Wow I Can See Dick And Frank Doing This To Nick

48 year old man accepts the fact he's a rabbit within 5 seconds

Wrote some stuff, hope you like it. * * *

Somewhere, in the back of a gym, this hot hunk of a guy was riding the elliptical bike. But no, he wasn't just riding it. He hit the pedals like a madman.

He was definitely feeling his mass now, every single pound. Bulging muscles and red-ish skin peeked out of every naked corner of his tank top.

Heavy breaths parted the air. Taking a quick sip of his water, he caught a glimpse of how fast his heart was slamming under his jacked chest on his watch.

163bpm.

Yes, he was big. But he wanted to be stronger, quicker, better. So, he hauled his ass on the bike and did his rounds. Today was "HEARTFUCKDAY", as the stud and his trainer liked to call it. He did his quick sprint in the park. Did his rows. 3×30 push-ups. Squats. Swung the ropes.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!

30 minutes were over. Sweat caked his body, as he got off the torture machine. Waddling past the mirrors, the big guy stopped and hiked up his shorts to inspect his legs. "Fuck me", he mumbled in awe. Thick quads almost burst with muscle. He lifted the heel of his leg and turned it a bit. Gigantic calves erupted with vascularity.

He could feel himself get aroused, so he hurried into the shower.

Bungo Stray Dogs - Episode 1

Be nice, it's his first time

Hes so hot he makes me scared . I must draw him every day or I will be sniped in real life

Wip posting cuz I have a headache that is so extremely killer rn idk if I'll finish this tonight

Ways I Show a Character Is Falling Apart While Pretending to Be a Perfectionist

Some characters don’t collapse in a blaze of glory. No, they disintegrate politely, with color-coded planners and a frozen smile that says, "Everything’s fine, Susan, stop asking."

They cling even harder to routines. Morning jog, 5 a.m. journaling, bullet-journaling their dog’s bowel movements. Because if they just keep checking boxes, they can pretend nothing’s crumbling underneath.

They hyperfixate on weird tiny details. The report can be on fire, but by god, they will die on the hill of choosing the right font. ("If I find the perfect serif, maybe my life will stop feeling like it's slipping through my fingers!")

They say "I'm just really busy!" like it’s a badge of honor, when it’s actually a giant red flag made out of calendar invites and suppressed emotions.

They can't finish anything anymore. They start 14 different projects, convinced each new thing will "finally get them back on track"…and end up ghosting every single one like a bad Tinder date.

Their compliments to others are laced with self-hate. "You’re so talented, I could never pull that off" they say, smiling while beating themselves bloody on the inside.

They apologize. For everything. Late by two minutes? "I’m so sorry." Sent an email? "Sorry if that’s annoying!" Existing? "Sorry for breathing the same air!"

They're "fine." Always "fine." It's said with the same energy as someone duct-taping a broken chair and inviting you to sit on it.

They self-medicate with "productive" coping. Organizing their spice rack at midnight? Totally normal. Redesigning their resume for no reason while crying into a box of crackers? Absolutely fine. Nothing to see here.

They get defensive about the dumbest things. “Of course I’m okay! Look at my to-do list!” (Sure, babe. Tell that to your bloodshot eyes and the way you just called your boss "Mom" on Zoom.)

Their version of self-care is making another list titled “How to Fix Myself” and then immediately feeling guilty for needing it.

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