#body-shaming

[candywife333]

Sneak Peek

Hey guys! Here is a quick look at a work I will be releasing very soon. Still haven't decided if its a trilogy or a whole Drabble series, but will let you guys know soon. It’s a meta, sort of fourth wall breaking type of fic. Hope you guys enjoy it when it comes out. 

Why can’t these freaking sex bots on Tumblr leave me alone, I swear like can’t a girl just catch a damn break? No, peaches24345, I don’t want to see your damn booty cheeks, please keep them to yourself. Writing fanfics was a wonderful way for me to escape the chaos of daily life.

 I just had to finish my marketing degree because I had applied an internship spot at HYBE that I had been salivating over for so long. As I clicked on one of my drafts to update one of the upcoming fics, I was startled by a phone call form an unknown number. I clicked speak, “Hello, who is this”? The voice at the other end of the phone replied, “Hello Y/N, this is the foreign employment coordinator at HYBE. You have been selected to intern with us for 6 months in our Marketing department. Congratulations!”. I responded in an even tone, “Thank you so much. I can’t wait to come over. Once again thank you for the opportunity.”

As I was about to end the call, she said, “Y/N, just so you know one of the members of BTS played an active part in vouching for your selection.” I felt trepidation rise in me. THE HELL WAS GOING ON OVER HERE? A MEMBER OF BTS? SCOUTING FOR ME? “Oh, um who could it be? I don’t know anyone personally in your company”, I replied in a trembling voice. She replied smoothly, “Well, you will find out who he is when you get here. He is a pretty big fan of your writing”.

All of the blood rushed out of my face, as I got ready to bawl. The only fics I ever wrote were smut. And one of them had gotten to know about it. The last thing I wanted to do was meet the person the fic was about.

I thoroughly fucked myself over. I slapped myself across the face. What the hell have I gotten myself into?!!!!?!

[indizombie]

There is the obvious and virulent form of this unclepan you find on the internet and WhatsApp groups—propelling misinformation, trolling feminist handles, frothing about love jihaad, body-shaming and victim-blaming. Uncouth uncles openly complain about how women dress at schools or in workplaces, empathising with #MeToo offenders, revealing their highly sexed way of tackling the female body that holds public space, demonstrating their innate resentment of the hard-won freedom of many salaried women to escape unfulfilling marriages (and bad sex) as a means of securing a living. But these online uncles are easy targets. My conversations on workplace politics offer a more complex and nuanced picture of the unhelpful uncle. The men that drew maximum ire from the women I interviewed were not right-wing WhatsApp uncles. Instead, I heard multiple stories about how self-professed liberal uncles, often beta-men, could inflict chronic damage on a woman’s career and confidence. Navigating and complaining about a clear and clumsy display of bias is far more straightforward—although onerous—than its subtle and sophisticated form.

Sharanya Bhattacharya, ‘The tyranny of the Indian uncle’, Mint

[thebeccagramchronicles]

Body shaming and body honesty. The ultimate thin line.

Body shaming is a topic that has gained significant attention in recent years. It is important to recognize and embrace the fact that everybody is unique, and there is no one-size-fits-all standard of beauty. However, navigating the thin line between body shaming and body honesty can be challenging. We must learn to address health issues without being accused off body-shaming as well. Just…

[kawaiimunism]

body-shaming enthusiasts in the notes might want to consider the company you keep 🤷‍♀️

[genderkoolaid]

btw the term "women's health" to discuss uterine care/menstruation isnt just transphobic, it also keeps up this aggravating idea that the uterus & menstruation are obscene and impolite and need to be kept hidden under flowery vague terms as to not offend any cis men. like trans people demanding the end of gendered language around this stuff aren't just helping trans people, its also just good to normalize calling tampons and pads "menstrual supplies" because thats what they fucking are!!! we should say the words uterus vagina menstruation and we should do it in public and in stores instead of talking about ~women's needs~ and ~feminine care~. trans liberation is fundamental to women's liberation and anti-patriarchal action in general. listening to trans men & people isn't bad for women its good for literally everyone

[hellyeahscarleteen]

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[tapeworrmart]

Guilt ⛓️

[kyouka-supremacy]

Finally cracked what was going through their minds in these panels

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[ayamemes]

i wish hairy senshi was more common to see because he is SO attractive

THIS IS GOOD TOO i just like my men hairy💔

[1eos]

'tumblr is full of 14 year olds' wrong tumblr is full of 24 year olds who just don't do anything. and that's okay

[dingledraw]

Try and shame Aziraphale about their body or their enjoyment of food and Crowley will eat you (◡‿◡✿)

[demaparbat-hp]

On your most recent From the Couch post... is that a dragon tattoo I see poking out of Zuko's collar? ...................may we see more of it?

You may see all of it.

[zegalba]

Ryuko Tsushin: 'Shame' (1993)

scans 

[mooingmaddie]

can we see how you looked at the beginning of the year versus now?

These pictures are a year apart, almost to the day 😳

[silusvesuius]

baby👶 drawings. these are very dear to me rn.. 2nd pic is my Nelavis with @barvin0k's Varonur 🩵 last one is a baby bosmer and snow elf, hairiest of them all. although the bosmer was meant to be my girl Barletta too lols