#i’m pro recovery just not for myself

[princess-kurosaki]

i don’t need to recover.. i’m not sick. my eating, is the one thing in my life i can control. if i can’t control anything else i can fucking control what i do or don’t put into my body, and if i don’t want it there anymore, i have no fucking issue doing the necessary shit to get rid of whatever it is in my body that i no longer want there and i won’t let anyone take that from me.

i don’t need your concern. i need results.

the more you ask or say “when was the last time you ate?” , “ I haven’t seen you eat anything today” , “you’re loosing weight.” brings me sick kind of joy, it’s almost sinister how amazing that makes me feel. it means it’s all working, it means i’m finally in control of my body for the first time in my fucking life.

you call it an ed , i call it chasing my dream body.

after all. it’s better to resist than it is to regret.

[fawnbae21]

I love my ed girlies but Quest Bars are gross and im tired of acting like they taste good.

[skinnyminiindustrial]

FESTIVAL AT UA

♡Summary: It's been five years since you graduated from UA and became a pro-hero. During a reunion festival back at UA, you are reunited with your old classmates, including Bakugo Katsuki, the spiky-haired blonde who never left your thoughts.

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It had been five years since I graduated from UA, and life as a Pro Hero had its ups and downs for sure, but never as bad as the all-for-one battle. We are still rebuilding and trying to go back to some sort of normal since that day, which is hard, but we will pull through! Today is going to be a break from all that. The reunion festival at UA is happening, and I couldn’t be more excited! I was even more excited to see a certain spiky-haired blonde who had never left my thoughts.

Bakugo Katsuki, “The Boy Who Lived.” I liked to call him sometimes, and it’s all thanks to Edge Shot, who kept his heart beating and fixed him up. He died, keeping him alive. It was a miraculous recovery that Bakugo made. Way before the battle had even remotely begun, Bakugo was always a part of my UA experience. His explosive personality, raw determination, and passion had drawn me in back then, and if I’m being honest with myself, they still do. But back in high school, he was more focused on proving himself than anything else, and I figured that relationships weren’t exactly what he was worried about back then. Also, the all-for-one thing went down, and I never got to tell my feelings to him.

Years of hero work and occasional meet-ups with friends have buried them deep down in my heart. Today was different. Something about being back at UA felt nostalgic, and my heart started to race as I made my way to the festival!

The campus had lights hanging up, but it was evening and there was still light outside, so I couldn’t tell that they were that bright. Confetti littered the ground from the original opening earlier that day. Booths lined the walkways, and I could already spot some familiar faces.

I made my way through the crowd, with a few people stopping me for pictures. I was chatting with old classmates like Kirishima and Mina, and strangely, I felt a familiar explosive energy near me. I turned my head, and there he was—Bakugo Katsuki, his arms crossed. He had his usual scowl as he talked to Deku and Todoroki while walking towards us. He looked so different he looked more grown-up than when I last saw him, more confident and aware of people in a sense. But those red eyes still burned with the same fiery intensity.

I tried to ignore the flutter in my chest. I took a breath as they approached us. “Hey, guys!”

“You made it,” Kirishima said to Bakugo, Todoroki, and Deku as they walked up to us, hugging them all. Bakugo looked not welcoming of it, but he didn’t tell him to back off.

“Of course! We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Deku smiled as I tried not to make eye contact with Bakugo just yet.

“We were just talking about how weird it feels to be back after everything,” Deku added with the bright smile he used to have back in the day.

“Except we’re all Pro Heroes now,” Todoroki said coolly, glancing at Bakugo with a small smirk.

“TCH. Don’t go getting sentimental, idiots,” Bakugo scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking away.

I chuckled. “Still as charming as ever, Bakugo?”

His gaze snapped to me, and just for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes and a slight change of emotion. But before I could even decipher it, he snapped back and turned his head away with a grunt. “Whatever.”

Despite his normal gruff demeanor, I always found Bakugo’s bluntness kind of endearing. It was part of his charm, I guess. He didn’t sugarcoat anything.

The festival continued, with games and activities all around, but my eyes kept finding my way back to Bakugo. I couldn’t help it. I tried to keep myself busy with some festival games—winning a plush toy here, laughing at Kaminari being a fool there—but no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Bakugo’s presence was magnetic.

Finally, I found myself wandering through a quieter part of the festival, away from most of the crowds. The lights that hung up in the trees lighting my path are now brighter because of the night sky. I didn’t notice Bakugo following me until I heard his voice behind me.

“Hey”

I turned around, and my heart skipped a beat. Bakugo stood there, his hands still in his pockets, his eyes locked on mine. “You’ve been staring at me all day,” he said, his tone a mix of frustration and something else I could not quite place.

My goodness, I must have looked like such a freak to him, I bet I creeped him out so bad. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I wasn’t staring,” I stammered, trying my best to brush it off.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, taking a step closer. “What’s up with you?”

I swallowed, unsure of how to respond to him. After all, how was I supposed to explain my years of lingering feelings? How am I supposed to tell Bakugo Katsuki that I have had a crush on him since high school?

But before I could even try to answer, Bakugo sighed, his gaze softening—something anyone rarely saw. “You’re different,” he muttered. He’s quieter than usual. “What’s going on?”

I blinked, taken aback. The last time he saw me was when we spit up in our groups to fight. The last time he saw me was when we spit up in our groups to fight the villains. We haven’t talked since then, only hearing things about each other either through the news or through our mutual friends, and yet he is acting like how we used to be back in the day, trying to not show it back then, but I know he cared for me in some way, even if it was something little that he thinks nobody else would recognize even though they all did, and I did too, but right now he’s acting like he was worried.

“I’m fine,” I say softly, though my heart is pounding. “I just… it’s been a while since we have seen each other, and all of us together, it just brings back a lot of memories, you know?”

Bakugo’s eyes flickered with resignation. “Yeah,” he muttered, looking away for a moment. “I get it.”

There was a brief silence between us before he spoke again. “You never said anything,” he said, his voice low. “Back at UA.”

I had a curious look on my face. “Said anything about what?”

“About liking me”

My heart stopped. I stared at him, eyes wide. “W-what?”

He huffed, a small smirk appearing on his face. “You think I’m blind? I noticed. Today I noticed, back then I noticed. I just didn’t say anything because... I wasn’t ready for it back then.”

My mouth went dry since, I guess, I was mouth-breathing and my heart was pounding in my chest. Dude, was he…confessing? Bakugo Katsuki? What the hell was he saying?

“Why are you bringing this up now?” I asked, and my voice was barely a whisper.

He shrugged, his eyes meeting mine again, more serious this time. “‘Cause I’ve had enough time to figure things out. And to be honest, I don’t hate the idea of you liking me.”

My cheeks burned, but before I could say anything, Bakugo stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “So, what do you think?” He asked, his voice soft but confident. “So are you going to keep denying it, or are we doing this?”

I blinked up at him, my heart raving, and a slow smile slowly appeared on my face. “I guess we’re doing this,” I whispered.

Bakugo smirked, and without another word, he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. It was unexpectedly gentle, and I might say his lips were soft, and he was a good kisser. It was unlike what I imagined it would be. But it was perfect.

Bakugo pulled away from the kiss, his usual confident smirk still on his face, but then there was a softer gleam in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I was speechless, my heart still fluttering as I processed what just happened. Did Bakugo just kiss me?

“Don’t get all weird now,” he said. His voice was gruff as he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little awkward and out of his element. “I ain’t good with this kind of stuff, but… you better not regret it.”

I let out a small laugh before I could even stop myself. Seeing Bakugo, usually so tough, loud, and aggressive, flustered like this was kind of cute. “I definitely won’t regret it,” I said softly, my smile widening as I watched him struggle to keep up his tough-guy facade.

“Good,” he grumbled, his pink cheeks still visible by the lights. “‘cause if you do regret it, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” I teased, stepping a little closer. I felt confident now that the air between us had shifted. “Yell at me until I don’t.”

He shot me a halfhearted glare, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward into a smile. “TCH. Don’t push your luck.”

Bakugo might not have been that emotionally expressive in public, but right now he was letting it all hang out, and right now I could tell he was happy. It was written all over his face.

I think every thing is going to be different now, and I can’t wait to see what happens!

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My first story!!!!

[babettebaguette]

Hello everyone, I’m Babsi!

-just so you know: this is not my main account, but I wanted to create a place where I can yap and start over.

HEIGHT: 149cm

SW: 46kg

CW: 41,9kg

GW: 38kg

UGW: 35kg

If you want to be mutuals feel free to message me; I would love to talk to you! OH: I am 22 years old (feeling 15) and I struggle with ana and exercise addiction.

I am pro for everyone but me, and will support anyone who wants to recover!🎀

I tried recovery for myself a few times this year, but I am just not ready for it and felt really bad in my recovered body. Don’t report just block.

[strawberrypillz0]

// mentally ill ryo / jirai here (i say Ryo as I don’t have BPD but am mentally ill).

You really need to quit w/ the gatekeeping of the term as it falls on a spectrum. I believe jirai is a term that can be flexible and it’s weird to be so… anal about how it’s used. Modifiers such as fashion / lifestyle jirai exist. This community’s urge to gatekeep and romanticize self harm is fucking crazy and why I don’t publicly associate w jirai bc I actually want to get better.

TL;dr like any other word of the language it can be used flexibly with modifiers.

You will live😚

Anyways, I’m using terms like lifestyle/fashion jirais and everyone does so why are you crying rn.

Romanticising your mental illnesses overall isn’t a good thing, there is nothing cute and nice about being mentally unstable.. but I will hold your hand when I will say it - it’s a coping mechanism 😱 I was always pro recovery and me saying “why do you guys want to be associated with people who are mentally unstable so bad? Yall should be happy that you don’t need to” is basically saying that I would rather call myself Ryo and be mentally stable than be pissed that I can’t call myself a LANDMINE (which is basically a word that is supposed to insult mentally unstable (mostly) women). Nobody want to be mentally unstable, no matter in what cute paper you will wrap it, I always hope everyone will get better and don’t associate myself with anti recovery people cuz they are bunch of weirdos who I don’t they are even mentally unstable, just edgy kids who think wanting to kill yourself/SH is so cool and they are so different.

There is nothing wrong that people want to protect their community where they find a comfort and they are not scared of being judged, there is so many fashion jirais complaining about jirais venting etc under tags. I said before that I don’t mind people wearing jirai as a style as long as they are respecting actual jirais (lifestyle) and don’t call them weirdos and shit. Yes, I said that a good alternative would be to call yourself ryousangata cuz this is what basically “fashion jirai” is - and is there anything wrong with wanting wear cute trendy clothes? Absolutely not, so why is it seem as something bad when I suggested it?

You don’t need to be associated with jirais, nobody care actually. I’m glad you want to get better - so me and other people who probably ask themselves everyday why they need to go thru it, why they can’t be healthy.. just because someone is trying to cope it doesn’t mean they don’t want to get better. I wake up everyday and ask myself why, how long and if I will ever be free from this - just because I will add funny image later it doesn’t mean that I absolutely hate being mentally ill and would do anything to get rid of it, my blog is just a little safe space where I can express it thru posting whatever I want to make myself feel better or people who go thru the same thing. I often go thru jirai tag and reply to people who struggle, cuz I wish they will get better.

Anyways, I hope everyone will have a good day today and remember to take care of yourself 💖 I’m really grateful to be a part of such an amazing community :)))

[proshippers-against-censorship]

hi if I can ask, why r u pro recovery neu para? I’m pro para and anti contact and I just wanna see ur perspective

idrk how recovery works. The only recovery I’d think of is working to let the attraction get less and less prevalent in your life, and even so I know there’s paraphiles that aren’t able to do that. What even is “recovery”??? I just think if you have a disorder or attraction you can’t control, you’re cool w me. As long as you don’t act on it for non consensual paras. I don’t like people being harassed for uncontrollable thoughts. So I don’t stand for it.

I choose to largely remain neutral on para-related issues, as it's a sticky topic, so labelling myself as neutral helps to deter some para-related drama from my inbox. I also do not support pro-contact, and personally would feel that by being pro-para, I would in a way be supporting pro-contact.

However, I do of course lean more towards supporting paraphiles and paraphilias than being against them.

I am pro-recovery for all paraphilic and other distressing disorders. I believe that paraphiles who have given into to the urgings of their paraphilia deserve medical treatment and recovery from the distress their mind is under, as that is likely why they caved and did awful things. I do not believe in the existence of wholly bad and irredeemable people.

I hope that made sense.

[blatantlynotokay]

Being An @na Mom

I feel like having Anna has not changed me much as a mom. Many a therapist and mutuals have always been worried about how my @na affects my children.

Yes I keep snacks in the house (see photo) my children have their own access to the snacks and are able to get snacks at anytime with the day they wish to. Majority of the snacks are organic or relatively healthy such as chips, organic fruit bars, and organic applesauce pouches. As for their meals, I typically hand make all of their meals. Breakfast can look like pancakes and eggs or maybe turkey bacon and oatmeal. Lunch can be a homemade non-processed peanut butter and homemade jelly sandwich. And typically for dinner we have some sort of chicken and veggies or fish and veggies. Dinner is usually the only meal that I eat the food with, but I don’t think they’ve ever thought that was strange that mommy doesn’t eat exactly what they eat because they never really eat the same thing anyways. I know this can seem like a lot that I make three different dishes for every meal But I never really find it tedious and everything’s quite easy to make.

I tried to make sure that my children have a very healthy relationship with food. I never try to restrict in anyway, shape or form. Some days they want fast food or pizza for dinner and I never really tell them no unless we’ve had that the day before. I still let them. Typically, I do not eat what they eat for dinner. I will just make something else and I don’t think that they’ve ever thought that it was weird or strange that mommy doesn’t eat pizza or McDonald with them. They’ve always just accepted that that’s how things are. And my oldest knows that I have various health concerns and can’t eat typical foods. I have a gluten intolerance and pcos. Which, even if I wasn’t, Anna would stop me from eating certain foods.

I tried to create a different environment then what I grew up. My entire life my parents had always been obese. Not just slightly overweight, but medically considered obese. it was always so interesting though because my parents would never let me eat snacks or sugary cereal and essentially we had an ingredient household. my parents were never home once I started elementary school. They would often tell me to feed myself, but in an ingredient household as a five-year-old I would typically just end up eating a slice of bread. They wouldn’t come home for dinner often so I would end up eating very little throughout the day. They never packed my lunch or gave me money for lunch so I typically never ate at school (this was a time before school had free lunch). Not eating was just a normal thing for me in my childhood so I always try to make sure that my children always have access to food and are well cared for.

Another angle that people often attack me from is if I would become like Mrs. Hadid and her handful of almond. And personally, I don’t think that I ever would. I know that children will eat exactly how much they need to eat in order to fuel their body. I try to teach them healthy eating habits, such as if they’re bored to lean towards fruit or vegetable over processed food. While they are still very young 6 & 3 I don’t see myself changing this mindset. I grew up starving I know what it’s like to starve. I know what it’s like to cry yourself to sleep because your stomach hurts so bad. I never want that for my children. I honestly never want that for any of you reading this. But here we are.

I’m always pro recovery. Block don’t report

[tyeldotcomsvent]

PLS DONT REPORT IM NOT ENCOURAGING ANYTHING IM JUST WRITING DOWN MY THOUGHTS FOR OTHER PEOPLE TO RELATE TO AND FEEL LESS ALONE

Now onto a Quick introduction

Last edited 9/10 2024

(Day month year)

Hi I go by Tyel/Tex

I am agender and go by he/it pronouns

I am a xx chromosome haver

I don’t care if I’m cringe

My asks is open!

My dms are as well but don’t expect a reply

I am chronically ill and depressed

I’m Autistic

I’m pro recovery but I have given up on myself

My accounts will always start with Tyeldotcom and then something behind it if I get banned just search that up im likely going to make more accs

Everything on this acc is the ramblings of a madman

I might add more at some point

[nnnyxie]

BAE I‘M ABT TO ABSOLUTELY GO OFFFFFFG

So Fan!Izu is also plaguing my mind… Fan!izu x Artist!reader?? Imagine??? It starts in maybe middleschool…Izu discovers Readers Art account full of All might and they connect over their shared love for him…this friendship thing continues for a few years but they loose contact when reader deletes their art blog seemingly out of nowhere…so then there‘s a time skip until he’s a pro and Reader has a rather successful gallery of exclusively hero paintings…feeling themselves drawn to Deku (crazyyy imagine that) and painting him all the time…an especially big painting of Deku alongside Allmight is being displayed by them right now..clearly visible through a huge window in the front of the building

So now the fun part

Izu is on Patrol, or even better in a heavy fight, he swings by while doing god knows what and spots the painting and suddenly the world stops, he recognized this style…everything comes clashing back on him, the late nights of talking and making up theories about all might and all the intimate conversations they shared…how they opened up to eachother and everything, while he is distracted the villain gets in a nasty hit

Reader being the hero fanatic they are has been following the fight hidden inside (has no idea that Izu is their ex online friend situating thing) conveniently possesses a healing quirk and quickly rushes outside..maybe recovery girls grand child or something (YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOINGGG???) but their quirk works a little ✨different✨so they have to kiss him specifically on the lips and as soon as their eyes meet they just pause and stare, both their eyes widening

But they have no time to process this- as there is still a villain going about their shenanigans so reader Just smashes their lips together and Izu goes to fight and win and bam reunion

I be writing whole fics in your Requests I don’t even know what to do with myself😭

I’m sorry🫶🏻

#𖢥 izuku anon

IZU ANONNNN I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU!!!!

this is such a beautiful idea!! i want to eat you!!! /pos

you were fairly small in the art community back in middle school— which resulted in little to no commissions.

but— there was this one boy who absolutely ADORED all of your all might fan art!! after you finished one drawing for him, he’d commission another.

you had to let him know that he’s allowed to basically buy in bulk— plus the bulk prices wouldn’t tear up his wallet!! though— he was always happy to pay you extra. he insisted, even.

with all of these interactions, it led to a friendship!! you would talk about all might’s recent battles, general interests, school, etc. of course, you never brought up quirks. you felt that there was no reason to! plus yours was…….. interesting, to say the least.

the friendship started at the beginning of middle school and lasted until the end of it.. before you just,,, disappeared.

and you went years without talking— years without the video chats and voice memos. years without the hero conspiracy theories. years without late night embarrassing stories. just— years without each other.

he didn’t know why you left and it hurt him. he mourned for years over the loss of your friendship. why didn’t you tell him you were leaving? why didn’t you try to contact him again? what happened? were you hurt? did you… die? he cried over this.

and he had fantasies of meeting you again one day. he made up scenarios of him saving you from danger— or of him just randomly running into you while he was patrolling during his work studies. or you just finding him. he’d fall asleep to these, hoping that they’d come true.

one lucky (sort of?) day, izuku was thrown through your gallery— glass shards flew everywhere.

for a moment, you paused. everything disappeared and it was as if only he existed. “izuku?” you whispered. his previously closed eyes shot open.

he looked at you— he looked— surprised? hurt? happy? confused? it was like he was going through the five stages of greif except— instead of greif it’s whatever the hell that’s going on between you two.

izuku rushed to get up but, he couldn’t— he could hardly sit up. he was bleeding an awful lot.

“don’t get up! you’re hurt!” you kneeled and pushed him to lay down. “where have you— what?” he held his injury, there was a large piece of steel in his side. “i said don’t get up! you have a damn piece of steel in your side izu!” you panicked— should you take it out and heal him? but that would— oh god that would be embarrassing. but, it’d save him… maybe you should just suck it up and do it?

“bite on this.” you reached for the silk painting next to you and shoved it in his mouth. his eyes widened, realizing what you were about to do. you pulled the steel out of him and watched the blood nearly gush out—

you leaned close to him, were you really going to do this? i mean— it’s part of your quirk so, it shouldn’t be weird, right? and, even so, it’s just a kiss. a kiss on the lips. a kiss that would definitely make an already weird situation,,, weirder… but, it’s to help— so you just suck it up.

“i’m sorry,” you took the silk from his mouth and kissed him— the kiss was longer than what your quirk called for… but, extra measures??? yeah……..

his injury healed quick, thankfully. there was still fighting outside. the villain’s yells caught izuku’s attention. realizing that he was, in fact, still taking down a bad guy with his partners. “i’m going to be back. don’t disappear again. please?” you nodded.

and just like he said— he was back. it was past dark now, your window was able to be restored by a sidekick with a reversal quirk. he was happy to see that. “hi,” was all izuku said when he walked through the door. he looked both anxious and excited. “hi,” you breathed out, this was kind of scary.

he looked around your gallery while making his way towards you. there were various portraits of himself. ranging from traditional, digital, abstract, realism, mosaic, and silk. he was both flattered and impressed.

he reached you and stared. taking in the fact that you were actually here.

“why did you leave?” izuku asked after a long silence.

“well it’s not like i wanted to… art was just something my parents didn’t want me to do… and they took it all away, i guess.” he frowned a bit, how could a parent not support their child’s ambitions? it appalled him that they didn’t.

“did you try finding me again?” he asked. he remembers the countless hours he spent searching for you. “i did and— i was able to find you.” “then why didn’t you reach out?” his face, his expression— it was gut wrenching. “i thought you would’ve hated me so i just… didn’t.” he looked bewildered. as if you just said something so heinous and unforgiving. “i wouldn’t— i wouldn’t have hated you,” izuku’s eyes were watery. “i’m sorry, izu.” he shook his head no, “i understand, okay? you don’t need to apologize.” he sniffled.

the tension was nearly suffocating— you didn’t know how to respond. i mean— what do you say to that?

izuku noticed the obvious anxiety you had.

“so uhm… deku is a cool hero, from what i’ve heard,” he joked. then you remembered the multiple pieces you had of him— you wanted to die.

“oh god,” you groaned in embarrassment and covered your face. izuku smiled and uncovered your face, “your art is really amazing.” was he trying to kill you? like— his smile?? he’s so pretty??? how can a guy be so pretty?? genuinely, he’s so much prettier in real life than in pictures— it’s ridiculous.

“uhm how about we catch up? maybe over uhm dinner tomorrow?” izuku asked, his face was flushed red— again, he’s ridiculously pretty. “i’d love that.”

[euphemi4]

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TW: I do not glorify any mental illnesses/disorders. This is my journey, please do not follow anything I do. If you’re a minor, don’t interact, please. I won’t feel comfortable. I am pro recovery but not yet ready for that step.

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VENT! ⋆ ࣪. . ` YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ!: My mom is forcing me to eat. They are eating pasta with tomato sauce and tuna, (popular pasta in Italy, I am living in Italy). I just cannot. I had a strong panic attack and now I’m struggling not to cry (I’m very sensitive when it comes to food, rehab made me hate food even more). I asked her if I could take it slowly and have just some tuna and a rice cake.

TW: I will have to pûk€ everything. I hate eating and then doing that. I prefer not eating at all. I feel so unlady like when I force myself to puke. ʚ(T T)ɞ I am so motivated nothing can stand in my way anyway, no matter the situation. If I have to do it, I will.

BRIGHT SIDE › ◟⊹ ˚˖

- for the sake of my optimism and motivation I will add a good side. I’ve worked out after lunch, burning 500 calories at least. woohoo 🥳 (trying not to have another meltdown LMAO).

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(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) edit from the foture: Tried pǔking everything but I couldn’t. Just a little 🗣️🗣️

[sweet-enough-already]

!TW! really long 4n@ vent

idk, sometimes I feel like having a healthy BMI is the most invalidating thing ever

When I used to be (slightly) overweight (27.1 bmi) at least I could cut myself some slack for hating my body, bc it wasn’t even ideal for societies standards yk

but now my BMI is 20.02 and even though I feel that I’m not good enough for what I want to look like, (specially when the body dysmorphia hits) I can’t help but feel a bit ungrateful bc I know some people would like to look like this and I DON’T WANT TO

Like, I am pro recovery for others, I don’t think anybody should hate the way they look, BUT, in my head it made sense for me to hate myself back then, and now it just feels, idk.. a bit unjustified? especially because I DO feel prettier then I used to be, just…not enough.

I need to get it through my head that I can’t control a mental illness but it’s kinda hard when the mental illness itself is about control :/

anyway, just needed a place to vent really badly, I’m speaking into the void

[sawyer-is-eepy]

tw for syscourse and rq mentions //

i don’t give a shit anymore, this is important so im crosstagging this.

please, whoever you are, please read at least the tl;dr whether youre pro endo, anti endo, anti radqueer, pro radqueer, whatever. ignore the dni i guess? if you dont wanna see this just block me, i won't care.

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god i FUCKING HATE that my existence is seen as pro rq just cause im pro endo.

got called a radqueer today. i got roped in with pedophiles and necrophiles and zoophiles.

look, listen, i'm all for anti-contact pro-recovery supporters and i do think that we shouldn't shun these people away.

but rq is not for that. they actively support pro-contact and anti recovery rhetoric as well as say its okay to be rcta and "transage" and shit.

THIS should be the thing anti rq focus on. instead of the fact that because i support something that DOES HAVE FUCKING RESEARCH ON IT DESPITE WHAT YOU ALL SAY YOU FUCKERS.

i can fight and kick and scream and yell all i want but at the end of the day, my opinion automatically doesnt matter.

it doesnt even matter if a system with a fucking diagnosis that is "normal" (aka no fictives, factives, less than like 15 alters, and has a miserable life because of course thats what its like for all *real* systems or whatever) was trying to fight against rq, if they were even kind of proendo they’d be shot down immediately.

let me reiterate this- NOT ALL ENDOS ARE RQ. NOT ALL PRO ENDOS ARE RQ. 

please fucking stop roping us in with these people. please. 

to rq - i dont want to be included in your fucking community. We’re fine on our own, okay? we don't need your “safe space,” you’re actively making it worse. kindly FUCK OFF AND STOP RUINING THIS FOR US. PLEASE. EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE IS SPENT PROVING MYSELF OVER THE FUCKING INTERNET AND IT’S HARDER BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU. 

to endo rq- we don’t want you representing us. you are NOT the face of endos and supporters. Kindly also fuck off to your own space with the rq instead of speaking for us. 

every day i have to say the same shit because of YOU PEOPLE. YOU FUCKING PEOPLE. 

i can’t have fucking anything and i can’t win. my existence is constantly “disproven” or “debunked” or just used as rage fuel.

and it feels like it’ll never end. tell me, when does this shit end? when does all of this work we as a community have done pay off? 

damn. maybe i should stop doomscrolling, huh?

tl;dr i’m an endo/endo supporter and i would like to say that it is exhausting to constantly be roped in with radqueers just cause they support us or whatever. they don't speak for us, they don’t represent us, hate us all you want but don't label us radqueer. fucking PLEASE. and also, maybe we should focus on trying to stop the zoophiles, pedophiles and necrophiles and / or fighting for system awareness in general before we focus on fighting on whether or not endos are real when most people don’t even accept “real” systems.

[the-jellyfish-collective]

ik no one really cares but i’d like to make a statement.

we would no longer like to be affiliated with aspenfrostEN. i have decided that it’s to the point where the community and aspen herself are actively causing harm to our mental health. one of the reasons we joined her community was to get out of our current echo chamber and stop being so sensitive and getting upset at every little thing but i am done gaslighting myself into thinking that any time we get upset over the shit they say that we’re just being too sensitive. it’s gotten to the point where the behaviors from her and her community have repeatedly caused us to split and i’m done with dealing with that added stressor. we have just ended up in another echo chamber.

and to aspen if you see this, you are actively causing harm. you claim to not be an educator and yet frequently post educational content and often times including your own emotions and opinions in how you educate. you preach about the importance of recovery but have repeatedly shown that you are far from being recovered. you talk about how trauma doesn’t excuse harmful behaviors but then use being a “treachery demon” and lacking empathy to excuse your own shitty actions. you say you’re not an authority figure but the second someone says something in your server that you don’t like you allow, and frequently encourage, your community to mock and ridicule them and call people slurs when they call you out.

you are immature. you say a lot of things that need to be said within the system community and i applaud you for that, i think we need more of that, but the way you choose to do that is harmful. you cause more harm than you do good. the fact that i, a MINOR, can recognize the harm you’re causing when you can’t should say a lot about your maturity.

i am choosing to do this here where i think, and hope, you won’t see this because i am afraid of you and how you’ll respond. you are unstable. i genuinely hope therapy does you some good and you get your shit together.

and to the community, i hold no ill will. i am fine with you interacting. i hold all the same values i held before, anti endo, pro recovery, anti bullshit, i just don’t want those values to be related to aspen.

[4n4andmia4ever]

INTRO

Hi im 4n4andmia4ever but you guys can call me Aurora. I’m 16 years old!!! I made this account with the intention of keeping myself motivated and finding moots with the same interest (ana).

I will be posting wieiad, daily updates and random stuff, inspo, thinspo, and whatever else I feel like.

Stats: Height: 5'5/ 165 cm HW: 126 lbs/ 57 kg CW: 114 lbs/ 51 kg GW: 95 lbs/ 43 kg GW2: 90 lbs/ 40kg

Inspo:

Pro recovery 100% so if this account triggers you, just block me!!!

[space-station-nursery]

🛰️⸝⸝Welcome to the Space Station Nursery 🪐

☆ ・Personal info ! ˖ ˒

🦊Little Dipper︰Hi! im Finn, also Finnegan, finny fox, fishy finn, and more to my closest friends and moots! Im 21 and my pronouns are They/Them! My timezone is CST. I like Bubby, jay, baking and cooking, playing games, reading (by myself and with bubby) making decor stuff and making custom things! Blues clues !!! if you see a blues clues ask from an anon, its probably me.

Dislikes︰I HATE Bugs, bugsbugsbugs. Being confronted(confrontation), purposely being misgendered, having my boundaries disrespected, bubby or jay being purposely misgendered, bugs and uh-…. i think thats it lol

🦌 Big Dipper︰Hi im FD, im 21 (22 in august) and my pronouns are He/Him. My timezone is MST. I LOVE BABI BEAR, our friends, gaming, cars, anything that has moving parts, reading and watching crime stuff, watching movies and playing games with babi and our friends, and really love the flash as well!

Dislikes︰I dont like icky people coming to talk to babi and i (i dont really like talking to people in general), People misgendering babi or my friends or being rude towards them, and i dont like when people disrespect my boundaries I also dont like the idea of sitters because so many people in the community that we have encountered have bad intentions, but there's nothing else i can think of rn

☆ ・Space station boundaries ! ˖ ˒

Combined︰We are engaged and not seeking romantic or platonic littles/cgs! Dms open for anyone +16 or -26. If interested, interact with our posts, as random messages can be uncomfortable. If you would like to be moots/friends, please at least interact with our posts first

🦊Little Dipper︰Please use tonetags when directing asks towards me. Please Ask before DM-ing me on my personal blog @babis-little-corner and i will let you know! If you notice I interact with something not SFW, please let me know! Do not use any nicknames in asks/dms unless we are close/moots. My CG doesn't appreciate people we are not close with trying to call me things like "little one" "cutie" etc, and quite Franky neither do I...

🦌 Big Dipper︰Please Do not ask me to be your cg, I’m Happily caring for Finn and only Finn, I don’t have all that many boundaries just don’t do anything that’s gonna upset Finn and you’re alright with me!

☆ ・Dark Matter DNI ! ˖ ˒

Whats a DNI? These are "Do not interact" boundaries, this means that if your blog meets any of these criteria you may be blocked\banned\removed from a persons socials. Below are my DNI's so make sure to read them!

・Are anti-agere/agedre(or petre/petdre), an NSFW blog/"SFW" kink blogs like Dd!g/abd!/md!b and other variants. Are an 18+ only blog, Terf, etc. Anything that you would not show a child does not belong here ・Bigoted individuals or peoples that believe in Anti-LGBTQIA+, Pro-ana, Pro-SH, Anti-recovery, MIKs or MAPs, Extreme left/right views, Pro-life, Pro-war, transmed, Pro-mia, Anti-Neos/Xenos. ・Over the age of 27. While you could be a regression blog, and completely SFW, individuals over the age of 27 can become a trigger due to my PTSD. Minors are always welcome, although we will most likely not follow back ・Are a blank blog. This means no banner, profile pictures, posts or names. Blogs like those tend to become a problem and we don't wish to deal with it.

We will block liberally

☆ ・Rover Regression info ! ˖ ˒

🦊 Little Dipper︰I am a flip-leaning regressor, regressing from 0-4. I am a sleepy but bubbly regressor, mostly using items like pacifiers. Despite my trauma, I can regress for small periods of time while assisted, but its a great start and hopefully when FD and I live together it'll boost my regression more!

🦌 Big Dipper︰I am Finns CG, and I love my babi bear! I do everything I can to make sure they feel safe and comfy here when regressing, as well as when they aren't

Sitter views︰We do not see sitters as something either of us would want to be apart of unless it was us sitting for/being sat by someone we know very well. My current sitter is @sleeplessjunkie Who generally just regresses with me when bubby is gone while we play games !!!! We will either talk a lot or not at all, and thats ok bc talk is hard! (we're both autistic)

☆ ・Solar System Sillies ! ˖ ˒

Posting schedule ish︰(Finn has a problem with keeping ideas up, so im going to try and reduce the amount of things being posted by me!)

✩⸜⸜ Affirmation Monday ✩⸜⸜ Text post Tuesday ✩⸜⸜ Worksheet Wednesday ✩⸜⸜ Reblog Thursday ✩⸜⸜ Funday Friday ✩⸜⸜ Refresh Saturday ✩⸜⸜ Shoutout Sunday

Our anon list!︰✨, (☀🐝), 🩷, 🍥, 🦭

Send us an ask to claim an emoji and show up here! <3

Linkies!︰

Pronouns Page ⸜⸜ Finns pronouns Instagram ⸜⸜ Alphabet Paci's Shop Agere twitch ⸜⸜ Alphabet Soup The Hundred Acre Woods (discord)⸜⸜ Discord.gg/hundredacrewoods Littlewavez (discord)⸜⸜ Discord.gg/Littlewavez

🛰️ ⸜ ⸜ Thank you for reading! - The space station team ! (tags below)

[starboysotherwoman]

Hi!

So my old account got t’d so I have to start over on this one.

My old account was @maudek

I’m actually so upset bc I had gotten to over 200 followers and over 10k likes… I didn’t have any muts I talked to but I really valued my followers.

Anyways I’ll do an introduction:

My name is Maude

I’m 16

5’6

Sw: 133

Cw: 125

Gw: 115

I’ve never been diagnosed with an ed but I fast 22hrs everyday and exercise 2hrs like every other day. I’ve never been big but I’ve always been bigger than skinny people. I’m very jealous of people with naturally fast metabolisms and self control.

My biggest motivations are:

- my sister (she’s the skinny sister and she says a bunch of triggering things to me)

- my friend (she had(still has but she says she’s better) an 3d so everyone is extra nice to her about her mental health but im not sick enough for them to care)

- literally just that I’ve gained weight and I hate myself

- I don’t have much control over my home life and my family makes me mad so I want to make them feel bad

- obviously I just want to be pretty and my face is so fat so if I want to be pretty in the face I have to lose weight

- I’ve never had a bf but I want one and all the boys at my school are skinny and there’s no way I’m going to bigger than my bf. Also I just really like skinny guys.

That’s just a few reason. Also I’m pro recovery. But yeah thanks.