#cw body shame

[liberhoe]

there’s something so shameful abt shopping for fancy underwear as an afab person. I’ve never felt more undesirable or unattractive or horrible.

Women are made to feel ashamed of their bodies and it’s awful to constantly feel like a whore bc im looking thru lacy things. To feel like the only reason i would have to want to buy something fancy is if it’s to be looked at.

Tried some stuff on and nothing fit and i couldn’t fucking look at myself in the mirror. I saw folds and fat lumps and i just.

i hate it

[dingledraw]

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

[moiraupdates]

Leyendecker redraw featuring moira (ofc) and my hcs for her body

[abnormalpsychology]

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

[nqueso-emergency]

I wanted to make sure everyone saw this. Bestie Boos are now bullying a BT fan for the tattoo she got. They really get off on cruelty don't they?

https://www.tumblr.com/secretagentboob/765530093591396352/the-bestie-boos-must-be-checking-the-oliver-stark

Further proof that this shit has gone too far. I know a certain tiktok star that got a tattoo for the show, it's a thing people do. And guess what? It's their choice! Their body!

Bodyshaming is fucking gross and I don't like that shit. I know some people here have said things about others, and it's my fault I didn't address it or I completely missed it. Notifications are crazy here.

So, I'm addressing this NOW. Do not comment on ANYONE'S appearance here on my blog.

[winepresswrath]

Armand's simpering little "and I never have" has taken on new dimensions for me. Technicality king and also I think very in keeping with his whole malign fairy creature deal. You can tell him not to hurt the bae, but you should really specify what "hurt" entails. Is chopping someone's hands off really hurting them? If they have annoyed you very much I mean.

-questions Armand might pose to Lestat that inspire him to leave the country

[welcome-leon]

so literally all it takes is some people being interested an idea I have and BOOM creative brain activated

anyway here’s my rushed concept of Piers’ prosthetic with the C-Virus regeneration! I like to think that the virus kind of grew over it but never had need to cover it completely, following the shape of the arm as it tried to ‘regrow’ and eventually settling on something more or less like an arm. there are some nerves, blood vessels, and bits of muscle in there, but the prosthetic mostly moves from the latent electricity that he developed with his first mutation. the prosthetic itself includes his arm, shoulder, and part of his ribcage, and while it’s extremely responsive to his brain signals (even more so with the help of the virus) it’s still not as functional or dexterous as his human arm, so there are many things he needed to learn to do left-handed. he has very limited touch sensation over the whole area and only where the skin grows, and the skin is prone to extreme irritation and itchiness due to the strange flexing of the metal beneath.

I have other HCs but this is the gist ���� glad my idea may have inspired some people, with any luck I might do a better concept one day 👀

[catboybiologist]

you're pudgy as fuck 🤣 your have a beer gut. very male of you.

might i suggest putting the fork down and hopping on a fucking treadmill, lardass?

I've actually been trying to put on some more weight recently to prepare for the ~5 backpacking trips I have lined up for this summer, so thanks for noticing 😊

Remember to eat well for y'all's nutrition, energy, and transition! If you do have physical exercise goals, remember that you gotta eat to have the energy for them!

[dragonsdendoodles]

Dunno if this has been mentioned, but can we talk about (in A Map of Days) Enoch teasing Horace about gaining weight when he complains about the sodium content in pizza?? 😭

So that scene is... weird. To me. Because that part specifically I don't particularly know how to feel about, but the scene itself is my favorite scene in the whole series.

Talk of whatever the fuck was going on in this bit below the cut. Trigger warnings in the tags. (This one is long. There's a TLDR at the bottom.)

This is also a pretty tricky subject, so if I say something stupid, please please please correct me.

Before anything else: a very common interpretation of this scene is that it's hinting at Horace having an eating disorder. I am not here to tell you that interpretation is invalid, because it's not. It was not my interpretation, but it makes complete sense to me. I am not the right person to talk about that interpretation because while I do experience body dysmorphia and dysphoria, I have never had an eating disorder. So I'm not gonna do that.

My personal interpretation of this scene was that Horace is a picky eater and also has body issues and/or body dysmorphia, because those are both things I can relate to. That has always been my interpretation, and after several rereads that's what makes the most sense to me personally. I could be wrong. This is entirely my own interpretation and opinion.

Completely literally, this is what the full conversation tells the reader, before it's brought around to Millard being sent out for the second half of what we want to joke about:

Claire likes pizza.

Horace does not. He picks at it, commenting on the sodium content.

Enoch jokes that Horace doesn't want to get fat and laughs at the mental image.

Horace corrects him, claiming it's more about his clothes, then insults what Enoch's wearing, comparing his clothes to flour sacks.

Enoch specifies where he got his clothes in an effort to dispute Horace's point.

Claire further specifies Enoch's clothes came from a corpse.

Enoch makes a joke about getting clothes at funeral parlors.

Horace loses his appetite at Enoch's comment.

Miss Peregrine scolds Horace for not finishing his food. Horace reluctantly complies.

Horace expresses jealousy over Millard's peculiarity, stating that he could gain as much weight as he wanted without anyone noticing.

Millard clarifies that he's actually decently skinny.

The conversation moves on to Millard's lack of clothes.

If we go over it point by point and dig a little more into it, we get a few more details, which I think are relevant for the most part, so that's what I'm gonna do.

Claire likes pizza. Not particularly important to the scene other than starting it, but a cute detail nonetheless. We love cute details about Claire.

Horace does not. He picks at it, commenting on the sodium content. Horace does not like pizza and Horace does not like olives. (Agreed on the pizza point, but I will gladly take those olives if you don't want them, Horace.) The big thing here is that "There's more sodium in this than in the whole Dead Sea" comment, which isn't a concern someone his age should be having.

Enoch jokes that Horace doesn't want to get fat and laughs at the mental image. The problem child of the scene, because that's a really mean joke to make about someone, Enoch. Thus far the sodium comment makes it debatable how affected Horace would be about it, but still, not cool, man.

Horace corrects him, claiming it's more about his clothes, then insults what Enoch's wearing, comparing his clothes to flour sacks. This is the interesting part to me, because in seemingly trying to return Enoch's rude joke, Horace somewhat confirms that Enoch hit close enough to home to get under his skin. The specific line in question is, "That I'll bloat. My clothes are tailored just so, unlike the flour sacks you wear," which brings up another thing--these books have a habit of finding ways to call Enoch fat. Occasionally it'll be through deliberately calling something about him pudgy, and more often than not it's through stereotyping (you have twelve important characters and you picked the one established fat kid to be the one constantly talking about and stealing food? Really? Olive or Horace would've worked just as well, but whatever,) but this is one of the only times it comes from another character's mouth. This isn't just a comment, this is deflection. Horace is hurt by Enoch's comment, so he takes the first opportunity he gets to turn it back on him. This is deliberate. (We'll touch on this and the last point again later.)

Enoch specifies where he got his clothes in an effort to dispute Horace's point. He's focusing on the "flour sack" comment, not the implications of it or anything else about what Horace just said. It's just Enoch being Enoch and responding to Horace taking his bait. It reminds me of the scene in MPHFPC where Horace and Enoch suggest gross things for dinner to tease Olive and Claire. (Which I can confirm was them, but that's a different post.)

Claire further specifies Enoch's clothes came from a corpse. Again not super relevant, but not uncommon, fun fact. During the French Revolution when someone died they would immediately start taking the clothes off of them because I mean they're dead, they don't need it anymore. Just something I think is cool.

Enoch makes a joke about getting clothes at funeral parlors. Back to my MPHFPC point, Enoch has been established to be willing to say things just to freak people out. Just because Horace did it with him does not make him immune to it.

Horace loses his appetite at Enoch's comment. Reasonable reaction. I don't want to hear about leaking corpses when I'm already being forced to eat something I don't particularly enjoy. Like pizza.

Miss Peregrine scolds Horace for not finishing his food. Horace reluctantly complies. Classic parent move. It does suggest that the previous conversation isn't very concerning to her, because if it was she'd have said something during it, and she isn't someone who would hear that about one of her kids and just not care if it was something bad. Personally this lowers my concern level a bit, but I also like Miss Peregrine a lot more than other people I've talked to about this, so take that with what you will.

Horace expresses jealousy over Millard's peculiarity, stating that he could gain as much weight as he wanted without anyone noticing. The other concerning comment Horace makes. It all but confirms he is struggling with body image issues of some kind, though we don't know how severe they are. It confirms that Horace's reply to Enoch wasn't just about his clothes, and that if Enoch didn't hit the nail on the head he came pretty close.

Millard clarifies that he's actually decently skinny. This is something we kind of already knew, it just clarifies Millard's body type a bit more. In MPHFPC when he faints Enoch says it's because he "ain't as fit as he pretends to be," so now we have a little bit of detail on that. Regardless, I don't think it particularly helped the situation, but that's unfortunately a theme for Millard in this book.

The conversation moves on to Millard's lack of clothes.

Essentially, the big things we learn from this conversation are that Horace is insecure about his body and that he will tolerate Enoch poking fun at him about it.

The whole conversation, at least Enoch and Horace's contributions to it, revolve around their insecurities or lack thereof. Horace all but confirms he has body issues, and Enoch could honestly go either way: he doesn't react at all to Horace's jab back at him, he only focuses on the insult about his clothes. Enoch could not care how his body looks at all, or he could have avoided responding because Horace's comment had the same effect that his had. We can't tell from that alone, but I'm leaning towards the first option, because in the same book Horace comments on Olive eating a lot and Enoch jokes about her gaining weight as well. (Olive doesn't respond, Olive doesn't care.) His comment to Olive is more lighthearted than this, which I don't think it would be if it were also an insecurity of his.

The reason my feelings are conflicted about this scene is the way Horace and Enoch talk during it. This is played as a joke, it's very obviously meant to be comedic banter between two characters who are known to take shots at each other for the sake of comedy. That's all well and good, but this scene also proves that Enoch touched a decently sensitive nerve here, and Horace doesn't respond particularly uncomfortably. Yes, he deflects, but it reads as if they can only have this conversation because of how comfortable they are with each other. Horace avoids situations that make him uncomfortable, so if he was hurt too badly by Enoch joking about his body issues he'd have shut the conversation down instead of biting back. Enoch is also established in nearly all of the books to care very deeply about his loopmates and their feelings--if he genuinely hurt Horace, he'd have stopped completely, as shown with Bronwyn about Victor in MPHFPC. They've also known each other for what is implied to be nearly if not the whole time the initial Cairnholm loop was open, after seventy years being as close as they are shown to be they would know each others' insecurities. Enoch's significantly more likely to test Horace's limits, but he's absolutely smart enough to know what buttons he can and cannot push: look at the fight he has with Jacob at the end of AMOD. He cuts pretty deep at the end there, but had he not known (or cared) about Jacob's issues with Abe, he'd have said a lot more than, "You're not Abe, so stop trying to be," and he'd have said it a lot sooner.

It's a conversation that flows somewhat naturally and is portrayed a lot lighter than most people would take it, and arguably lighter than it probably should be. The way it reads to me is similar to how my boyfriend and I would talk and joke about our own insecurities, which leads me to believe they can only do this because they know they both know the boundaries. No boundaries appear to have been crossed here from both of their reactions, and this scene is all but forgotten when it's over. If anything this solidifies to me that the narrative wants us to interpret them as very close if not best friends, because a conversation like this wouldn't have happened otherwise. Horace doesn't let random people bully him. He threatened to bite someone, remember. He threatened to hit Jacob once too.

Personally, their exchange is far from a normal conversation, but I think that's the point. Narratively speaking, Enoch and Horace's friendship is fucking weird--you tell me why the nervous yet arrogant neat freak spends most of his time with the jerkwad who probably doesn't shower unless he's forced to and frequently bullies him. Their entire dynamic revolves around lovingly picking on your best friend. The whole point of this conversation is to strengthen that idea in the reader's mind, that they're close enough to be able to take these shots at each other without worrying they're going to hurt the other. Yes, Horace is implied to have gotten hurt, but at most it's only slightly. He doesn't react too much to it other than making a couple of concerning comments about his own image, which are pretty much immediately moved on from because at the end of the day it's really not all that important.

TLDR: It's a weird conversation about a touchy subject that is promptly forgotten about afterwards, which implies neither Horace nor Enoch think it's too big of a deal. Ultimately, it doesn't matter to anything other than giving us insight into Horace's character and Enoch and Horace's weird-ass friendship. It's not a comfortable conversation for anyone except them, and I'm pretty sure that's the whole point. The whole scene overall is still my favorite in the series, because I think it sets up what AMOD's going to be pretty nicely and my juvenile sense of humor means Enoch's singular allotted dick joke was a lot funnier than it probably should've been to me. (Sorry, Millard.)

[laura1633]

https://x.com/v3rlec/status/1809608266906849484?s=46&t=3e2toYgz4OQizoY64VDhKQ

Laura look at that damn JAW.

(Also, they’re body shaming him on Twitter again.)

He's got such a sexy strong jawline but then the most beautiful soft lips and pretty eyes 🥵🥵

(That is why I ignore pretty much everything I ever see on Twitter!! People say negative things for the sake of it.)

[mintflavouredwhump]

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

[angrelysimpping]

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

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

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

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

You watch, stunned at the situation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"'Cause I said so."

"I could go first," Robin offers.

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

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

You clench involuntarily at the sight. 

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

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

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

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

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

"You're up, loser."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kissable. 

Robin's cock was kissable. 

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

"Says the guy with a midget dick."

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

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

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

Goddamnit.

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

“Like what you see?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can’t decide (+/-?)

[tigressisamess]

my younger sister calls me slurs, tells me how fucking ugly i am, how fucking stupid and dumb i am, then fat and skinny shaming me at the same time and makes fun of me and laughs at me like im sime freak. and no one bats an eye. plus then she acts like she didn't say allat. just kms honestly

[lordgrimwing]

Side Character Fluff #03

[for @silvergiftingweek, Day 1: Beginnings]

Annatar wasn't known for his collaborations. His clothing line, Tol-Ainö, stood alone, masterful and beautiful. Accessories? Wearing his name, you rarely needed any. That wasn't to say Annatar never collaborated on a project. Sometimes, on rare occasions, he had an idea for something that required another artist. 

“Annatar,” his personal assistant said, sticking their head into his drafting room. “He's here.”

Annatar looked up from his patterns. His assistant looked at him through thin glasses. They were willow tall and thin, an uninspired mix of elf and human, the kind of person who could model for one of those sleek, modern summer-wear lines. They did, in fact, until Annatar snatched them up, keenly sensing  they were more than just a pretty body. He was right, of course, but being pretty didn't hurt.

“Good,” he said, straightening up. “Take him to my office.”

His office was tastefully comfortable. None of this modern minimalism nonsense. He waited a few minutes before following. He liked to see how other artists responded to his office. A litmus test, of sorts.

He stopped by his assistant's desk, picking up the packet of draft papers filled with thoughts. 

“I put on a pot for tea,” his assistant said.

Annatar nodded and entered the office.

Mannequins lined the room, displaying some of his favorite mockups and runway ideas. The walls were artfully covered with sketches of gowns and suits and outfits that had no practical purpose beyond pushing textiles to an extreme. Instead of a desk and armchairs for entertaining guests and patrons, tasseled pillows sat on the plush rug, inviting guests to sit or recline while imagining with him. He had eyes for none of that. 

To the left of the room, inspecting the paper thin corset on a mannequin, stood an elf.

He was facing away from the door and Annatar had a clear view of two lines of sleek black braids. Painted wood and metal beads accented the long hair. His attire was nothing impressive but they fit the person: a jeweler from a small town who wasn't quite used to being known by the larger world, comfortable in his clothes and unembarrassed by his waistline.

“Hello, Celebrimbor,” Annatar said.

Celebrimbor turned around, an easy smile on his soft face. “Hello, you must be Annatar.”

Annatar's smile was more reserved. Celebrimbor was… an interesting elf.

If there’s one thing he liked, it’s interesting things.

[fictionkinfessions]

(Self-centered vent ahead, lol)

Ugh, honestly... Why can't it be seen as normal to embody your kintype, go by your kin's name or something based on it, and to openly tell people who you are? I just want to be myself. At this point, it hurts pretending to be anyone else...

I know some cosplayers get away with it. They might get known as "THE (character) Cosplayer," and it's cute and quirky for the to say they're that character IRL. But... That's just attractive people. Attractive people can be as obsessive and "weird" about their interests as they want.

If someone like me, with a non-conventionally-attractive body and an unappealing face, dresses like a "character" all the time, and tells people I'm Gumi IRL, that's not okay. Suddenly, that's cringey. Suddenly, I'm gross, and weird, and people will assume I'm a creep or a bad person for no reason.

Sorry. I know I wallow in my own self pity too often.

I guess I should try and get some more kin friends to hang out with. They might accept that behavior more. Even so, I still feel like even they would accept a prettier Gumi more than me...

I hate sending asks I think antikin would love. "Look how obsessed they are! This is proof they all have a problem!" Whatever, they don't know anything about me. I don't want to make us look bad, but they take everything we say in bad faith anyway... My problems are completely unrelated to my kintypes, lol.

-Gumi Megpoid

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[crystalsandbubbletea]

Things RWDE people need to accept:

(TW: Suicide threats, body shaming, racism, ableism, ableist language, queerphobia)

Bmblb wasn't "Rushed", the evidence was there since Volume 1

LGBTQIA+ being in RWBY isn't a "plot hole"

Jaune isn't a "self-insert", Jaune acts nothing like Miles Luna, the accusations also made Miles uncomfortable to the point he doesn't feel comfortable writing any of Jaune's actions and dialogue

Celebrating people losing their jobs isn't a good thing (I saw y'all celebrating Rooster Teeth employees losing their jobs. Would you do the same if it was a loved one who lost a job?)

Telling people to kill themselves over a fandom isn't acceptable

Shaming POC RWBY fans and calling them racist slurs isn't acceptable, whitewashing POC characters also isn't acceptable

Calling RWBY fans the r-slur isn't acceptable

Calling RWBY fans ableist slurs isn't acceptable

Body shaming RWBY fans isn't acceptable

Telling RWBY fans they're 'delusional' isn't acceptable

Calling RWBY fans queerphobic slurs isn't acceptable

Hating people for being in a fandom isn't okay

It isn't RWBY fans who are toxic, it's y'all.

Sincerely,

-A neurodivergent queer Indigenous American RWBY fan