#cw: body-shaming

[abnormalpsychology]

“the dessert you don’t have to feel bad abt!” “guilt-free snacking!” “all the flavor none of the regret!” skill issue

#personally I am trying to free myself from the shackles of shame and help others do the same #but keep being a miserable marketing executive I guess #I love eating!! fuck u forever!!!!! #body neutrality #diet culture #body postivity #fuck diet culture #intuitive eating #cw food shame #tw food #tw food shame #bbge.text

[angrelysimpping]

A dick comparison party with Whitney (Pretty big), Kylar (Comically oversized) and Robin (Micro) with f/pc as judge.

DoL Relationships; AMAB Kylar, Robin, and Whitney, he/him; AFAB Reader, you/you and she/her; general Whitney assholery; some body shaming from Whitney

“C’mon, don’t be a pussy about it!” Whitney has Kylar on the ground, fighting to pull down Kylar’s uniform trousers. 

“Piss off,” Kylar spits, writhing wildly on the ground, trying to throw Whitney off him.

You watch, stunned at the situation.

“You already fuckin’ agreed to it! Why are you struggling?” Whitney manages to get Kylar’s trousers down to his knees.

“I agreed to show her, n-not you!” Kylar hisses, keeping hold of his clothes.

Robin leans against you, “We can still leave."

“Whitney would hunt us down and make us do this in the hall,” you replay, not taking your eyes off Whitney and Kylar.

“Ha!” Whitney tosses Kylar’s trousers across the room, “Nice briefs, freak.”

Kylar’s face goes dark red at Whitney’s words. 

“Do you need more help?” Whitney asks, reaching for the hem of Kylar’s briefs. 

"S-stop it! I'll do it! Get off!"

Whitney climbs off Kylar, a smug smile across his face. Kylar scrambles to his feet, hands covering his crotch. 

"Aw, is the creep shy?" Whitney mocks. 

"Sh-shut up! Why do I have to go first?"

"'Cause I said so."

"I could go first," Robin offers.

"No," Whitney doesn’t even glance at Robin as he speaks. "Freaks first."

Kylar is shaking as all eyes come to rest on him. You try to catch his eye to give him some kind of reassurance, but Kylar keeps his head down. His hands tremble as he tugs off his briefs to expose himself. 

You clench involuntarily at the sight. 

"God, even his cock is freakish," Whitney laughs. 

Kylar tries to cover himself but fails, his hands too small and his cock too large. 

"No wonder you’re a fucking virgin, who'd want that inside them?" Whitney continues. 

Even though you hate the way Whitney phrased it, you can't help but agree with him a little bit. Just looking at Kylar's dick is making your pussy ache at the thought of it stretching you out. It would definitely hurt without some kind of prep work. 

Kylar starts to pull his briefs back up and Whitney turns, focusing on Robin. 

"You're up, loser."

"Do I really..." Robin starts but trails off when Whitney takes a step toward him.

Robin pulls down his school shorts and underwear in one movement. 

Whitney lets out another laugh, running a hand through his hair, seemingly in disbelief. "That's closer to a clit than a dick."

Robin's face goes pink but he doesn't try to cover himself like Kylar had. 

"Slut would barely feel it if you stuck it in her by surprise!" Whitney goes on with malicious glee. 

You feel heat creep up your face at Whitney’s crass comment. 

Robin's dick is small, but it's also cute. You’re sure if you said that out loud, Whitney would use it against Robin.

There's something about Robin's cock that makes you want to take it into your mouth, to play with it with your tongue. 

Kissable. 

Robin's cock was kissable. 

"Size isn't everything," Robin says, pulling up his shorts. 

"Says the guy with a midget dick."

“Says the guy who made everyone else go first,” you cut in, wanting to knock Whitney down a peg. “Why is that Whitney? Got stage fright? Performance anxiety?”

You only know that your words bother Whitney by the tightness of his smile. 

“Nah,” he says, locking eyes with you, “saving the best for last.” Whitney doesn't break eye contact as he undoes his belt with practiced ease.

Goddamnit.

Whitney had a nice-looking dick. It was larger than average in both length and girth, but not so big as to worry about it hurting too much. 

“Like what you see?”

You tear your eyes off Whitney’s cock. He’s watching you, a hungry air about him. 

“Wanna taste?” he asks, giving himself a lazy stroke. 

“T-that's not what we agreed to!” Kylar calls from the other side of the room, having found his trousers. 

“We agreed she’d get to pick.” Whitney counters, never taking his eyes off you. 

“Who had the best penis,” Robin butts in, “not who to have sex with!”

“Same difference,” Whitney says with a shrug. “C’mon slut," he gives you a lecherous grin, "make your pick.”

Kylar (+++Love --Jealousy | --Confidence | --Dominance)

Robin (++Love ++Confidence | +++Jealousy | --Dominance)

Whitney (+++Love +++Dominance | +++Jealousy | ---Confidence)

I can’t decide (+/-?)

#degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #kylar the loner #tw body shaming #cw body shaming

[mintflavouredwhump]

A whumper who has the captured whumpee pinned to the wall like a preserved butterfly specimen. Giant sewing pins pierce into their limbs and torso, staining their clothes with fresh blood every time they struggle to break free. It doesn't help that the whumper keeps telling them how pretty they look all pinned up.

#this has to be my favourite prompt that i've made so far #i love whumpers with butterfly motifs so it's a shame that there aren't any #captured whumpee #experiment whumpee #captivity whump #butterfly whump #whump #tw blood #cw blood #tw body horror #cw body horror #tw whump #whump prompts #whump writing #whump scenario #whump inspiration #ides of whump

[secondhandbagofholding]

One of the most insidious things the oversimplified and verifiably false "calories in, calories out" narrative has created is an entire population of people that think fat people's only downfall is eating too much, and a bunch of fat people which are afraid to eat enough to properly fuel their bodies. Larger bodies require more energy to survive. Fat people literally require more energy at baseline to function properly than skinny people do. My energy needs as a 380 lb person are almost more than double those of a person who's my height and weighs 180 lbs. And that calculation (which is one of the more accurate calculations we have despite still using the in/out model) is assuming I'm trying to LOSE weight. And yet, society at large shames fat people for eating at all, let alone eating enough to receive proper nutrition.

#tw weight #tw weight loss #tw diet #diet culture #cw fatphobia #cw fat shaming #fat acceptance #body positive #body positivity

[steakout-05]

happy halloween!!! have a moderately disturbing Fake Peppino i drew today (very much like the one i drew a while ago) smiling at you :) he's happy to see you

also a little sketch of Peppino wearing the eyes clothing from the new Pizza Tower halloween event!!

i really like this clothing piece because it makes it look like Peppino is just shirtless all the time and that's really funny to me for some reason XP

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #halloween #body horror #body horror cw #cw body horror #just in case anyone is sensitive or grossed out by that sorta thing :) #i love the eye clothing it's so goofy and unnerving at the same time.... kinda like fake peppino #fighting fake peppino with the eye clothing would be really fitting actually cause y'know....... he's a freaky yet endearing creature #he's just delightfully eccentric #we don't really celebrate halloween as much in the part of australia where i live #which is a shame because i really like halloween #you dont get to wear costumes to school and we don't really trick or treat.... the most we do is watch scary movies #do people get to wear costumes to school in america? cause that sounds like more of an american thing #like we dont even do it in primary #how unfun is that #anyway i think halloween parties should be more of a thing over here because those are fun :)

[dykesbat]

awful how colorism is so deeply ingrained in southeast asia when so many of us are close to the equator. we shouldn’t have products for skin lightening just bc we can tan easily/are brown :(

#personal #it’s so so sick bc it’s protecting us!!! this is our body’s evolutional path for protecting us! and it’s such a shame that we’ve been #taught over and over again that it’s ‘ugly’ #colorism cw

[strawberrystepmom]

Kendy… what is this I’m reading about gojo’s cakes 😏

if a woman can't occasionally top her bisexual husband what can she do

#answered #one of these days the last modicum of shame i have will leave my body and i will write pegging him but until then i will just allude to it #cw pegging

[mauesartetc]

SAY IT.

And this is in addition to the message being sent by making every character stick-thin, which I’ve talked about before. 

You know the perfect word to describe Viv Medrano’s creative process? Irresponsible. She’s just spinning cotton candy in her own little fantasy world where her decisions couldn’t possibly have consequences. 

Because who cares if we include actual fucking Vodou sigils in our animated pilots? Who cares if we botch depictions of established demons people care about? Who cares if we alienate our viewers with cookie-cutter body types for our designs, as well as “jokes” like this?

This shit does real-world harm, and I won’t entertain Viv’s delusions by pretending it doesn’t.

#helluva boss #helluva critical #helluva moxxie #ed tw #eating disorder tw #ed cw #eating disorder cw #character design #writing #body shaming #vivienne medrano #vivziepop

[toxicbrothel]

Dear Penthouse,

I couldn't bear to see Billy end the night alone. I put on a bikini and also vampire Joel's cardigan to disguise myself as him. I slipped out of the Joel mansion undetected. Slasher saw me and looked confused, but I announced, “I'm vampire” as I ran away, and he said “oh, hey man.”

When I got to the Boyd Bungalow, they were having a bonfire on their little beach. Most of the boyds were shirtless. Carter was holding a football in one enormous hand, palm down. “What's up?” He asked.

“Nothing,” I shrugged, and dug my hands deeper into vampire Joel’s cardigan pockets, keeping the garment wrapped around me. “Is Billy here?”

Carter looked at me skeptically. “Thought he was on his fic with night walks.” Donald Pierce walked up and Carter handed the football to his bionic arm.

“He's not right now,” I explained. Donald laughed.

Carter asked, “This why ya sent him home?” gesturing up and down my oversized cardigan.

“Is what why?”

“Go on, show us,” Carter said. Donald took two slow, intimidating steps forward and held my jaw, towering over me. “You heard'm. Show us.”

I let the cardigan fall open, exposing most of my thin, purple frame under a skimpy swimsuit. Carter wetted his lips as his eyes panned over my sticks. Donald licked his gold tooth and raised his eyebrows.

Carter said, “Billy ain't home, but Steve's in the office if ya want someone to cockwarm.” I shrugged and Carter let me in.

“Yeah, go make that slutty purple cylinder useful," Donald mumbled. "Then come to the pool, we need a noodle." So I went and did that instead, and idk where billy was. 👩‍💻

#cw degradation #cw body shaming #cw himbo #toxicbrothel #cw stick figure

[akindplace]

Your body deserves to occupy space, it should be accepted, it should be normalized and seen as just another human body. There are endless possibilities when it comes to how bodies look and all of them should be embraced and accepted as part of being human.

There is no summer body. There shouldn't be an ideal body based only on aesthetic trends that last a few years. I hope you feel comfortable during the summer to show your body whichever way it is, to wear whatever makes you comfortable and happy, and that you learn that you can shut down anyone who tried to shame you. It is rude, extremely inappropriate and cruel to humiliate and bully someone to the point they feel ashamed of themselves.

You have a body, you are alive, and you are allowed to exist in peace with it; no one should ever try to take that away from you, and if they try, I hope you can ignore them, shut them down, and move on unaffected by their bigotry.

You deserve to be okay with your body the way it already is, not after plastic surgery, or losing weight, or after you get better from illness.

This also goes to people who are disabled: your body should not be hidden away or stared at because people think it's different. You should be able to enjoy life without people constantly judging you, and every time you show yourself to the world you are making a point: you are alive, you deserve to be here and to enjoy yourself, and you're not going anywhere.

#body neutrality #body positivity #self-acceptance #self-love #self-worth #positivity blog #positivity #self-kindness #original writing #self-compassion #suggestion #validation #no beach body #enjoy your body #recovery #reminder #cw body shaming

[angrelysimpping]

I Can't Decide!

[Start]

AMAB Kylar, Robin, and Whitney, he/him; AFAB Reader, you/you, she/her; oral, reader giving; group sex; uuuuh, fourway? foursome? at what point does it just become an orgy?; anal fingering, NPC receiving, NPC giving; some snowballing; more body shaming from Whitney; Reader gets called things like: slut, whore, and good girl

Words: 2041

“Greedy whore,” Whitney says, grabbing you by the back of your head.

"Don't!" Kylar is across the room in an instant, latching onto Whitney's arm. 

"She said she couldn't choose," Whitney says, seemingly unbothered by Kylar, forcing you to bend over. You grab onto Whitney's hips, trying to keep him from bringing your mouth level with his cock. "She needs some hands-on experience."

"Don't I get a say?" You ask. 

Whitney jerks his hips forward enough to brush the fat head of his cock against your lips, "You got your chance."

"Let her go!" Robin appears on Whitney's other side. He's clutching a heavy-looking textbook, holding it as if he's about to smack Whitney. 

"I want to," you manage to say. 

The boys freeze.

Whitney recovers first, dragging you forward to press his cock to your mouth. 

This time, you let him, parting your lips and letting his cock glide over your tongue. 

Kylar lets go of Whitney, eyes wide and breathing heavy as he watches you take the bully into your mouth. Robin stands frozen, book still clutched in a white-knuckled grip.

You lock eyes with Kylar, turmoil bubbling under his skin as he watches you. But, he’s hard, cock tenting in his briefs. You reach out to him, beckoning him closer and, when he’s finally in reach, tugging him down to his knees next to you. 

All it takes is you lifting the hem of your skirt, flashing your bare pussy, your arousal clear as day, glistening on your thighs. Kylar scrambles to get behind you, kneeling with his chest to your back as you continue to suck Whitney off. 

Kylar’s small hands rest on your hips, blunt nails digging into your flesh as he tries to get into position. You expect Kylar to line himself up with you, to sink into you, the thought of the delicious burn of him stretching you out making warmth pool in your gut. He doesn't. He slides through your folds, nudging your clit with the blunt tip of his cock. 

Kylar keeps rutting between your lips, occasionally pulling back enough to catch your twitching hole, but always resisting the temptation to push into you. You groan every time he comes in contact with your clit, the bundle of nerves getting more sensitive with each pass. The sound pulls low moans from Whitney each time, the vibrations traveling up his cock and making his brain go fuzzy. 

You could hear them talking if you tried, focused over the dizzying pleasure. Kylar, mumbling soft apologies for not fucking you properly, not wanting anyone else to see how you’d look or hear how you’d sound. Whitney, swearing under his breath, spitting filth between groans as he bucks his hips forward. Robin…Robin?

You pull off Whitney’s cock with a soft pop. Whitney makes a guttural sound in the back of his throat, hand twisting into your hair and yanking your face forward to press into his crotch.

One hand on Whitney's hip, the other lazily pumping his cock, he keeps your face pressed to his thigh as you gaze at Robin, your eyes half-lidded as you struggle to focus on the other orphan. He’s still holding the textbook, but now it rests in front of his groin, covering what you had no doubt was a cute little bulge. 

“R-Robin,” you sigh and Robin shudders, grip on the book tightening. You yelp as Kylar nips at your shoulder, apparently displeased at you calling out for the other orphan. You giggle, pressing back against the loner as you continue to gaze at Robin. “Come, ah, c-come here.” 

Robin only hesitates for a moment before obeying, inching closer to you. 

“G-good boy.”

Robin’s face goes red at your words, Whitney huffing a laugh at Robin’s reaction while Kylar again gives you a sharp nip for praising the other boy. You let go of Whitney’s cock, letting it rest against your face, idly mouthing at his shaft as you reach out to Robin. His grip on the textbook falters and it’s easy for you to tug it from his hands, tossing it to the side. You were right about the small bulge, the sight making you grin. Before Robin can try to cover himself with his hands, you grab his shorts. 

“P-please?”

Robin falters, eyes darting between you, Whitney, and Kylar.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Whitney grabs Robin’s shorts and yanks them down.

His cock isn’t any larger hard than it was soft, though it’s such a pretty sight, flushed and pink, leaking pre. You want to swallow it, feel it resting on your tongue.

Whitney yanks on your hair, demanding your attention. You take him back into your mouth, wrapping a hand around Robin’s dick and bucking back onto Kylar as best you can.

It’s disorienting, the three of them. Robin whining and squirming as you jerk him off. Whitney calling you a slut for doing this while all but fucking your mouth. Kylar muttering how he loves you, how he’ll take you away from everyone else while rutting between your thighs, staining the soft skin with his pre. In a way, you let yourself go, chasing pleasure in every way you can. 

You don’t notice how Whitney’s hand has disappeared behind Robin until he makes a small, half-choked sound.

“D-don’t-” “Shut up,” Whitney snaps, cutting Robin off. Robin’s dick twitches in your hand, and you know what must be happening, that Whitney’s toying with Robin’s ass, maybe even fingering it open. Something about the thought of Whitney's strong, calloused fingers sinking into your childhood friend’s ass makes you shudder, moaning on Whitney’s cock.

Whitney shivers, letting out a breathy laugh as his hips buck forward and make you gag.

With a grunt, Whitney yanks your head back, leaving you to stare up at the bully wide-eyed. “Too much for you, slut?” 

“N-no, I-” you don’t get much further before Whitney is manhandling Robin, forcing him to take his place in front of you. 

“C’mon then, I’ll give you a break. Ain’t I sweet? Gonna let this virgin get his first blow job from a grade-A slut like you.”

“D-don’t call her that,” Kylar snaps, glaring at Whitney from over your shoulder. Whitney doesn’t respond, just giving the loner a sharp grin as his hand rest on Robin’s hips, urging him forward until his dick is pressing against your mouth.  

He tastes different from Whitney. It really shouldn’t surprise you, but he does. Tastes different and feels different, his small dick easily fitting in your mouth. Easy to take right down to the base and swallow, nose pressed into thin pubs, the scent of your best friend surrounding you. 

Robin chokes above you, face red as you look up at him. Whitney rests his chin on the other boy’s shoulder, mouth moving as he mutters filth into Robin’s ear, idly grinding his cock into the orphan’s hip. You can’t hear the bully, his words lost in Kylar’s near chanting of how he loves you, in the sound of your tongue swirling around Robin. 

“I’m, I’m g-gonna-” 

Whitney rips Robin away from you with a laugh, “Shrimp dick and a quick shot, huh? Figures.” Whitney takes his place back in front of you, not giving you a moment to catch your breath before shoving his spit-slick cock back down your throat. “‘Course, can’t be helped when it’s my slut, huh? Good girl knows the best way to suck cock, don’t you?” Kylar snarls again at Whitney, but you don’t mind, face burning as Whitney’s eyes bore into yours.

You grab Robin by the hip, not letting him get too far away before you take his cock in hand again, fumbling to start up a steady rhythm between Kylar’s frantic humping between your thighs and Whitney’s brutal thrusts into your mouth. Eventually, you find a rhythm between the three: shuddering as Kylar occasionally brushes your clit; letting your throat relax as much as possible to take Whitney’s cock; pumping Robin's cock, brushing the pink, leaking head against your cheek.

Without warning, one of Kylary’s hands leaves your hip, snaking around you to brush over your clit. His movements are clumsy, inexperienced, but he soon figures out what to do. It’s almost like he’s mimicking how you touch yourself, late at night in the privacy of your bedroom. The thought is chased from your mind as he presses the head of his cock against your hole, nudging it open while his fingers toy with your clit. 

Your orgasm is quick and sudden, hole clenching around the thick tip of Kylar’s dick, moaning on Whitney’s cock, hand pausing in jerking Robin off. 

Kylar cums soon after, face pressed into your neck, not caring how close he is to Whiney’s cock as he mumbles into your skin. He keeps his tip pressed right against your entrance as he cums, some of his seed finding its way inside you even as most of it spends itself on your thighs. 

Kylar all but lays against you as Whitney continues to fuck your mouth, thin, heaving chest pressed to your back. No matter how hard you try, you’re still gagging, tears streaming freely down your cheeks. A few tears cling to your lashes as you peek up at Whitney. He says a soft fuck under his breath, the only warning you get before he presses his hips flush to your face, nose smushed against his groin, and warm, salty cum filling your mouth. He keeps you pressed there, leaving no other option than to swallow his seed. 

Whitney pulls you back by your hair, staring down at you with a satisfied smirk.

“Show me your tongue, slut”

You don’t think, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, showing the bully how you’d swallowed every drop of his cum. Whitney grunts in approval, letting go of your hair and stepping back from where you kneel on the floor.

Free from the bully, you turn your full attention to Robin.

The soft shlick of your hand working his shaft fills the room as you pick up speed. “Think you can cum for me, Robin?”

He makes a strained sound, a cross between a whimper and a moan as he nods at your words. It’s not much later that he spills in your hand, shivering and whining, cute cock twitching in your hand before coating your palm in warm semen. A few drops land on your flushed face. Without thought, you flick your tongue out, collecting the mess on your cheek, salty cum and tears mixing together as you swallow.  

Robin stumbles back, having to support himself on a desk as you stay on your knees, leaning into Kylar as he keeps mumbling. You can’t make out a single word the loner is saying, his lips brushing over your skin as he keeps talking. With a sigh, you turn your head, catching Kylar by surprise as you press your mouth to his in a long, lazy kiss.

“Gross,” Whitney says, sneering as he fixes his clothes. 

Kylar breaks the kiss, glaring at the bully, about to snap back when the bell rings to end lunch. 

Whitney laughs at the panic that flashes across Kylar’s face as he scrambles to get you dressed before anyone comes into the classroom, Robin trying to help only to have his fluttering hands swiped at by the loner. He doesn’t try to help you or the others get presentable, sauntering to the door without a care in the world, fishing out a cigarette from his shirt pocket.

“Later, sluts,” he calls before leaving, letting the door hang open as he goes.

“I-I’ll walk you to history?” Kylar asks, helping you stand. 

You nod, leaning against Kylar and grabbing Robin’s hand so he walks with you. You don’t have to see the glare the loner shoots your friend to know it’s there, but you can’t find it in yourself to care at the moment, placating Kylar with a kiss to his cheek and whispering thank you. 

It works. Or, it works enough, the loner buzzing in delight as he guides you from the classroom, content enough with your affections to tolerate your finger’s laced through Robin’s as the three of you walk down the hall.

#kylar the loner #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #tw multiple partners #cw multiple partners #tw body shaming #cw body shaming

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

I hate it when you're just having a good time and then suddenly you're hit with a nasty memory x_x

Me remembering how I left a discord server because everyone was like "don't body shame!! Body shaming is bad!!!" Then proceeded to shame my body and say they'd never date/sleep with somebody that looks like me and they kept saying "that's so unattractive yeah it's unattractive yeah" :

(fesh pince of blaire gif haha^^^)

Like, I understand everyone has attraction preferences, I do too but I'm not a jerkwad to people I'm not personally attracted to. You can't just say "don't body shame" then proceed to body shame people you're not specifically attracted to. People don't owe you attractiveness in order to get respect.

They were making fun of how small my lips are and saying I look like a corpse because of how thin I am. Then they got mad at me and acted like I was crazy when I said something like, "hey that's not really a nice thing to say." After everyone jumped all over me saying it was just a joke and that other people have it worse blah blah blah I said "you know what, I'm just gonna go." And I left the server.

I know not all servers are like that, I'm in a few right now that are pretty chill. But I'm still very nervous about joining new ones. I'll step out of my comfort zone and probably join that one selfship server that's been floating around...

It happened a long while ago and I don't want retribution or anyone to try to confront these people, I just wanted to vent.

I don't need people to hammer it into my skull that you find me repulsive. It's not going to stop me from taking selfies, it's not going to stop me from wearing makeup and jewelry, and it's not going to stop me from wearing clothes that show off my body. Yes it hurts my feelings, but at the end of the day, it's a you problem. You don't have to find me attractive, that's not what I'm saying. If you're going to flip out because somebody doesn't meet your specifications of sexy or whatever, that's... your personal issue you need to work on.

I don't stoop so low to insult another person's appearance just to make myself feel better. And do you want to know why? Because I'm actually genuinely confident and content with the way I look. If you feel the need to bring others down, especially about things they cannot fix in 5 seconds, you are not content with your appearance.

#vent #tw vent #cw vent #tw body shaming #cw body shaming #might delete later #sorry for the heavy subject and rant- it just bugs me when people act like this #let me know if this needs anymore tags please

[ivyontheholodeck]

You know what I haven’t seen nearly enough of in fanfic? Aziraphale witnessing Crowley’s Fall, at the very beginning.

We know Aziraphale knew Crowley before and after, but imagine the horror of watching as your comrade is cast down from your home. Imagine flinching at his impact against the earth below, the crunch of bone and the smell of burning feathers.

After all, S1E6 demonstrated that both Heaven and Hell are fans of public execution.

#Crowley of course doesn’t know that Aziraphale saw his Fall #And Aziraphale can’t look at him for centuries without hearing the ghost of that awful wet crunching noise #And the shame of having done nothing to help even though he knows deep down he knows Crowley didn’t deserve his fate? #That’s enough to give an angel a complex #To incentivize him to convince himself (however superficially) that Crowley DID deserve it #Because then Aziraphale isn’t at fault and he doesn’t need to think too hard about the cult he works for #cw body horror #good omens #aziraphale #i am putting that angel in the fucking centrifuge

[olive-riggzey]

I just need to get something off my chest about getting "complimented" for my body

I hate it. It makes me so uncomfortable when people tell me that they wish they had my body. But if I ever dare complain about it, people think I'm fishing for compliments when I'm definitely NOT. And I know my problems aren't nearly as bad as the ones on the other side, but it makes me feel so awful because I feel like I'm somehow reinforcing the mindset that fuels fatphobia. It just makes me so upset that people use me as an "example" like that!!!

"You're so lucky you’re skinny." Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up. I do not CARE about being skinny. I literally couldn’t care less about how thin or fat my body is. This just happens to be my body's resting position. I am a small person. I celebrate when I gain weight because my ADD meds surpress my appetite, and it was such a struggle to eat EVEN WHEN I WANTED FOOD BECAUSE I WAS HUNGRY. I literally always eat food when I'm hungry because why wouldn’t I??? Why would you deprive your body of something it is literally begging you for????? Why do people have to think that one body shape is superior and that that shape is worth the deprivation??????

"Why do you eat so much bread? That’s so many carbs." Do you even know what carbs are for. Also I eat bread because it tastes good. Nothing anyone says will ever get me to stop living on bread and rice. "But you'll get fat!" SO WHAT???? What is so wrong about being fat???? NOTHING! Stop trying to make me feel bad about what I eat for absolutely no reason. I literally couldn’t care less what you think about me. I am mad that you had to be a 'phobe about it.

But seriously. I did ballroom dance for more than a decade. Competively. Every single costume that my studio used had the dresses made to make the girls look skinny and busty with hips to spare. "You were blessed, unlike the rest of us," my coach once told while she unstitched the padding from my dress. The lady that measured us thought it would be funny to tell everyone that my waist was the same size as the biggest guy on the team's thigh. I overheard one of the moms comment on a girl, whispering to my mom to ask if the girl was pregnant. She proceeded to tell my mom, "It’s too bad my daughter doesn’t have a body like your daughter's."

And they wonder why nearly every girl on the team ended up with an eating disorder????

After I came out as ace, I had someone tell me that my body is "wasted on someone that's not going to use it." Oh, so my worth is now being equated to how "sexy" you think my body is???? Are you even hearing yourself??????

It's not fair that people keeping putting up this invisible divide between me and those with bodies that they for some reason don’t like. I literally love fat people, and there have been way too many times that I've been used specifically by a 'phobe to make fat people feel inferior. Leave me out of it!!! I don’t care about your stupid diet culture or whatever!!! Stop trying to use me in your sick and disgusting ways of shaming people that are literally perfect!!!!

#Zeta Rambles #Vent #CW fatphobia #CW body shaming #CW eating disorder #Long Post #I'm so tired you guys. I'm so sick of this. #Watching my friend compare herself to me in the mirror made me want to cry #You're so beautiful and it’s not fair that you’ve been convinced that you're not #Also throwback to the time my cousin tried to make me feel bad for eating a cheese sandwich??? #She said “It's literally all carbs!” And I looked and her and said “Yeah my body needs those.” #I need you guys to understand that I would love to put on some weight. I'd love to be a stocky little gremlin BUT NO. #These stupid genetics I have are so annoying. Also buying enough food for my fast metabolism so expensive 😭😭😭 #Like PLEASE can I store some of the food I eat for longer than 2 hours?? I hate being constantly hungry #Anyways it's late. I'm tired and sad. Time for me to go to bed.

[prettyboykatsuki]

I read a fic with a throw away line of Mina in the background saying "yes, daddy" watching someone be scary and authoritative to someone else and I blacked out for a second

im so..

cw daddy kink nonsense, reader is gn but they're using a strap

i just.. jdsfvhbdkjnkjfbhjsd. i can't stop thinking about it. im mostly thinking about you topping her for the first time with a strap you know - and you're really getting into it with her. i think mina is unexpectedly pretty forward in bed, so your sex is pretty give and take.

AND HONESTLY she's used to being completely in control no matter her position so when you show interest in domming and topping her she just like waves a hand and giggles. she's expecting to let you have your little moment before she flips the table on you like she always does.

and then half-way through you get realllyyy into it. and mina is like ?? where is my sweet partner where'd they go. it's not like she thought you'd be bad at it but you're too good at it. to the point it's making here feel a little hazy and she's losing sight of the original goal of making you submit later.

and now you've really got her. in the thick of it, and she's spreading herself so wide for you. pink skin and plush hips, the fat of her thighs spilling between your fingers. your grip is so tight and your eyes are so lidded, every time she looks up - you're looking down at her. her and her pretty pink pussy and manicured fingers spreading her lips apart. she's all sticky and wet for you that it's pooling down on your sheets.

and she's shivering - shaking a little as you watch her. rubbing the tip of your cock against her clit over an over. a hand gripping just on top of her hips. she's really a little made you're making her feel like this. the deep ache that's making her act not like herself

she doesn't know why she says it either. it just feels like the right thing to say in the heat of the moment, the right words to say. and it slips through her lips in a pathetic moan.

"fuck, daddy."

and at first you both freeze. you have to take a hot minute to process what just left her mouth and she's mortified too because you two have never, ever talked about it. she's honestly panicking a bit and immediately readying to apologize for killing the mood.

but then she feels a hand on the nape of her neck, and your forehead on hers. your eyes look so spaced out. you're thrusting in all at once, on hard push that's making her arch off the bed and before she knows

"ahh, you wanted it that bad?" you whisper, soft but mean "didn't know you were a daddy's girl, sweetheart."

she flushes. her whole body goes hot as you roll your hips up into her and she knows she's never hearing the end of this. she knows but she mewls all soft anyway.

"go on and take daddys cock like a good girl then, okay?

#daddy kink cw #SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY DFHDFKJSNDJDF #a.mina #prettyboy.thirsts #my brain is full of lead and rocks #wow this is making me insane #im gonna pretend this doesnt exist after i hit post </3 shame in my body only

[femboy-catgirl]

some of yall need to understand that fat doesn't equal obese. being overweight is not the same as being obese, hence not inherently a health concern, the same way being skinny is. being 7 kg overweight isn't the same as being 30 kg overweight, one is normal and healthy, the other is a medical problem, you shouldn't make fun or shame people for medical problems.

#fat shaming #cw weight talk #body posititivity