With so much Louie to fill, they'll be lots of puffing, swelling, and creaking, all throughout the day. And they're gonna savor every breath of it.~ (A respectfully round art trade for @AD52241. Featuring the balloon Louie of @RooSilly931.)

I hope so,David. My mother used to say “creaking doors last long”. Love you David.

That shirt button is fucking creaking. Fat cunt

Sypha's face went scarlet red seeing the dress and the opened box, she would silently glare at him but knew she had no choice, feeling such shame as she would grab the dress and head into the bathroom. After five minutes of creaking of the latex she would step out-

The potential sale comes as the south London football club pushes to modernise its creaking Selhurst Park stadium, parts of which date back to the 1920s. ft.trib.al/rpSyIgq

"Megalodon vs Sea-Plane" Seedance 2 Prompt - (13 second Prompt) A massive megalodon, huge as a whale with grey scarred skin, has clamped onto the left float of a small seaplane as it races across a wide lake in bright daylight. The plane is at full speed, hopping and banging across the water with the big fish holding on. A patrol boat speeds alongside, a crew member braced at the front with a launcher on his shoulder. Sound: roaring propeller, splashing water, creaking metal, water churning, radio voices. Shot 1 (0–3s) — THE HOOK: Fast side tracking shot just above the water. The seaplane rushes across the lake at full power, spray flying everywhere — and the megalodon has its huge mouth shut tight on the left float, pulling the plane's nose down. The plane skips and leans hard to one side. Inside, the pilot wrestles the controls and shouts on his radio: "IT'S PULLING ME DOWN! DROP THE FLOAT — I'LL SHAKE IT LOOSE!" Shot 2 (3–5s): On the patrol boat racing beside the plane. The crew member kneels at the front, lowers his eye to the launcher sight, and aims steadily at the water beside the plane, finger ready on the trigger. He gives one short nod and speaks low: "Drop it. I'm ready." Shot 3 (5–8s): Inside the shaking cockpit. The pilot reaches down, grips the red release handle, and pulls it hard. Outside — the pins pop and the damaged float breaks away. The megalodon drops back into the lake with the float in its mouth, and the plane leaps forward, suddenly light and free. Shot 4 (8–12s) — BIG SLOW-MOTION MOMENT: On the boat, the crew member FIRES — a clear shot of the launcher kicking back, smoke bursting from the tube, the rocket streaking out across the water. At that exact moment the megalodon bursts up out of the lake and leaps high into the air, the broken float still in its mouth. Bullet time — the giant fish hangs at the top of its leap, and the rocket flies straight into its side. A huge burst of fire, water, and spray fills the air. Shot 5 (12–13s): Time snaps back. Glowing pieces fall into the lake as the megalodon splashes down hard. The seaplane, leaning on its one float, lifts off the water and climbs up into the sky through the smoke.

I just spontaneously wanted to be a massive creaking chocoblimp @////@ <3

This is too much. I'm creaking at the accumulation of that look, those pigtails, the pose itself, those shapes below, and those hella-textured soles.

Bus is making extremely loud creaking sounds

Bed creaking with every deep stroke in @gorillapussyx 💦

‹ know anyone personally who had traveled that far. But I heard stories. Like that they have striped horses." The witcher watched how Rahid scrambled up and sat down on the crate carefully, the wood creaking under his weight. He kept his hands on his knees, shoulders hunched, ›

@TangoTekLP Tangy Wangy check out this creaking haunted house, could be cool for DO3! Btw, your redstone setup is insane! 👊 youtube.com/shorts/NPC0M4TtH…

I love making people more acquainted with my belly. The creaking groaning as my guts pull them through, the shuddering gluts and bubbly gurgles as they’re softened up and destroyed. It’s a shame that they’ll never be able to see what they do to my figure 💙 🎨: @vorewizard

BUILD THE CREAKING BALLROOM!!!!

‘Midnight Snack’ It was the third year since I had started living alone. Because of my work schedule, I usually returned home late and often ate my meals in the middle of the night. That night, it was already past two in the morning. Unable to ignore my hunger, I decided to make a simple midnight snack using the ingredients left in my refrigerator. The apartment was silent. The only sound was the hum of the microwave. Without turning on the television, I carried the bowl of rice porridge I had prepared to the dining table. I had barely taken my first bite when I heard it. Clink. The sound came from the kitchen. Setting down my spoon, I went to check. No one was there. Assuming it was my imagination, I returned to the table. As I raised another spoonful to my mouth— Clink. This time, I heard it clearly. It sounded like dishes lightly touching one another. I slowly walked back into the kitchen. Clean bowls rested on the sink where I had left them. Nothing seemed unusual. But when I returned to the table, I noticed something strange. Beside my bowl was another pair of chopsticks. I lived alone. No one had come over. Feeling uneasy, I put the chopsticks back into the drawer. I resumed eating. Then I noticed that the amount of porridge in the bowl had decreased. At first, I thought I was mistaken. But with each bite I took, more food disappeared than I had eaten. It was as if someone sitting across from me was sharing the meal. I cautiously looked up. The chair opposite me was empty. Even so, I heard the faint creaking of the tatami floor. Creak. Creak. As though someone was shifting in their seat. At that moment, I felt a strong gaze fixed upon me. It came from the empty chair. I froze. Then the screen of my smartphone, lying on the table, suddenly lit up. My reflection appeared on the dark screen. Behind me— someone was sitting across the table. A thin figure. Its head hung low, hiding its face. Only its slender arms were visible. In one hand, it held a pair of chopsticks. I screamed and spun around. No one was there. I looked back at my phone. The figure on the screen was slowly raising its head. Its face was pale. Its eyes were sunken. Grains of rice clung to the corners of its mouth. It had been eating my midnight snack. The next day, I told the apartment manager what had happened. After a moment of silence, he explained that a man who had lived in the apartment before me had died there. He had been overwhelmed by work and often neglected to eat properly. When he was found, a half-finished late-night meal had still been sitting on the table. Since then, whenever I eat late at night, I make sure to set out only one pair of chopsticks. I also clean up immediately after finishing my meal. Even so, I occasionally sense a presence sitting in the empty chair across from me. Clink. The sound of dishes echoes through the quiet apartment. And sometimes, my midnight snack seems to have diminished ever so slightly. If you ever find yourself eating alone in the middle of the night and discover an extra pair of chopsticks laid out on the table, never look at the seat across from you. Someone who has not yet finished their meal may still be sitting there. #ScaryStory #GhostStory