#cw bodyshaming

[toxycodone]

Jimmy who teases his crewmate about being chubby but he secretly gets off to it- and also seeing how u get red and embarrassed and look like ur about to cry

It literally all comes from his jealousy of not being able to eat well like. He’s jealous that Curly’s built and wealthy enough to “afford hobbies”. So of fucking course he’s just delighted to pick on you. It makes him feel better when he can put someone down.

But then he sees you embarrassed? And crying? And that just makes him WIRED. At this point he doesn’t give a shit about your looks he’s just finding reasons to pick on you bc you’re cute when you cry and look all pathetic…

[crystalsandbubbletea]

TW: Bodyshaming

Not me remembering that I was just trying to wash my hands in the restroom during school and then these two girls oinked at me :/

[chelledoggo]

call me crazy but i feel like we need to de-normalize making fun of peoples' physical appearances even if they're genuinely horrible people.

i'll admit i've found myself starting to slip into that mindset when unflattering photos of certain people in the white house come up, but i'm doing my best to unlearn it.

that's not to say we shouldn't clown on terrible human beings, but there's plenty of legitimate things to clown on them for, like their backwards-ass beliefs or their childish tantrum behavior. let's not grasp at low hanging fruit.

the features that many might find "ugly" in these people are also present in normal, innocent people who will likely be hurt by this, even if it wasn't your intent.

remember:

[magg0t-king]

Hey guys! You guys wanna talk shit to some goofy ass dude who's been doxxing my oldest sisters friend(plz say yes cuz she's awesome as shizzle)

While I don't usually support bullying, this guy deserves it.

Bros the worst of things: homophobic, transphobic, and a ton of other stuff

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-Anywaysssss this guy(who's dumb as hell) has been doxxing by oldest sisters friend, Summer. Like sharing her IP address, her life stuff, location, damn near everything! All because she supports the LGBTQ+ (I'm being dead serious). Everytime she'd report him and block him, he'd make yet another account! Hes been body shaming her too on her twitch, and she doesn't deserve that. She's really awesome (I've met her).

-But anywayssssssssssss, he's going to be talking shizzle about her on his stream tomorrow and if you guys can, either report him or talk shit to him:

-Before you guys nag at me for posting someone else's face pic on here, I'm putting the 'Under the cut' thing so you can choose to see his face or not-

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This is what he looks like

Insult him however you please because he's really homophobic/transphobic, he bodyshames the shit out of people, and he doxxes/stalks people.

He's done this to other people too so.... Please just talk shit to him.

[ds-angel1]

cw: toxic/controlling rafe, bodyshaming, just in gerneral rafe being mean, being drunk and high mentioned, cheating is hinted at

wc: ~ 1.2k

a/n: this was supposed to be a short drabble but it got a bit too long... (also if you´ve noticed how my posts recently are only about him taking control of my life and taking care of me in a deeply unhealthy way, no you didn´t...)

Rafe was meticulous, and deliberate in the way he shaped you, molding you, little by little, into his perfect girl. He didn’t do it overnight. No, he was too smart for that. Too calculated. He had patience, a hunter’s patience, carving away at the parts of you he didn’t like until there was nothing left but the version of you he made. His possession. A slow, insidious drip of influence that seeped into your thoughts until they no longer felt like your own.

It started small. A passing remark about your weight, so casual it almost felt like a joke. “You’re really going for seconds?” he’d sneer, eyes flicking to your plate with thinly veiled disgust. Or maybe it was your clothes. “You always wear such baggy stuff. No wonder people barely notice you.” At first, you laughed it off, forcing a smile, telling yourself he didn’t mean it like that. But over time, his words burrowed into your mind, poisoning the way you saw yourself.

One evening, he walked in while you were adjusting your oversized shirt in the mirror, frowning at the way it hung loosely around you. His reflection appeared behind yours, his lips already curled in a smirk. “You look like a shapeless mess,” he muttered, voice dripping with condescension. Before you could react, his hands slid under the fabric, fingers cold against your skin as he yanked it tight around your waist. “See? This is better. At least now you don’t look pathetic.”

His breath was hot against your neck, his grip firm, just shy of painful. You swallowed hard, pulse hammering, as he tilted his head, pressing his lips to the spot just below your ear. “You want to look good for me, don’t you?” he murmured, the question carrying the weight of something unspoken, something dangerous.

Your throat felt dry. You nodded, because what else could you do?

His smile widened. “Yeah, that´s right, baby.”

Soon, your closet was filled with fitted and cropped tops. The baggy ones disappeared, their absence barely registering until one day, you realized they were gone.

He never outright told you what to like or dislike, he simply planted the seeds of disinterest and let them grow. You were curled up on the couch, excited to watch your favorite show, when he stood up with a sigh and stretched lazily.

“Where are you going?” you asked, voice laced with concern. His timing felt… deliberate. He turned back, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. Perfect.

“Oh, I just think this show is kinda annoying,” he muttered, disappearing down the hall. You tried to keep watching, but the scene didn’t feel as funny anymore. The characters, once beloved, now seemed grating. The next time you reached for the remote, you hesitated, until, eventually, you just stopped watching altogether.

He never told you not to go out. He didn’t need to. All it took was a well-placed sigh when you mentioned plans, a tired look that made guilt coil in your stomach. “I just thought we’d spend time together tonight,” he’d murmur, rubbing the back of his neck as if he were the one making the sacrifice. And suddenly, going out felt selfish. You’d hesitate, then shoot off a quick, apologetic “maybe another time” to your friends, settling beside him instead. Another time never came. Because every time, he convinced you to stay.

He never insulted your friends. No, he simply made observations. “She’s kind of loud, don’t ya think?” he’d mention offhandedly. Or, “I don’t know… he just seems like a bad influence.” Nothing overtly cruel, just enough to make you start seeing them through his eyes. And then, without realizing it, you found yourself pulling away. Their texts went unanswered. Their calls were ignored. You told yourself you’d reach out soon. But soon never came.

At first, he thought your jealousy was cute. He’d chuckle when you crossed your arms, teasingly nudging you. “You’re adorable when you’re mad,” he’d say, kissing your forehead. But over time, his amusement faded. “You’re being dramatic,” he’d snap, rolling his eyes when you asked about the girl who was a little too friendly at the bar. His tone made you feel foolish, like a child throwing a tantrum. So, you swallowed it down. You smiled when he flirted with waitresses. You ignored the perfume that wasn’t yours lingering on his shirt. And one night, when he stumbled in late high and drunk, his hair tousled and his lips slightly swollen, you simply rolled over, pressing your face into the pillow.

He never controlled your social media, he just helped. “This picture doesn’t really flatter you,” he’d say, tilting his head as he scrolled through your posts. “This one makes you look kinda desperate for attention. I mean, you don’t want people to get the wrong idea, right?” His words slithered through your mind, wrapping around your self-esteem like a vice. You hesitated, then deleted the post. Eventually, every caption, every photo, every piece of yourself you put into the world, passed through him first.

He never told you what to wear. But, “I love it when you wear your hair up,” he’d murmur, twirling a loose strand between his fingers. And so, you started wearing it up. “You look so much more put together without all that eyeliner,” he’d muse one morning, barely even paying attention. A minute later, you had scrubbed your face clean, staring at your reflection until the girl in the mirror looked foreign.

He never told you what to eat. But whenever you reached for something indulgent, his gaze flickered over your plate, his lips pressing into a thin line. “That’s a lot of sugar,” he’d comment casually, his fork pushing around his salad. “I just worry about you, y’know?” So next time, you order a salad too.

He never got angry when you cried. He just sighed, rubbing a hand over his face like you were exhausting him. “You’re so sensitive sometimes,” he’d mumble, and suddenly, your tears felt embarrassing. So, over time, you taught yourself to blink them back, to keep your voice steady. Eventually, you stopped crying in front of him at all.

He made you feel like you were the one changing. If you ever pointed out how he used to compliment you more, he’d tilt his head. “I mean… you used to try a little harder,” he’d say, his tone light, like it was just an innocent remark. But it sank its teeth into you, gnawed at your insecurities until you found yourself overanalyzing every outfit, every stroke of makeup. Was it enough? Were you enough?

He never forbade you from talking about your feelings. But when you did, his eyes glazed over. His fingers tapped against his phone. His foot bounced impatiently. “Are we really doing this again?” he’d sigh, exasperated. And suddenly, you weren’t even sure if what you wanted to23 say was worth saying at all.

He made you feel safe. That was the worst part. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch so gentle it made your breath hitch. “I just know you better than anyone,” he’d whisper. “I know what’s best for you.” And when you hesitated before making a decision, before texting a friend, before ordering food, before wearing a certain outfit, it felt only natural to ask him first.

[toxycodone]

Jimmy who pokes your tummy and is all like “you put on a few pounds…” :/ (meanwhile he’s internally fuming bc he’s been eating like one cup ramen a day to save up for his cig habit and he’s jealous.)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Heeeeeeeey :> is it okay if I ask for nsfw and sfw hcs for laughing jack x chubby!reader? Thank you!!

Laughing Jack x chubby!reader

I'm sure I've written this before but something something I love rewriting older stuff to compare and contrast

ALSO this blog does not take nsfw requests :( if you'd like, you can message me for my nsfw blog so I can complete the other half!

Notes: reader is gn, written on mobile, not gonna lie admin projected here a little since he's plus sized

CWs: mentions of bullying/bodyshaming

Firm believer that you being heavier just means that there's more to love, and he's going to be very clear about that

Generally a hands on partner but he looooooves squishing you-- will back off if it's not something you like, though-- doesn't wanna upset his sweetheart

Realistically I can see jack cracking jokes about someone's look or insecurities especially during the context of taunting a victim buuuuuuut I also like the idea of him just

Not knowing what beauty standards are due to being in his box for...

God knows how long. Bro does NOT know how society sees plus sized folk and would think it's dumb if you ever tell him about it

Gets so so defensive and angry on your behalf if someone ever dares say something horrible about you, if he had it his way he would at minimum give them a good scare!

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

the amount of hate the actresses for azula and mai are getting in the live action atla series is disgusting especially with the way people have been sexualizing these characters despite the fact that they're pre-teens/teens. Did they expect idk cw/pretty little liars/euphoria like casting for these characters so they can sexualize them more? not to mention the body shaming, like wtf?!

Yeah, but this was pretty predictable off the bat, esp when this is an adaptation of a very beloved franchise. Fandom can be breeding places for racism and misogyny.

The bodyshaming is bad and my heart goes out to the two actresses in the Netflix production, I hope they are supported behind the scenes. Then, theres also the added racial element of Mai and Azula being East Asian girls, so the sexualization of two teenage East Asian girls just screams of racism to me as well.

- mod sodapop

[sassy1qq]

~Intruduction

pro-ed, pro-ana, pro-diet culture

this is my personal choice, not pushing anything.

Josephine, Sassy for short and online

perfectionist

31 🔄

CW: 56 kg | GW: 35/40 | BMI: 24.4

bodyshaming and fatphobia won't be tolerated unless requested (motivation)

[dyspunktional-leviathan]

Holy shit

"neckbeards" are a common facial hair pattern for people with PCOS and hirsutism and people who go on T and people who have a lot of weight on their face. It is not funny or cool or based to use physical features as a moral attack, and especially not when it's a common feature of intersex people and trans people and fat people and countless other types of people who society already mocks.

[mrsichinose]

intro, take two!~ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ 🔞

call me hachi! i'm a 27 y/o bi girl w mental problems. welcome to my 3d blog! remade so i could actually follow people >w>

wtf i'm doing: my current foray into r3striction is a k1nk thing.. i have an arrangement with 🍇 that i'll be rewarded if i lose 3 lb a week, with bonus rewards if i lose 5, and i'll be punished if i fail 3 weeks in a row. it didn't come from a place of bodyshaming my current body on either of our ends, there are other reasons this appeals to us. he wants me not to crash diet or go 4n4, but like...??? 🤨.

i am genuinely insane & have a long history of d1s0rdered 3ating prior to this as well, and i’m not on here for sexual reasons. i'm using this acc mainly to vent, as well as rb recipes or anything i personally find relatable, helpful, or inspiring. i won't post blatant fatphobia & i'll generally avoid bodyshaming & mean stuff.

emoji key: 🍇 - the man im seeing casually irl, the one i'm doing this for | 🍓 - my dom, long distance (for now) primary partner, loml, doesn't know about this | 🍊 - online fwb who knows about this & supports me losing weight but has Some Concerns, i am slightly in love w him

note: i am vehemently pro-fat & anti-diet culture. but i have silly little psychosexual issues, so i was willing to give up my sanity for horny reasons, and here i am! i think it would be lovely if everyone had a more positive relationship with food & their bodies, but i don't blame or judge anyone for not.

stats: sw: 180 | cw: 157 gw1: 149 | gw2: 144 | gw3: 130 | 🍇's ugw: 115 | my ugw: 110

tags: #hachi yaps = personal posts, #photos of takumi’s wife = selfies, #food log #recipes #tips #spo = self-explanatory

that's it, thanks for reading! give me a follow if you like~ (except minors, sorry OTL)

[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 23

Cw: unintentional bodyshaming, mentions of symptomatic pregnancy in men, prophecied infant death, bullying, implications of religion persecuting people

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @aemondx @ewanmitchellcrumbs @sweethoneyblossom1

Gif:@elena-gilbert

Being a hostage is surprisingly fun.

Apart from leaving the keep, he is quite free.

He has trained with her Queensguard, read until his eye hurt, eaten good food, had intelligent conversation with her courtiers and, best of all, had her in his bed every night.

Sure, he must be loyal to his brother and he cannot stand her brothers ---the feeling being mutual--- but he was quite content as her prisoner.

“If Teora pinches my cheek again and tells me I look like Daemon, I will tell her she looks like Vaemond.” Aemond complains to Helaena as he sits on his stool like a good boy as she presses his hair with her hot comb.

“Don’t say that, she will be sad and then Daenaera will cry and then I will cry too.” Helaena talked him out of it as of he had been serious.

“It was a joke, Hel. A bad one. It’s just annoying to wear Daemon’s old clothes. These haven’t been in fashion since we were born.” He clarifies and she nods.

“Yes, Teora said he wore that when he came to court Aunt Laena. Goodmother Alarra and Aunt Rhaenys say most men gain a few stones after marriage, Daemon was no different, I suppose.” She said as she continued doing his hair.

He snorts at her words knowing his sweet sister doesn’t understand that she just called Daemon fat.

She didn’t even understand why Aemma, and everybody had found his toast to be in bad taste.

“Daeron ate as much as me when I was with child both times, Daemon shared Rhaenyra’s morning sickness, I suspect you will too.” Helaena chatters away knowing she has a captive audience.

Marriage had made her very happy; her husband did not care she never lost the baby weight last year and went as far as going to Pentos for fresh fruits.

“How do you know that?” he asks as she put the comb down and brushed his hair with her mother of pearl brush.

“She has not complained about bleeding or cramping or bloating. The two of you do the deed as much as Daeron and me, from what’s she said to me in confidence.” His sister answered with a small sad sigh. “A shame he will be like his namesake.”

“What?” he asks, his voice catching in his throat as he is told their first child is going to die.

“Aemma and I talk, like confidants do. She cannot talk about these things with Baela or Rhaena or even her other ladies, save for the two of us most of them are still unmarried and yes, it is a little uncomfortable to talk about what you two do under the sheets because you’re my brother and I still remember when you used to pick your nose when mama wasn’t looking ---.” Helaena explains in her ramble the wrong part of her answer.

“Not that, Hel, what do you mean the babe will die?” he asks in a whisper.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just know that but no details. Like when I told you that you were going to lose an eye, but I didn’t know it was because you would get into a scrap with the twins and the boys.” she said with a shrug. “I need to study an insect to know more, but Dany doesn’t give me much free time these days.

Maybe he will live to father children or not, I just know his life will not be long. I will tell you when I know more of it.”

He had forgotten Helaena’s dragon dreams, they used to come so often when they were little that they feared mother would let the Faith burn her for witchcraft.

Aegon used to bully her for them too.

Anything that made him feel insecure or had father’s attention would do the trick.

It wasn’t Helaena’s fault that they could spend hours talking about dragons and bugs and fixing his model of Old Valyria because Hel knew how the freehold looked like in truth.

Anymore than it was Aemond’s fault that father believed he was destined for a great and untamable dragon.

And now he was king.

And if Aemma lost, her life depended on having his heir.

An heir that needed to live to succeed him.

“Aemma cannot know about this.”

The last time she wore this much black, her father had died.

Her father had been stabbed in the back repeatedly by his lover and Aemma’s former sworn shield and left to rot in a field near Spicetown.

They had gone down to the fair and he had left them under Daemon’s watchful eye while he took care of some business.

Ser Qarl was to leave for reasons Aemma hadn’t comprehended yet and instead of leaving with his dignity he, he drew his dagger and killed her father out of anger.

They had barely started wearing colors again after Aunt Laena, and then they had to return to wearing mourning black again.

Aemma has run out of black dresses and looks at the ones her mother once wore when she was her age.

She had given them all to her as Baela and Rhaena split Laena’s between them.

The hems had to be let out, some had to be torn apart and redone to accommodate Aemma’s height, but in the end all fit perfectly.

Mother hadn’t liked black all that much when she was a girl, preferred light colors like soft golds and reds and pinks.

Aemma picks out the black dress her mother wore at her mother’s funeral.

It was a simple thing, black honeycomb cotton with a black lacing on the sleeves, a silver coin girdle and metal dragons on the neckline.

It had been cool, the first cool of autumn when they burned her and the heir for a day.

Strange how both women died in autumn.

“Ser Otto has come to present the Dowager Queen’s terms, your grace.” The Lord Commander of her Queensguard, Steffon Darklyn, says as they begin court in the Dragonstone Throne Room.

“Bring him in, Lord Commander. Have bread and salt and water brought in for our guests.” She says knowing Daemon is itching to shorten the former Hand of the King by a head.

“As you wish.” He says before ordering his squire to run that errand for them.

Aemond should be here, and he is standing beside Helaena and Daeron amongst the courtiers.

“I come at the behest of Queen Mother, Alicent Hightower, mother of King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms.

I’ve been directed to deliver these terms to Princess Aemma Velaryon.” The former hand begins, no longer afforded the power and prestige of his former office and reduced to simply an advisor.

It is laughable how quickly his dreams were shattered by Aegon’s hand.

It must be killing him that a common man born of Dornish servants has his job now.

“Ah, but you see, Ser Otto, Princess Aemma Velaryon is no more. I am Queen Aemma Targaryen now, I have been so since the day my mother and sister died because of your and your daughter’s treachery.

Present your queen’s terms.” Aemma felt nervous, a thrill at being able to say what she wanted to say and know there were no longer any consequences for it.

Power gave you a voice and the tools to carry out the impossible.

No wonder the man before him became addicted to it.

“King Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name… in his wisdom and desire for peace, is offering terms:

Acknowledge your husband, Aegon, as king and swear obeisance before the Iron Throne.

In exchange, His Grace will confirm you as queen consort and declare any child of your body his heir.

Prince Jacaerys will be confirmed as the legitimate heir to Driftmark and all the lands and holdings of House Velaryon.

Prince Lucerys will squire for the new Lord Hand; Prince Joffrey will be made page until he is old enough to foster and squire for the king and their present betrothals honored.

Your brothers born to the late Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon will also be given places of high honor at court: Aegon the Younger as the King’s squire, Viserys as his cupbearer.

Finally, the King, in his good grace, will pardon any knight or lord who conspired against his ascent.”

To those who do not know how this places her brothers and stepsisters as hostages at court, these seem perfectly reasonable.

To those who see through this shit they are to be rejected immediately.

“I would rather feed my sons to the dragons than have them carry shields and cups for your drunken, usurper cunt of a king.” Daemon leans on Dark Sister, ready to make a second Vaemond out of the king’s grandfather.

But they are not to break the guest right and even Daemon knows better than to do so.

“We refuse his terms, Ser. You may tell him so.” Aemma speaks calmly and coldly. “I am queen as dictated by King Viserys’ and my lady mother’s will, if it were not enough, my father, the late Ser Laenor was the firstborn son of Prince Aemon’s only heir. Why should I submit to a man with a claim weaker than mine when by right of birth and that of the king’s last will, the Iron Throne belongs to me?”

“Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne.” Ser Otto begins his response, his eyes never betraying the fact that he hates being talked down by a girl old enough to be his grandchild.

“He wears the Conqueror’s crown, wields the Conqueror’s sword, has the Conqueror’s name. He was anointed by the High Septon of the Faith before the eyes of thousands. Every symbol of legitimacy belongs to him.”

“A ruler needs a good head and a true heart. A cock is not essential.” Aemma quotes Queen Alysanne’s famous last words to King Jaehaerys. “My husband only has the third and it is optional, tell me do all those symbols give him a good head and a true heart when he does not possess them?”

“Queen Alicent has not forgotten the love she and your mother held for each other once. No blood need be spilled, so the realm can carry on in peace.

Queen Alicent eagerly awaits your answer, your highness.” Otto finished his piece and reminded her they would never see her reign as legitimate.

“Tell the king these are my terms:

The first that he recognizes me as Queen Regnant by honoring his late father’s will, the second that all those executed by him be given over to the Silent Sisters and returned to their families, and third, the heads or tongues of those who decided the King’s Will would not be honored as it is dictated by every law in the Seven Kingdoms.

Those who choose to live may join the Night’s Watch or the Faith. I hear silent orders are known for their virtue.”

None of these terms will be agreed to. Aegon would have folded without a second thought, but he is only a king in name.

And sure, Criston Cole was an iron fist, but he has not been taught to govern like a lord or a king and in her case, a queen.

War was inevitable, that had been decided the moment Ser Otto chose to whore out his five- and ten-year-old daughter to the king.

“You may leave this moment and arrive at the Red King before the King has his supper and leaves to visit his favorite brothel.”

[feathers4n4]

hii! this is a little introduction w stats ౨ৎ

first an important message, all bodies are beautiful!!! this blog is not an excuse to bodyshame others and hateful comments will be deleted.

if the things on this page trigger you, please just block, dni if you’re in recovery, keep going i’m proud of u.

this blog is to help motivate me and keep me consistent &if it helps u then i’m glad :))

okie my current stats:

sw: 69.3

cw: 65.7

gw: 55.0

ugw: 46.5

height: 174cm

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[dustynrosy]

Venting about the idea of creating sexual content featuring myself and the fears that come along with it.

[CW for mentions of grooming]

I've been contemplating about posting pictures, videos and audios of myself.

Like hey, maybe I could make a profit off of posting a recording of myself sneezing, hitching, etc. and someone could find it cute or hot enough to want to make me sneeze to their heart's content.

Maybe I could post my tummy (which I have done in the past years ago on a tickles only account as my sneeze kink laid kinda dormant for a while, and I wish I hadn't at the time) or my body, either clothed or in a nice set of lingerie if I happen to find one and someone could tease me with raspberries or threaten to tickle me with feathers and whatnot.

Maybe I could post my laugh, or any kind of tickly audios (which I also did unfortunately with my pre-T voice which is.... yuck). And again, profit off of the rest of these things as well.

But then I think about it and it feels... so wrong. Like I'm not supposed to do it. Like yeah, I am starting to get back into posting/reblogging horny/horny-adjacent stuff as a means to get back into/being okay with being a... well, sexual being.

But the idea of posting content of MYSELF, and my sexual thoughts involving myself in SUPER EXPLICIT DETAIL?

It makes me ill. It makes me want to cry. It sends me in a spiral of wanting to be desired, but AFRAID of being shunned AND desired as well, since there are some people out there who can't be normal.

Like this one time I joined the tickling community at a young age (idr how old I was but I'm pretty sure I was a minor at the time), and this twenty-something year old man groomed me into not only doing ERPs with him, but he also kept begging and begging and BEGGING for feet pics on kik (iykyk) and with feeling pressured, I gave in. I've probably been groomed by others in the same space without knowing, so that moment in particular sticks out to me.

Not the only times I've been groomed, though, but thankfully not for pics. Several instances of it online, and one instance IRL but those're for another time.

There's also the fact that people are gonna treat me like shit too because fatphobia, bodyshaming, transphobia, homophobia and xenophobia are things that exist within communities. AND the fact that I'm a fat fem-presenting man is gonna attract the wrong crowd, too.

Sucks though because, again, I WANT to be desired. I WANT to be adored. I WANT to be teased in ways that make feel all hot and bothered while making someone the same way as well. But alas...

So, yeah. There you have it. Reasons why I'm less likely to post content involving myself. At least IRL stuff. And also for the freakout from last year before I deactivated. Fictional stuff I may be okay with, though. Depends.

[emaciatedmaddy]

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hii! my name is maddy, i am 18 years old. i am not new to 3d tumblr, i have just recently relapsed. i love the beach, lana, and animals! looking for mutuals.

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my stats: (i’m 5’8)

sw: 145

cw: 127

gw: 120

ugw: 100

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please don’t report or leave hate! this is not a pro account, it’s for venting and my own inspo. please just block if you’re offended!

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please remember that having an 3d doesn't make it okay for you to bodyshame people or hate on people that choose recovery, if you do things like that pls do not interact! stay safe and stay kind! xx

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[theboyatthebustop]

you can tell that robot chicken did not watch the work they’re parodying if the wiki call them out for it

the parody in question (cw: nudity of teens, bombing and possible bodyshaming + terrorism)