#TW Fat Shaming

[pamgkrthwrites]

Imagine being Pro Hero Bakugou’s wife and falling pregnant. Neither of you want the world to know yet so you start wearing baggy clothes and going out less. But then some journalists calls you fat in one of his newest articles.

The next day, the public learns about how Bakugou tracked down the journalist, went to his office and beat the guy up. His PR team end up forcing you two to come out about you being pregnant and that’s why Bakugou was so mad.

#bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #Bakugou x you #reader is pregnant #fat shaming #tw fat shaming #cw fat shaming

[fancycroissantgothparty]

*Throws you off the snow sled*

#myart #Fat!Tanigaki Genjiro #male weight gain #tw fat shaming #bhm art #Yeah.... this show has shot me through the skull and done irreparable damage

[dionysianchub]

I've had this ongoing fantasy of being my office's communal pet pig. Everyone's blubbered up little toy to fatten, play with, and abuse to get their stress out and get through the day.

In the mornings come the sweets. Donuts, muffins, scones, and every sticky, sugary breakfast treat that can be carried in those familiar pink boxes gets delivered to my desk. People take turns shoving a few pastries in my mouth before wiping the sticky mess from their fingers onto my too-tight shirt, a couple of them give my belly a few firm slaps before heading to their desk to work. A few stay behind to watch me paw through the pastries, gorging myself as my chair creaks weakly as it struggles to support my growing weight. They have a betting pool going to see how much longer it can hold out.

At lunch time they come by with the unwanted scraps of their own meals, a few committed individuals packing full lunches just for the office pig. They marvel at my gluttony, treating me like the human garbage disposal I am, and watching in mixed pleasure and disgust as I eat everything they give me through heavy breaths and muffled burps. "Good job, fatass." they say, grabbing and shaking one of my overflowing rolls and watching my fat body ripple from the motion. A stray button flies off my shirt, and the person feeding me starts fingering the newly exposed gap in the fabric, prodding my plush blubber as they shove another large bite of food down my throat.

At the end of the day I'm waddling to get to my car, painfully stuffed and aroused from being used as everyone's tubby stress ball all day long, clothing barely hanging on, stretched over the too-full belly now hanging out the bottom of my shrinking shirt. And it's only Wednesday.

#fat fantasy #force feeding fantasy #tw fat shaming #tw degradation #office pig #i want to be a community hog #this is my formal application

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

It Was Only Supposed to be a One Night Stand (part 8)

Tw: Yandere, Montgomery came from a dysfunctional family, fat shaming, like bullying from parents

LOOK AT MY NEW SERIES THAT COMBINES YVES AND MONTGOMERY TOGETHER

Part 9

After four long days and three steamy nights, you finally reached the homestead that Montgomery was raving about.

It is massive. Lively too.

Even during winter, the animals were kicking up a fuss inside their respective barns. The main, open fields didn't seem to be growing anything, but you can see a couple of greenhouses side by side. The silos tower all the nearby buildings. Everything seems all over the place yet organized at the same time, perhaps you're not well versed in the art of farming, you wouldn't get it.

He drove further down to a large, two storey farmhouse. The wooden planks worn with age and memories, plants creeping from under the sheet of powdery white. Montgomery parked right next to five other trucks that clearly saw better days. You turned your head to see that there is another living quarter, this time with two cars, but four vacant parking spots.

Typical of him, he gets out of the car first to open your door.

You held onto his hand as your boots flatten the snow below you. He has a protective arm around your waist, making you sure that you won't fall.

"We made it home." He pulled his scarf down to give you a kiss on the forehead. "Praise lord, we made it safe and sound." Montgomery rubbed your back up and down.

Praise lord? That's new. You never pegged him to be religious, seeing how he is behind bedroom and motel doors.

He struck his knuckles against the sturdy door that's protected by a metal gate. You eyed the rust coating them, wondering how old their properties are.

With this much resources, they should have been filthy rich. Why is everyone cramped into these two houses?

The door swung open to reveal an older male, with greying hair and a baseball cap. He is a lot shorter than Montgomery himself.

"Monty, my boy!" He exclaimed and excitedly opened the gate. Both men flung themselves onto each other and had a hug fest.

"I missed ya, pa." The older gentleman lets out a hearty laugh.

"Missed ya too, Ugly."

Ugly? That's... an odd thing to call your son. You can see that Montgomery's smile faltered a bit.

"So? Gonna introduce me to this beauty here?" His father smiled at you.

"This is (name), my partner." Montgomery clasped his hands on your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. "Born n' raised in the city." He shot his father a look, as if hinting to not make you too uncomfortable with the countryside lifestyle.

"Huh. Now how did ya' get to meet my son? I know y'all city dwellers have sky-high expectations for lovers, especially in the looks department ." He guffawed and slapped Montgomery on the back. "I guess his heart of gold won ya' over."

Your boyfriend looks uncomfortable.

You changed the subject, asking if you could come in due to the freezing weather.

"Come on in! A friend of Monty is a friend of mine, I ain't have much from his side. So, I'm excited to get to know ya!" He steps aside to let the both of you in.

It definitely has a rustic aesthetic. Cushions and rugs worn and tattered. There are three German Shepherds sleeping on the couches. A fluffy grey cat sits atop one of them, eyes serenely closed.

The hearth is crackling loudly and its heat is warming the house up. You looked around to see numerous framed pictures of his family on all sides of the walls.

There are a dizzying number of different faces that you can identify. You wonder if he had a thousand siblings or these are including his cousins and niblings.

"Do I hear that Monty the Ugly is home?!" A high pitched voice rang from another room.

"Ya' sure did, Sugar! Our boy is home!"

A woman of similar age to his father, came rushing in. In her arms held a large wooden bowl filled with what looks like batter of some sort.

She set the bowl down on a table somewhere and hurled herself to Montgomery. She gave him a bone-crushing hug, it was so tight that your boyfriend had the air knocked out of his lungs. That's where he gets his habit from.

She whipped her head towards you, her eyes lit up even more and you could almost feel her gyrating on the spot.

"Oh! Who's this little sweet thing right here?" She let her son go before skittering towards you. His mother reminded you a lot of a hyperactive mouse.

"That's Monty's lover, can you believe it?!" His father replied with great enthusiasm.

She let out a squeal and squeezed your cheeks. "No! I can't. Praise Jesus, he finally found someone who loves him past his outside!"

"That's enough now, ma." He forcefully pried her away from you. She stumbled backward a little, her husband came to her aid but before he could defend her, she had something to say.

"What? I'm just showin' our guest how we welcome folks like them!" Whined his mother. Montgomery ignored them, preferring to inspect your face instead, he caressed your cheeks as he whispered, "I'm sorry about them."

"And I raised ya' better than to put your hands on your mother like that!" His father had a sudden change of tone, his face contorted into something a lot less friendly.

"I know that's right, Monty! The city corrupted your values, ya' should have stayed back and helped with the family business." His mother spat with malice.

"Really!? Right now? In front of my sweetheart?" Montgomery retorted with equal offense. He stood in front of you protectively.

They snapped their head towards you and took a moment of silence. Their animosity dropped as fast as it arrived, they returned to their smiles and giggles.

"Silly ol' us, where are our manners? You ain't even know what to call us!" The father hooked his arm around your neck and gave you a noogie. You wince at the sudden touch and pain.

"You can call me 'ma', and him 'pa'. Forget about the Mr and Mrs crap, we're all family here!" His mother clapped her hands excitedly.

"Hands off!" Montgomery's digits curled around his father's wrist, yanking it away from your head. He shoved him away from you and pressed you close into him. "Don't fucking touch them!" He shouted.

"What the hell has gotten into ya'? We're your parents, for god's sake! You don't get to talk to us like that!" Retaliated his father.

"Precisely, Monty! The city's no good for you. If only you listened to us and pastor--"

You interrupted their potentially disastrous argument, asking to meet the rest of the family. Like before, they immediately forget about their anger and go straight to being lovingly sweet again.

"Yes! I'll call those lazy bones down right now." The mother took a deep breath and began screeching their names, she moved towards the staircase and continued yelling. You had to plug your ears with your fingers, it was as loud as the train. Maybe even louder.

"While my wife's callin' them down, c'mon, I'll teach you their names." His father wanted to put a hand on your shoulder, but Montgomery growled at him. He rolled his eyes and let his hand drop to the side.

You stood in front of the second biggest framed picture in the living room. You let out a sigh of relief, at least you only need to remember the faces and names of 10 people, as opposed to 70 in the largest family picture.

All of them wore the same flannel shirt and type of jeans.

"That's Noel, our youngest. He's turnin' 25 this Christmas. Be careful with him, he's the softest among all of us. He just can't take a joke!" He pointed at the boy who had his hair bleached, his roots were showing. You took note of his rainbow shoelaces.

"That's Baby-Ruth. She's sweeter than chocolate, she's the only one showin' willingness to help out around the farm. Unlike a certain someone who decided to abandon us." He narrowed his eyes at Montgomery, and his father received a mean glare back. Baby-Ruth is the only glowing one in this picture who genuinely looks happy to be in it.

"Ah! Rufus the dog! He's a lean, mean machine, lemme tell ya that. He does all the heavy liftin', he could carry a full-grown cow across the field and not break a sweat! Just hopin' he would lay off the moonshine." Rufus looks horrendous in this picture, eyebags, tousled hair, and sunken cheeks.

"And that's your loverboy, Monty the Ugly!" He pointed at a younger-looking Montgomery.

You said that he looks handsome in this picture, you didn't understand why he's being assigned the title. But truth be told, he just looks average.

Upon hearing that, Montgomery felt his heart swell and he became bashful. But the moment was ruined when his father decided to laugh in your face.

"I guess big places like the city have some big variety of tastes. Not here, though."

You tried defending your boyfriend, feeling upset that he's unfairly treated in this family. Or maybe you felt offended when he implied that your standards are low. You said that he was well sought after in the city, people liked how strong and rugged he was. There is no way he's considered unattractive here.

What you said is not necessarily true in Montgomery's experiences, but it made him melt nonetheless.

You fully expected a shouting match with his father like earlier. But he only brushed it off and took it as a joke.

"Stop yankin' my chains, ain't no way the majority prefer... this-" He gestured towards your boyfriend. "-Over, this!" He pointed to the next family member.

You wouldn't admit it out loud. But whoever his father is pointing at is definitely a hunk. He has a million-dollar smile and striking hazel eyes. The man has his hair slicked back into a neat fashion, you can see his muscles peeking out of his flannel. He knows how to flaunt his good side.

"Our poster boy, Beau! All the ladies in town and out of town is chasin' after him. That's why, he's the face of our products. Shame that he married a woman that didn't quite match his level."

You asked him if he's calling his wife hideous.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Somethin' like that. You're a much better fit for him, but I guess to each their own."

You shot Montgomery a look, your mouth agape. Is his family always like this? He looked away shamefully, starting to regret visiting home.

"Next! Betty the fatty! She could never seem to shed that weight." He chuckled. "I guess Mama's fried chicken's too good for her to resist! Breaking a chair or five never stopped her from getting seconds or thirds or fifteenths during Thanksgiving!"

You brought your hands to your head. You told him that they must be insane, Betty may be chubbier than the rest of them, but she looks normal. Perhaps even thinner than you are, given her height. Either way, She doesn't deserve to be talked about like that.

"Ah, don't you worry. I was just kiddin'. She only broke four chairs with her fatass. Plus, she can take a joke. Unlike a certain wannabe blondie." Before you could even argue about anything else, Montgomery squeezed your shoulder gently. You turned your head to see him shaking his head, pleading with you to drop it. So you did.

"We got the other end of the spectrum, Emerson the Skeleton!" Horrified, your eyes trailed to the end of his fingertips. He's pointing to an emaciated woman who has a scarf tied to her head, it looks like she's trying to cover up part of her hair. She didn't appear to be smiling and her eyes looked vacant.

"She's lazy. Barely helping out with the farm and always sleepin' in. Always spendin' her hard-earned check at the hospital, I wonder what's so interestin' over there."

You cannot tell if he was joking or if he truly did not understand she was suffering from some sort of illness.

"We worry for her, she's nearly 40 and unmarried. I reckon it's cause she ain't have no meat on her bones. Men like to go for something with a little more substance, ya' get what I'm saying?" He nudges you in the rib using his elbow.

Montgomery was about to jump in, but you raised a palm to him. Telling him that it's fine.

"And finally, our oldest. Mary-Grace. Can't believe she's turnin' 50. Time has gone by so fast." He has a wistful look on his face. The oldest looked... tortured. She seems so angry yet so trapped. Her deep wrinkles show you unseen expressions.

Interestingly enough, he has nothing much to say about her.

"Then, there's us! Me, Robert Yeller and my lovely wife, Anna-Mae Yeller. We've been married for 50 long years. She's just a couple months older than I am, but she acts just like my mother!" They both look the happiest. Everyone except Baby-Ruth looked like they were attending a funeral in comparison.

You asked how old are they now.

"We turned 66 this year." The gears started turning in your head. You rather not think about it in the end.

"-meet the new addition to our family!" Your ears perked up at the voice of Anna-Mae. You turned around to see Noel, Emerson and Mary-Grace Yeller. Your eyes rolled down to see a gaggle of children, excitedly chattering among each other.

The children squealed when they saw you and Montgomery. They were like high-speed bullets the way they came running. They latched onto you, their weight making you lose your balance and fall to the ground.

You groaned as they laughed and hugged you close.

"I know y'all are excited to meet your new pibling. But guys, git off them, you're going to scare my Sweetheart away!" He shooed them off you, they shrieked playfully as Montgomery exaggerated his stomps, chasing them around the room until they slipped off to somewhere else to play.

Montgomery seems to get along with the children well. You wondered if he wanted children later in life, that may be a problem given the economy is on a downward trend.

Your boyfriend helped you up, checking you for any injuries sustained.

You turned your face to look at his siblings. They're... nothing like their parents personality-wise. They stared at you cautiously, a conflicted look rested on their faces as soon as their eyes landed on Montgomery.

There was tension in the air, Mary-Grace furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Montgomery. Then he turned to you, and an unreadable expression emerged.

"Welcome. Make yerself' at home." She was curt. She turned around and walked away.

"Hello." Emerson rasps. She gave you a small wave and a polite smile. She too, left the room promptly.

Noel looked you up and down, seemingly judging you.

"How was life like in the city?" He ignored you, asking Montgomery.

"Show my partner some respect, if you know what's good for you." Seethed Montgomery through his gritted teeth.

"Sup." He gave you an upward nod. You mirrored his behavior.

"Were you happy?" Asked Noel, treating you like you're invisible. "Were they any less 'sensitive' than me?"

"Noel." He snarled. "Not now."

To your surprise, Noel didn't inherit any of their Southern accents. He almost sounds... Californian.

Noel snorted. "Welcome to the Yeller household. I can tell you're going to love it here." The sarcasm dripping from his tone definitely didn't go undetected. He went back upstairs, you heard a loud slam shortly after.

"Heh, guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, amirite?" The couple laughed in unison.

Montgomery rubbed your arm up and down. "Let's go." He whispered.

He excused himself needing to set the luggage down in the bedroom. You followed him to the car, not wanting to be in the same room as the unstable elderly couple.

What have you gotten yourself into?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #male yandere oc x reader #oc montgomery #tw fatphobia #tw fat shaming #tw dysfunctional family

[latestagejenga]

Alright

I am officially done

I have snapped

I am putting this “fat” MM!April shit to bed once and for all

A while ago I saw someone take a photo of Taylor Swift, trace her waistline, and compare it side by side with a cartoon “skinny” woman to prove that cartoons often portray women with unrealistic proportions

I intend to do something rather similar

I am a very skinny woman. I’ve been told this my whole life. I have traced the outline of my waist and the outline of MM!April’s waist and have compared them side by side

It’s plain to see that there is like an inch difference at most. It’s called having room for your internal organs

#mutant mayhem #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtle mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mm!april #mutant mayhem april #april o'neil #tw fat shaming #twitter bullshit

[doriandrifting]

Do ya'll think we're gonna get a Will vs. Vecna parallel to this scene in S5?

tw: fatphobia + homophobia

Mike: As long as we can still play, who cares?

Will: Really?

Mike: Yeah, totally. Let’s start a new party, you and me. *holds Will’s hand*

Will: *leans in*

Mike: Oh my god! I meant as a friend. You actually thought I could like someone as sick and disgusting as you? No matter how many stupid paintings you make...*Mike’s hand begins to change* What's wrong Will? I thought I was your heart!

Because the longer I look at this, the more I start to think it’s not going to be romantic…

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #vecna #tw fat shaming #tw homophobia

[elvispresley]

“Yes. That's mine. I wrote it. It was getting hard to be someone then. I was grossly overweight and needed help and only one critic/reviewer ever spotted it and it was A Aronowitz in the New York Post. He said 'Johnny' or whatever he was calling me, is crying out for help. And I didn't realise that I was at the time. I was just writing a song for the movie. I wrote it 'Bam! Bam!' like that, and got the single.

It was really getting weird then. The whole Beatles thing was just beyond comprehension and I was eating and drinking like a pig and I was fat as a pig, dissatisfied with myself and subconsciously crying for help. It was like the Fat Elvis period. You see the movie, he's very fat, very insecure and completely loss of self.

I'm singing about when I was younger and all the rest of it. Now the positive thing is, yes, yes, I'm very positive. I also go through deep depressions where I'd like to jump out the window, you know? I am an amazingly emotional person. It's becoming easier to deal with as I get older and I realise, I try -I don't know whether control is the right word - or l've grown up a little, or you calm down a little but the swings and the motion from ecstatic highs to suicidal depressions are actually physically and mentally wearing and I've always had it, all my life.

I remember Maureen Cleave, a writer - the one who did the famous 'We're more popular than Jesus' story in the Evening Standard - asked me, 'Why don't you ever write songs with more than one syllable?' So in 'Help!' there are two- or three-syllable words and I very proudly showed them to her and she still didn't like them. I was insecure then, and things like that happened more than once. I never considered it before. So after that I put a few words with three syllables in, but she didn't think much of them when I played it to her, anyway.

I don't like the recording too much; we did it too fast, trying to be commercial... I might do 'I Want To Hold Your Hand' and 'Help!' again, because I like them and I can sing them.”

— John Lennon on the song Help! and his mental state

#TW fat shaming #TW suicide #this quote just broke my heart #it really shows what he thought about himself and it’s just… sigh. #also it proves that he wasn’t satisfied with how help! turned out… so ☕️ #john lennon #the beatles #text #❤️‍🩹

[pinkandpurple360]

Omg another thing-

I know this probably the least of the problems in Helluva but,, I'm really hung up on the fatphobia.

I'm kinda chubby and have been my whole life, and my genetics don't help lol. But I work out and try to be somewhat healthy (as a come student who lives across the street from a Taco Bell lmaoo)

But to be real for a sec, Loona's jokes towards Moxxie are just always out of nowhere and are always malicious. Blitzø has no problem when it comes to that but when someone fat shames Fizz, it's over??

Like I'm sorry but what's the metric? And why are people even making fun of Moxxie's weight to begin with?? It just seems like a really unecessary gag that just leads to character inconsistensy. Not to mention the fatphobic stereotypes associated with Mammon (even if they're minor and not totally addressed).

Idk. Like I said before, I just want the show to be and do better. Some of these characters are comfort characters to me, but there's always that insecurity of "oof but some would bully the shit out of me"

It's dumb. Sorry for oversharing lol (please don't answer if you feel uncomfortable with that, and I apologize in advance in case it bothers you)

By all means if something is ever hurtful or uncomfortable for you please don’t feel any need to minimise that. A lot of people have had the same sentiment. No one has the right to judge you over your body hon you don’t have to explain anything to me. Be kind to yourself always ok ? 💙

Weight shaming a person is nasty. Making it a running gag is even nastier. And they only ever say that to make Moxie shut up when he’s trying to point something out, or criticise someone’s choices. He’s allowed to be annoyed at Loona for being a bad employee, she’s only there out of nepotism. And he’s usually right in his assessments. Loona and Blitz just can’t take criticism at all. They can’t admit that this setup isn’t working.

With Mammon, going by the fandoms reactions we’re supposed to point and laugh at his weight…mock him for weight shaming others not because weight shaming is bad but because you can only do that to people if you’re thin?? Idk. People focus on his weight more so than his abuse of other people. Fat jokes are so out.

#tw fat shaming #tw body shaming #helluva boss critical #mammon

[shprka]

Ok but as top gun fandom lets consider Jake Hangman Seresin as a fat gay kid in Texas. That shit makes you have self confidence issues and build walls. It could makee Jake want to be an overachiever bc he felt ugly all his life, then maybe puberty hit and he lost lots of weight by working out hard. And it made him realise you have to work hard to achieve success (and people's love and praise) and he was always a dirty little secret of the people he hooked up in the past 1. Bc of the gay thing and being in the closet and 2. Bc he was fat. No one ever told him he's pretty or worth his achievements. And then he got ripped, got into the military, was no 1 pilot since then. It prolly gave him whiplash and trust issues. Always thinking, guys just found him hot and wouldnt like him if he was still fat etc. And those trust issues, this constant protecting himself, made him into a bit of a bitch bc tbh, lots of pilots are probably assholes anyway, and its easier to be this way. So you have this man who is on the surface proud and overconfident to make up for the trust issues and maybe some weight issues he still has

Then Rooster comes in and is Jake's hackles rise cos he accuses him on all sorts of shit

Then he and Rooster get together amd he figures out why Jake likes praise so much

#tw fat shaming #tw fatphobia #just to be safe #but i think it makes lots of sense #i think jake doesnt havw a like a big traumatic event to happen to him in life #but this build up of others failing him and rejecting him for who he is so hes trying to be an overconfident asshole #and an overarchiver to make up for feeling inadequatw #idk.let me know what you guys think #hangster #jake hangman seresin

[mothmanyeetus]

Got a bunch of DW magazines since they were in a cheap lot!

6 canonically gives Peri a nightmare because she fatshamed him and told him he should eat a salad.

I’m sorry but that’s hilarious.

#doctor who #dw #classic who #dw comics #doctor who comics #doctor who magazine #vintage #sixth doctor #6th doctor #peri brown #tw fatphobia #tw fat shaming #menace to society #he was not gonna let that slide

[oldwebsurfing]

Found at fantasyanime.com/pokemon4

#fatachu #pikachu #tw fat shaming #tw fatphobia #tw fat #90s #y2k #pokemon #oldweb #webcore #web graphics #ms paint #pokemon generation 1 #pokemon red and blue #fat pikachu #screenshot

[earlymodernbarbie]

Hey does anyone else remember when Ariana Grande licked a donut and said she hated America only to deflect and say that she actually meant that she hates fat kids childhood o*esity? Because I do

#fatphobia #tw fatphobia #tw fat shaming #anti fatphobia #anti ariana grande

[spideyskrunkly]

So I told someone about Criminal Case and they didn't like Jones which was heartwrenching but what can I do. But then they said that Ramirez was too fat and annoying and.... I need to buy a gun

#criminal case #grimsborough #eduardo ramirez #tw fat shaming #tw fatphobia

[ysabelmystic]

I don’t care what the information is I will not trust a health documentary that uses negative language surrounding food consumption and weight gain.

I don’t mean like “obesity is correlated with a greater risk of developing diabetes”

I mean like “this study examined the brain differences between two groups of people who were given a milkshake. One group enjoys stuffing their faces with ice cream. The other consumes a healthy diet” (proceeds to show a fat person and a thin person).

Fuck. All the way off.

#I had to watch it for school and I’m fucking irritated about it #tw fatphobia #tw fat shaming