoyed, but blushing slightly. Thomas looked over. “When were you planning on telling me?” he asked. “Never!” snapped Caden. “It’s not the sort of thing I bring up in the middle of a conversation, you know. I don’t tell anyone that doesn’t need to know.” Thomas looked at him again, a smirk on his face. “Well, now that I know… Could we do this again sometime?”

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Valentine’s Candy

“Valentine’s day candy..?” Jeff wondered as he set down his work stuff. He’d just gotten home and was surprised to see it on the dining room table. He hadn’t bought it and his roommate didn’t have much use for it either. It’d been years since they’d moved in together but Nate hadn’t had a girlfriend since they’d met. Though, Jeff had found himself striking out a bit more than usual as well.

Maybe it was something with age. Or maybe he was just tired of playing stupid games to win short term prizes. Either way, neither him nor Nate had any reason for it. And unsurprisingly, the bag was already open. “One or two won’t be missed,” Jeff smiled to himself as he stuck his hand in the open bag. Each of the bars of chocolate were individually wrapped, making it easy to pull a couple of them out.

Jeff opened up the package and bit into the small chocolate bar. “Oh wow!” he exclaimed. A rush of sweetness touched his tongue and he quickly finished off the rest of the bar. “Sheesh! What kind of chocolate is this? Had to be like 20 bucks a bag!” he unwrapped the second one and took it in one bite. Somehow it tasted even better than the first. His sweet tooth was working over time as he ate it. But more surprising was the tingle running through the rest of his body.

All of a sudden, he felt a chill run through his spine and branch out along his arms and legs. His body shivered at the reaction. “Woah,” a smile planted itself on his face. “That’s some sweet chocolate,” he said as he reached in and grabbed another. He opened it as he headed back to his room. That chill ran through his body again, making him shake as he walked.

As Jeff went back to his room, he was already starting to undo the buttons of his light blue dress up shirt. Despite its usual comfort, it suddenly felt really constricting. Even if Nate wasn’t home yet, courtesy still dictated that he should only change in his room. Yet, he had already stripped off his shirt, and undid his belt and pants before he got there. The moment he stepped in his room he dropped them along with his boxes and kicked them off.

“Much better…” he breathed. Nudity suddenly felt so freeing. Feeling the cool air directly on his skin was relaxing. And there wasn’t anything constricting his movements. He let out a heavy breath. “Nate’s gonna be pissed if I walk around like this though…” he muttered. Looking in his dresser he pulled out a pair of old shorts and slid them on. The loose fabric wasn’t that bad, though Jeff couldn’t help but pull at the band. He still felt a bit of discomfort around it.

Yet, his attention was instantly changed when he looked in the mirror. “Damn stud,” he complimented himself. His blood started to pump a bit faster as he looked over himself. It’d been years since he’d felt this good about his body. Flab had taken over his somewhat muscular build. Not to mention the extra weight that rounded out his face in unnatural ways. But, when he looked in the mirror right now, he couldn’t help but compliment his body even more. Maybe it was the facial hair that grew in, something he hadn’t been allowed to grow because of his work’s strict policy.

Jeff didn’t pay any mind to the fact that there was no way for him to grow something like that in the course of a few hours. Something that would have normally taken him at least a week to grow had suddenly sprung onto his face in a few minutes. Not to mention how his muscles were starting to stand out a bit more either. Instead, a sense of pride filled him as he flexed them, showing off in the mirror. “What girl could say no to this?” he bragged some more.

His stomach grumbled. “Hmm…?” he wondered how he could already be hungry. That didn’t mean he didn’t crave something. “The chocolate!” he gleefully rushed out of his bedroom and back to the dining room, grabbing the chocolate. “Still sweet as ever,” he smiled after popping one into his mouth. Grabbing the bag, he headed towards the couch and plopped down onto it. He turned on the TV and started watching it, absentmindedly still eating the chocolate. Each one sending another wave of pleasure running through his body.

What Jeff didn’t notice were the consistent changes to his body. Fat was rapidly disappearing from each and ever corner of him. His muscles bulged out with more power and strength. His mind slowed ever so slightly. But that just made the shows on the TV all the more interesting. However, most importantly, whenever he touched his body, he felt a surge of pleasure run through him. His dick sprang to life, excited to receive some sort of attention.

Jeff’s hands drifted down from his inflating pecs, over his defined abs and down into his shorts. He slowly massaged the boner as he watched the TV, not noticing that his attention toward any of the female leads was rapidly drifting towards the main male ones. Even going so far to change the channel when it wasn’t focusing enough on one. “So boring!” he declared when he couldn’t find anything of value to watch. He fell onto the couch and looked back into the bag. “Shit,” he cursed as he saw it was completely empty. “Little bro’s gonna be pissed.”

Almost on cue, the front door opened and Nate entered. “Hey! I’m home,” Nate called out. He set down his briefcase and hung up his coat, then sniffed the air. “What’s that…” his mind trailed off as his body swayed slightly, “smell..?” His attention caught back up to him as he looked at the dining room table. Nothing was on it. He looked around and saw someone splayed out on the couch. Someone he only somewhat recognized. “J-Jeff?!”

“Sup little bro,” Jeff smiled. “How was work?”

“Work was—” Nate cut himself off, slapping his face. It was turning red. But he was still swaying a bit. His eyes looked like they were starting to glaze over. “Did you… Did you..?” he swallowed hard, “did you eat the chocolate?”

“Yeah man… Kind of ate all of it,” Jeff said. “Hopefully it doesn’t go to my abs.” He ran his big hand down over his six pack and smiled stupidly. “Shit was so fucking good though! Couldn’t help myself.”

“Je-Jeff!” Nate slapped his face again. His mouth had started to hang open as his mind drifted off. “That was a magical aphrodisiac! You weren’t supposed to eat the whole bag!”

“Aphrodisiwhat?” Jeff brought a finger to his chin as he tried to think. “Bro, you know when you use big words like that I don’t know what you’re talkin about. Right?” He stood up, towering over his former height. “How about I just make it up to you?”

“But—”

“Shh…” Jeff said as he surrounded the other man with his arms. He hugged Nate from behind and quietly shushed him in the ear. His face buried into the nape of his neck, nuzzling him. The hair of his beard tickled the sensitive skin. “It’s alright. How bout you tell me more about this aphro thing. Eh?”

Nate squirmed under the touch of the other man. “It’s something that make you smell sexy,” he moaned. Feeling the touch almost sedated him. Any resistance he might have felt drifted away into nothing.

“Oh? I smell sexy?”

“Uh-huh,” Nate nodded. He hadn’t realized that he was being directed over to the couch. His body simply followed as Jeff led him. “And it turns you into my fantasy…”

“Oh?” Jeff was more concerned undoing the belt Nate was wearing and dropping his pants and underwear to the floor. Once they were close enough to the couch, he took them both down onto it. “So…” his grin widened, “It didn’t have to change much…”

Nate bit down into a pillow on the couch. “Nu-uh,” he shook his head no. But he was having trouble thinking. The more Jeff touched him, the harder it was to remember the past. Those strong hands gently ran up and down Nate’s thin sides. The soft controlled touches up and down Nate’s sensitive sides tickled, cause him to buck slightly. “It… changes… a— lot,” he forced out as his body squirmed.

“Oh?” Jeff whispered in his ear, taunting him. “You might’ve gotten some duds then bro,” he nuzzled his hairy face against the nape of Nate’s neck. His hands tightened as he kissed it. Meanwhile his hands were actively lowering down to Nate’s belt, undoing the clasp and then unbuttoning his pants. “Or,” Jeff paused for dramatic effect, “have you been eating them?”

The accusation caught Nate off-guard. “I—” he tried to defend himself but couldn’t think of anything.

“That must be it,” Jeff continued. “I mean what else can explain how sexy you are? Huh?” His hands continued to feel up and down Nate’s body. “Just look at that cute little body. And how well you fit in my arms. And how well my cock fits up that ass,” his voice lowered as he pushed in.

Nate let out a heavy gasp. The sudden intrusion was unexpected, but not unwarranted. He’d felt the slow massage of fingers invade his body, but the warm smell of the aphrodisiacs made it hard to complain. He had been slowly massaging his own cock on the couch, basking in the warmth of the other man. It felt good.

Jeff’s cock buried itself deeper and deeper inside of Nate. He thrust repeatedly inside. His hands gripped Nate tightly while Nate gripped the couch. Nate bit into the pillow harder, yet his cock throbbed with excitement. Neither could last long. Nature had taken over and they weren’t thinking about it anymore. With the pleasure running through their minds and bodies they both released.

Their bodies relaxed a bit in the couch. Both tired from the changes and the sudden workout. But Jeff slowly pulled Nate closer to his muscular body as they relaxed, watching the TV for a bit longer.

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Black And White

"Ugh why the hell are people even into this kinda stuff?"

Scott couldn't believe what he was seeing. He swore, what was even the point of all these algorithms if they were going to continue recommending stuff he wasn't into? This must have been the tenth "What I'd Wear In The 1950's" video he had blocked.

He decided to put on some music instead as he thought to himself.

He just didn't get it.

He knew that these people didn't want to genuinely live in the past, that it was all about an appreciation for the design, the outfit, the aesthetic. But even that angle just came across less ignorant and more pretentious. Who the hell would wanna even pretend to live in the 50's?

There was no internet, no vaccines, no nothing. The only part about it that Scott liked were the movies, he had to admit there was something about them that were so alluring and it wasn't some gripping plot or enthralling mystery that got to him.

It was the men.

All dressed up with their slick hair and expensive suits, the trenchcoats and hats, suspenders and suit vests, the shiny shoes and cigarette smoke trailing from the full lips. Scott never realised it but he couldn't believe how turned on he was feeling thinking about that.

That's because just a few moments ago, he wasn't turned on by any of that.

In fact Scott used to hate old films, even ones from the 80's barely interested him.

But in his venting, he hadn't clicked out the YouTube window, he instead switched tabs and left the autoplay on, where a calm and jazzy 1950s tune played and the more it played, the more Scott's head suddenly began to fill with how much he loved those noir movies.

He hadn't even noticed that his hand on the mouse had began to change, not only growing larger but growing lighter, almost too light as his pale skin shimmered slightly like it was underneath a film reel. But oddly enough the sleeve of his shirt began to darken and not just because it was turning into the sleeve of an expensive suit jacket, but as if his hand was draining of all colour, as it turned black and white.

That's when Scott realised.

"The fuck?!" He quickly tried to control his hand, but there was nothing he could do. It shimmered and flickered like it was in another realm world as the sound of running film filled the room. Scott couldn't move his hand as it went and clicked on the tab with the music and suddenly moved to turn the volume to its max.

Sweet jazz music filled the room as the changes were progressing faster, the drainage of colour spreading down toward his arms now which were suddenly beginning to grow thicker, causing the new suit jacket to become tighter.

Scott wanted to use his other hand to reach up and turn his whole computer off. But the moment he reached out, he spluttered and coughed as smoke trailed down his throat. He felt something in his mouth, tasting bitter and dark as his free hand reached to take it out, only to see what it was, a lit cigarette.

"O-Oh fuck that feels good," Scott spoke, a sudden Transatlantic accent overtaking his voice, turning it deeper and more authoritative. His own voice managed to carry so much weight that it seemed to swell his throat, like it needed more room to work with as his neck thickened slightly, beginning to look more befitting for a larger and taller body.

More and more of Scott was turning monochrome, spreading over hands that looked more manly and large by the minute as one of the hands forced him to be unable to stop the music. The other brought the cigarette closer and closer to his growing fuller lips.

"N-No please don't...make me..." But then the cigarette met those lips finalizing their change and as he sucked in more of the smoke, he could feel like the aura of the transformation was coming in hot, making him change from the inside out.

He remembered growing up in the late 20's, memories flashing of older looking city streets, fancy cars and men constantly in suits. He remembered his first case and the thought of it all made his cock swell as he grew more and more manly and muscular beneath his three-piece suit.

His visage had the most remarkable change. His soft jaw began to sharpen as his face grew more angular. Eyes turned from a dull brown to sparkling blue, more focused and attentive as his nose elongated with a slight tilt at the very tip. His lips had become fuller and his hair, once somewhat shaggy and greasy was retreating back into his scalp to become something more refined, turning short and slicked back with pomade.

As Scott's cock throbbed, his home changed. His computer become a record player, still playing those jazzy blues on loop. His doctorate degree turned into a painting whilst shelves of comic books and fantasy novels transformed into mysteries and non-fiction. All before finally his smartphone on his desk, his last saving grace to stop this change and call for help flattened and expanded, turning black and white into a big broadsheet newspaper with the date on the front, reading the year.

1955.

And with that, Scott realised too late what was happening before he felt his cock throb and come in his pants, again and again and again...The pleasure ricocheting throughout his new body, like the added muscle mass gave it more space for the pleasure to fill, for the orgasm to sweep over him as Scott forgot all about his old life for the time being.

He was no longer just Scott.

He was Scott Flynn, the hotshot detective in town who could make any man or woman swoon.

By the time the new Scott stirred from the pleasure, he blinked and almost knocked the newspaper off his desk. He looked down, seeing a cigarette in an ashtray and some case files for him to look over, before there was a knock at the door.

"Gosh I must have dozed off," Scott murmured to himself, for some reason he blinked in surprise, as if he wasn't used to his voice.

He looked at the clock. Near midnight.

If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought his dreams were real and he was stuck living out some noir film for a few days. After all, a knock at the door so late at night, wasn't that how all those noir pictures started?

Either way, he wasn't gonna refuse the call and stood up, dusting himself off and ready to help out on the next case.

After all, what else was a handsome detective like him supposed to do? It was as simple as black and white.

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Now more than ever < 3

Made this a while ago and never posted it online. There is a lot that could be said about the topic but the fury and pain make it hard to really express anything beyond well...the urge to protect our own.

Vacation or Slaycation? 📸✨

This is absolutely gorgeous and I love when people put the references they used for their art somewhere we can see it or its clearly listed so we can find it!! I LOVE THIS PIECE

”Too fast for freedom

Sometimes it all falls down

These chains never leave me

I keep dragging them around”

-Delilah Florence + The Machine

Referencing ”Dancing Couple, Arrow” by JC Leyendecker