#cw disordered eating

[support]

Everything okay?

If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, you are not alone.  

If you are in the United States, please try:

National Eating Disorders Association (support, resources, treatment options)

If you are outside the United States, visit IASP to find help lines related to eating disorders for your country. 

For self-help courses on body image and general peer support, please try Koko. 

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#tumblr #counseling #prevention #self harm #psa #Tumblr support #tumblr help #tumblr staff #eating disorder #recovery #treatment

[shortkingchilchuck]

"Chilchuck doesn't have an eating disorder, he's just harming his body thru the way he eats because he thinks achieving a particular goal is more important than his health!" My brother in Christ what do you think an eating disorder is

#''chilchuck doesn't have an eating disorder'' is the coldest take of all time tbh. like. do you think people just catch one like the flu??? #dungeon meshi #chilchuk tims #dunmeshi #mine #cw ed mention #cw disordered eating

[lylahammar]

People always talk about how Laios is a character who gives fat vibes even if he isn't technically fat in canon which is very true, and I have some thoughts on that!! (this will be a long post lol sorry)

There's a lot of material in the dunmeshi extras that show how fatness factors into dungeon exploration, which shows that only the most skilled adventurers are able to keep weight on while in the dungeon (thank you to @savaralyn2 for the translations! links to the individual posts these panels come from are added on the pics):

So we know, at the very least, that most of the characters are kept thinner than they would be naturally through the strain of death/revivification in the main dungeon. We also see that Laios has some fat on him, which through the text means that he's skilled enough to at least keep some of his weight (which makes sense, he doesn't die very often in canon).

(to be clear this ^ doesn't constitute as "fat," he is built as fuck here he just has some fat on his body which shows his prowess as a fighter in this universe) HOWEVER my personal little pet theory/headcanon is that Laios actually has a difficult relationship with food! I know that doesn't make much sense at first since he's shown to eat a lot in canon, but hear me out. In pre-canon, before he reunited with Falin, he's shown to be extremely gaunt:

But after partnering up with Falin, he gains weight and looks much more healthy very quickly. Part of this is definitely because of his unstable living situation/mental illness, but he and Falin still live in very poor conditions after this and he still manages to gain weight/get healthier, so I believe it's mainly due to her making sure he eats enough. We also know that Laios is. most certainly autistic. Nobody argue with me on that it's like pretty much widely accepted as canon for a lot of reasons lmao. So my theory is that he's actually food sensitive. He's shown to not really care about food that isn't monster-related. Even when he eats regular food, he's usually imagining it being a monster instead.

He has never eaten squid before, which is totally normal, but could also support my theory in a way :P it being a monster still can't save it from the autistic sensory bad experience in this case, though.

So I think that his adventurous eating during the course of the story isn't because he's actually an adventurous eater normally, it's purely because of his special interest (monsters, duh). During his journey to recover Falin, he's able to build up a healthier relationship with food through Senshi's guidance and the involvement of his special interest.

By the end of the story, after he's retired from dungeon exploration and living in comfort/safety, and with his newly healthy diet, he's finally able to gain a lot more weight. Imo, his is a story of someone who's naturally meant to be fat, but is only able to reach that point when in a stable and healthy environment.

(for the record I know he's not that fat in this post canon comic, but this is only a year and a bit after the end of the story so there's still time lol)

alright I'm goin back to drawing now just had to infodump for a minute ✌️ keep it sleazy

#lyla's talking again #this is all probably common fanon but I just wanted to type out my specific thoughts on it lol #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers #laios touden #long post #CW disordered eating

[steventhusiast]

steve as an autistic person with ARFID (avoidant restrictive food intake disorder) TW: disordered eating, internalised ableism

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moving in with eddie is the best decision steve ever made. he wouldn't change the decision for anything, he loves eddie and he loves sharing his life with him.

but.

now that the move is over, he finds himself hiding away from eddie a lot, cheeks flushed red with shame or embarrassment when he gets caught with one of his meals. it's hard to explain, but his relationship with food is... rocky to say the least.

it's always been that way, ever since he can remember, but it was easier to handle when he was younger. being a picky eater is cute up to a certain point, but eventually steve's mom had stopped chuckling at him spitting out new foods she got him to try, had stopped comforting him when he cried because he didn't know what he wanted to eat. but even when his mom would reprimand him for his pickiness, she would still help without knowing. she would decide what meals he would eat, and when, and that took so much off his shoulders.

because everything about food is overwhelming for steve. the choices, the textures, the preparation and cooking, the sensation of the food sitting in his stomach. so it was nice, for the choices to be taken care of, and for the preparation and cooking to be done for him.

and then his parents started going on their business trips when he was twelve, and suddenly food was something he had to be in charge of.

with no guidance, and a lot of anxiety, he developed some eating rituals that he knows aren't healthy, aren't good for him, but it's all he can manage.

so he hides from eddie. because hiding away while he eats his childish safe meal (cheese sandwich with an apple cut meticulously into slices and a single storebought cookie) twice a day as he adjusts to the change from living alone to living with his boyfriend, is better than eddie seeing how badly he handles being an adult.

eddie lets him get away with it at first, because he understands steve's anxiety around big changes to an extent. but after a bit, eating alone clearly takes somewhat of a toll on him, because he seeks steve out three weeks after they've moved in together.

it's 5:20pm, so steve is having his sandwich, apple slices, and cookie hidden away in the spare room they've turned into a shared study. it's not that every single day that meal is all he eats, but for the past few weeks he's been anxiety ridden at the changes happening, and it's all he's been able to manage. today, he's bravely added some roast chicken to the sandwich and counts it as a win.

when eddie quietly pushes open the door, steve flushes red with shame. the meal isn't even that bad, that obviously a bad sign without knowing it's all he's been able to eat recently, but the second eddie's eyes land on the plate and all the food that's kept distinctly separated on it steve hears his mom's voice in his head, nagging him about nutrition and being childish and immature and pathetic.

"you gonna tell me why you're always eating in here, sweetheart?" eddie asks after a few moments of watching steve, and steve sags in the desk chair a little. he doesn't really know how to explain.

but he looks up at eddie's face, meets his eyes for the few seconds he can bare it, and sees only earnest concern on his boyfriend's face. he tries to find the words for it anyway, talks in stuttered half-sentences as he pushes the food around on the plate. eddie doesn't talk until he's done.

"it's just.. it's embarrassing. i hate that i'm like this. i'm twenty years old, i should be able to handle taking care of myself." he finishes, and finally takes a bite of his sandwich. he winces at the new texture introduced by the chicken, but is hyperaware of eddie's eyes on him, so he forces it down. he feels like he has to prove to himself that he can eat it.

"good thing you don't have to handle that alone anymore." eddie says simply, and takes a couple steps toward the desk, pulling up the spare office chair from where it usually sits in the corner so he can sit by steve.

"what?" steve asks, brows furrowed.

"we're a team now, stevie. and if food is.. hard for you, then i can try and help. we can- we can set goals at the beginning of the week, an ideal meal plan, and then i can take care of the cooking and keep it to similar times each day, and you just have to worry about the eating part." eddie's always been good at coming up with plans on the spot, but hearing him brainstorm how he can help steve makes tears well up in steve's eyes for some reason.

"that'd be.. that'd be really nice, eds." he says softly, makes himself take another bite of his sandwich.

"great. food can be my thing, and washing the dishes can be yours, 'kay? just the thought of touching food in the sink makes me wanna gag." eddie pats steve's arm gently as he talks, and steve blinks away the overwhelmed tears as a smile creeps onto his face. god, he loves eddie so much.

"deal." he whispers, and gets a smile in response.

eddie leans over to press a kiss to his shoulder, and watches him suffer through two more bites of his sandwich before making another suggestion.

"why don't we go watch tv while you eat, hm? take your mind off it?"

and the suggestion sounds good, reminds steve that he doesn't have to hide in the study anymore to eat. so he gets up, picks up his plate, and follows eddie out to the living room.

leaving the study feels like a big moment, and taking a bite of the sandwich on the couch instead of the office chair feels like an even bigger one.

but eddie's right next to him, murmuring commentary about the random tape they'd put on into his ear to keep his mind off of the task ahead of him.

so it's not quite as scary.

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part 2 / part 3

#autistic steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #stranger things #mywriting #defo not me projecting insanely onto steve #i wish i had an eddie to help me #cw disordered eating

[solargeist]

Ok but now I'm wondering if Grian has food trauma responses. Like, once he's on Hermitcraft, he hoards food or is obsessive about his farms, bc for so long food was (somewhat unintentional) leverage that could be used against him. I can imagine something like that going unnoticed in 3rd life bc resources are scarce and everyone is constantly stealing and sabotaging, but on Hermitcraft where resources are plentiful? Suddenly very obvious

i've thought abt this ! and yeah !! He's got issues !!!

He hoards food, he doesn't like eating around people, he doesn't like throwing away anything, even if its rotted or covered in mold, he'll leave it tucked away with the rest, just in case. (tho he'd like to not eat mold)

In 3rd life, he had to be the one to provide food, he felt uneasy when Scar did, he doesn't want to rely on anyone. They did pretty well together when it came to rationing and collecting food though, they both come from a background where food isn't reliable, but they have different reactions to it, Scar indulges as celebration ("lets drink! we won a fight!"), while Grian just wants to see the food is safe and there when he needs it, he sometimes repeatedly checks the cabinet when hes stressed.

It might be hard to notice in Hermitcraft, at least for awhile I think, he's pretty good at deflecting, and he was pretty shy at first so its not something people would notice.

Xisuma gave him hot chocolate when Grian first showed up in HC, but he wouldn't drink it til Xisuma left the room.

Mumbo would probably be the first to notice I think, he'd sit on the thought for awhile though, taking mental note, before asking one day like 'ok, can't help but notice, but you don't really drink or even eat anything do you ?'

This isn't his only issues though, he's got a problem with control, with self worth, i think he hides it fairly well, but he tends to overwork himself thinking he owes Xisuma everything for letting him hide out in HC away from Watchers.

He might always feel the urge to prove himself.

#cw disordered eating #ask #evoau #the watchers did Not mean to give him so many issues #note: xisuma has no idea grian feels like this in the Au

[gatheringbones]

laura s. brown, from lesbians, weight, and eating: new analyses and perspectives, from lesbian psychologies: explorations and challenges, edited by the boston lesbian psychologies collective, 1987

["Lesbian fat activists, a non-client population, seemed to be women who are comfortable with their lesbianism. My lesbian clients who are fat, although not necessarily activists, seem to be generally unconcerned about their weight and are for the most part physically active women who perceive themselves as healthy and attractive. I have noticed a relationship between healing from homophobia and reduction of negative self-concept where weight is concerned. For example, a lesbian client who entered therapy from a position of great internalized homophobia could not comfortably say the word 'lesbian' and avoided associating with other lesbians. Her weight was greater than average for her height, although within the norms for women in her family: she consciously perceived her fat as one of the indicators of her lesbianism and her undesirability as a person. Therapy focused on issues of internalized homophobia as it affected self-concept and interpersonal functioning. However, a side effect of the therapy was that this woman came to embrace her lesbianism in a more positive manner, she also began to see herself as attractive at her current weight. She changed her hairdo so that her face, which she had previously stigmatized as looking fat, and had tried to hide with her hair, would be more visible. She also purchased clothing in bright colors that she had always liked but had avoided buying for fear of bringing attention to her "fat, unattractive" body. She took up exercise, which she had loved as a girl but abandoned after puberty as her body assumed its (apparently) genetically determined larger size. She became active in the lesbian community and often commented in therapy sessions about her amazement that there were so many attractive women who were also fat. Her relationship with food also changed: she began to be more careful about what she put into her body, and paid better attention to foods that left her feeling uncomfortable and off center, rather than simply to caloric content.

Such anecdotal and clinical observations must be made cautiously because the empirical data is sparse. The trends that I and my colleagues have observed clinically when we consciously attend to the relationship between homophobia and fat oppression are suggestive. They point to some directions that lesbians and therapists, and therapists who work with lesbians, may wish to consider in working with lesbian clients around issues of food, eating, and body image and size.

It is essential for therapists to examine internalized myths of fat oppression as we apply them to ourselves and our clients. Do we, for instance, assume that fat women are fat because they are eating in an out-of-control manner? Do we assume that women who are not fat are not concerned with their weight and are eating in ways that are healthy and functional simply because the result is one of normal size? Do we accept the ego-dystonic nature of a woman's fat as proof of the need to lose weight, or do we ask the same questions that are not asked about so-called ego-dystonic homosexuality as a diagnosis? Do we secretly envy women with bulimia because "they can eat as much as they want and it never shows"? Do we fat-oppress ourselves by shaming ourselves about our own pleasure in food or by engaging in self-punitive actions such as compulsive dieting? Do we fat-oppress fat women by assuming that they want suggestions about diets, or by telling them "I feel fat, too"— pretending empathy with the real-world aspects of discrimination against fat women by virtue of our own participation in the process of fat oppression? When we hear lesbians derided as fat and ugly, do we protest that "we're not all fat," or do we examine carefully the relationship between the devaluation of fat women and the devaluation of lesbians? Until and unless the therapist examines and changes her own internalized fat oppression, she is likely to fat-oppress her clients, in either overt or covert manners.

In re-examining our fat oppressive norms, we must also make the personal connections to our internalized homophobia and from there, to the misogyny that lies at the basis of them both. A woman who nurtures herself with food, and who does so without guilt, shame, and self-hate has challenged a very basic message given women against feeling worthy of love and sustenance. A lesbian who loves herself and her love of other women and does so without guilt, shame, and self-hate breaks another such rule, that of compulsory heterosexuality. A woman who is spending time and energy on her own pleasure by feeding herself lovingly, by using the resources available to her, by taking as much space as her body grows into, is as clearly revolutionary as is the woman who loves, values, and commits her energies to the love of women. It is quite natural and healthy for women to rebel against the woman-hating inherent in both fat-oppression and homophobia. So-called "eating-disordered" women are the most obvious causalities of that battle. The struggle to be able to stay thin enough while still eating enough to satisfy hunger is often manifested in the alternative bouts of bingeing, purging, and laxative abuse found in bulimia, or in the swings between compulsive stuffing and compulsive dieting found in other women who feel too fat."]

#laura s. brown #the boston lesbian psychologies collective #lesbian literature #cw disordered eating #cw weight mention #transcribed

[luveline]

Hi jade I’m the anon that asked about the non zombie au Steve blurbs! I just thought of a story idea: Steve with a gf that’s recovering from ED?

hi babe!! hope this is ok<3 fem!reader

cw implied eating disorder recovery

"Ready?" Steve asks. 

You lean back in his bed and cross your arms over your tummy. "No… are you sure we have to go? I'd way rather stay and watch a movie here. Please?" 

"Please," he says back. "I really wanna see this one, he's, like, a tomb raider."

"You realise there were two movies before this one, right?"

"Yeah, but I didn't know you knew that. I think you'll like it too, babe. You think that Ford guy is handsome." 

"I think you're handsome, and I can see you right here." 

Steve takes his jacket off. As soon as he does you feel awful, throwing your legs over the side of the bed to stop him undressing further. "I'm kidding. I'll go. Come on, you're right, Harrison Ford is really handsome." 

"Are you sure?" he asks, jacket held in his hands loosely. "I know you haven't been feeling the best, so if you don't wanna go, it's fine. We can go later in the week." 

"I– I don't wanna–" You hate stammering around him, but admitting how you feel about this carries an awkward weight. A fettering kind of shame. "We'll have, like, nachos and popcorn and stuff, and movie food is really–" 

"I get it," he says, nodding.

Steve puts the jacket down on his dresser and grabs your hand, pulling you back enough to sit with him again on the bed. Sheets crumple under your hands. You're in for a Harrington pep talk, you can tell. You need it so much you don't try to fight it.

"Stuff like that sets me off," you mumble, though he already knows, "and I've had a really good week this week, I don't wanna ruin it." 

"The week isn't ruined if you have a slip up, you know that," Steve says gently.

It's just hard. Even though he loves you. Even though he understands. It's raw to be seen at what you feel is your worst, while you trust Steve to be kind about it, because something tells you that your worst is the worst. You know you aren't lesser for having this problem, but knowing and feeling don't align when it comes to this. 

"I don't want to go somewhere that's going to make you feel shitty, though, seriously," he says, his arm slipping behind your back. He kisses your cheek, and speaks warmly in your ear, "if you don't feel like you can do it tonight, then you don't have to." 

"This is silly. I can't keep interrupting our lives because I'm worried about how eating butter is going to make me feel." 

Steve rubs your back. "Don't do that, honey. You don't have to make it smaller than it feels."

"Steve," you say quietly. 

"I know this isn't small for you. I promise it's not small for me, either, and it isn't disrupting my life. You getting better is a thousand times more important to me than seeing a movie, so if you feel like you can't be there, we won't go." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

Steve hugs you. "Yeah. Yeah, of course I am. I'm proud of you. Not everyone understands it, I know, 'n' I know that makes it harder, but I'm on your side." He pulls away to make sure he's said the right thing. 

You smile at him fondly, reaching up to brush rogue strands of hair off of his forehead.

"Let's stay here and have the dinner we planned," he says, nodding hopefully. 

You nod back. "Okay… Thanks, Stevie. I promise we'll see the movie soon." 

"That's alright. I don't like that you knew that guy's first name anyway. Can't have a movie star stealing my girl, I can't compete with that." 

You snort and flick his arm. He flicks you back. 

"You sweep him completely," you tell him. 

The total and inarguable truth. You don't need a movie star when you have him. Steve hugs you again, this time pushing you down into bed to rub his face against yours. "That's what I like hearing."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #tw disordered eating #cw disordered eating

[gabessquishytum]

Ok re Hob+food

Can we talk about the sheer abundance of the modern era compared to 1389

Like pepper! In Hob’s day kings would, and had, gone to war over his spice rack: jars of peppercorn, cloves, nutmeg, cinnamon

an average supermarket has more fruit and veg and meat than an average peasant has seen outside of feast days. and the variety too, even out of season fruit. grown in glasshouses because thats a thing now

(this brings up Hob feeling alienated from the modern world because he can’t rely on the fruit in season and the nature around him as a natural calendar)

because I’m me, Hob having periods of disordered eating because everything tastes so different, or he keeps finishing everything on his plate even tho he’s full because he doesn’t want to waste food, or Hob getting that weird squirmy feeling at the supermarket knowing how much would be thrown away and he has to walk out before having a panic attack. basically portion control and survivor’s guilt issues. because why does Hob get to have all the world’s wonders right at the corner shop while his family never had enough to feel full?

This is a great point! Although Hob has had a long time to adapt to the changes that have come throughout his lifetime, I think that deep down, a bit of his mind is always still connected to the 14th century. When things get bad, no matter what the circumstances - a breakup, a bad period at work, just bad news in general - I feel like the food issue would become more prominent. He returns to this baseline of food insecurity, he only wants to eat really specific things and when he tries to make them they never taste right because of how much ingredients have changed. He either struggles to eat at all, or he panics and eats everything in his fridge in one go. These periods never last very long, but they are a part of his life now.

Of course there's another side to all of this, which is just... absolute wonder and joy. The 21st century is full of flavours and textures he never could have imagined. Food from other cultures, ingredients that were once rare now available so cheaply. Just think about vanilla! Once it was worth more than Hob’s life. Now it's a byword for boring and average. Isn't that incredible?

Hob would never pretend that it's easy to navigate his issues with food, but nor would he ever want to forget about how amazing it is to see the shelves stocked with colour and variety. He feels very lucky. And he's going to live his life to the fullest in honour of the people who never got that opportunity.

#panickingstudent2 #the sandman #hob gadling #cw disordered eating #cw food #cw food issues

[borderline-culture-is]

BPD culture is not eating, not because you dislike your body, but because you're ignoring it and you're not in the mood and it would be a waste of food -❤️‍🩹🎭

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#borderline culture is #actually borderline #borderline personality disorder #bpd #bpd culture is #actually bpd #bpd culture #bpd safe #tw disordered eating #cw disordered eating #idk if i need to tw but just in case #- ❤️‍🩹🎭

[oreoambitions]

People on the internet: you should just listen to your body and eat when you're hungry :) My body: My body: My body: Me: why do I feel so weak and irritable

#cw food #cw disordered eating #this is why I track macros #and then people are like #THATS DISORDERED EATING #no that's taking care of myself #bc my body will not tell me that I need food #until we are well past that point lol

[tangledinink]

Hopefully they are able to accept this healthy(and delicious) bento. The old man has been very worried the kids aren't eating.

it is very much appreciated. they'll find some quiet corner of the @tmntaucompetition to hide in so they can eat.

#crIES #THIS IS SO SWEET I LOVE THIS... ; w ; peepaw leo looks so fuckin soft #i wanna squish his face... #bless... thank... <3 #tmnt au competition #propaganda #asks #rottmnt #rottmnt disaster twins #tw disordered eating #cw disordered eating #disordered eating #tw eating disorder #cw eating disorder #eating disorder #implied/ment but we tag anyway for safesies #leo inspected bento box thROUGHLY to make sure it was acceptable to consume

[steventhusiast]

more autistic steve with ARFID (avoidant restrictive food intake disorder) because i’m having the worst time i think i’ve ever had in my life and can only cope by projecting :] CW: disordered eating

part 1

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steve’s pretty sure he’s never hated himself more than he does in this moment.

he’s perched on the edge of the couch, one knee bouncing with anxiety, and in front of him on the coffee table sits a homecooked meal. eddie’s gone through the process of making him a plate of mac and cheese from a box, which is a big deal because eddie is not a great cook. but he still made this for steve.

so there’s this lovely, warm meal sitting in front of steve that he used to love, and all he can do is stare at it. in the background, sounding somewhat fuzzy and muted to his ears as he continues his staring, he can hear eddie singing to himself as he cleans up the kitchen, and the sound of a sitcom laugh track as family ties plays on the tv.

after a minute, eddie comes to sit next to him, and gently puts a hand on his knee to help slow down the bouncing.

“hey, no pressure, okay? you eat what you can.” eddie says as he rubs his thumb back and forth over steve’s knee. the words should feel comforting, but they sit like guilt in steve’s gut.

he desperately wants to eat the food, knows it will make him feel less tired and sustain him more than the junk food he’s been managing recently, but it’s hard. it’s like he can hear boss music in his mind as he picks up a fork and stabs a single piece of macaroni.

he manages to put it in his mouth, counts to 20 as he chews and works himself up to be able to swallow it, and then has to jump up from his seat and pace as he feels it go down his throat. eddie startles a little as he does so, and he shakes his hands out at his sides as he walks back and forth, back and forth in front of the tv.

it feels like cement in his throat, doesn’t feel like it goes all the way down as the sensation of food being in his throat and chest lingers uncomfortably.

“stevie, can you take a breath for me?” eddie tries, but steve shakes his head vehemently and continues his walking. as the seconds go by, his steps get slower and less frantic, and eventually he picks up the fork again, repeats the process.

this is the first time eddie’s really seen him struggle with food properly. steve knows he knew, because they’ve talked about it a lot, but this is the first time eddie’s seeing it. steve’s filled with embarrassment, but he can’t cope with the task of eating without his pacing, without his hands flapping, without fighting back tears and feeling like he’s choking each bite down.

it doesn’t go like this every time. there are safe foods that are easier to get down, and some days where eating feels more like a normal part of his every day. but today? today it feels like he’s been tasked with eating rocks.

“can’t do it.” he whispers out after five pieces of macaroni.

he falls back onto the couch, and eddie’s hand is immediately pulling him into him by the waist so he can try to comfort him. steve’s a little shocked to feel tears on his face as he smushes it against eddie’s shoulder.

“can’t, can’t, can’t…” he whimpers, and eddie’s hand settles on his hip, rubbing gentle circles into him.

“shh, it’s okay. i’m proud of you for trying.”

steve shakes his head against eddie’s shoulder. how pathetic is he, that his boyfriend has to be proud of him for managing to eat five pieces of food from a kids meal?

eventually, he stops hiding his face in eddie’s shoulder, and vacantly watches the tv. tears are still dripping down his face, slow and steady, but now that he’s stopped eating, he feels like he’ll be okay. he just has to give his body an hour and he won’t be able to feel the measly amount he ate sitting like rocks in his stomach.

hopefully, anyway.

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part 3

#genuinely not doing v well atm hahaha woo #autistic steve harrington #he means so much to me #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie au #steddie drabble #stranger things #mywriting #cw disordered eating

[solargeist]

The thing about wings unlike an arm or something is the muscle stretches so far across the back, and on a human the wing joints wouldn’t be at the base of the back it’d be under the skin. cutting them off would never be a clean cut, it’d be through the bone and muscle and sinew. his muscles would still tense like he had wings, they’d think they’re there. the pain would cover his whole back, and deep. if he’s lucky and the sword was sharp it’d be a clean cut. if not, the muscle and bone would tear because there’s so much sinew attaching hollow bones and small muscles together itd tear like hang nails.

not a pretty sight

AUGH y eah i knew it'd be bad, it probably wouldn't be clean cut, it'd be during a fight, trying to escape manberg, collapsing in the water after being shot, dragged out and his wings pulled at. he doesn't have a weapon, hes already exhausted, its a fight for sure. its why i mentioned he'd be missing skin, its a mess, it hurts to think abt. he drags himself through the woods at night until he finds tommy and they find a cave.

his entire back hurts, his arms hurt, he doesn't move much anymore in pogtopia, hes usually tucked away in a crack somewhere. he barely lets anyone check his wounds or help change bandages. he loses a lot of body mass, he starts smoking more and more, his fingers and lips are bitten raw, hes gotten mean and cold to everyone.

#im in such an angsty mood im so sry what do i tag this as #ask #this is how you get a pogbur #sketching #cw blood #something abt tommey desperately trying to get him to eat meals. something abt wilbur forcing himself to eat some for him #cw disordered eating #me pointing at myself in the mirror: do NOT project onto cwilbur #this attitude isn't solely due to losing his wings. its a lot of shit that has piled on !

[pluralcultureis]

tw eating disorder mention

plural culture is thinking that we couldn't "commit" to an eating disorder as a teen because most days were fine and only some bad and only for a few hours. naturally, it has now come to our attention a decade later that the disordered eating (at least that specific kind) was a separate alter that just didn't front much. funny how it is

We've had similar experiences

Our host used to think they were just too "weak minded" to actually "commit" to an ED

Yeah we have like 6 alters that exist just to eat, and even more that will passive influence everyone else into self care

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