#if someone's skinny or pretty or ''passes'' too well then i'm like. well this is a joke. this is some sort of joke being played on me.

[h-harleybaby]

i saw that u did a cartman confesses out of horniness could u do one for kenny if comfortable

Ofccccc

It fits Kenny tbh

Btw this isn’t proof read at all I wrote it, read over it once and called it a day

HAS NSFW CONTENT

Kenny confessing out of horniness hcs

• Yeah, Kenny's a perv and he's pretty horny but he has to be EXTREMELY pent up to confess out of horniness

• Like he's always kinda horny ya know? It's nothing out of the ordinary

• Then you come along, and his sense of self respect is out of the window. It's dead, you killed it

• He absolutely believes you're the prettiest person he's ever seen, like his breath was taken away. He's probably joked about how you're this goddess

• And his friends are like, side eyeing him all concerned. They haven't even seen you so they're wondering what the hell he was going on about. Kyle straight up puts his hand to Kenny's forehead to see if he was ok because he really didn't seem like he was 💀

• He's a complete simp before y'all even start dating, and tbh he's probably tried making you jealous before. Jokes on him, it didn't really work

• Kenny doesn't really feel bad about jerking off to you, it's natural right?

• When he does confess to you he's pretty straight forward and kinda romantic, he doesn't want you to think the reason he's in for anything is because him being horny. No, he genuinely likes you and thinks you're super nice!

• He treats you really well, he might go a little fast but it's always up to you. He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable LIKE EVER

• Y'all work up to sex tbh, he doesn't go immediately to thigh fucking like Cartman does

• Tbh I like to think you're a smidge inexperienced, like you can get off by yourself but it feels awkward and kinda weird ya know? Kenny probably makes a joke about being inexperienced and you're like “wellllll 👉👈”

• Yeah anyway back to my point, he's definitely the one who kinda showed you everything you love. He knows you and exactly what you like

• He's super good at eating you out tho, it's his favorite thing to have you sit on his face. Bonus points if you're more on the plus sized side/plus sized. HEAR ME OUT, TALL ASS TWIG KENNY AND HIS PLUS SIZED GF???? SKINNY NERD AND HIS THICC GF <3333333

• Kenny loves eating you out, he likes being under you and having you ride his face. It's like, his favorite past time. He feels good when you do

• Yeah anyways it's starts off as fingering/handjobs and oral because he wants to ease you into everything

• Sex is fucking mind-blowing tho, he knows what he's doing (cough somewhat cough) and he always makes sure you're good with everything he does

• Bro goes multiple rounds and probably eats you out at the end because he has a problem

• You're probably like, on the verge of passing out because shit, that was g o o d

• And Kenny's just like "hey sweetheart I can run you a bath or get you food or something, you want anything?"

• I like to think he's really doting when he's doing aftercare because he cares about you a lot, also he wants to make sure he wasn't doing too much

I HAVE A F E E L I N G someones gonna ask for Kyle next and I'm already preparing myself/brainstorming for when someone does

#h harleybaby needs help #south park x reader #harley’s anons <33 #south park x reader headcanons #south park x y/n #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny x reader #kenny x reader smut #kenny mccormick x reader smut #kenny mccormick x y/n #harley’s requests!

[strawurberries]

i loved your post about vash and reader’s stretch marks. i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is afraid of getting fat, so she skips meals or replaces them with water?

Missed Meals

Summary: Vash notices a change in his companion's behavior. Worried, he decides to confront her.

Authors Note: I'm glad you liked my other post! I hope you like this one as well (though I'm a little nervous because I got stuck writing this and I'm afraid it came out bad). Also, just want to add, I've struggled with eating disorders before (not from self-image but more like Vash's "I don't deserve to eat") so I understand. Everyone is beautiful in their own right and deserves to eat!!! Love all of you guys!!

Warnings: Self-hate, eating disorder.

It started off small; giving her bread to Milly instead of finishing it off, ordering a lighter meal instead of the usual hardy one she adored, and sometimes she simply said, “I’m not that hungry”. But actions like hers always lead to a slippery slope, one that tends to wrap its dirt-crusted nails around its victim and drag them into an early grave. She had never been someone who ate enough to feed an entire village, but not even she could survive on sips of water and the guilty crumbs she rarely allowed herself to consume. After a while though, it became natural, second nature to head off to bed while the sun still hung in the sky, claiming that exhaustion outweighed her hunger—which, she supposed, wasn’t all a lie.

The best lie, she had been told once, is the one that includes the truth. 

Now, she recalled that advice as she sat at a table in the back of this dingy town bar. What should she say? What could she say? Recently she had been using up all her excuses left and right, the hunger in her belly growing and the pain in her heart becoming ever more sharp. The group had decided to stop by a local bar before heading to the hotel for the night, nearly everyone complaining about the rough day that had been forced to suffer through. And, to them, a drink was something they were eager to welcome. She, if she hadn’t been too preoccupied with her stomach pains, probably would’ve ordered a whiskey to clear her head of every annoying little thought. 

She opted for water though. The least she could do was drink water; she owed it to herself, and so she honored that obligation. Throat parched, mouth achy; the water tasted amazing.

The bar erupted in a shout as someone tripped, roaring laughter drowning out the domestic conversation of her table. Too loud. Vaguely she heard someone mention dinner—she cringed. She did promise herself that she’d finally eat a crumb or a bite tonight (after nearly passing out yesterday she became all too aware of her weakness). She wasn’t dumb, she knew she’d have to eat eventually, that she’d wither away—but one more night, one more meal skipped, it couldn’t do any more harm, right? Besides, from what she had seen on the menu, the foods were all greasy, full of fat and carbs, and wouldn’t help her figure at all.

I just want to look pretty, she reasoned, skipping a meal tonight will help that. God forbid she ate too much and all her progress disappeared: letting that baby fat back under her chin, the muffin-top around her waist, or even the extra flesh on her belly? She’d rather die than let her body look like that again, much less look worse. It terrified her to her core. She needed to look good, and that meant, to her at least, that she must be skinny, thin, and agreeable. Starvation is a small price to pay for beauty.

A waiter slowly started to make their way across the room, eyes set on her table. 

I need to go.

She stood up, giving a small smile, “I’m gonna head back to the hotel.”

“You’re leaving already Miss?” Milly asked, “it’s still early enough for one drink! C’mon!” She raised her glass and grinned, “look! Mr. Wolfwood and Mr. Vash are already enjoying themselves!”

Drunken giggles erupted across the table. 

“Oh Milly,” Meryl sighed, “let the girl get her rest. God knows we all need it.” She waved her hand with the flick of her wrist, “if it wasn’t for the trouble you’re all bound to cause, I would’ve already left myself.”

“Hey!” Wolfwood barked out, “we’ve never caused trouble a day in our lives. . . well, can’t say much for Needle-noggin’ here.”

“It’s not my fault!” Vash cried, “trouble finds me! I always run away from it!” He sobbed into the table, “can’t a man catch a break?!”

Wolfwood laughed and patted him on the back, “it’s all God’s plan, my friend.”

“Well he sure does have a stupid plan!”

With a smile and silent wave, she slipped out from the table and weaved through the bar, the happy expression quickly falling off her face. I’m tired, she thought to herself, ignoring the biting air of the night. A dull ache in the pit of her belly made her stop for a moment, really tired. . . 

She barely remembers getting back to the hotel, much less how she managed to get dressed and settled in bed before that wretched knocking woke her up. With a skip of her heart and a rapid smack of her arms to get the blankets off her cold body, she jumped out of bed and reached for the gun she had tossed on the floor. One smooth movement and she delicately wrapped her fingers around the metal. She didn’t even think about the possibility of her friends needing help, or perhaps just room service making their rounds; the only thing on her mind was the fact that she wasn’t prepared to die that night. 

“Who’s there?” she grumbled out, ducking to hide beside the door, back to the wall. She rubbed lazy circles into the metal, finger twitching every so slightly over the trigger. She had never been the greatest shot, nor the most eager to kill, but she would do what had to be done if it came down to it.

“Vash.”

She blinked, sleep-clogged mind getting dunked into a vat of mean, old reality. Her situation hit her upside the head and she resisted the urge to put her face between her knees and groan about how dumb she is. Instead of wallowing in her stupidity (which, if you really think about it, wasn’t the worst reaction she could’ve had), she sighed, “oh.” A spike of relief shot through her like a summer’s breeze on a warm day. Shoulders relaxing and muscles begging to be sent back to bed. . . only, she wasn’t tired anymore. I’m not sleeping tonight, am I? Her heart still beat like a drum, thumping in her chest like no tomorrow, and her body—taunt and tense, ready for a moment's attack; that’s how she’s survived this long, by being prepared for every situation no matter the outcome. 

“Can uh. . . can I come in?” Squeaked out Vash.

She cursed and opened the door, wooden creaking echoing throughout the hotel hallway, letting her occupied hand hang by her side, “yeah, sorry. What’s the matter?” 

Vash stood in his usual clothes—red coat, ridiculous pants, and bulky boots; his gloves though, she noticed, he wasn’t wearing gloves. He gave her a small smile, “sorry did I scare ya?”

The smile made her less mad about the ordeal, kind and small. He never smiled too widely or genuinely, just enough to show that he cared, that he knew what happiness looked like—though she knew that he thought he’d never be able to obtain happiness, a faraway dream is how he described it to be. Oh, how if given the chance, she would give him all the joy he would ever want. 

She shoved that thought aside.

“A little,” she raised the gun and gestured with it for Vash to come inside. “Why are you up so late?” 

He slid into the room silently, walking over to sit on the edge of her bed, “couldn’t sleep.” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

That was a lie. She could tell. “Want to talk?” She locked the door and once again tossed her gun next to her bed, hoping it wouldn’t go off from the rough handling. “Or jus’ need someone here?” 

“Just talking, if you don’t mind.”

She nodded, “a’right. How was your day?”

He smiled, “good. You?”

“Peachy.”

The conversation died off.

Neither of them really knew what to say—unspoken words disease the heart and kill the soul, making the tongue bloated and thick. She, not knowing how to comfort her friend as her mind wandered from her own problems to the world’s in general, and he wasn’t sure how to get his point across.

Silence.

Vash cleared his throat, finally collecting his words, “are you. . . okay?” The question hung in the air sourly, sucking any sense of comfort out and churning it into an uninhabitable room of misery. He flinched, as if the mood of the room was hurting him physically. “You’ve been acting a little different lately.”

She leaned against the door, hoping the action would give her the confidence to either run away or admit her inner-thoughts.“Hmm? Fine, you?” She turned her gaze away. Could she run? No, he’d catch her in less than three seconds and her trying to slip out of the room would be an admission of her guilt. But she really didn’t want to talk about herself. She’s doing okay, isn’t she? Just a little tired, anxious, and sad. . . but she’ll get over it. Besides, it’s not like she’s dead yet.

“I’m good.”

“Good.”

Oh how painfully awkward this all was. 

The bed squeaked as he moved to get into a more comfortable position, “I have some leftovers in my room, from dinner, if you want any.” He tapped his leg with his fingers, head angled slightly to watch her expression.

He knows. 

Those eyes, no matter how much of a kind smile or goofy aura he carefully crafted to show everyone, his eyes gave away every part of his secret-self. The part of him that was scarily intelligent, observant, and abnormally calculating—a man smart enough to play dumb and a man strong enough to be kind. That part of him is what interested her so, the gravity that pulled her attention to him everytime he entered a room. 

He knows.

With a defeated sigh she rubbed her shoulder and walked over to the bed, shoving herself behind him to lay back down. If she had to bare her soul to him, the least he could allow her to do was to be vulnerable while being comfortable. He moved slightly to allow her more room, facing away from her as if her very gaze would burn him. “I’m not hungry,” she gave one last effort to cover her lie, to toss her truth out the window in the hopes that it would be buried in the sand. 

“You said that yesterday too.” He stared across the room, back rigid. 

The sands never work in your favor. 

“Huh,” she faced the wall, “guess I did.” The blankets were scratchy, old, and ratty, but she pulled them up to her chin nonetheless. She was tired now. All her adrenaline had poured out of her mouth, dripping onto the creaky wooden floor, seeping into the ground beneath. 

“And the day before.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

She closed her eyes, knowing she had finally been caught in her web of little half-truths. “Haven’t had the stomach to eat anything lately.” Perhaps she could escape this somehow—even though she knew it was futile, part of her accepting the fact that he wouldn’t let this go—, make him run away and stop caring, God that caring! It annoyed her to ends she had never seen before, yet she loved it so. If only he didn’t care, she clenched her fist into the blanket, then this wouldn’t have happened. And it’s not like she’s dying! Nor is she killing herself or drawing blood, she’s only skipping a meal every once in a while.

“I don’t. . .,” Vash trailed off locking his fingers together, “I don’t mean to pry, but you’re starving yourself.” He sat the words quickly, sharply, and promptly, as if he was afraid of them and needed to throw them out of his mouth as soon as possible.

All lies come to an end.

“I know.”

But wouldn’t it be nice if they could live forever?

He bit his lip. “Why?”

“You’re prying,” she snapped. 

“Sorry,” he whispered.

The conversation died off. 

She didn’t mean to sound so rough and uncaring—the opposite of that gentleman—but a fear had struck her heart and she couldn’t stop it. The only way to feel okay, to be okay, was if Vash stopped caring, stopped worrying, and walked out of the room without a second glance (no matter how much that would hurt). Only he had the power to alleviate this anxious pain but she knew she would never allow her to wallow in misery alone.

What did Wolfwood say? She thought to herself, misery enjoys company?

The air turned from sour to stiff, oppressing; like a hand had come to clasp her throat, fingers digging into flesh and muscles spasming as they tried to escape the hold, only it was fruitless.

“Sometimes,” Vash’s voice cut through the air, peeling the layers of devilish emotions back. Slowly he shuffled down to lay next to her, on his back, hands laced over his chest. “I feel like I don’t deserve to eat. . . how can I allow myself to eat when I know how the people I failed, the people I let die, will never be able to enjoy things like that again? And, really, I think part of me hopes I’ll die from starvation, so I can take an easy way out.” He paused and let out a shuddering sigh.

She didn’t move. 

“I don’t know why you’re doing this, and you don’t have to tell me, but I understand in part. And if you ever need anything, I’m here. Okay?”

Why did he have to be like this? Why did he have to care? And why did she want to accept it so damn bad? If he had never noticed, if he had never looked at her with those eyes, if he had never met her—then she’d be living in her little palace of warped perception like a Queen of nothing but barren hearts. A ruler of her own land, a lawmaker who bows to no one; only this man had come into her secluded little kingdom, raided the halls of the castle, and whisked her away to feel the sun. It hurt her. To know how delicious the outside tasted, yet know how her soul felt safer within her prison.

“Do you think,” the words died in her tongue, nervousness making her numb. To hell with it, he already figured it out. Might as well bite the bullet.“ That I look pretty?” she whispered. 

Silence. 

Oh, that was a mistake, wasn’t it? The silence hurt in her ways that she didn’t even know could hurt.

Vash choked on his own spit and coughed, “w-what?”

Suddenly she wished the silence was still there.

Of course he’d have a reaction like that! She’s ugly, big, and broken. Why did she think it’s run out any different? “Nevermind.” She buried her face into the blanket, biting back a rumble of sobs in her throat; eyes stinging gently. 

“No! No! You—you just caught me off guard! I think you’re beautiful, really.” He turned over frantically, hand awkwardly hovering over her shoulder as he talked into her neck.

“You wouldn’t think the same way if I was bigger,” she curled into herself, “if I was fatter.” She aggressively wiped her tears away, “and skipping a couple meals isn’t too bad if it’s for a good reason, you know?” She wasn’t sure if she was believing herself at this point.

He was silent. 

“No matter what,” he twiddled his thumbs, ears turning red, “I think you’d still be beautiful. If you were taller, shorter, thinner, bigger, only had one leg or, um, like lost both eyes or something—” he heard her lowly whisper an audible “what?”, “I’d still think you’d look amazing. And, if anyone says otherwise, they don’t deserve you.” He hesitantly set a hand on her shoulder, rubbing comforting circles, “no matter what, I still cherish you.”

Her voice cracked, “thank you Vash.” His words didn’t convince her entirely, but still, they were nice to hear. 

He hummed. “I know my words aren’t going to fix everything, but we can start here, if you want?”

She let out a bubbling sigh, trying desperately to keep her tears away in order not to embarrass herself further. “I'm scared.”

“That’s okay, I get scared all the time. I’ll be right here for you, the whole way.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

#didn't proof read this #i die like an idiot #i'm going to regret posting this later #i hate it so much #i feel like my writing went 100% DOWN HILL #i blame finals #they're a pain in my ass #anyways #love you guys #plz be nice #trigun #trigun x reader #trigun x you #trigun x y/n #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #vash stampede #vash #Vash x reader #Vash x you #Vash x y/n #Vash the Stampede x you #Vash the stampede x reader #Vash the stampede x y/n #Strawberry writes

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 04 -> CH 05

"In my defense I thought you were commenting on my weight." "So you went with skinny 9th grade virgin?"

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp

Jack spent the entire day cleaning. Thankfully he was able to find a company that picked up all the donations and junk he had cleared out of his parents room but he didn't trust anyone to come in and clean. He never realized how much his family didn't need this much space until he had to be responsible for it.

The first time he was able to sit down and relax, it was late and he was surprised he hadn't passed out already. He lit a cigarette and sat on the window sill, letting the smoke flow out of the window as he took in the cool breeze. The sound of shuffling below caught his attention and he locked eyes with Y/n who was taking a night stroll wearing her scrubs.

"Hey Jack, how's your night going?" She asked with a smile.

"It's going about as well as expected when your days consist of gutting your childhood home." Jack mockingly held finger guns to his temple making Y/n laugh.

"Hopefully you've got friends to help you. That's a lot of house for one person to gut." Y/n took a long drag and Jack nodded.

"I'm not very social at the moment...or any moment really. I've been told I'm a particular taste." Jack thought about the last time he tried to go out with Shanda and her girlfriend. He had almost gotten into a bar fight and got two drinks thrown in his face. His personality was a bit abrasive but he couldn't it. His passive aggressive narcissism came across rude to most but to the mores sensitive crowd, he was just a prick.

"I'm pretty sure they have companies who work for assholes." Y/n teased.

"Hey I forgot to congratulate you the other day. You would never guess you had a baby." Y/n's face dropped.

"Excuse me?" She questioned.

"I've never known someone to lose the baby weight before the kids a year old. You look great." Jack didn't typically comment on a woman's appearance, especially to their face but he blamed the exhaustion of the day and him fighting sleep for his lack of self preservation. That and she was a beautiful woman.

"Coming from the guy who looks like a skinny 9th grade virgin." Jack's eyebrows went up. Y/n stood her ground. He was caught off guard by the insult but remembered how Cleo would get when someone commented on her weight when she was pregnant.

"Wow I think I may have fucked up, let me try this again. When I met your mom, she said she had just become a grandma. I assumed-" Jack watched Y/n gasp and cover her mouth.

"Fuck! You thought...I am so sorry. My brother's wife had the baby, not me." Y/n explained making Jack nod his head.

"Okay so then I didn't fuck up as much as you did. That makes me feel better, a little offended but better." Jack pulled a long drag from his cigarette and Y/n raked her hand through her hair embarrassed.

"I really am sorry. In my defense, I thought you were commenting on my weight." Y/n defended .

"So you went with skinny 9th grade virgin?" Jack laughed. No one had really called him anything other than the normal insults. Pretentious prick. Son of a bitch (which he couldn't deny). Fucking asshole. He admittedly lost more weight then he would have liked when he was in treatment. He was trying to find little things that would help get him back into better shape instead of just being skin and bones.

"I was going to go with school shooter but it's been a long day, felt too dark in today's climate." Y/n frowned but Jack took amusement in it. He actually enjoy conversing with her. She had a wit about her that made him want to hear her thoughts on random things.

"I got the same response when my parents were killed in a car crash and kept telling people how my dad was decapitated." Jack gestured to his neck and Y/n nodded.

"It's truly a shame you aren't more social in town. I think these oldies need to be shaken up a little more." Y/n and Jack were probably two of the only people under 40 in the neighborhood.

"I was going to offer my condolences but I admittedly didn't know your parents that well and I'm pretty sure a year post-death seems kind of disingenuous. Your parents seemed like decent people. I always enjoyed the sunflowers my mom would grow for your mom so she had good taste in flowers." Jack was pleasantly surprised that Y/n hadn't tried to console him or offer some fake sympathy for people she clearly didn't know well. She had become a breath of fresh air in this small town full of people acting as though they knew him personally.

"I appreciate your genuine solace." Jack finished his cigarette and considered lighting another but instead just took a deep breath.

"I'm sure the last year of your life has been a real dumpster fire taking over this monstrosity but I guess we're just those kind of children." Y/n pulled something from her pocket and put it to her lips, lighting it and taking a pull.

"Yeah I didn't think I would end up...taking a year off but I guess I needed the mental break from LA anyway. Trying to get this place in order is the current goal so if you're looking for someone else's shit, let me know." Jack caught a whiff of the smoke and his eyebrow cocked. She was clearly wearing scrubs but she was absolutely smoking a joint, which wasn't uncommon for Colorado but possibly taboo among the medical community.

"I feel your pain. When I first moved back I did at least 4 garage sales just to clear out some of my parents bullshit. How can old people have so much shit? Baby boomers completely missed the whole recycling trend." Jack hadn't considered doing a yard sale but his lack of social skills would probably just have him boxing it all up to donate anyway.

"Moving back into this house alone is slowly turning me into a minimalist. I don't know if their generation just thought they were going breed like rabbits or if they were just competing to see who would have the biggest house." Jack felt comfortable having such open conversation with her. He felt like he could actually keep a conversation without someone trying to offer sympathies or checking to see if he was on the verge of another psychotic break.

"It's tough being so young in a retirement community." Y/n joked with a smile. They shared a smile for a brief moment before Jack realized he was staring.

"I guess I will rephrase my previous statement, congratulations on becoming an aunt. That kid is going to have exemplary insults by the time they hit the school yard." Jack smirked earning a smile from Y/n.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to send him your way when he's old enough to start wearing trench coats." Y/n winked like she could go tit for tat with Jack and actually enjoy it. She had a feeling they had a similar sense of humor.

"I should get back. Ace waits by the door if no one takes him to bed." Y/n gestured towards the house and Jack sighed.

"Rub it in." Jack teased, fanning jealousy but truthfully he wouldn't mind that kind of comfort this evening.

"He misses you. It's weird, all he can talk about is the strange habits of the mysterious neighbor. Soon enough, he'll tell me all your secrets so hopefully you've never murdered anyone." Y/n wouldn't realize how that joke hit but Jack chuckled darkly.

"Just my dog." Y/n took it as a joke but Jack was grateful they shared a twisted sense of humor.

"Noted. Have a good night Jack." She gave him one last genuine smile and he gave her a wave.

"Good night." Jack watched her walk all the way to her house, walk up the porch and turn the outside light off. He felt a strange comfort knowing that she was so close by and didn't seem turned off by his dry wit and dark humor. He wouldn't call her a friend but she's a neighbor he doesn't mind having encounters with.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Jack x Y/n #One Shot Series #Glass Houses Series #culkin cult #Rory Culkin #If you want to be added to the tagged list #let me know #4/38

[sometransgal]

OK so here's a weird feeling that I'm not sure any other trans girl has. I have a tiny dick. Like, too tiny to use. I feel sometimes that there's a weird expectation (maybe not the right word) that trans girls have large dicks.

Idk, it's a weird. It makes me feel real self conscious. That on top of body image issues and dysphoria makes me feel inadequate. Like I'll never live up to someone's ideal.

Idk this feelsramble. Do you or anyone you know get a similar feeling?

You're sending this to a long time member of the small girldick club so I can very much understand where you're coming from. I've struggled with the same when I was younger and less confident in myself because there can be expectations set on trans women (in certain circles on the internet anyway) to have average to above average cock size.

There is this sort of perfect trans woman image that develops in our communities. It's typically a combination of the aesthetic and personal preferences of the group and more broadly the preferences of the racist patriarchal society we find ourselves in. This is something I've brushed against fairly often. The trans community as a whole has some major issues with plus size trans women, and as a plus size trans woman, it can really mess with your head to not reach that idealised version of trans femininity.

So how do we combat that feeling when it comes to things we cant change like our dick size? Well we let go of the idealised trans woman. We simply stop holding ourselves to the community standards that are hurting us. Instead we hold ourselves to a personal standard. We change the things we can change, whether it be the small everyday things like shaving or the larger scale things like HRT. We try to improve ourselves compared to ourselves. Small steps really add up towards improving the whole, something that's been said and ignored thousands of time but remains nonetheless true in my experience.

That all being said it's not easy to ignore the standards of our community but trust me as a trans woman, nothing is more liberating. We are so heavily policed for our bodies from outside communities it bleeds into our own and we can be fucking awful about it. If you're not a skinny, pretty, passing, white woman then you've definitely felt this. I find it helps to unplug from the internet on the days that the feelings are particularly bad. I like to take that time to go do something that makes me feel pretty or nice. For me its a nice long bath, for you it'll probably be different. The broader community can like what it likes and be what it wants to be, I'm going to be a me that I love.

Now i do also want to take time to deconstruct the whole concept of "small penis bad, big penis good" too. Frankly its all a bit silly to me? Small cocks have perks and downsides, big cocks have different perks and downsides. Neither should dictate desirability because neither is an indicator of sexual performance. Fucking take it from me, I've a tiny dick and I've made thousands of people cum over the years. Sex is so much more about listening to your partner, catering to their tastes, techniques, foreplay, and so much more than fucking penis size. It's very very silly to me personally that bigger is seen as better.

So anyway... in summary of my own rambly answer: Don't try to be the perfect trans woman, be a a better you for you. Whatever that you looks like.

#god this answer took me hours to write and rewrite #i had a lot of thoughts on this and wanted to get them down as clearly as i could #i really hope this helps anon

[niniviir]

One of My Favourite Tickling Experiences :)

I've never had an actual tickle session in my life, mainly because I've always been afraid of being seen as weird for asking. So, any times I have been tickled, I had to get there through temptation. You know, stretching so that your top goes up revealing your belly, lying down with your arms above your head. Anyone who wanted to tickle would never pass up that opportunity. I sure as heck wouldn't.

I only really like being tickled by girls, and visa versa, so I've never really been interested in guys tickling me, nor have I ever really been interested in me tickling guys. However, there have been a few guys that have passed that lil mental filter.

So I used to have this friend. We'll call him Sam rather than his actual name. Me and Sam were pretty close for a good few years, so we spent a lot of time together with the rest of our friends. One day when me him and another friend were out at a park (we'll call the other friend Ethan), we were messing around in the empty play area, trying to use all the stuff there that we were to big for, we got into a pretty playful mood. Sam decided to playfight with me a bit, trying to push me down onto the grass behind me. I held onto him as he was trying to push me, and in the moment I just thought "what the hell, let's just do it" and I tickled him a lil bit on his belly with both hands.

Now you might think "what made you want to tickle him?" Well, Sam has always had this playful side to him that I always thought was pretty cute, and when it comes to tickling, I'm more of a fan of playful tickling than I am the whole torture side of it all. Another thing was, whenever he was in his house, he never wore a tshirt, so whenever me and my friends knocked on his door to ask if he wanted to come out, he'd come out with no top on. Now, let me tell you, he looked good. He had this nice toned belly, like this faint six-pack, and he was pretty skinny. For some reason, this just made me think "God I'd love to tickle him".

So after I tickled him a bit, he fell past me onto the grass, rolled from his side onto his back and looked up at me. I straight away thought "Fuck, he's gonna call me weird or something, I shouldn't have done that."

Imagine my shock when he said "Again".

He also liked being tickled! I couldn't believe it! So, of course, I took him up on his request and continued tickling him, but then Ethan joined in. Sam very quickly got up after Ethan joined in, and stormed off angry. Ethan went home after this, confused as to what had happened. But, I knew what had happened, because I've had a similar experience. I like being tickled, but not by everyone. If someone tickled me who I didn't want to tickle me, I'd have a similar reaction. Sam definitely wanted me to tickle him, but definitely didn't want Ethan to.

I ran after Sam, and managed to catch up with him. I mentioned that Ethan had gone home, and so he decided to stay out for a bit longer. I saw this big log ladder thingy that you're supposed to climb on, and I convinced him to "try this cool thing". The "cool thing" was just a way to get him to climb this log ladder to hook his legs through securely so that he could hang upside down by his legs. Obviously, by doing this, his t shirt was taken up his body by gravity, revealing his belly. I tickled his bare belly quickly, scribbling my fingers all over it. I then helped him down, where he proceeded to say "Alright, now you". Not only did he like tickling, he was a switch! So, I did the same thing, hanging upside down, belly completely exposed, and he tickled me for a good 10-15 seconds before helping me down. We went home not too long after that.

This story is already a lil bit long, but I have another couple of anecdotes I'd just like to add in with him, as they're the only other times I got to do this sort of thing with him.

So, one day he suggested the idea that we should go to either his house or my house, and play COD Black Ops on the Xbox 360, just to play a mode called combat training, so we could chill and just unlock all the perks that required certain challenges. We ended up doing this at his house, and if you remember from earlier, he never wears a t shirt in his house. So this whole time I'm sat there, on his bed, next to him like "Omg I could tickle him right now. But what if he's not in the mood? Ugh, idk." Then I came up with an idea.

When we got to the end up a match, we'd both customise our classes in game, so I always made sure I was first. Once I'd finished, I'd roll up the bottom of my t shirt a lil bit, and then I'd lie back on his bed, arms above my head, with the bottom of my t shirt sitting just above my belly button. It took a few matches, but eventually he took the hint and tickled me for a couple of seconds. We looked at each other dead in the eyes, then we both started tickling each other. I got my fingers onto his sides and started scribbling away, meanwhile he lay across my chest, tickling away on my belly. But sadly, pretty soon after that, my dad called saying food was ready, and I had to go. I tried to say to Sam that I didn't mind just staying, but he said I'd better go and eat.

Some months later, me and Sam where in the back room of my house just watching youtube on the tv. We were sat on an L shaped couch, and he was sat next to were the couch went forward. I'm not sure how I pulled this one off, but I managed to lay back onto his lap while I was sat on the forward part of the couch, handing my shoulders and my head off of the side of his lap, basically kinda hanging upside down. I let my arms fall to the floor, under my hanging head, belly of course exposed by my pulled up t shirt.

It got the the end of the video we were watched, and with nervousness in my chest, I forced myself to say "You know… I'm uhh… I'm supr (swallows).. Surprised you haven't tickled me consideri--", he suddenly cut me off and started tickling my belly. I instinctively rolled onto the floor, onto my back, arms above my head. He then proceeded to sit on my legs, locking me in place with nowhere to go, and started scribbling all over my belly.

This was everything to me. I never knew I needed that exact scenario so much until it happened. I never wanted him to stop. Him sitting on top of me, me being helpless, arms above my head giggling away, his fingertips softly swiping against my belly creating this amazing ticklish sensation, sometimes even reach a bit up my already raised t shirt to get his fingers on my ribs, him teasing me by saying things like "tickle tickle", "ticky ticky ticky", "goochie goo". Heaven.

When he stopped after a good 5 minutes of constant tickling, I wanted to ask him to do it again. But before I got the chance, he flipped me onto my front, sat on my legs and started tickling the hell out of my sides and lower back, and whenever I twisted my body to one side or the other, he'd tickle my belly to get me flat on my front again. When it comes to being tickled, the belly, sides, ribs and back are the S-tier areas for me, so getting another good 5 minutes out of this was golden. I've never been tickled so much in my life, and I loved every second of it! But before I got my revenge, he had to leave { lucky >: ) }.

We never tickled each other again after that day, and some years later, he just stopped talking to me out of nowhere. We never fell out or anything, he just kinda… stopped. It was sad because, even outside of the tickling, we were close, and I do miss him sometimes. I've still not had another friend like him that loved tickling like I do, but hopefully I will find someone soon.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! This is my first tumblr post ever, I'm not really fully sure how the site works, but I've seen people make long posts detailing their tickling experiences on here before, so I figured why not share mine :)

#tickling #belly tickling #belly tickle #tickle #tickle story #tickling story #lee #ler #switch

[dross-the-fish]

a;kdjf;kdfj; why is your jekyll such a hottie? Also what are your headcanons for him?

Idk I read his description and interpreted that as "He's handsome," that's all I can tell you 'non. As for headcanons? I have one but it's more of me projecting my own experiences on to the character. My version of Jekyll is a bigger than average man and that's not incidental. I mentioned in a previous post that I'm a little over 5' 9" and pretty broad myself, especially across the shoulders, that'd be perfectly average if I was AMAB but I'm actually AFAB so most of my friends and playmates growing up were girls and I was always the biggest person in the group. I had anywhere from 3-6 inches and an extra 20-30 lbs on my peers and especially within my own family, where I even towered over my male cousins, that came with a weird perception that I was more durable and more capable of doing accidental harm, so if I got hit or someone played rough I was not ever allowed to retaliate. I just had to take punches because I had a significant height/weight advantage. I also absolutely could not show any kind of anger when a littler kid punched me, even if the littler kid was older than me. This would also spread to aspects of my adult life, where I was not allowed to even seem angry because a tall butch looking person is inherently a lot scarier than a skinny 5'2" girl. She can throw a tantrum and hit people and be given a pass. I can't even raise my voice when I'm being treated badly because I'm "scary". Shit like that will get to you, even if you don't realize it. You get tired of people holding you to a different standard just because of your size. You have to over compensate to appear softer, try not to seem menacing and treat everyone around you as though you are iron and they are glass. This is what I imagine my version of Jekyll's life experience to be. Because he is a large man he has to be mindful of how people view him. Even when they like him, even if he's attractive, he cannot ever give in to being angry or expressing "scary" emotions because he's too big and people will perceive him as predatory or dangerous. Then you add that he can't indulge in any vices because he's a well respected doctor and that's just a recipe for him to create an alter ego that goes apeshit. That's also why I headcanon Hyde is younger, smaller and more agile. I know the given explanation is that he's less developed, but I think Hyde is a reflection of what Jekyll secretly wants to be because Henry Jekyll is intensely uncomfortable in his own skin.

#Sorry for the long post #anon asks #Henry jekyll #Edward Hyde #Jekyll and Hyde

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! Can i request a romantic matchup for star wars, hp marauders and DC? :3 (sorry if i make any mistakes english is not my first language :3) Anyways, about me: I'm bisexual and demisexual. She/her pronouns but neutrals are fine. Infj 4w3, big 3 are; gemini sun, taurus moon, sag rising. I have short dark hair and I loveeee to style it like marilyn monroe (I'm obsessed with old hollywood) I have olive pale skin and dark brown eyes, I'm 5'7 and skinny but not too much mostly because I'm a figure skater! idk i think im really pretty! Mexican with italian and native family. Older sister that basically took raised her little brother and depressed mom (damn.)I love my family and basically love human interactions lmao. Extrovert (? idk) my friends describe me as likeable, charismatic, clumsy, witty, confident, idealistic, caring and nice. I love making people feel comfortable and welcome. People that don't like me may describe me as argumentative, annoying, stubborn, greedy, with ego or even mean and i'm not going to deny anything of that tbh. I loveeee feeling pretty and I'm a girly nerd girl, champagne colors, black and pink are def my thing. I love political science, neuropsychology, literature, women history and pyshics. My specials interests are: old hollywood, star wars (mostly obi-wan kenobi lol) manifestation, barbie and Sylvia plath. And yes, I'm autistic but I work with it really well. I love to perform and all that stuff, I was in a band, playing guitar and singing, musicals, figure skating, ballet etc. I don't talk about my problems to anyone, i just write them down because i don't really like to worry people and i know it's not healthy but idc. I always manage to be optimistic but realistic. I'm a perfectionist and I reaaaaally hate doing something wrong so that's mostly when I have my mental breakdowns lmao. Quite touchy with people i really like, hugs, touching faces, playing with hair, toying with hands, but I always make sure that they're okay with it! Also i'm quite bubbly and flirty but I'm not really interested on someone(mostly because now relationships are really weird, help.), I'm really specific with what i want and i have high standards. I hate: thunderstorms(im really scared of them) crowded places were i'm alone, really negative people, pick me's, pumpkins, immature people, facists, last minute surprise, people with horrible communication skills. Sand and the beach. Maps and driving, unfair stuff, sexism and men being stupid. I love: summer and spring, animals, makeup, any kind of music but my favs are: mcr, britney spears, fiona apple, the cardigans, marina, lana del rey, ariana grande, nine inch nails, the cure and bikini kill. Stawberrys, gossip girl, mexican soap operas (I LOVE RUBI AND TERESA!!!) comics and nerdy stuff (It all started because i wanted to prove a boy that I hated that I knew more about star wars than him and I ended up watching all the movies, series and reading all prequels books lmao)playing legos with my little brother, baking and having debates with my literature teacher.

Hello! I'm sorry this has taken so long to get posted! I hope you like it nonetheless! (I also love old hollywood! I love marilyn, audrey hepburn, and cary grant!) Enjoy! <33333

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Star Wars;

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

🌙 You met Obi-Wan on a random planet that he was visiting for some undisclosed reasons; you were walking with your friends past him, and as you both passed each other, you made eye contact - the world seemed to slow down, your eyes locked on one another - love at first sight

🌙 You didn't see Obi-Wan until when you and your friends we drinking in the nearby cantina; your friends gestured to the mysterious man across the bar, and you followed their line of sight - seeing the man that you had passed earlier that day, your friends hyped you up to go over and talk to him

🌙 The conversation floooowed, and I mean flowed, the instant connection that you had with this man was undeniable and intoxicating - you couldn't get enough of his voice and how his words seemed to grapple and pull you right in; it wasn't until later in the night that you found out his name, Obi-Wan Kenobi

🌙 Months later, Obi-Wan, trapped in the Jedi Laws, tried to hide how much he enjoyed your presence, but it was difficult, in the end - risking his Jedi life and duty - he confessed who he truly was, but you still loved him all the same

🌙 Your and Obi's relationship was kept a secret, even from most of your friends, though Anakin quickly figured it out - you and Obi were a perfect match, always there for each other, always understanding and caring towards one another; you both loved each other to the moons and back... And then some

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Harry Potter (Marauders);

James Potter:

✨ You met James at Hogwarts, and you instantly felt a connection between the two of you - it wasn't long until the both of you were flirting with one another, joking around, having a few laughs; the feelings you had for each other were unspoken, but understood

✨ You and James were inseparable, whenever you could, you'd be together, joined at the hip, no matter the time of day - and you were always touching each other in some way, holding hands, playing with his hair, his arms around you; you'd often squish his cheeks together, James would always blush at the contact

✨ When spending nights together - either just cuddling or talking about your favorite music, comics, or your love for strawberries - and a thunderstorm arises, he is always there for you, distracting you or covering your ears while holding you; if a storm is coming, it's like a sixth sense

✨ During the summer, you and James meet up as much as possible - you get the opportunity to show him your favorite music, movies, and shows - sometimes if you're lucky, James let's you do his makeup

✨ James and your little bro would probably get along beautifully as well, and I would bet that James would love to play with Legos with you and your brother - even though he has no idea what they are in the beginning XD

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DC;

Harley Quinn:

♥ You met Harley at one of her roller derby games - being a figure skater, you enjoyed seeing people roller skate - you immediately caught her eyes as she raced around the track; your Marilyn Monroe styled hair was amazing to say the least

♥ She had to tell you how much she loved your hair, and she did after winner her match, meeting you out in the parking lot before you and your friends left; she made sure to compliment you (a lot), and even gave you her card, which you took with a smile

♥ Her card didn't have any number or address, so you believed that it was going to be difficult to find her, but you were surprisingly wrong - small world, even if it was Gotham - you met her at this small convenience store, where you found her waiting for a breakfast sandwich

♥ You and her decided to walk around Gotham together, but the outing was short lived as she was getting chased by like ten people - you didn't see Harley for a long while, but when you did, she had a Hyena and a kid (and a nice car)

♥ You joined Harley and Cassandra (and Bruce) on their adventures, stealing marshmallows from stores, going around town causing slight chaos, and just having a grand ol' time together

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#cute #fluff #x reader #request #requested #matchups #matchup #star wars #harry potter #hp #harry potter fandom #harry potter marauders #dc #dc comics #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan #james potter #harley quinn #obi-wan kenobi x reader #harley quinn x reader #james potter x reader

[borderlinecatboy]

I'm so ugh. I keep fucking relapsing an like I know I do have some of control over it I just can't stop at the same time. It's like everytime the scabs fade I have to make new ones. I feel bad or wrong when i don't have any. I can't stop until they scar but I'll never know if they do because my fucking stretch marks in the way.

And everytime I do it I feel like such a disappointment like I'm letting down and hurting my friends. Not my irls fuck those assholes I mean my online friends. I just feel like a shitty person bc what is so bad about my life that warrants taking a plastic knife to my hip? I'm too pussy to even try to cut deep, or at least as deep as you can with fucking plastic. Embarrassing.

And I'm so so afraid of my mom or grandma seeing them. They will actually kill me. My sister's reaction would just piss me off. Ik my irls will just be mad at me for not telling them, dicks. Acting like they're entitled to knowing everything about me but never telling me anything about them.

I promised myself that when i got out of this God forsaken house id do it for real. With a designated knife just for harming myself. Make it all cutesy for that twisted irony affect. I wouldn't have to hide it anymore. It'd be on other limbs too. Not just my one hip. It'd be so freeing.

Not to forget how I feel so fucking fat lately. I don't even know how much i weigh and it's lowkey stressing me out. I haven't been 100 pound in a good while n it's. Ugh. The scale in my house doesn't fucking work anymore. I think. It doesn't help that I just keep eating and eating, especially sweets I just. Ugh. I keep trying to starve myself but i keep giving into temptation. I'm genuinely so fucking upset over this why can't I just be good. Honestly i think starving myself is what gave me those heartburn problems but whatever. I just wanna be 100 pounds again. I'm only worth anything when I'm small. It's the only time people fucking say anything about my body in a nonsexual way and fuck. People always tell me I have the ideal skinny body and I need to keep it or I'll never fucking be worth anything, ya know? And at the rate I'm eating (two decent meals a day plus a handful of snacks, usually dessert type ones) I'll never get that.

I know I shouldn't 'feel' fat I'm well aware I'm still technically a skeleton but when you grow up hearing the shit I did from mainly my own mother or other fuckhead adult women you'd feel the fucking same too. I fucking hate it here.

I only got 'better' because food was appetizing again and passing out at cheer would've been fucking embarrassing. N now cheer is over I was contemplating starting again n then the other day my mom told me that my 'five course meals' so like a plate of bacon or ramen were gonna catch up to me. Pretty much saying I was getting fat which fuck shes right but I wish she didn't say it to my fucking face. God it's disgusting how I often I eat now. She just pretty much gave me a reason to start up again but I'm so fucking weak and pathetic I can't even bring myself to stop.

I just feel so alone nowadays. I have no one to talk to. So much shit bottled up but I can't burden people with it because it's all so. Miniscule that I'm just an asshole for even having those problems. I can never shut my fucking mouth I feel like I scare everyone away and it's honestly deserved. Someone as horrible as me doesn't deserve the comfort I crave. I'm so desperate for attention it's fucking pathetic. I want to cry but I don't deserve it. I don't deserve anything good because I am a monster. I deserve nothing but the pain I feel everyday or just fucking death. I'm just a pest.

Sometimes I wish my ex was abusive. Not because I want a reason to hate him, if anything I'm looking for reasons *that one* encounter was just a mishap. I just crave it. I want to be hurt worse than I ever even was which isn't very fucking hard to achieve since barely anything even happened. I want horrible things done to me I crave it it's embarrassing. It's like im fucking. Romanticizing something people take for-fucking-ever to heal from for my own sick satisfaction.

That one encounter. I just don't even know what to make out of it. Haha make out. It's funny bc we were making out n I could feel his fucking erection through his pants. Presumably erection. I'm a fucking prude with a vagina and I never really did watch porn with actual dicks involved. Either way it was fucking uncomfortable and I remember trying to discretely move bc embarrassment + he was always awkward as fuck n I really couldn't I was just trapped on his lap. My problem is, I don't know if he was holding me there or if my brain is trying to turn him into the enemy. He did ask what was wrong and I said nothing so it is technically my fault. I'm not going anymore into this because I know I'll start reliving the moment (aka my body feeling like it's happening again) and I just can-fucking-not deal with that right now.

Even if i want nothing to do with my ex he was the only person where I was their number 1. He was also the last person I wanted to be that. Growing up I was my 'bffs' back up friend. When their new friend no longer wanted anything to do with them, they'd come crawling right back to me. It's been the same since elementary school and I'm so fucking sick of it. I just want to be there person someone thinks of first, their comfort zone, someone they gravitate to unconsciously. I just want to be loved the way i love others. I'll never be important to anyone it seems. It's just something about me. Maybe I'm to childish or self centered or annoying or untrustworthy or maybe I'm just a horrible person but everyone pities me too much to say anything. Like they all secretly hate me but they all know I'm pathetic and would never survive on my own so they keep me around as a safety net for when their important people fail them.

I seriously need to just stop burdening others with my existence.

[julien5-malfunction]

14022023 It's FRIEND'S DAY!!!

(and not Valentine's day, here where I live, at least...)

[Content: Reaction to being misgendered, anger about the inability to change critical things and fear of anger.]

I had a therapy appointment today and we were talking about rock bands (bc idk that's just how it is nowdays, no more fake ass 'deep dives' and ripping open old wounds, 👍 I approve.) And the therapist was saying something like '...allright, girl.' I was like '...uhh, what was that?' (In a rather playful tone) She just said it again a few times while looking for something on the computer.

I'm not gonna be a huge karen about it but this is the 2nd time someone in position of authority refers to me as a 'girl' or a similar term. The other one was one of the (now former) check up visitors, who was giving me a car ride home. (She said that I was a badass-bitch for having the guts to go on the trip to the big city alone.) Altough she did catch that by her self and corrected it swiftly.

Not a reason to cry but it just makes me feel like people have to actively try to avoid using femine terms about me and I'm pretty sure they are lying if they say anything about me looking more like a boy than a girl.

And that's something I'm really, REALLY insecure about. I know I don't pass and never will and I'd rather get honest feedback about it than careful, sweet little lies, so I don't get my feelings hurt, like just say it. Just fucking say it, stop lying. I can't stand lying, be fucking honest with me even if it stings, ffs.

I'm just mildly pissed off that people are pretending. And I don't pass, like I just don't, I know I don't, I never will. Kill me.

On another note, but related; I hate the teenagers, cuz why does every single fucking teen girl have lower voice than I do? Why am I so fucking short in comparison to everybody my age, and even people years younger than me, and why are they all wo fucking skinny. Everybody seems to have a life and friends and be good at something, know what job they want, just in general have their fucking shit together.

And it's in no way their fault but it just makes me feel like complete shit about myself and I always have to argue about the same fucking thing in my head, that I'm not a totally lost cause yet, and I still got a chance to become functional and maybe a person I can comfortably live as, and MAYBE accomplish something that will make ME think 'yeah, that's a pretty cool thing to leave as a reminder after I die. It's just. I feel like I'm so fucking behind in a race where I don't know how to compete in.

And the part where 'something', that could fit the definition of hope and a possible salvation from the life long torture, that is living in the circumstance I was trapped in upon birth, is first promised, then denied and ripped away from me. And I'm literally told to give it up, well guess what, I have nothing else to believe in or live for.

So I keep suffering in belief of my 'salvation', even if I stand no chance.

I swear, if I go insane enough I'll go beyond reason to do absolutely fucking everything I can to force my way trough as much as possibe. Just because I refuse to suffer eternally, because someone else made me.

Like if I get mad I get tunnel vision and I get violent too like it's scary. I'm scared of what I might be capable of while blinded, but in a way I kinda wanna find out.

Like if I can hurt another, physically, or not for example.

I'm getting off topic again.

[papirouge]

akari takeuchi is so beautiful, like she has this round face and sometimes has the appearance of being a lil chubby yet she's really popular among her groupmates. I love how she looks with very short hair too.

japanese people in general seem to be pretty fixated on thinness. in remember when morning mmusume got popular and people talked about kago ai and tsuji nozomi and they refered to tsuji as "the chubby one", even though she was only slightly bigger than kago.

i dont know if you ever keep up with momusu or if you ever cared about it, but once they had this member who was actually overweight (susuki kanon), and she was constantly mocked by fans, the public, and apparently teased by management and team members. obviously she did not pass the audition when she was overweight; she mentioned later that she went through an extreme diet to appear skinny at the audtions, but that she'd been chubby all her life.

but i think koreans are even more extreme with their beauty standards. like, you can see korean idols tend to be skinnier than jpop ones, i think the girls even lose their periods or have very irregular ones. i remember when kpop started gettinf global recognition, sometimes kpoppers would post on certain j-artists youtube videos just to compare them to korean ones, and I remember checking the comments in this perfume video and kpoppers were literally saying they had fat legs. like the girls from perfume (and not, it was not when achan was a lil chubby in their early years)

Anon I do "care" about those things bc I've been a jpop head for a longer time that I will ever admit 😭

Akari has always been a favorite of my mine 🩵 And yeah her face is sooo cute!! She definitely stood out because she was chubbier but imo that's a good thing bc idol are sooo interchangeable. Unless your very pretty or very talented (dance, singing) being a bit different can be an asset if well played.

Imo I think thame difference with Kanon is that Akari seemed confident and it gave her the charisma and appeal that fan like. Kanon was maybe too young and insecure and fans caught it and it made them uninterested and disrespectful for her performance...

And yeah, Japan is obsessed with skinniness, water is wet lol

I've always be intrigued by the fetishistic way of considering beauty. For example they will hyperfixate on features that a supposed "attractive" such as a small face, high nose brige, big eyes, etc and literally dismiss every thing else to the point it's getting ridiculous at times. Someone would be pretty but because they have a very small face they'll be elevated as an absolute staple of beauty.

I lurk a lot on girlchannel and every 2-3 days there are threads dedicated to rave on beautiful people... I remember one thread dedicated to rave on Erika Toda arms skinniness when she played Misa Amane in the Death Note movie 😭

This fetishization of beauty that's also why they will get plastic surgery to get features they consider objectively pretty without considering the harmony with the rest of the face, such as a high nose brige but since the rest of their face will remain unchanged the balance of their full face is so weird. East Asian tend to have a large face so I think them ps'ing their nose to be as small as possible makes them look so weird and uncanny 🥴

Kpoppers are mentally ill so I'm not surprised they don't have any idea what a normal human being looks like.

Perfume gals have perfect legs - they literally made the whole 'VOICE' single cover out of it 💀

It's not really that Achan is "chubby" it's that she has wide hips which is considered unattractive in Japan. That's why in their outfits coding, she's the one to wear clothing who are ample/lose in that area, while Nocchi is the 'boyish' one (short hair + pants/shorts) and Kashiyuka is the one wearing the shorter & more skimpy outfit version. Here's another example for their JPN album visuals

Arguing that these women would be in any way fat is insane. That's how I know kpop fans have brainrot.

Whenever I stumble on kpop MV gif my eyes itch at the amount of filters used... Kpop idols are routinely abused and mistreated but these idiots will keep stanning. I've always found ironic how people have no problem acknowledging that what we consume has political consequences and won't shut up about H&M and Shein mistreatment of their employees + their business model damaging effects on their environment but will keep lining the pockets of Kpop artists agencies doing the same 💀

Both Japan and Korean are fucked up with their Beauty standards but Japan still has the kawaii card that allows someone to still be considered appealing despite not being conventionally attractive. I think Ai Kago and Tsuji Nozomi totally belong in that category. That being said, kawaiiness can also be artificial considering that Nozomi did plastic surgery on her eyes to make them look twice bigger + obsessive use of light color lenses (look at the pics of her marriage before she got the procedure💀). Kyaru is also infamous for revamping her face (namidabukuro + eyelid lift)

And let's no forget Tsubasa Masuwaka who's jumped on the kawaii bandwagon after the end of the heisei/gyaru era and has been doctoring like mad her pics ever since...

#answered

[osaka-lilac]

i'm late i'm late!! but iris, dahlia, and plumeria?<3 ily

jd you’re never too late i love you so much ty ty ty <3333

iris - would you describe yourself as a sensitive person? why or why not?

i’m 10000000% a sensitive person. it’s both my biggest strength and my weakness. i’m very in tune with others and can often like. just tell that something ain’t right. i like to describe myself as an empath pretty much. and i often find myself as the “parent” of the groups i am a part of. but like. i also take things very close to heart and often find myself really hurt by the simplest of jokes at my expense. part of my brain doesn’t understand why you’d make fun of someone and like. make a joke about someone right in front of them? and that when you do that with no barrier there, there’s gotta be some truth to it right? if they believe it so much that they’ll say it to your face it’s gotta be true? so yea i’m very sensitive but. often to a fault

dahlia - do you like to follow current fashion trends or do you have a style that you prefer to stick to?

so my body type does not really lend itself well to current fashion trends especially in the us. it’s about slender waists and flat tummies here but me? when i say i’m non-passing as a man, i REALLY mean it. i got wide fucking hips and a tummy!!! (my ex loved it but like now that he’s not around it’s sometimes tough for me to like it.) like going shopping at the mall sucks cause i’ll unfold a cool shirt and it’s a fucking crop top. like i don’t need or want to wear that.

so i have a neutral style that i like. graphic tees but like. cool ones like my ferrari tan puma shirt and my knock off indy 500 shirt i got from rue 21 and not like the ones that just say dr pepper on em for fun. i’ve got two flannels with pins on em that i got from my dad that i often wear in the fall or if i’m going out. skinny jeans and flat-bottomed shoes are my go to, and i find myself wearing baseball caps a lot more this summer. i’m also chest binding every day with that so i try to go the fall androgynous hipster look. i’ve also got this small moonstone necklace that my mom got me that i wear every day, and a metal ring i got over a year ago online that is wearing out bad but i still love it. it’s a small spread of playing cards with very small red jewels in them. it was cheap but it’s my favorite accessory i own.

plumeria - are you working on any creative projects? if so, what kinds?

i went to college for animation for two years and i’ve kinda finally decided i’m taking a gap year to maybe figure out if something else is right for me. part of it was the fact i got so burnt out that i stopped going to my classes for a few weeks out of fear of going and not being able to to anything. so right now i’m trying to get back into it by slowly drawing and posting sketch pages of people and things i like so that i can stay in touch with my more creative side and not lose that passion of mine completely. i do stuff with drivers or stuff from my own life. (lots of stuff from my nature walks usually.) nothing big or too overwhelming, but it truly makes me happy.

(also depending on what you consider creative projects i also make mixtapes on spotify for fun and i love them. you can see them here)

send flower asks <3

#ask #answered #formula-red #jd i love you thank u

[slashingdisneypasta]

(May I join T or D game? 🦊)

1) I'll eat the whole thing in one bite and risk a brainfreeze! Then I'll look him straight in the eyes as I snap the stick in half! Hopefully he'll get the message...

2) If I brought a boy home then he must be a very good friend! I wouldn't bring just anyone home! I'll find someone else for Jenn (seems like a good way to get rid of some creep/douche/sleezebag lol)

3) Bubba better sit his ass down and go nowhere near that thing! I'll handle the feeding!

4) Are noise conceling headphones an opinion?! Or playing music on speakers so loud I don't hear my own thoughts?! If not, I'll shut him up myself! He'll feel the rage of an s*x-repulsed asexual who didn't get a good night sleep in weeks! I will put a fear of God into him (even if he's not religious)! *Angry tired ace noises*

5) I'm pretty small and skinny so I could probably slip between Jason and Michael with them barely noticing me! Or I'm sure Jason would be polite enough to step aside for a second if I ask nicely, his mother did raised him right after all! There's no point in asking Michael, he'll either just continue to stare or even attempt to stab me, so no thank you!

6) Call me crazy but BJ! I'm not familiar enough with Drayton. Besides, my special talent is being able to ignore someone completaly no matter what they do! He'll be wondering if he's invisible again 😈

7) *runs into the kitchen at lighting speed, grabs the snacks and runs out*

8) I'll do my best to try calm Carrie down! I'm pretty sure she's more scared then I am! Such powers can be overwhelming and it's not her fault if she still sometimes can't control them! (If I fail, I'd like INK and Aurelio Voltaire to play at my funeral)

9) (I picked the Slasher before I saw the list) So now Jason is fighting Pennywise! Damn!! I wonder how that would end?!

10) There's absolutely NO WAY I'm getting any help from Freddy! I'll admit what I did to Pam! It was a honest mistake and hopefully she'll understand. Ofc I'll clean all the mess and pay to fix/replace if anything is broken

11) I'll choose truth! I'm super honest (sometimes too much) and don't mind any question they throw at me!

12) I like Jerry's style more, so I'll pick him! He better not mess it up though, or Elijah will be hearing about it!

13) The Clown does not scare me at all! I think the idea is hillarious and choose opinion B *evil laughter* I have camera ready 🎥 ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

You can always join, Fox Anon!! Hey! ^^

Omggggggg, I love your answers so so much XDD

Omg, I think he's got it!!! XDDD

You make a VERY good point... And they're going to a better place anyway XDD Jen's stomach.

You're so brave!! But yes lets protect the Bubba XD

Get him, Fox anon!! I've got your back. From way back here, far far away from Patrick... I've got your back... but I've got it!!

Y'all have so much faith in the manners of a man who's forte is just flingin' people out of his damn way

6. Oh!! You took that class too?? XD Haha. Omg XD I love the little devil emoji you put at the end, too, so funny XDD

7. XDDDDDDDD Zoom

8. I've got you.

9. Oooh, I dunno- but I hope Jason wins!

10. Good news! That was a test- and you passed. Pamela likes you and you may befriend Jason XD ^^

11. Hey, at least people know where they stand with you! I love honest people!

Hmmmmm, here's your truth from Billy and Stu: If you had the choice to leave this universe and jump into the A Nightmare On Elm Street universe... and you got to be a dream demon with all that power, as well... but you had to spend your eternity with Freddy- would you go?

12. Oooh, do you mean the original version?? He does have good style. The red scarf?? Perfect accessorization XD Which Chucky then copied.

OOF, Jerry better do his best then!

13. Ohhhhhhhhhhh this one made me cackle XDD Freddy's is going to DIE, man!!

Thank you for playing and sharing your answers!! They're great!! XD

[mermaidsirennikita]

Yeah there's really no fake it till you make it so to speak on Broadway? Singing, acting and dancing 8 shows a weeks for months is brutal and requires a lot more skit and talent then most work in show business. That's why when it comes to theater even the decent, nothing special performers are still a lot more talented then your average singer or actor. I'm not too familiar with Beanie's work, from the previews that were posted she can sing, she's not bad. But being able to sing like that, in a show like Funny Girl which is extremley difficult, on a consistent basis? Just being an good singer is not enough.

Honestly, having listened to those previews and bootlegs I think that "good" is generous. Maybe community theater good. But then again, we're both hearing snippets--maybe she's better beyond that, but based on the amount of time she's supposed to work and the strain that would cause... I doubt it.

I'm honestly not here for the "poor Beanie" sympathy act people are putting on. Regardless of who was going to replace her, I think this entire thing is a bad look for her. She's never impressed me as an actress (I thought she was actually quite bad in Impeachment and made a woman who was undeniably in a very sad position come off as annoying). I find it pretty demeaning that people basically say "give her a pass, she's fat". Beanie's weight should never be mocked or made fun of, but it also doesn't mean that she deserves a role more than a skinny person who's more talented than her, ya know?

The reality is that Beanie got the role because the show was built around her--likely because her connections financially boosted it. There are much more talented Jewish actresses (and, I imagine, fat and queer Jewish actresses) who could have done this role. She got the role not because she worked as hard as the vast majority of girls on the come up in theater, but because she was connected. She didn't have the voice necessary for this role. I don't know if any amount of training could've forced that--but I have heard that she didn't train as much as some would've liked, and tbh? The fact that she's missed somewhere around 40 shows makes me feel like that's true. COVID is of course one thing, but I tend to feel like she just wasn't liking the reviews she was getting. And she shouldn't have.

The reality is that getting bad reviews isn't being bullied. Many performers have received worse and have gone on with the show until it closed. Beanie couldn't hack it, and regardless of who was going to replace her I'd be glad to see her replaced because like... I won't pretend to be a Broadway expert but I do love it, and I also won't pretend that Beanie is the only person on Broadway who's benefited from nepotism... Benefiting from nepotism doesn't even make me dislike you--if you can follow the nepotism with talent.

She couldn't. I don't feel bad for her. You're right--being a good singer isn't enough for Funny Girl. She'll be fine. As a former prime minister recently said, them's the breaks.

I just honestly wish that someone who was genuinely able to single this role had been cast from the start, ya know? I've heard her understudy sing--she sounds really good! If she'd been it from the beginning, presented as "the next big thing"... Maybe the show could've done well. Because Beanie was so poorly reviewed and the buzz began about her constantly calling out, ticket sales dropped. So they have to turn around an expensive show that's flopping, which means stunt casting Lea Michele.

Like, don't get me wrong--I hate Lea as a person. She's talented as hell; I don't have to like you to be fair. And she will most likely bring the house down with those songs. But she is a shitty person, and of course none of us want to see shitty people get what they want; but stunt casting a controversial woman with the kind of narrative related to Barbra and Funny Girl that Lea has was the best financial call, because people will likely buy tickets just to see the drama... knowing that they will also see someone sing her ass off. The best way of avoiding this? Would've been casting a Broadway girl who could sing the role in the first place. I don't know that a post-scandal Lea could've played Fanny Brice... if not for Beanie being disastrously cast from the jump.

Anyway, when Ryan Murphy spins this in 10 years I will be READY AND WAITING.

[threenorth]

Pretty easy actually...(today's music ish one)

Today I woke up, called you, got my favorite voice mail system.

Had a coffee and an apple and bake beans with toast, did some job searching then mom's freind stopped by as her mom was due to pass away and just wanted some council I guess, I told her I was sorry about her news and tried to offer some advice about living with someone passing on.

Looked at few roles called a recruitment agency about a real shitty sales role but it's in Melbourne, they didn't pick up not a surprise to be honest.

Played a little minecraft, went to the end city to try find an eltra.

Had a vegan burger, for dinner.

And that was most of the day... Now I'm in bed thinking about you...

Messages,

Weezer wasn't really played on our first date, but I'd say our second date would be radiohead on the roof, looking at the stars. But Vance Joy weirdly, I think maybe yesterday at the pools was I herd a Vance joy song the other day and went haven't herd him in awhile but it was riptide, not particularly my favourite but an interesting concept I suppose.

I wonder if our kids will have your hair and my eyes or just a mix of both, at some point mom said something as a joke that if I marry a blonde my kids might get dad's red hair, and years later both me and cam have red facial hair but my beard is very multicolored like my eyes.

But I wouldn't care so much how they look, it's not for me to play magic lottery for what would be nice or cute as I'd love them all the same. I'm more worried about their genes, seeing at this stage, skinny and lean beans, tall as heck. As suposedly 4 inches on average then their moms and I assume going into surfing as we're laknky.. Well I am still but you're still pretty lean compared to my cousins...

This doesn't sound like you, but you want me to want you? I've wanted you for awhile, I'm sure you are the same but and I'm happy to wait as long as I must... For reasons it be, but hopefully soon I'll be back state side... Well I mean to Colorado seeing my next trip is going to be a yawn in sebria Ohio....I'm looking forward though to trying the new vegan products I saw on Netflix if they are in the local specialty supermarket called mustard seed.

Not a day goes by, well for me almost everytime I check my phone your there too. You look so cute I'll warn you, that I could bite your lip all night but now, we have more fun things to do.

You didn't do anything wrong, I'll take all the blame, as it was I who ruined things because I asked you not to speak to me, I've said this, again I was mid mental breakdown and thought it would of protected you but you saw right through me...it was kind of beuiutful but also painful as I guess I got what I asked for... Both the good you, and the bad, the not so much talking to me...

You have always been enough for me, just hard with jobs.. Money.. Debt... Life gets crazy doesn't it... It's not really stopped and if anything sometimes I feel it's getting worse with this redundancy...

We can't change yesterdays but everyday is beuiutful new start, and that's about living presently... I'm doing alright but I'm getting quite tired of my mental health of nightmares being pretty weird and ruining my energy levels...

Waiting, paitence is quite difficult for someone with adhd, but for you I'll wait...but for you, I know youve waited awhile... And your welcome back anytime you want... I just hope soon I'll have money again and maybe eventually a house to call our own...

I don't know if this was for me but I'm currently in Auckland, boring and I'm okay I guess just not great... Job searching not as fun as you think...

And trying to get a promption or a better job it's just a pain... I'd say I'm doing okay but not great...

Anyway...

Have a great Monday, I hope you still have sometime off work or take some time for you, like tubing is fun if you can't ski or snow board because of your disability but remember to stay safe.

I miss you.

Thinking about you,

Hopefully I'll see you in my dreams again but don't feel bad if your not because everyday with you is a dream.

XO

R

P.S

I thought you might laugh but, I keep swear I see tall woman and I'm like that's how tall you are and think how nice it will be to kiss you and see into those beautiful hazel eyes, but I feel bad for the woman I'm staring at in a day dream while they must be thinking who knows what... But I'm not actually thinking about them... Just you. Especially tall blondes with hazel eyes, those are like all coming to me, it's like the universe is sending me clones of you, I might have to call in attack of the clones.

Oh and today's image it's a Spoiler below, I actually got them fairly easily.

That's...

Kanas

Kiss

Eagles

Journey

Boston

Yknow my hand writing is bad and Math isn't really my strong suit but this next one for Tommrow's....seems easier.

12:47am

[fifthvsixth-blog]

I am wasted. In full Adam Sandler eating pickles out the jar in public, I don't give a fuck mode. I'm unkept. I'm a little dirty. Like I said, drrrunk. I'm home, people are over. I'm comfy and don't care. When people invite others over, I usually don't care. Don't even bother me to ask. If you can vouch for them, I'm good.

Someone brought over "B". I think his name is Brian, but to me he's "the fray". Can't explain it, but that's how I save his name in my phone. We hang out, I'm a fun drunk. I'm a little louder than usual, but I keep my wits about me pretty well. I like this one. He's cute and funny. I keep touching his arm because it's skinny but strong. He seems skinny but strong, and not in an obtuse way. More like, he's active, uses his body to get shit done. My kinda shit. We hang out. Hard. Talk all night until his friends take him, he's from out of town and has to go.

I'm at an event. This is a nice event, my friends get us in spitting distance of an orchestra. There's infinity pools up around the balconies and the place is illuminated from no particular source. It's gorgeous. We're all looking good. I'm in cute sandals because I usually don't do heels, but the ground is a bit wet so my ass is seated. Sandals do not have traction footing. I'm in awe of the music. I get goosebumps when they start to play. They call for "silence" from this balcony audience.. some of my friends are highly improper and untrained animals. It's embarrassing, but I silently laugh too. The moments pass. I'm in love. I love music, I'm entranced. My friends get up and start to mingle, I'm just watching the conductor and musicians. Suddenly, he's just there. Seated on the grass in front of me, little to the left. I grab my phone and immediately text him. "Are you free after this?" Before I get a response, before I look up from my phone, he says "Well you certainly look a lot different." We start walking around, I'm acting shy. I'm very glad I did my hair and put on my favorite perfume and got my nails done. I like him seeing this side of me. I'm sure it's quite a shock. He's here to shoot the orchestra, but also has to get some pictures taken. He looks at me, he's blushing. He pulls me in to a hug, and I don't let go. My arms are around his neck, I'm tall but it's still a stretch. Now I'm in this hug for too long, and it's awkward if I don't make a move. I pull my face back just enough to kiss him. He pulls me so tight into him that we crash a bit into the wall behind him. When we finally let go, it's bliss. It also just feels normal. Like we had always kissed. I go to start walking down the steps but my slippery sandals betray me. He grabs me by the waist before I fall. I turn and smile at him, but he says "Don't smile at me like that until we're both on solid ground please".

#my dreams #thefray #fantasy

[survey--s]

684.

1 - Who was the last person to knock on your door? Were they there to see you?  A delivery driver - she had a parcel for my husband.

2 - Have you left the house yet today? If not, do you have plans to leave the house later on?  We're pretty much snowed in but I've been in the garden to play with Archie a few times. It's so surreal. We have about a foot of snow outside and all the roads in/out of our town are totally blocked off.

3 - What’s your favourite brand of chocolate? What type of chocolate bar from that brand is your favourite?  Lindt or Milka. I like the red Lindt bars or the plain Milka. I used to love the strawberry one but you can't really find it here very easily.

4 - Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Yeah, my husband and a few others too - both friends and dates. I have no plans for that anytime soon, though.

5 - What was the last thing you used a blender for?  Either to make soup or a smoothie.

6 - Have you ever got into an argument with a stranger on social media? Do you remember what it was about?  I like to call them healthy debates lol. And probably all sorts of things, to be honest. It's an easy way to pass the time.

7 - When was the last time you cracked your joints? Is that something you do often?  Just now, and yeah, multiple times a day.

8 - What time is it right now? If you weren’t doing a survey, what else would you be doing right now?  It's 5.40pm and well, not much as we're snowed in and there's nowhere to go and nothing to do. It's also pitch black outside.

9 - If you had ten minutes to run around an empty supermarket and fill your trolley for free, what’s the first aisle you’d go for?  Anything long-lasting - probably soft drinks, toiletries, canned goods.

10 - Aside from Tumblr, what websites do you visit the most and why?  Facebook - just because, I guess.

11 - Has COVID had any impact on your Christmas plans this year? What’s going to change or be different to normal?  No, COVID isn't really a "thing" anymore. I mean, I know it still exists but everyone just treats it as another winter bug rather than anything that needs to have separate rules.

12 - What’s your favourite flavour of cake? Are you any good at making that kind of cake?  Carrot cake, coffee & walnut or Victoria Sponge. I can bake but I don't really enjoy it as it creates loads of mess and washing up lol.

13 - Do you prefer sweet or sour candy? Sour.

14 - What colour is your favourite fruit? Is this a fruit you eat often?  Pink and not really, as they're so expensive. I do buy frozen raspberries sometimes but they don't taste the same.

15 - Is your favourite restaurant an independent place or a chain? What is it that you love about it so much?  They're all independent places. I just love the food I guess, and the atmosphere and service.

16 - Are you genuinely a fan of Starbucks or do you think it’s all hype?  I like it. We don't have one anywhere near us, though.

17 - Do you own a Christmas jumper? What design/pattern does it have on it?  Yeah, one has penguins and the other has beagles in Christmas hats.

18 - What’s your favourite fit/style of jeans?  Dark skinny jeans.

19 - What was the last non-essential item you spent money on?  Candles.

20 - Are you currently under any COVID-related restrictions where you live? Are people generally following the rules?  No, there haven't been any restrictions here for over two years now.

21 - What did you last leave the room you’re in to do?  To go for a wee and to check the weather. It's still bloody snowing.

22 - Have you ever read any self-help books? Did you find them useful?  No, they're not really my cup of tea.

23 - What’s your favourite programme on the Food Network (if you watch it)? If you don’t get that channel, what’s your favourite food/cookery show in general?  Restaurant Impossible but only the early seasons. I'm not really a fan of the later ones for some reason. I also like Worst Cooks in America but I'm not sure what network that is.

24 - Do you still watch cartoons?  I watch The Simpsons but again, early seasons only.

25 - Who do you know with the most number of siblings? Would you ever want to live in a huge family?  Both my parents were one of six and Mike was one of five. Personally I always wanted a brother but I'm happy enough as an only child. I find the idea of big family gatherings really stressful, haha.

26 - Are you a fan of garlic bread? YES. I’m just a huge fan of garlic generally. <–Same. I put it in everything. <--- haha, yep.

27 - Do you own any personalized clothing? What’s the reason for getting it?  Nope.

28 - Is anyone else in the same room as you right now? What is that person up to?  No, Mike is upstairs watching a movie with Toby. The dog is asleep next to me and the other cats are in the box by the radiator.

29 - What colours are you wearing right now? Does your wardrobe contain a lot of those colours?  Grey, black, red and cream and yes, I guess so!

30 - Do you like adding condiments to your food? If so, what are some of your favourites?  Yeah - I don't have a favourite as it depends what food I'm eating.

#survey #surveys