#glorified body

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Self Centered

Make her self obsessed. Buy her a new mirror, a new camera, a new light. Make her look at herself more. She needs to be self absorbed. She’s perfect. You made her this way. You love how she is. Make her believe it, too.

Get her more makeup, more piercings, more tattoos, more nails, more clothes, more hair, more fat, more implants, more of her.

Get her whatever she wants to look prettier for you.

Get her more. Make her more.

Grow her.

Use her together. Watch her together. Her body is for your pleasure together. Just review her constantly. Look at her constantly. Show her how much you love it.

Bend the world around her. Make the world revolve around her. Put her at the center. Let her take her time. Let her set the pace. Let her be whatever she wants. Let her take hours.

Why don’t we just spend a few hours looking at you while I tell you how much I love how you look? Let me review your body with you and tell just how much I love it all.

Let’s do this every night? It’s like a game. You stand in front of the mirror. I stand behind you. I inspect each and every part of you. I tell you what I like about them. I love them all. You love them all. We love them all. You can be our event this evening.

I’ll lift, and pull, and tug, and squeeze, and slap, and bite, and kiss, and mark all these parts I love. Everything that makes you you. Your body.

Let’s put your pictures up. Let’s put you on the tv. Let’s get you painted and drawn and sculpted. I need it to be clear. You’re art. You’re my muse.

You’re mine.

[fluffyraccoon2]

Sorry I haven’t posted it in a while. I’ve been super busy with college and work. I’ll try to post more, but don’t worry. I’ve still been gaining and eating a lot and here’s proof of that my belly slapping on my TV stand.🤭🤭

[vole-mon-amour]

hot take apparently, but obesity in people and obesity in pets are two completely different things.

if you're fat, it's whatever. it's your body and your life, do what you want and what makes you happy.

if your pet is objectively fat, it's not healthy. it takes a toll on their joints and spine. arthritis in animals is a real thing. it hurts them, and being obese only makes matters worse. if they eat, and eat, and eat, they can't regulate what's good for them. so it's YOUR job to be responsible about it instead of going, "my pet is healthy and happy."

dude. you're killing your pet. you shorten their lifespan (and their lifespan is already short compared to humans). it's not the right thing to do. love is not always giving them what they want because sometimes what they want can seriously hurt them.

stop glorifying pets being obese. it's not cute, it's dangerous.

[joseigamer]

Patalliro! is fascinating to me because of stuff like this. It's unapologetically gay - even within its anime which aired during primetime hours in 1982 - in a way that many later BL manga would never be, like the ones from the early 2000s which would never dare to call their characters actual homosexuals. Patalliro has actually aged quite well in this regard, there's something comforting about how campy it is.

[vabam-fr]

Sophrosyne; the Silent Shroud

[queenofthepunks]

Soooo question, and it might come off as I'm venting but I'm not exactly venting, but I do want to share this thought I had for I WHILE since becoming a Franco girly!

Is it weird that out of ALL of my favorite characters in any fandom, Franco is the first character that makes me feel less ashamed and more validated of my body?

I have been struggling with body insecurity and dysphoria for as long as I remember, me being a short and chubby person with the so called "duck walk" I always hated myself for it.

But then I look at Franco who is the ugliest I mean more then ugly he is FUGLY! And seeing others on this blog draw him either shirtless or even make posts on his anatomy just looking at him im like...

He is literally built like meeee but in male form!🥹🥹🥹🥹

And I know it might seem weird that I feel validated (body wise) by a man child mafia don with a mommy kink and MILK addiction. But look no other character has made me feel less ashamed of my chubby and short stature, but HIM!

I used to look at myself and be like "God what I could do to NOT look the way I do..." But now I look at myself I immediately think about this Lil guy and I'm like "Pffft and I thought I was THAT ugly🤣"

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Make her as obsessed with herself as you are.

[lavenderhorror-endie72]

Guess who's up at 2 in the morning because a certain 3-eyed bitch decided it was "Cat mode time" and destroyed half of the furniture in headspace?

🖐😞

[embrysunrise]

i wanted to practice drawing hands and i'm in A Mood so here is a beautiful trans hythlodaeus (who has not medically transitioned bc he is perfect just the way he is and you can too)

[bardace]

proposing a new theory of character design called “the facility” where you gotta think about if your characters were put into an evil government facility and they all had to wear uniforms and all their heads were shaved, would you still be able to tell them apart?

[cult-of-the-eye]

Flesh avatar!Martin fic

TW: severe body image issues, self hatred, negative self talk, body dysmorphia, body horror (ish), unhealthy one sided relationships

Jon wasn’t eating.

The level of Martin’s romantic obsession had never crossed the line of tracking someone’s eating habits, but it didn’t take a genius to see that whatever he was eating, it wasn’t enough. His own apple and snack bar combination had lasted him throughout secondary school, a certainty that he sincerely hoped wouldn’t change any time soon. But Jon needed it more than him.

Behind his desk, he felt small. He didn’t have to be aware of the flesh that hung off his limbs in jiggling masses, so he opted for something better. Something smaller. Jon was substantially smaller than him - a fact that he found overwhelming at first. He switched between the constant burning of awe of a lithe and sharp frame and the need to put his excess to use.

The line of sight from his desk to Jon’s office was cruelly clear. A hulking great wooden door between them, one that was the stumbling subject of many of his own poems. A foggy allegory of distance. It was a momentous occasion of sunshine when that door peeled open. Each time, Martin drank his fill of Jonathan Sims, but recently, it had left his mouth uncomfortably dry.

Today was one of those occasions. A forest green sweater vest hung off what only just passed off as a body. Lines cut beneath his deep brown eyes, distracting rather than highlighting. Cheekbones that once lifted a haughty expression only shadowed a much heavier one. Maybe this was just the rose tint that surrounded Jon, romanticising a time of crisis where Martin could justify stepping in. Or maybe Jon was actually not doing well. His body followed this line of thinking, footsteps treading heavily after Jon’s rabbit-footed paces, into the kitchen.

“Hi, Jon.”

Fat kids could only ever want to be one of three things when they grew up. Either utilise their size as a sign of comedy, strength or as softness. Anything else was unforgivable. Martin chose softness. He let that seep into his words, melting his body into the patches in the floor, so he would not trip.

“Martin.”

He lapped up the slight incline of his neck, a nod that contained a dizzying array of possibilities. Jon was clutching at a chipped mug as if it were his only anchor to the mortal world. Martin was inclined to believe that.

“I was wondering…”

The cupboard doors bristled against the hinges in the silence that followed. Jon did not expect further conversation. Neither did Martin.

“Yes?”

“I brought too much food.”

“Right.”

Now, Martin. Prove your value as a pile of meat.

“Would you like some?”

An apple. A peace offering. An organic bridge of sorts, nutrients shared from a body that doesn’t need it to a body that does. Almost parasitic. And Jon looked at it as such. With the disgust of someone offering to attach to him, to leach off of his energy and time.

“It’s just a fruit. It won’t kill you.”

Jon’s eyes sunk further into the past. Into whatever warren he had been dragged into, taking from him his edges and sanding down into the bare necessities. Martin only had one card left to play.

“I…please just take it, Jon?”

Sincerity.

Emotions are rarely seen in the fat kid. Emotions are frowned upon. They increase your size, your ability to be noticed, so reassuring or stoic or half-laughing are your only choices. This is a wildcard. Not even Jonathan Sims could predict his response. Unpredictable was something Martin could get used to being.

“...Sure, Martin.”

Jon gave Martin a wide berth while crossing the kitchen. As if he had grown suddenly and was unsure of his new dimensions. Martin felt no contortion of his size, standing, watching Jon walk away, biting the apple in his hand. There was no door to the kitchen, of any material, let alone wood. Nothing especially poetic about eating an apple in an office. Just a faint sense of hunger and a new willingness to do something about it.

[tboymordred]

mordred takes sleepmeds thjat dont work hashtag projecting hashtag selfinsert hashtag chronicinsomnia hashtag hashtagmedcine

[soft5ku11]

Me doing the death feedism people get off my blog and seek extensive therapy ritual: