#or if an overweight person so much as looks at them more than once

[lazorsandparadox]

Every piece of furniture needs to have a weight limit of like 800 pounds and i am not kidding

[burrcapts]

Puffing Past Your Prime

Oh man, Zach just loved whenever this happened! Ever since their social media app took off and reached top 5 most downloaded in the whole country people started inviting him to spots like this all the time. Was this one some posh restaurant? Cafe? Gentleman's club? Honestly, he had no idea, he simply received an email the other day from one of their investors that the people here asked about him and would like him to become a regular member. 

Naturally Zach had zero real interest in bougie crap like that, but usually he actually found it kind of funny to see the reactions of all those stuck up old men in suits whenever they saw him strutting into their elite clubs wearing nothing other than a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans with holes in them. More than once some of those pricks even tried to have him kicked out. But the staff at establishments like this seemed to be quite good at keeping tabs on the guests’ net worth so often they ended up sucking up to him rather than the old farts.

The waiters here were giving off a somewhat different vibe though… If Zach hadn't noticed that those few men who were always on the move, carrying trays around were wearing bow ties rather than neckties, he definitely wouldn't have been able to tell them apart from the regular guests! Places like this often looked kind of samey with everyone being old and wearing boring suits, but this was like a whole next level!

Zach had only just realized, but holy crap, there hasn't been a single person in the entire room who didn't have a ridiculously huge beard! He hadn't shaved since last week so technically maybe he was included in this, but his definitely wasn't as grey or white as theirs! The shades of their beards, the levels of baldness and the colors of their suits was pretty much the only thing that differentiated each one of them!

But one other interesting thing was that they were all smoking pipes! Even the waiters were having a puff while moving around and chatting with the guests. Did Mike forget to mention that this was some super exclusive spot for pipe smokers? Whatever… honestly, the thing that Zach found the most annoying was how nobody seemed to be paying much attention to him here. He purposely tried to be as loud and obnoxious as possible, unmuting his phone and playing that dumb farming video game that was right ahead of them in most app stores. Yet even then, the best reaction he got was some of them briefly looking at him with amused faces for a moment before returning to their previous activities and conversations.

“Good day, I sincerely apologize for the delay in attending to you Mr Bennett. My name is Theodore and I am the director of hospitality at our establishment. We are so delighted that you could pay us a visit today. I assure you that our staff will do everything in our power to make your induction to the club a truly exceptional experience!”

Just when Zach was starting to consider bailing out of here those two guys appeared right in front of him seemingly out of nowhere! The one speaking in an eloquent and surprisingly resonant voice was ridiculously huge, tall as hell, with a colossal belly like pretty much all of them. While somewhat shorter yet definitely still quite decently overweight one, standing a few steps behind him must have been a subordinate of his. 

Zach began to explain that this was a misunderstanding because he had no interest whatsoever  in joining their club or anything, but despite the very hospitable and eloquent welcome neither of them seemed to be paying much attention to whatever he said as they talked between each other.

“Shall I fetch one of the pipes, Sir?”

“Oh, naturally Sebastian, forthwith!”

“What kind, Sir?”

“Mmm… I surmise that one of the sluttier variety might be the most suitable for Mr Bennett, then he will naturally feel inclined to introduce numerous new, virile members to our association so they could fuck his slutty hole on the regular. Oh… one moment… yes, while I would certainly prefer him on the heavyset side so that ass of his grows truly colossal, why don't we also make him into a bit of a cum guzzling cock whore while we’re at it? Let's ensure that he always has either the stem of a pipe or a huge, turgid fuckstick between his lips! Do you think you can find a suitable one Sebastian?”

“Certainly Sir, I will return with one promptly!”

Hearing this guy say all those perverted, ridiculous things in the exact, same cultivated and graceful Männer as if he was some kind of a sommelier talking about an expensive bottle of wine would have been quite hilarious if his body language didn't make it immediately obvious that he wasn't planning on letting Zach leave until the other waiter was back. It was only now that all those old farts who were sitting all around were finally turning their heads towards him, watching the scene with utmost fascination.

Zach shouted at them to get the security because this guy was totally crazy but nobody budged at all. Rather than being concerned they seemed to find him freaking out so much more endearing than anything. When it became clear that they were all in on it too, Zach pulled out his phone and warned that huge guy that if he didn't let him go, he would call the cops.

Only then, something that temporarily broke Zach's brain proceeded to take place. Theodore took a deep puff from his pipe and then exhaled a tiny cloud of smoke towards Zach's hand that was holding the phone. It was just small enough to completely obscure it and even though Zach knew it was merely just smoke he instinctively tried to clutch the phone tighter within his fingers, only to find them clenching into fist! What the hell?! He waved the smoke away but his hand was completely empty!!!

“What the fuck?! How did you do that?!”

“Please Mr Bennett, turning a cellphone into a puff of smoke is merely a small parlor trick. Very soon you will have a chance to witness a far more impressive metamorphosis… Oh, would you look at that, Sebastian is already approaching with your pipe right on time!”

At that moment Zach remembered thinking it was kind of strange how this guy phrased it as ‘his pipe’ but as he caught a glimpse of what the other waiter was carrying on a tray, he understood straight away. It stood there, right on top of a highly adorned, golden stand, his pipe! It was like love at first sight. He never even thought about smoking one before but now they were going to be, no, they already were, completely inseparable! Its stem was placed between his teeth first thing in the morning and only left its rightful spot when he was ready to fall asleep!

A jovial, cheerful laughter spread across the room at the immediate change in Zach's demeanor as though all those men were now recalling some very fond memory of their own. On some level he understood that what was going on right now was totally crazy, but as if under some kind of a magical spell, he couldn't help himself when Theodore offered the pipe to him. 

Even thanking the man when he offered him a lit match so he could puff the pipe to life. Which Zach proceeded to do without a slightest hitch like a seasoned smoker. That also surprised him, but there wasn't much of a chance to ask himself why he knew how to do it so expertly because as soon as it was lit, he found himself greedily sucking on the stem and moaning in blissful pleasure. 

Oh gosh, he knew that this was his first time ever, but he felt like a drug addict getting his fix. It was just delightful, such a rich flavor! Sebastian always picked out only the finest tobacco! Zach moaned again, he was in heaven, his head was swimming as he started feeling warm and so… profoundly turned on! If he hadn't been in public, he would have already been reaching for his cock, but then again, so many of the men sitting around them already had theirs out and were merrily stroking while laying back in their big, leather armchairs and puffing along.

Sebastian was pitching a huge tent in his slacks and even Theodore was fondling himself with a satisfied smile. Zach noticed that, the first thought that popped into his head was how much he hoped they would pull them out soon so he could suck them both dry the moment he was finished with this bowl. Mmm, he just loved sucking off the other sexy gents at the club, he was such a cum guzzling cock whore and absolutely proud of it! 

Zach was just about to ask them to stop teasing him and whip them out next when he suddenly realized that he'd heard those words before. ‘Cum guzzling cock whore', that's what Theodore had said when he was instructing Sebastian what pipe he should fetch! Holy shit!

Now that the shivers started running down his spine at the terrifying, unbelievable implications of all of this and the abrupt shock partially outweighed the still persisting horniness flooding his head. Zach had the chance to take notice of just how uncomfortably tight his clothes were feeling right now. He'd managed to peel his eyes away from the bearded waiters’ sizable bulges, only to immediately regret it as he discovered a massive  gut sticking out from underneath his shirt.

Not only was it extremely hirsute, but all of the body fur was completely white! It made him look like some ridiculously fat grandpa! His shirt was rolling up so much that it could be mistaken for the top half of a bikini, which seemed awfully suitable because Zach could see it stretching over a pair of absolutely enormous man boobs!

As his eyes grew wide in disbelief, he instinctively took a deep puff from the pipe to calm his nerves, only to find the belly instantaneously swelling even further in size. The shirt splitting at the front and letting his huge, chubby tits to flop down on it like on top of a wide, spacious shelf. God… he was so fucking hot! Those were the first words that appeared in Zach's head, and for the life of him, he couldn't bring himself to deny them.

Somehow in mere moments since putting this pipe in his mouth, an old, fat, bearded man became his absolute ideal of beauty. Zach saw how wonderfully chubby his fingers were now and after admiring the soft, white hairs growing on each knuckle, brought them closer to his mouth. Much to his delight he discovered it surrounded by copious amounts of silky, delicate facial fur. He took a deep inhale and then began gently blowing the smoke into his palm, as if trying to catch it and massage it into his beard. Loving the feeling of it growing longer and more luxuriant between his fingers. Oh god… what was happening to him?! Why couldn't he stop?!

“What the fuck have you done to me?!”

Zach cried out before inevitably returning to exploring his growing and expanding body practically right away. One hand caressing his belly while the other reached for his swollen cock, completely overcome by pleasure.

“Nothing that any of us hadn't experienced when we were first initiated into the club, Mr Bennett. It is quite an honor, while our plans are to ideally connect all men worldwide to their destined pipes one day, understandably we first needed to prioritize those with the means to help us achieve that goal…”

He instantly understood why those bastards had invited him here. It was about his social media site! They wanted to use it to spread this shit… and make more sexy, pipe smoking gents… Zach felt a sinking feeling in his stomach when he realized that he was already thinking of all the different features they could implement in the future to spark an interest in their pipes in every single man who had ever registered. And he knew that once they had their first puff, it would then remain as their habit forever.

No… he couldn’t… and yet he was tugging on his cock even faster now, taking deeper and deeper puffs of smoke, finding it so marvelous how those big, hazy plumes were slowly escaping from between his lips whenever he parted them. He was sure that his users were going to find it just as enchanting too once he tweaks the algorithm a little and makes sure that their feeds are filled with nothing but videos and pictures of sexy, bearded gents having a puff as they play with their meat.

The temptation to join them soon becoming truly irresistible, but for that they will of course need a pipe of their own. Zachary moaned in profound arousal, knowing full well that even if a few were to, by some miracle manage to keep themselves from outright ordering one free of charge from their special internet store, they still had collected enough metadata on all of them to ensure that one would be waiting at their doorstep the following day anyway.

Mmm… Zachary couldn’t take this… he began picturing all those mesmerizing, big bellied, bearded gentlemen with their pipes! First filling the feeds of his website, then the streets of the cities all around the globe… introducing everyone they knew into this lovely habit… the biggest cloud of smoke yet had erupted from his mouth as he moaned deeply, his stubby cock twitching and spraying his massive, hairy thighs with creamy, white seed. And he simply could not wait to suck them all off one by one!

***

Zachary was quite amused to find himself back right in his personal office. Of course nobody from among his colleagues had recognized him, but when he suddenly stepped out of the elevator wearing this expensive looking, extravagant suit and holding a heavy suitcase, they must have assumed he was an important investor and asked him to wait for someone right here since, as he very well knew, that one room was still by far the most presentable part of the entire workplace that hadn’t changed much from the days when they were only a small start up.

Naturally nobody could get ahold of ‘Zach’ as his cell phone had vanished and all calls were going straight to voicemail, so the honor of entertaining him fell on Aaron, their CTO. Zachary was actually quite impressed by just how quickly his friend had managed to catch on to everything after he began recounting the events of the previous day. But fortunately Zachary had a chance to personally assist Sebastian and Theodore with picking out just the perfect pipe for him. Even though Aaron knew just what was coming, he couldn't possibly resist his invitation to have a small puff together. Or for that matter to later allow Zachary to wrap his lips around his engorged, stubby cock as they pondered about this exciting new direction for their company, and even more importantly, the best way to introduce their colleagues to all those pipes waiting for them in his suitcase.

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[prettydeadwriter]

Bolin x Plus Size!Reader

a / n : in this mini HCS it's mainly just how I think he'd be with a plus size / overweight reader !! I'm personally plus size / overweight n thought this would be a sweet little treat for the other bigger people who love this dork

I will say this is kinda all over the place. it's 4:30 am, I'm sleepy and shaky bc of insomnia n this is mainly just some sweet fluff. most is just them in their relationship too :3

Let's be honest this boy will love just about anyone. doesn't matter looks as much as it does personality.

when he first meets you how you hold yourself — whether confident or shy — he takes interest!! this boy bout falls in love with you when you hug him for the first time months into the blooming friendship.

Bolin can understand insecurity. he sometimes feels he isn't enough either so if you're insecure about your chubby body, or your possibly any part of your body that you've deemed 'too big', he's very understanding and suggests talking to him about it.

he really cares, he wants to be there for you like you are for him so when he notices this insecurity he's quick to tell you he's there.

"just so you know, you can always talk to me you know?"

once you feel comfortable telling him about these insecurities — if you have them — he's listening with a caring stare and a hand on yours as he listens so intently. he never forgets what you said and always tries to pay attention to the parts you're insecure about, said parts becoming his absolute favorites when he looks at you.

if you're not insecure he doesn't mind either!!! he loves that you view yourself so well and that it doesn't affect you!! it makes him extremely happy that you're comfortable in your own skin because it means you're not struggling with this specific part. if you struggle occasionally and Bolin learns of this he's quick to come to comfort and remind you how pretty you are.

dates are fun!! he loves park dates but he prefers a nice date at home. don't get him wrong he loves going out to eat, he loves showing you off even more. but having the comfort of sitting on the couch, eating something homemade or takeout, maybe a mover is put on or you're both listening to the radio while cuddling.

Bolin himself , in my opinion , has a bit of a chub on his belly. it's more like muscle that's soft that looks like chub than actual chub/fat but still. he almost giggles if you like to play with his 'chub', even finds it affectionate when you do it and often will give you kisses in return

his favorite activity ever to do is to cook together. personally I don't think he's a great cook, ask him to cook something and it's likely a little burnt but he can boil water!! though seriously he's an ok cook, he's better at being the one to chop things up and let you cook than being the one seasoning or mixing things up.

he loves to hold you from behind with his hands holding your sides softly while he rocks you both side to side as you'd focus on cooking the meal. he'd finished prepping all the ingredients for you a couple moments ago and now continued his routine of cuddling you, rocking side to side like her always did. it was always comforting and a nice way to spend time together.

he loves to be the big spoon with you!! he loves to hold you close and softly pepper the back of your neck in kisses as he focuses on helping you fall right to sleep.

to be continued maybe :3

uhmmm this is kinda short iggg

please like + reblog if you wanna, I appreciate anything that comes my way

this'll be reposted on AO3 once I get an acc since it'll take till april 14th for me to get the invite so ugh,,

otherwise - ask to repost my works , I may be willing to officially repost them myself but yea!!

hope you all enjoyed this, good night 🫶🏻

[scarybabe]

hi! this is a little rando but quite awhile ago you posted about each new fat cell you created sticking around forever and it’s been stuck in my head because we actually don’t make new fat cells as adults! the amount you create when your body is developing is the amount you have throughout your life :) ride or dies! so, you’re actually growing each fat cell that’s been in the blueprint of you since day one. pretty cute!! I believe that the fat cells in people with high body fat percentage replace themselves quicker when they reach the end of their lifespan than they do in people with less fat on their body. that’s partially why weight loss is harder the higher your starting point is. also, this may contribute to your ongoing struggles with easily gaining weight. if you weren’t overweight during early childhood development you simply have less fat cells to stretch. you might just not be predisposed to have a fat body…even though it looks so so good on you.

I know you didn’t ask for a biology lesson but hey, it’s your fat, you should know what’s up w it!

adore you <3 this is literally only anon because I’m shy ab my obsession w bellies. wishing you all the best always!

Huh, we actually do make new fat cells as adults though 🥲 Check out this research paper that confirms what I remembered from college (bachelors in bio). Human biology used to be one of my special interests 🥰

Also I totally had the same thought that because I was pretty slender up until college, gaining weight is way harder because I’m constantly working against a low natural set point of fat cells. I had always eaten pretty much whatever and maintained a low to mid of “normal” BMI (air quotes because bmi is BS)

In case you want to read! Here’s another article updated in 2022 - even more recent. You are partially right in the average person will have a somewhat constant number of fat cells our entire life, but actually the fat cell population is constantly dying and being regrown. The fat cell count is not constant because we have the same exact physical cells we grow and develop in adolescence - there is various rates of cell turnover (replacement).

This is also an interesting article about how how weight gain can affect fat cells! Research seems a little contradictory but logically from what I know about cell biology/the anatomy of the cell, it make more sense for the fat cell count to be elevated above normal if someone gains a significant amount (ex. double or triple starting weight)

[blushweddinggowns]

Nancy had to give it to him. In around a few months time, Steve had her wrapped around his finger just as much as every other girl in school, maybe even more so. She hadn’t even meant for it to happen! She had tried to keep things in a strict tutor/student zone but then Steve had to be all…him. He had looked so devastated when he realized they had classes together, and the way he tried to make up for it was too cute for words. 

She just…never thought he would be the way he was. Before they’d met she just knew him as basically Eddie Munson’s personal bodyguard, who just happened to be too hot and good at sports to completely fall out of popularity. He was notorious for being a master at making people cry, and was surprisingly quick-witted for someone who had never gotten above a C- in English. He was a heartbreaker with a killer smile and a horrible attitude. So how did all of that end in Steve Harrington being the sweetest guy she’d ever met?

The massive crush she had on him was completely out of her control. It was his fault for being all nice and funny and handsome and…God. She sounded like the girls she and Barb used to make fun of. They used to call it the Harrington disease. Nancy just hadn't realized how contagious it really was. 

Though she stood by the fact that whatever was going on between her and Steve was different. She had heard a lot of rumors about what it was like dating Steve Harrington, and most of them involved him being all handsome and charming until he got what he wanted, then he’d dump you first thing. The others were a little weirder, stories about him being completly standoffish and maybe even a little germaphobic? There were some girls that swore that he never even kissed them during their short time together and they would have to fight for something as insiginfigant as a hug. Nancy wasn’t quite sure who to believe, no one did. Steve was kind of mysterious like that, another reason why so many girls were obsessed with him.

But with Nancy, it didn’t feel like he was using her for something else. It didn’t even feel like Steve was purposefully romancing her. They had gone from a study session once a week to actually being friends. They ate lunch together nearly everyday, she was invited over to movie nights with him and Eddie, which was great for when Barb was stuck at band practice. He even started taking her to school in the morning sometimes. And she always got to pick the music, no matter how much Eddie jokingly whined about it.

How could she not like him? Hell, she even liked how good he was to his friends, especially Eddie. The two of them were nearly inseparable and it never mattered to Steve that Eddie was…well, pretty far below him in the world of high school cliques. And it’s not that Nancy thought Steve could do better. Eddie was great! They were good for each other, especially after he told her more of how they first met as kids. It made a lot more sense on why Steve was so protective over him, and why he got so pissed when people acted like they couldn’t understand what Steve saw in him. 

It was the same way some people looked at her and Barb. And Nancy hated that. Like being twenty pounds overweight was some kind of crime. But Steve never looked at Barb with disgust. He knew what it was like to see people for who they were; he understood the value in that. And he was always so nice to her. Steve wasn’t the first guy who had wandered into Nancy's life, but he was the first one who didn’t try to box her best friend out at every oppruntunity. 

She loved that about him. She kind of loved everything about him. The past two months had been the most fun of her young life. Because Steve was fun and so much better than she had ever imagined. 

And while technically, they weren’t officially dating it still felt like something was going to happen, and happen soon. Maybe then they would get some more alone time without Eddie around. And she liked Eddie! She really did. He was hilarious, impossible to embarrass and weird as all hell, but it worked. He was a sweet guy when you got right down to it, even if he was a little on the scary side. She just…liked Steve more. A lot more. 

Everything with him just felt so…good. Like they were just falling for each other naturally. They just needed a small push to get them past the friend zone.

“Earth to Nancy? Hello?”

The sound of Barb’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She had a brow raised at her, hand on her hip as she waited for an answer to a question that Nancy had definitly not been paying attention to.

But Barb saw right through her. She always saw right through her, “You weren’t even listening were you?”

“Sorry, sorry, I was just-”

“Thinking about Steve. Yeah, I know.”

Nancy leaned against the locker with a pout, “Come on! I think he might like me. Like, like me like me.”

Barb sighed, just the slightest bit annoyed. Though in her defense Nancy had probably said that same sentence ten times in the past 4 hours, “Nancy he’s a player. And yeah he’s nice and I’ll give it you that he’s not nearly as annoying as we thought he’d be, but can’t you get with someone who isn't so…out there?”

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Yeah because so many guys are just dying to get with me. And what do you mean out there? He’s totally normal.”

“Are you actually trying to tell me that Steve Harrington is normal? The dude who has dated the entire cheerleading squad? The guy who laced Alex’s weed with acid last year for looking at Eddie wrong? That guy?”

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Oh come on! Rumors like that are almost never true. And they were never able to prove the Alex thing! And everyone knows the Carvers will say anything for attention.”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I won’t! Come on, you know me. I would never get involved with someone who's actually dangerous. Do you really think he’d hurt me?”

Barb groaned, “You know what I mean! Not physically but yeah. Emotionally I think he can cause some damage. I’m not even saying he’d do it on purpose! But-”

“But nothing,” Nancy interrupted, “Look as sweet as it is that you’re worried about me I’ll be fine. And Steve’s a good guy. You know he’s a good guy. I mean god, you guys have hung out without me before! Doesn’t that show that he’s not just trying to use me?”

“That was one time! And it was literally just a ride home after band practice!”

“And was he or was he not the perfect gentleman?” 

Barb sighed, “Okay, fine. In the vacuum of what we’ve seen he’s fantastic. I’ll give you that. But we don’t live in a vacum! And I just think there are some…things that you purposely don’t want to see.”

Ok, now she was just grasping at straws, “Well maybe I’ll have a chance to see them this weekend. Did I tell you that he invited us to a party at his house Friday? I think he’s finally going to ask me out.”

Barb narrowed her eyes at her, “Invited us or invited you and you made him include me?”

“I mean us. He said your name thank you very much. Plus, Eddie’s going to be there too. You know I would never third wheel you like that.”

Barb narrowed her eyes at her, “Oh but you’d take me as your Eddie buffer? Are you serious?”

“What? He’s nice!” Nancy exclaimed as she started dragging Barb towards their next period. They were going to be late at this rate, but she needed to know that she was going to come. Half because…yes she needed an Eddie buffer but mostly because she just wanted her there. And on the off chance that Barb was right and this was all a terrible idea, having her there would certainly soften the blow. And she knew Eddie would make it his personal mission for her to have fun, so it was a win-win in Nancy’s book. 

“I’m not saying he’s not! But he’s kind of…intense isn’t he? Especially when it comes to Steve. They both are. It’s always Steve and Eddie. Eddie and Steve. Don’t you think…that’s kind of weird?”

Nancy rolled her eyes, aware of exactly where Barb was going with that one. Tommy Hagan had been making it his personal mission to convince the whole school that those two were gay for each other, like a little creep. No one really believed him anymore, not after Steve’s dating rap sheet started, but it still came up every now and then. 

“Well we’re always Nancy and Barb and Barb and Nancy. Is that weird?”

Barb opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, a tell-tale sign that Nancy got her, “I-okay. You win that one.”

“So you’ll go?” Nancy asked, as they sat down at their desks, barely beating the bell.

Barb smiled at her, reaching out to ruffle her hair a bit, laughing when Nancy batted her hand away, “Yes, I’ll go. But if you ditch me to make-out with Steve I’m going to be so pissed.”

Nancy grinned, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

When Friday rolled around Nancy was beyond excited. It was the first time she had ever snuck out of her house and so far, it had turned out to be very worth it. She was having the time of her life, and so was Barb thank god. The alcohol had certainly helped even if it turned out that beer tasted horrible. She was actually glad that Steve had taken the firm stance to limit them at two each.

“I don’t want your first brush with alcohol to end with you puking in the pool like mine did,” He had said with a laugh when Barb asked about it, “You ladies are better than that!”

Eddie had immediately taken that as permission to call Steve a grandpa, but Nancy thought it was sweet. And it took a little bit of the pressure off. This wasn’t exactly a party in the traditional movie sense, but it was the first time Nancy had been with boys her age completely unsupervised. Plus it was better than the movie version anyway, way more calm and comfortable. They spent nearly two hours playing truth or dare in their backyard, all of it culminating in Nancy pushing both boys into the pool, then Barb pushing her.

She was the only one who managed to stay dry and then proceeded to be the judge of all of their subsequent swimming races. She was always sure that Nancy was the winner, no matter how far behind she’d been. They all had to get out eventually and Nancy was not above rubbing how much fun they were having in Barb’s face when the boys left to get towels. 

She shook out some of her wet hair right over her, giggling when Barb yelped at the cold feeling, “I told you it would be fun.”

Barb tilted her head back to look up at her with a grin, “Yeah, yeah. You win this round Wheeler.”

“And I might just win a boyfriend tonight too. But now I’m freezing. You want to come inside with me?”

Barb shook her head, “In a little bit. Feels nice out here.”

She was perched on the end of the diving board, feet dipping into the water. She looked happy, happy and relaxed and Nancy couldn’t help but preen at that a little. Who would have thought that getting her best friend out of her shell would actually pay off? 

She walked back into the house calling out, “Steve? Where’d you go?”

She smiled when he suddenly popped his head around the corner, towel in hand with Eddie in tow. He handed it over to her before looking her up and down, “God you look like you’re five minutes away from freezing to death. I probably have something you can wear? So you can stay warm while your clothes dry. It might swallow you whole but it’s something.”

“Uh, sure!” Nancy said, way too loudly. But the idea of wearing Steve’s clothes was making her feel some type of way. And his smile wasn’t helping things either. He pointed her up the stairs, taking a second before following behind. She watched as he started to dig through his drawers, noticing for the first time just how easy it was to make out the muscles of his translucent shirt.

God, this guy was going to give her a heart attack. 

He kept his back turned while she changed, which was a plus for her. Because the last thing she needed was him seeing her sniff his shirt like a creep. But it smelled just like him. And her wearing his clothes had to mean something right?  

“Okay, I’m done,” She shakily said, nerves back in full force, “Do…you want to head back downstairs?”

Say no, say no, say no.

“Actually…would you mind if we just talked for a second?”

Nancy nodded, not trusting herself to speak as she watched Steve sit on his bed, patting the spot next to him. She almost tripped in her haste to get over there, but lucky for her Steve missed it. He was too busy staring at the ground. He looked…nervous. He actually looked nervous because of Nancy.

He took a deep breath before starting, still refusing to look at her, “Nancy I…well. Okay. You know, I’ve never met a girl like you before, right? You just…seem really open-minded. And smart, but like in a real way. If that makes any sense. I like that about you.”

He was going to do it, Steve Harrington was going to ask her to be his girlfriend, officially.

“And I think I really want you in my life, but…I don’t want to lead you on.”

Huh?

Nancy furrowed her brow, confused and more than a little bit worried on where this conversation was going, “Lead me on?”

Steve nodded, “Have you ever um…heard those rumors? About Eddie and I?”

“Which rumors?”

Steve sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, and for the first time Nancy realized he was actually shaking, “About us, uh, doing stuff? Like…being gay?”

Was that what this was about? Was he afraid she thought he was gay? 

“Steve, no one believes that. You have nothing to worry about-”

“They’re true.”

Nancy could feel her heart stop in her chest. She was surprised she managed to say anything, let alone something that was coherent, “W-what?”

He still wasn’t looking at her, “It’s true. We’re gay. For um, eachother. And have been for years. Well that’s not even right. We’re like…in love. Like really, really in love. And it’s not a phase, it’s not an experiment. I just love him and he loves me.”

Nancy stared at him, mouth hanging open while a million and one thoughts raced through her head. But she couldn’t focus on any of them because he was still talking. 

“And I know that’s probably like really out there because of all of the other crap people say but I’m not some kind of Casanova. I haven’t even had sex with a girl before. All of those dates never got past first base, if that. But we needed a way to not be obvious so that’s how that happened.”

Nancy had never felt dumber in her entire life. 

“And I really like you Nancy, and I felt like you deserved to know because I want us to be friends. Like real friends and…you’re the first person I’ve ever actually told this too, because it just feels like I can trust you and…yeah. So um, yeah. That’s about it.”

He finally turned to look at her and the hopeful look on his face was too much for her to handle. She was on her feet before she even know what she was doing. But one thing was for sure, she needed to get out of here before she started fucking crying. 

“Are you okay?”

Nancy ignored the question, half because she was very close to being choked up and half because she could barely hear anything through the blood rushing through her ears. 

“It’s getting late!” She said instead as she backed her way to the door, “And I should probably go find Barb a-and I won’t tell anyone so sure! We’re good!”

“But wait, you’re clothes-”

Nancy was already out the door before he could finish his sentence. She raced downstairs, stopping when she was suddenly face to face with Eddie. Steve’s Eddie. Because they were together and she was delusional apparently. 

He narrowed her eyes at her, “Uh, are you okay?”

“I-It’s fine! I’m fine!” She reassured as she hurriedly put on her shoes. Somewhere in the back of her head she was aware that Barb was probably still out back, but she couldn’t risk going out there to get her. One more look at Steve and she’d start breaking down, and she was not going to die of embarassment on top of everything tonight, thank you very much. 

She went for the door, pausing to look back at Eddie. He looked…hurt. Which was not helping how messed up she felt inside, but it did get her mouth moving, “And I um, won’t tell anyone so you don’t have to worry. I um, yeah. Bye.”

“Wait, I can give you a ride-”

But Nancy was already on the other side of the door before he could finish. Was walking home in the middle of the night in November a good idea? No, but was she still going to do it? God, yes. 

She barely made it a block away before she was crying. But at least she was alone. She didn’t do crying infront of other people. Not even Barb. Barb who she freaking just left to deal with the awkward aftermath in her place. God, she was going to be so pissed at her. 

And then she’d have to explain the whole stupid thing to her. Except she couldn’t. Because that wasn’t the kind of thing you could tell other people was it? 

She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked, sniffling. She was happy that Steve had at least chosen a sweatshirt for her, otherwise she might actually be at risk for hypothermia here. God, she was still wearing his stupid clothes. She can’t believe she thought that meant something. None of what happened between them ever meant anything. 

The guy she was on the verge of being in love with was freaking gay. Gay and taken. Every time the three of them had been together she had been the unknowing third wheel, completely deluding herself. And Barb had warned her. She had fucking said not to get her hopes up and here she was, being a moron and leaving her to clean up the mess.

God, she was awful. She was too depressed to go through the effort of sneaking through her window. She just went through the front door instead, beyond grateful that her parents slept like the dead. The first thing she did was change, because the thought of smelling like Steve all night made her sick. She crawled into bed, praying beyond hope that she’d wake up the next day and this would all be a really bad dream.

~

Part 1 Part 1.5 Snippets from an unfished chapter of this fic

Part 3

This whole saga will have one more part that does not end sadly! Except for Barb dying but blame the duffers for that one.

@a-little-unsteddie @ghost--enthusiast @jestyzesty

@dustcommander @attic-cat-blog @dinosareawesome2137

@obsessivlyme @missarte-beltane

[epigstolary]

Hi! 1) I love all your stories 2) I'm super happy to see that your asks are open because I've been thinking of a scenario lately

Someone who likes gaining but promised themselves they'd only gain a few pounds, just to try it out, see how they like it. Turns out they love it even more than they anticipated.

But as fun as rapid gaining is, it's starting to scare them how quickly the weight is piling on when they hit 100lbs gained after just a year. They promise themselves to slow down a bit now, but they no longer seem to be able to control their hunger.

If anything their gain speeds up.

Itchy, red stretch marks cover their ever larger belly. And if they weren't already in enough trouble, their mobility is starting to take a nose dive.

At first they'd just get out of breath a bit easier and maybe they'd find their legs were a bit stiff after a day lots of walking. The distances that would happen at got shorter and shorter. Within a scarily short time going up just one flight of stairs left them panting. Then needing to take a break just half-way up.

Other things got more difficult too. Finding clothes that fit, replacing furniture that didn't stand a chance against their increasing weight. 'The couch was ten years old,' they tell themselves, 'the frame had to crack eventually.'

Embarrassingly even masturbating has gotten harder. Not only has their belly grown so much as to cover their thighs, no there's also a thick fat pad, that's buried the very parts they're trying to reach.

And worst of all? It turns them on more and more with every passing day.

Love’s not really love unless it scares you a little, right? That’s been my experience in relationships, anyway. And the same goes for hobbies too. I love food. And… I even love getting fatter. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t getting a little scary.

I’m probably being silly, though. There’s no reason to be scared just because you’re the fattest person in your friend group, right? Even if it’s by a lot? No reason to be worried that you’ve outgrown all your clothes, twice over now. In about a year. It’s really common to not be able to exercise like you used to, too — nothing to be worried about. Even when you can’t make it upstairs all in one go. Or to the fridge and back without breathing heavily. Everyone’s broken a chair or a couch sometime, right? Isn’t that a silly thing to be concerned about?

It’d be different if I were one of those really fat people — then I’d need to be worried. If I had such a big belly I couldn’t reach the bottom of it. But I still can, if I bend this way and reach… see? Even if there is more fat in the way than there used to be. Or if I needed something to help me carry my weight around. But I don’t; and I’ve only fallen and needed help getting up once or twice. When I look at those really overweight people now, though… they don’t seem to look that much bigger anymore for some reason.

But I’m sure my gains will level off before I get that size. Won’t they? What am I saying, of course they will. Even if I can’t get over how afraid I am they won’t stop.

…or how much I love what I’m afraid of.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

For the kiss ask, I will exercise some self control and ask for only one, even if I want to ask for like twenty 😅

For the pairing, I'm thinking Frankie and Bonnie (which oddly enough, the last time you did a prompt ask, I requested the same pair) and #27 "Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other's lap". Please and thank you 😄

Thanks very much for the ask! Oh, Frankie and Bonnie, how I've missed them! I'm happy you decided to go with those two.

Pairing: Frankie x chubby!reader (aka Bonnie). For more of this pair, go to my Forever Starts With You masterlist.

Warnings: reader is self conscious in a swimsuit but everything is fine because Frankie is perfect, and then there's kissing.

Summary: You and Frankie go to a pool party.

Okay so that gif is not by a pool but whatever

You have no idea how Frankie got you to agree to this. This is literally your nightmare.

The sun is shining, the audio system is pumping out something upbeat, people are talking and laughing – and everyone is in swimwear, or something tiny and summery. And no one is fat, of course, no one except you.

One of Frankie’s military buddies invited the two of you to a pool party and it’s really not your scene, least of all because of your size. You fretted for weeks before the party, went to the most expensive lingerie store in town and bought a disgustingly expensive swimsuit that looks amazing on you – but you are still overweight. Your skin still turns lobster red in the sun. You spent even more money on a kaftan dress that you probably won’t wear again, and only then did Frankie realize that you were dreading the party.

”We don’t have to go,” he told you, but you shook your head.

”You want to go.”

Frankie loves the sun and summer. You don’t mind it but you burn easily and with your weight and body, everything is sweaty and slippery and uncomfortable in the summer. And to put your body on display like that.

”You don’t have to wear a swimsuit,” Frankie tried.

”Then everyone will know exactly how uncomfortable I am,” you pointed out. ”It’s a pool party, of course I have to wear a swimsuit!”

So here you are, in your expensive outfit, with sparkly sandals on your feet and a straw hat on your head, your flickering gaze hidden behind dark sunglasses.

”You look amazing,” Frankie assures you in a warm whisper at your ear. ”I’m proud as hell to have you by my side.”

His arm is around you, and you feel more confident as he kisses your cheek, before steering you to wards the host couple. You are introduced, your kaftan is admired, you’re handed drinks, you make small talk until the next guest arrives, and you can retire to the side. You wave at Benny, who’s in the pool with someone in a triangle bikini on his shoulders. She shrieks when he tosses her into the water.

”You wanna go swimming?” Frankie asks, but you shake your head.

”Absolutely not.” You sip the margarita, and make a little noise.

”Christ, this margarita is good.”

”Lemme have a taste.” Frankie’s holding a beer, but you hand him your drink, and he sips it, licking his lips as he hands it back to you.

”That thing’s deadly. Enough of those, and I’ll get you to not only come swimming with me, but also perform a whole musical, Bonnie.”

You scoff at the nickname his friends once gave you after a particularly wet night during which you performed Total Eclipse of the Heart.

”I learned my lesson that night,” you shudder. The hangover you suffered from the following day was epic and you have no wish to repeat it, ever.

You mingle, talking to people, getting another drink and some snacks. You relax as you realize what you already knew deep inside: nobody cares about your size and what you’re wearing, all everyone wants is to have a good time.

You stay later than expected, and when the sun has set and the pool area is lit up by string lights, you finally go swimming. The pool water is a little warmer than you prefer after a day of sunny weather, but that just makes it nicer to get out of the water, into the cooling night. You walk around the pool, heading for Frankie in a chaise lounge, and you smile widely when you see that he is ogling you, a new beer in hand. When you reach him, he reluctantly hands you a towel, like he doesn’t want you to cover up just yet.

”Good swim?” he asks you in a low voice that vibrates along the length of your spine. You have to lick your lips before you can answer.

”It was okay. The water was too warm.”

He makes a sympathetic grimace but says nothing more. Instead, you can see how he caresses the curves of your body with his eyes. You give him a little shove.

”Hey, stop eye-fucking me.”

”Never.”

He smirks at you, and you grin back.

”I don’t think this is the right place for that, baby.”

”Anywhere is the right place with you looking like that.”

You roll your eyes to let him know just what you think of him being so simple about a woman in a swimsuit. Frankie takes your hand and gives it a light tug.

”Come on, sit.” He pats his thighs with his other hand.

Normally, you would hesitate. Sitting on his lap, even in the privacy of your home, isn’t something you enjoy much, because of your weight. But you’ve had a great day, you’re crazy in love with him, and you’re buzzing from several margaritas over the course of the afternoon, so you yield. Sitting down, you carefully try to distribute your weight, but Frankie doesn’t care as he slips his arms around you, happily staring into your cleavage that is, conveniently enough, right in front of him.

”Perfect,” he sighs happily, and you have to giggle.

”You are such a man.”

”Totally am.” His finger traces a feathery line along your spine, making you shiver. ”And you don’t mind at all, do you?”

You have to admit that it boosts your self esteem to have him look at you like that.

”I mind that I’m sitting here all hot and pretty, and you haven’t kissed me once yet,” you tell him off, and Frankie laughs before leaning in to brush his lips against yours.

”You could have asked, querida.”

”I thought you were clever enough to understand what was expected of you,” you retort, your tongue flicking out at his lips.

”Clearly not...” His mouth closes over yours in a soft kiss before opening, moving a little, then closing again. You cup his cheek with one hand, the other losing itself in the curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie rests one hand on your wet thigh, innocent-looking enough, but his fingertips are digging a little into the soft flesh, reminding you of how he can grip you when his face is buries in the apex of your thighs. His other hand is on your lower back, making slow little circles on your wet skin as you kiss.

”Maybe it’s time we go home?” you suggest in a soft sigh against his lips. He smiles, and shakes his head.

”Not yet. I want to show you off a little longer. Okay?”

You smile back, cheeks feeling warm.

”Okay.”

[ceratosaurtalks]

While I'm working on my Honduran Milks bioactive, I did wanna take the time to talk about Links Bioactive. Link is my overweight[He's working on it! <3] Male Emergency re-home Ball Python. I typically avoid this species, but he's been a fantastic little Unicorn for me. So lets talk about Link's enclosure and how it works! Link is in a 4ft x 2ft x 2ft PVC Enclosure- this is the *minimum* size this species requires to thrive. His substrate is made up of a layer of perlite sitting at the bottom of his enclosure, this layer of perlite acts as a drainage layer. This drainage layer, which catches excess water that seeps through the substrate. It also helps with catching potentially bad bacteria, and helps with your plants roots! The rest of the substrate sitting ontop of that layer of perlite is a mix of Ecogro organic topsoil, Coco fiber, and Sphagnum moss. I cannot stress this enough, but if you choose to do a bio-active enclosure PLEASE be sure to choose a organic substrate!! Fertilized substrate can be toxic to your animal, this includes manure-based fertilizers. To promote healthy growth, I choose to use Coco fiber and Sphagnum Moss. The Coco fibe[Coco peat] Is a safer way to promote healthy soil for both your plant, and your animals, while the Sphagnum Moss is fantastic at holding water and Nutrients for your plants. The arguably biggest and most important part of this enclosure is the cleanup crew. Your cleanup crew will break down decaying plant matter and your animals feces and return it to the soil, as well as cleaning bacteria growth. Bio-actives cannot function in the long-run without a cleanup crew. The cleanup crew I chose consist of Dairy Cow isopods[Porcellio laevis], and Temperate Springtails[Collembola sp.]. You can Mix-and match your Isopods and Springtails as long as its a species that can tolerate the humidity and temps your animal requires, HOWEVER! Its important to note your Isopod species. I chose not to mix Isopods in this enclosure as Dairy cows are kinda known for being aggressive. For plants, ball Pythons are incredibly Bulldozery animals and will trample much of your flora. Needing hardy plants that could survive being trampled and occasionally uprooted was a must for him, and after thought and research, I ended up settling on these: Golden Pothos, Snake plants, and Jade Pothos. Some just overall incredibly hardy plants that, since having them, I've found fantastic success with surviving Links night-time pathing and assaults. I also have a Philodendron [Monstera adansonii,] in there, providing cover and clutter around and over his hot hide. I'm proud of this plant surviving so far, to say I added it with a specific reason would be a goddamn lie lmao I just loved how cool it looked. The fact it's survived and adapted for as long as it has is a miracle in of itself, and I wish great health amongst this trooper of a plant. I deep water once a week to keep my plants healthy and the soil moist enough for my isopods to thrive, with occasional spraying staggered through the week. Overall, this is how Links Bioactive tank is settup! Is this the only way to set up a Bioactive tank? Certainly not! There's plenty of ways you can setup a Bioactive. Does your animal absolutely NEED a bioactive enclosure? For a lot of animals that answers going to be no! It doesn't. Bio-active vs Non-bio-actives have their pros and cons that, maybe Ill ramble about in a later post. And probably talk on what a Bioactive even is and go into much more detail than I did here about how it works. But I chose Bioactive personally because the long-term upkeep is less costly and labor-inducing, and I just love the looks of them. AndICanHaveAsManyGoddamnIsopodsAsIWant<3

[brokenghostgirl1]

Hot Headed : 1                         

             You’re a very hotheaded individual and you keep to \yourself not wanting to be around people and wanting to be left alone most of the time. Till your introduced to squad 141. Having to be transferred took a tole but you grew less angry in the days to come. However, things don’t change for the better…

The moment you set foot on the base, you felt like you didn’t belong there. Based on your records, training, and skills? You were a perfect fit. Personality? Not so much.

Your dear friend Ash tried to get you out of your “shell” but it never worked. He would bring you to the group parties they would hold but you left after she would run to the dance floor.

Of course, some welcomed you, putting on your fake smile and at least them including you in things. But they soon stopped asking after you wouldn’t show up.

Ash was your friend straight out of college, back then you were much different. You loved being around people and having fun. But growing up was hard, being an overweight college kid got to you.

Being bullied wasn’t a thing for you, well kind of. The muscle heads would def stare a little too long at you. Finding a boyfriend wasn’t easy in those days. I mean you had one, but he was only dating you as a bet.

Once Ash found out she had someone beat the shit out of that boy, she wouldn’t tell you who though. Said it was her secret.

Now once you got into the military things were different. You had to make sure you were up at a certain time, not being late was crucial. Being late meant more PT and you weren’t having that; it became too much on your body.

Having your friend with you makes things easier, but when you separated that’s when you changed. You seen things and felt things you wish you could take back, but that’s not how the military works.

You made it back to Ash and she hardly knew you, you wore a mask most of the time to hide your scar. She saw it after a year, you didn’t think she was ready to see it. She wished you could’ve stayed with her, but she knew what you both signed up for.  

Someone once came into your room while you were with Ash and saw your face, you were pissed. After you almost beat him to death others started calling you Reaper. Reaper was the person you chose to become when you got angry or when you’re working. Y/N was no more.

Being with Ash made things better, she was helping you become more like yourself. Making a living in this place was hard on your mental state, it didn’t help, just made it worse.  Having Ash was like a blessing, but you felt like you where the one holding her back, you knew she wanted to leave but she was staying with you trying her best to mend what’s broken.

You saw her in the mess hall eating her lunch, you sat down next to her. “look, Ash” you sighed, “I think you should leave.”

She looked at you with a confused expression, “what?”

“I know you want to do more than just staying in here, you don’t have to stay here. I’m not changing, and you know that.” You huffed, “you need to go live your life and have fun, you can’t have fun living here.”

She knew you wanted the best for her. She nodded and hugged you. That night you stayed up helping her find a job she would love and something she would be safe doing. You came across an add, ‘Help wanted, secretary’ you immediately showed her, and she lit up.

Ash loved people and hated being an outside worker. She knew this would be her job she would love; she knew she would miss you but she assured you that she would visit. You nodded and left her room for the night.

A few weeks passed and she was ready to leave. You helped Ash packed up, she gave you her favorite plushie, a little seal with glasses. She bought it for you a couple of days ago, she wore glasses and was on the seal team for a few years. You laughed as she handed it to you hugging her.

The last thing she packed was a German Shepard plushie, it had a scar running down her right eye. You hummed, “why a German Shepard?” Ash smiled widely, “Because you’re a hard-working loyal person, you protect those who you trust.” You smiled under your mask, “I’m gonna miss you” “I’ll miss you too.”

Ash left that night at 10pm, you couldn’t say goodbye to her. You were chosen by John Price, Captain of squad 141. He needed another Special Opp to help on a new mission.

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________

“Price, nice to meet you,” he shook your hand, “follow me, I’ll introduce you to your new team.”

It was bout 4pm the day you arrived at base, Captain Price waiting for you on the helipad. When he noticed your mask he smiled, it was odd no one ever smiled at your mask, they always hated it or feared it. A Skull mask was not very flattering.

You nodded, picking up your stuff from the ground and following him through the base.

He led you through a house like area of one of the barracks, it was fancier than your cot you’d sleep on back at home. You were gonna like it here.  Price showed you your room, the kitchen, the showers, the upstairs offices. It was all quite nice, it made you feel like his team was going to more organized, you loved that.

Price ended the tour by bringing you to the briefing room. You noticed 4 people, you recognized Soap. You did a few missions with him when you both started.

“I know you know Soap”, price spoke up, “Next to him is Sargent Gaz, Major Alexjandro, and my beautiful wife Kate Laswell”

“Hi” you simply spoke.

Before Price could speak you ask, “Isn’t there supposed to be a Lieutenant?”

Soap spoke up just then, “He’s out on a solo mission right now.”

You didn’t speak, you just quietly stood there and let everyone speak a little about themselves. A few minutes passed and you decided to go outside and smoke to clear your head.

Something about being alone made everything better. It was about 11pm and as you where looking up at the stars you heard a truck pullup. It was a all blacked out dodge ram, you looked at it admiring it, ‘lucky guy’ you thought.

The guy that got out had a skull mask on just like you, that pissed you off. “Hey!” you yelled as you threw your cigarette on the ground.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked.

“I’m your worst nightmare,” you spat, “Take that fuckin mask off, only one of us can have Skulls and its gonna be me, so take it off”

He growled, “Fuck you kid. What are you? A new recruit?”

Just then Price was standing next to you putting his hand on your shoulder calming you a bit, “I see you met Reaper.” You looked at Price and back at the man, “Ghost, Reaper. Reaper, Ghost. Your both lieutenants so act like it.” With that he left.

“Why Reaper?” Ghost asked, “Sounds childish.”

“Why Ghost?”, you huffed, “Sounds like you wanna be one.”

Ghost ignored you, he was tired he just wanted to go in and get some sleep. He pushed passed you, it was pretty easy considering he was 6’2 and you where 5’4. He was wondering why price would choose someone so small, especially a kid to be on the big boy team. ‘she doesn’t seem cut out for this, especially if she has that bad of an anger problem. My anger doesn’t even get that bad.’

You went to bed that night wondering why they would put you with someone just as hot-headed as you. You wore your mask as a symbol of strength, madness, and contempt. Having this one symbol helped with your composure, and somewhat of your stability. Control and stability was your main goal in this profession, it wasn’t easy some days but it helped when you could get this.

[catgirltoofies]

i am of the opinion that all human bodies are inherently beautiful in their own special ways, and also of the opinion that any person should be allowed to change their body however they want it to be, no matter what that change may entail. if someone wants to change the way they look to feel better about themselves, that's great! the way i feel about it doesn't factor into the equation at all.

with that said. i try to encourage people to be healthy. i always think people should make good and healthy choices about their bodies, but i place no shame on people who don't.

for one example, i have never smoked, i don't ever want to smoke, i don't think anyone should ever start smoking, and i think anyone who does smoke shouldn't. it's obviously never that simple, but perhaps more importantly, if someone is a smoker, i place no shame or disgust on them. at most I'll feel pity or worry, depending on the situation, but i have no negative feelings towards people who smoke.

in a similar vein, I've never been very fat. i have been fat, and I'm less fat now than i used to be (and have the stretch marks to prove it), but I've never been fat enough to be called fat outside of the doctor's office calling me overweight. i think fat people are beautiful. i think thin people are beautiful. i think average people are beautiful. i truly don't care how much a person weighs or how tall they are or how much muscle they have or anything like that. every aspect of every person is uniquely beautiful. but if someone who is fat wants to lose weight, i think that's great for them! i wish the best of luck to any person trying to lose weight, whether it be for health reasons or just for personal appearance reasons. if someone is fat and doesn't want to lose weight, that's great too! live your best life! your weight doesn't affect me at all, so i have no right to dictate how you should live. i wish you the best of luck in finding a doctor who doesn't immediately dismiss any health concerns as a result of fat.

for a final example, i brush my teeth twice a day, and floss once a day. i think everybody should try to at least do each once a day. but i don't care about the color of your teeth or the smell of your breath. the former is an appearance thing that i don't care about and which can be colored over if you need or want that for anything, while the latter is only relevant if we're going to be in extremely close proximity. to me, that's irrelevant in most cases - i tend to avoid close contact, as a rule. i think everyone should brush and floss because doing so helps prevent a lot of pain and expense. over the last few weeks I've been getting fillings done and these things cost hundreds of dollars apiece. that's hard when you don't have insurance. and that's to say nothing of the pain - even with anaesthetics, it hurts, and it will hurt for a while after. instead of going through that, though, you can buy a toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, and a 50yd spool of floss (i use waxed dental tape - it comes in a 55yd box) for less than $10 total. they'll each last at least a few months, with probably the toothpaste needing the most replacement, but it's a far cry better than spending a few thousand dollars to get fillings, or worse, living with constant tooth pain until you finally go to the dentist and discover you need a root canal, which will cost even more and be even more painful.

not sure what my point is here. live how you want to, and try to live well

[deliveringcandypizza]

sorta sad fun facts about canon margarita

it's sorta like. sad and somewhat depressing, so imma have it under readmore anddd it has a mention of sui ideation

She wants to adopt kids. She really does. Hell, she wants to fall in love too!! She is a sweet person who loves life. Why shouldn't she? She just can't deal with knowing she will live longer than the kid or her partner. Besides, she doesn't know how to raise kids. She wasn't assigned to take care of the kids in heaven, so how could she? She doesn't think she's capable enough for any of that even if she desperately wants it. So she watches from the sidelines when someone falls in love or sees a family with a child. She wants it so bad, but she just can't deal with knowing she will live so much longer than them and tries so hard not to fall for anyone.

She sees things that no one else really can. Like floating eyes or halos or something else like that and its a constant. She doesn't like being alone too long since being around people does distract her from the shit she sees. It has worn down her health a tad due to this since she does see things that isn't visible to anyone else.

Margarita has a fuck ton of nightmares. Its to the point she is expected to wake up at least once every night and just have a moment of sobbing afterwards. Most of these nightmares are about if she didn't make it to pep in time, if she got killed by that freaky clone of hers or pep, Dying from the crumbling tower, etc etc and it just terrifies her. Of course she hides it away with a smile on her face at work though. No one needs to know that. No one needs to worry about that.

She has a lot of body issues compared to ss marinara, (which later ill talk about depressing stuff with her and then ab marg then marco) The scar on her face just makes her feel like the ugliest person on the world and shes overweight in her head (she aint) How is anyone supposed to like her when she looks like this?? Sometimes, she just wishes she could yank the fat away and just look better.

Has sorta thought of just ending it multiple times way more than she likes to admit, but she doesn't think what she dealt with is a good reason to think this or feel the way she feels. She thinks she deserves to be in this space where she suffers alone and that what she has been doing for a few years. Just sucking it up, telling herself, "This is deserved. Stop feeling sorry for yourself"

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Hello! I saw you accept husbandry questions so I thought I might ask about this here.

Almost two weeks ago I bought a around 8 months old male Dodoma Kenyan Sand Boa. I had my corn snake for a while and after reading and watching videos about sand boas and their care I thought it will be a great choice for my 2nd snake. He has been a good eater and a chill little fella when handled but after few days I noticed he has kind of saggy/wrinkly skin. It reminded me of ball pythons who used to be obese but lost weight and have loose skin. Sometimes I can see what I thought might be his spine poking out but it's more of on top of his both sides rather than where spine should be giving him kind of a square shape? Not sure how to describe it. With all that I assumed it's a diet issue and hoped it will get better after few meals. I fed him newborn f/t mice every 5 days (3 meals since I got him, next feeding tomorrow. Ate with no problems so far but didn't really constrict his meal. Seller claimed he eats like a champ and was right).

However I started reading about it more and found out loose skin can be a sign of dehydration and this possibility really worries me. I tried to show him his water bowl but he didn't seem interested and I have no idea if he drinks from it at night (I check on him during the night and only once saw him on the surface). I know sunken eyes are another symptom of dehydration but it's hard to tell because this species has funky eyes and it's the only sand boa I have ever seen in person. Unfortunately I weren't able to take a good photo of these skin folds because they show up when he moves and disappear before I could take a photo or even look at them properly (but if they are necessary to tell what is happening I can try). I only noticed this after already visiting the vet for a check up on the same day I bought him (I saw in one of your posts it's a good idea to take a new snake to the vet and my dad happened to have vet appointment for his gecko on that day. Vet said he looks fine other than some weird dark spots on his belly that they said might be because of the bedding sellers used for him).

Is it possibly dehydration or just my earlier theory of previous weight problems? If it's weight problems is my current feeding schedule fine and if it's dehydration is bath a good idea for this species? Today he started to get lighter which I assume means shed is coming so maybe bath wouldn't be a bad idea but I also saw it's not really recommend for this species. I wouldn't be so unsure in this situation if it wasn't a dry species, it didn't have such unusual anathomy and it weren't a baby. I saw a forum post that said boas just tend to have skin like this as babies but as I said they have strange anathomy so I don't know if this applies to them. I will keep researching but I hoped you might have some suggestions. I want to know if there's anything I need or can do for him.

I would bet every cent to my name that your little guy is just in shed. Sand boas can look pretty wrinkly when they're in a shed cycle, and the recent lightness you've noticed is probably just him getting to the clear stage of the shed. My money is on him shedding in the next few days.

It's very hard to dehydrate a sand boa; if you have water in their enclosure at all and they're eating, it's super rare. I also doubt it's weight-related - snakes at his age don't pack on weight like an older snake could. Young snakes will grow faster if they eat too much, and eating too much while young can cause health problems, but it's super hard to make a baby snake overweight.

I recommend adding a humidity box to his enclosure! They're very easy to make - make a hole in the lid of a food storage container big enough for him to curl up in and fill it with damp moss. That'll help shedding go smoothly (and make sure he never gets dehydrated, too).

If the wrinkles don't clear up within the next week, I'd visit a vet, but I really do think he's just shedding.

[titoist]

a catalog of the normality. outside of it's distillation in the words depicted below, the normality broadly did not exist

kole — Today at 5:53 AM my degree of social isolation is probably unintentionally exaggerated in my writing due to never having a reason to focus on the normality that sometimes stumbled in. i had one or two or three friends, at varying points in my early childhood, i think. a girl might have had a schoolyard crush on me, once or twice. but largely remembering these factoids feels like spectation of something that already felt removed from itself rather than recalling my own memories that had happened to me

[C] — Today at 11:05 AM You should write about the normality too

kole — Today at 4:34 PM i had what the broad majority of people would call three 'friends' in elementary school. i had known them since my entry into the class in 3rd grade, but didn't really begin thinking of them as friends until near the end of fourth grade. a short, mischievous chubby boy; a dry boy with a bowl cut & buckteeth; a taller boy who was deathly obsessed with history. the formermost was the one i personally considered myself closest to, & i was the only one who came to his birthday party. the lattermost knew lots of things i never paid attention to. he was visibly poor. i believe he also thought he was something like a communist. the middle boy was not as memorable.

i did not really do much with any of these boys. i walked around the courtyard with one of them sometimes. sometimes they made jokes & i tried to add onto them. this is all in the somewhat uncommon case that i attended school on any given day. i believe i only really started thinking of them as friends when our school organized an excursion to Mount Kopaonik one november, & made the four of us share a hotel room. i exited fourth grade feeling like i had managed to initiate friendship for the first time, & would be able to see what that meant when summer ended. it was a very exciting prospect. then my parents alerted me that i would be switching schools as i entered fifth grade. well, i only saw the boys at school, so things likely would not have worked out anyway.

kole — Today at 5:06 PM as for the girl, one was in my very early childhood, must have been 1st or 2nd grade. she was blonde, had glasses, & wore braces. pigtails, maybe? on second thought, maybe not, but i do think she had a headband of some kind. i have cataloged this in writing as a discrete memory before; this is the one that was confirmed to me. looking back on it, here, in the present, i realize that she laughed at a lot of the arbitrary things i managed to croak out, most of them undeserving. divinely bubbly, but i paid no mind to it because she seemed bubbly to most people. one day one of her friends(?) walks by my desk to let me know that she has a crush on me. i immediately disbelieve this as a prank, but start to reconsider later when the girl seems upset by the fact i've been told. i believe she's where i first got my fondness for blondes & braces. looking back, again, here in the present, it is completely possible that it was a lie, a joke meant to shed light on how gross it would be, & her distress was only the distress of someone who did not want an attraction to me -- or, more generously, anyone -- to be associated with her name.

the second girl was a little bit later, after i transferred to a new class in 3rd grade. for some time, i didn't know her very well at all. she was smart, with sharply broad features. i was a dopey, overweight kid, & i silently understood that she resented me on the basis of my seeming very unintelligent. i was very used to people finding me funny on that basis, but resentment was a new emotion, and it wasn't a good one. she had black hair, & wore purple a lot. i think she had this black & purple dress. her eyes were sharp, green saucers of light. she always seemed a little tired. i intuitively understood that her family was much wealthier than mine. but anyway. we started talking, somehow, in some way, during the aforementioned excursion to Mount Kopaonik. maybe it was just mild interaction with her, combined with her observing my more detailed interactions with other people. that possibility seems distinctly more plausible, but it also involves the idea that she took the time to observe me, which i haven't truly considered until now. during the mount kopaonik expedition, the head teacher -- Sylvia -- would lead us places, the entire class, all at once in these huge single-file lines.

kole — Today at 5:14 PM we'd march behind & in front of one-another like tin soldiers, sometimes hop, buzzing & talking amongst one-another like bees. i didn't really talk that often, but other kids certainly did. jokes would ripple through the line from beginning to end like a wave. this time, we were led through a brown mid-autumn forest trail to this big, green, sports field. there was a net in the middle & towering fences to the side, for -- i guess -- playing sports like badminton. so some of the kids opted to play & some of the kids, like i & the impossibly smart purple girl, opted to sit by the sidelines & talk to each other. we were exchanging words about something, i don't remember what, & she suddenly got a tone as if she was revealing something great & personal. she was bashful, looking vaguely to the side, tucking her hair back, etc. she said something like, "i assumed you were dumb, since you don't look as smart as you actually are…" - this was an incredibly affirming & romantic thing to hear as a 10 year old. i never got certain confirmation that she liked me, but i simply assumed, & still do. i didn't really talk to her again during the excursion, & then i don't remember ever seeing her again when it ended. the end

[zalcolm]

@lumiidere Sure thing! I decided to do both Víctor and Victor just to make sure I didn't make a mistake.

Akira

he/they, cis male (for the most part; possibly demiboy), bisexual (male lean)

Dating Luca! Before he asked Luca out, he would usually just look at Luca with a deadpan stare with cheeks redder than his glasses. This creeped Luca out at first, but he got used to his awkwardness after realizing Akira was actually in love with him.

Bad at social interaction. Which is why they don't talk that much, due to them being a little bit socially awkward.

Doesn't like showing how he really feels that often. Only to people close to him or in extreme circumstances. Often, people like Misaki or Luca can somewhat tell how Akira truly feels about something even when he's not showing it.

Despite his personality being more catlike than doglike, he actually prefers dogs. In fact, his favorite color is brown because of his pet pomeranian.

TERRIFIED of insects. Akira's not really the type to run around and scream, but when there's a bug in the room they sure as hell will. Do not ask them about what happened to Oscar's late pet tarantula.

Usually wears jackets, except in summer. Doesn't really get hot that easily.

Ian

he/him, cis male, unlabeled sexuality/questioning

Homeless, lives in his car. Doesn't really have a place to live. Sometimes he stays over at his "friend" Víctor's house or his older brother Steve's apartment. Usually the former since Steve doesn't really like Ian that much.

Plus-sized. He's rather tall, so he's only somewhat overweight, but he's big nonetheless.

Snores VERY LOUDLY. Another reason his brother Steve doesn't want him in his apartment. Víctor doesn't really seem to mind this, as they usually go to sleep before Ian does.

Very hairy. Chest hair, arm hair, you name it. He almost never shaves.

He doesn't have any kids himself, but has earned the title of "dad friend" of his friend group despite them all being similar ages. He even makes dad jokes.

Luca

he/him, trans male, gay

29 years old, Birthday is May 17th (Taurus)

Amputee, since birth. Has a prosthetic leg, but usually wears long pants so not many people actually know that about him.

[The rest of these headcanons are copied and pasted from DeviantArt] Was an orphan until he was 10 years old, but adopted into a (mostly) loving family. His younger sister, Elisa, isn't the nicest and they get into a lot of fights but they're still on somewhat good terms.

Pacifist. Doesn't really like hurting other people unless he has to. His pacifism really helps some but sometimes hurts others. Elisa once screamed and asked Luca to kill a spider, but he just scooped it up and put it outside.

Takes a lot of naps during the day. Eepy boy.

His wardrobe is the most diverse array of clothes ether. He has masculine clothing, feminine clothing, unisex clothing, you name it. Most of it is green, but also has outfits of all different colors.

He paints his nails. Usually black or dark green.

Víctor (Wii)

they/he, nonbinary, gay

Has a HUGE crush on Ian. The only thing is, they're way too embarrassed about it to confess to him. He's afraid that he'll be looked down upon by his peers for dating him.

Autistic. Gets sensory overload in noisy places, and you can often see him wearing noise-canceling headphones at places like parties.

Very impulsive. They do a lot of things without thinking twice. They even got into a fight with Shinnosuke once. Víctor won, but still regrets beating him up.

Furry. He tries to hide this, but literally everyone in his friend group knows this. LOL.

Sometimes wears feminine clothing, but usually just sticks to casual clothes.

Loves the smell and taste of cinnamon.

Victor (Wii U)

he/him, trans male, questioning

He doesn't go outside very often. Usually he just stays at home unless he needs to be somewhere. He has a job, but his job doesn't require him to go in person.

OBSESSED with robots. Fictional or real ones. However, he's not very skilled in engineering.

Hiromasa

he/him, cis male, bisexual (slight female lean)

Despite having average proportions in canon, I headcanon him to have a tall and skinny body type. Somewhat frail, but don't underestimate him.

He only gets an average of 5 hours of sleep per night. He's barely making it through the days.

Coffee drinker. His favorite is just...regular black coffee. He'll insist he's not a caffeine addict.

Despite his mischievous grin, he actually takes things seriously...most of the time. However, he does enjoy the occasional mishap.

He plays the piano. In fact, he's more skilled at it than Rin.

[feastingmaggots]

momentary bliss : ch. 5

TW; MAJOR ED MENTIONS

You know, he never did answer Stan’s question.

‘Have you been eating??’

And did it worry him? Yes. It did. A lot; actually.

He cared about his boyfriend so much more than he did about himself, and just the thought of him suffering like that internally killed him.

And he thought.

‘You know, maybe Kyle feels the same way about me.’

But he didn’t care. He didn’t matter as much as Kyle did.

Meanwhile, Kyle was busy in his head; counting and tracking his calories throughout the entire day. He made sure to eat breakfast, but skip lunch and dinner as to even out his calorie intake.

To make himself proud, he would wrap his pinky and thumb around his wrist and smile when they touched. The feeling of his stomach applauding him was better than any food tasted. He couldn’t explain it in words.

Seeing himself become thinner and thinner overtime boosted his own confidence by a million; Being able to see his own ribcage was satisfying in the oddest way possible. He couldn’t explain the euphoria he experienced whenever he lost weight.

It was such a delightful feeling. Yet he couldn’t share it with anybody.

Not even Stan. He would be too worried.

Nobody knew that his own way of eating wasn’t ‘unhealthy’, it was just.. different. Some would say he was sick in the head, others would say he had an eating disorder.

But Kyle said, it’s just dieting!

He’d always been a fairly skinny guy, he was never picked on for being overweight in any way shape or form, but it was just for his own personal image.

Also, it made him feel in control of at least one thing in his life.

He’d lost control of his intrusive thoughts, his temper, and basically his whole life. This style of control he had over himself helped him balance out the fact he didn’t feel as though he was in charge of anything in particular.

Nothing tasted as good as hunger felt.

He would wake up, examine his figure in the mirror, brush his teeth, go downstairs and skip breakfast. His excuse for doing so was that in the morning he was nauseous and food just made it worse.

Then he’d walk to school. Not without almost passing out at least twice though. The lack of nutrients and energy in his body wasn’t exactly the most healthy thing to live with; especially with how active he usually was.

When he was at school, he never ate. Never touched- never even looked at food. That was his rule. Don’t eat at school. No matter how hungry, no matter how tempted he was; Don’t.

Even when people came to check up on him.

‘Hey, I’ve noticed you don’t really eat a lot.. Are you doing alright?’

‘Do you need me to bring you something to eat?’

‘You feelin’ okay?’

Yes, no, yes.

These two answers were ones that he got used to repeatedly saying due the people asking him about it. Nobody needed to know. Nobody besides himself.

(nobody needs to know)

Then, he’d arrive home. His stomach screaming at him for something like always; but the screams were ignored. His body was a neglected crying child, and he was the parent.

His temptations almost took over some of the times, but he would just pinch himself in hopes of shooing them away.

(get out of my head)

(im finally in control of something for once and youre taking it away from me)

Sheila would make dinner. She would offer, Kyle would refuse. She would insist, he gave in. He asked to be excused, she excused him. She thinks he’s going to bed, he threw up all of the food out of his body and into the porcelain toilet bowl.

He would then proceed to lay down in his bed, curled up in the fetal position as he hugged his stomach. The growling went on and on for what seemed like hours before it finally subsided, leaving him with a mild feeling of bliss in how empty he felt.

His phone buzzed, but he didn’t hear it. He payed no attention to it. His attention was instead on the sound of cicadas outside his window. He rolled over to stare at the ceiling, his brain fuzzy as he began to grind his teeth together anxiously. Millions of thoughts raced in his brain yet he couldn’t seem to pinpoint even one.

Something that helped him was chewing gum. He would chew and chew and chew until it became the illusion of food. He would trick his mind into thinking he wasn’t hungry since he was just chewing something!

Gum was also handy because it had zero calories. He would chew gum for hours and hours until it lost all the flavor, and it just felt as though he was chewing rubber; and then he would chug ice cold water.

The cold water seeped down his throat, giving him a nice feeling from the lack of things he’d been swallowing recently..

…

[thephantomcasebook]

Hello, good evening.I want to ask you a few questions.

How would you describe Aegon and Helaena's relationship in the books?

And how would you describe their relationship in The House of the Dragon.

Is it true that they felt no empathy between them and the only thing that united them was their children?

Do you think he sexually assaulted her?

Because when Helaena gave her speech at the dinner with her family, she said that he only looked at her when he was drunk and most of the audience thought he was abusing her. Do you think it's true?

In the books Aegon and Helaena don't particularly like, much less love, one another. They kinda tolerate each other because they have to due to politics and the their mutual love for their children. But once "Blood & Cheese" happens they don't speak to one another ever again ... and neither mourn the other. Helaena doesn't care when Aegon is wounded near mortally at Rook's Rest and Aegon does not seem to care when he finds out that Helaena is dead.

In the books, both Aegon and Helaena are described as being kinda chubby and that they like to eat a lot. This is because, in the Book, Viserys is also kinda a happy, oblivious, drunken, fat man. Rhaenyra, Aegon, and Helaena are described as being overweight in their adult years - though after Aegon is wounded badly, he gets pretty thin. Both Aemond and Daeron take after Alicent in terms of their figure and being extremely attractive - with Daeron being described as the most handsome and beloved knight in the Seven Kingdoms. And Aemond as the most Valyrian/Targaryen - regal - looking member of all the House of the Dragon at the time.

In the show, I'd say that Aegon and Helaena are more like siblings then they are like lovers. I don't think Aegon ever wants to have sex with Helaena ... cause, I think they were raised together as siblings first. Which is kind of a fuck up on Alicent's part.

Most Targaryen siblings that wed aren't raised together. Usually, one of them is sent to foster away from the Red Keep so that when they return they really don't know one another. But, because, Alicent probably didn't know any better ... she didn't realize that there's an art to betrothing brother and sister. So, the consequences is that when Aegon has Helaena in bed it just isn't literally that he's fucking his sister, it's also that it genuinely feels like he's fucking his sister. So, I think that is why he has to get drunk to have sex with her.

I don't think Aegon raped Helaena anymore than any other Highborn couple rapes one another in a betrothal matched arranged wedding. I also think that Aemond is both Helaena's protector and a deterrent to Aegon doing weird and fucked up stuff to her. I'm pretty sure Aegon knows that if he hurts Helaena in anyway or goes over the line with subjecting her to his weird kinks that Aemond his gonna put a boot up his ass. So, I'm pretty sure that Aegon and Helaena's sex is pretty much Aegon taking her from behind so they don't have to look one another in the eye.

Over all, my personal opinion about the show is that -

Aegon didn't want to get married at all ... and probably has a really weird and fucked up relationship with Alicent in his own head - I think they both have a weird connection of which sex plays a factor ... I mean, a lot of their scenes take place with him being naked around Alicent ... and she did watch him masturbate till he finished. I'd go so far as to say that Aegon has probably fantasized about Alicent and then gets wasted in guilt over it.

And I think that Helaena and Aemond are probably in love and have been since they were tweens. Their relationship is based on a co-dependency that probably goes back to childhood as the weird bug girl that no one wanted to hang out with and the loner kid that everyone picked on. So Aemond hung out with the weird bug girl and they became close and then fell in love when they got older - shared trauma of probably a tough childhood emotionally.

And Daeron ... Daeron says "This is getting weird, I'm out!" Then claps Alicent on the ass in passing before telling her "there's way too much family bonding going on in here." with a wink at a blushing but stern Alicent as he exits.