#plus sized awareness

[colourstreakgryffin]

Idk if requests are open but if they are may I request a Mammon x plus sized curvy reader with AuHDHD if that's alright?

Oh… darn. Well, Mammon probably won’t be lenient or nice about it. He is that type of guy so whilst he’s a bit offensive, I hope it’ll be okay. I’m not personally mocking being plus sized or having AuHDHD, I just doubt Mammon would be nice about it at first— but anyway

Mammon- Greatest Self

Straight up… Mammon is pretty goddamn crude and a big selfish bastard. He doesn’t apologise for anything he does and he doesn’t regret being judgemental or discriminative since he only cares for himself

So, when he sees you… a ‘unappealing plus sized brat with a fucked up head’ that’s apparently his new employee, has him apathetic and disinterested so he doesn’t even care to be nice nor ease up his toxicity as your boss

Mammon didn’t really fear insulting your physical body or your psychological issues. He finds both of them very annoying and he cannot bring himself to be patient with you, so for the first few months he had you hired. He treated you badly…

However, for the first time in his life, the Sin of Greed… genuinely felt something bad for somebody else upon making his nasty remarks when he saw the way you were upset over him

Mammon doesn’t know why but he ended up changing his attitude with you since he couldn’t take the sharp stabs in his heart anymore! He can’t insult you without hurting himself. Eventually, he completely silences his bad treatment and tries his best to compliment you

Mammon actually really don’t believe that disorders exist at all and when you, when gaining back trust to your Circus-decored sin boss, explain what AuHDHD is… he does his end to not laugh at the nonsense and listens up. He doesn’t get all this medicine and this treatments yet he keeps trying to understand you anyway

Mammon likes his people attractive and thin and curvy. Whilst he doesn’t think plus sized is attractive at first, he also thinks that there is a POSSIBLE chance that a plus sized curvy person can be hot and eventually, he does view you that way… your plush curves is soft and squishable

Honestly, he thirsts over you like crazy. Mammon loves to kiss and suck your soft plus-sized belly and waist. Feel your bigger thighs and your nice thick ass… he loves the same you feel, you’re amazing and he basically pants over your body

This is a lot less sexual but romantic passion, Mammon doesn’t find anybody sexually thriving but romantically thriving. It’s why he likes your body, he likes to dress you up and put you nice clothing and shoes… oh, it makes him flutter!

Don’t worry, Mammon will NEVER let anybody insult your body or your conditions! He did previously but he doesn’t anymore since you’re now his beloved partner so if anybody even dares to make fun of you, he’ll devour them whole with no hesitation whatsoever

NOBODY hurts his beloved little kitten!

Mammon is the type of pampering lover, he enjoys giving you all kinds of wonderful presents and items pretty much 24/7 since his love language is in the form of ‘receiving gifts’. It’s spoiling but it’s his best strength, getting the best things since whilst he hates spending money. He’ll spend it on him and you

Mammon is not usually a patient man at all but he is always doing his best for you since he has some weird obsession over you that he can’t explain at al! He does his best to be patient with your conditions and understand your different attitudes aren’t intentional… even if your tones may offend him

Mammon may like you a lot but he is still a awfully greedy money-eyed prick so he’ll market you in whatever your best skill is so he can profit from it but he will gladly give you… a proportion of that income gain. He only slightly exploits you where he exploits everybody 100%

Mammon enjoys having you match him in clothing or accessorises! So, he likes to get you to wear whatever he is at the time, I’m afraid you’ll have to get use to this little cute thing until he gets bored of it… which will probably take some time so he’ll make you his Mini Me and admire how cute you look!

Mammon treats you like a Prince/Princess/Royal amongst the workplace so you get special privileges, and his employees do as you want when you want by his command. If you’re hungry, they give you food first. If you need time alone to handle your AuDHD, they are to leave right away

Mammon personally doesn’t think you need to do anything for anybody else so when you tell him, after a long day, about people saying you need to lose your weight. He’ll basically say; ‘you don’t need to change for anybody’ but if you ever want to change your plus-sized form, he’ll be there to support you… in the most Mammon way

Now. To top up your relationship with the Aussie Greed King, Mammon is not the most perfect boyfriend and he’s always trying to improve his ugliest traits to not hurt your feelings so he needs time but he does love you and he’ll show it

“Eh? Do’n wan’a perform this year, babe? Ya’d make a’ adorable one, ya know. Crikey, crikey. Ay, I was just saying, doll… don’t need to hiss at me like that. Lucifer’s will. Would ma’ performin’ with ya help at all?”

[aroaceleovaldez]

they cast a 28 year old for Tyson 💀

[relevant rants: here and here]

yeah, i saw - i wasn't holding onto hope of them casting a disabled actor for Tyson (still disappointed, just not surprised) but casting a 28 year old for a middle schooler is really out of left field. It's just an odd choice? Particularly given how much they've been emphasizing age-accurate casting so far.

It makes me really wonder what major rewrites they have planned for Tyson's character. Because as things stand currently there's no way to make Tyson's existing character work with this casting. Tyson is supposed to be in Percy's grade, but Daniel Diemer sticks out like a sore thumb against the child actors. Tyson being in Percy's grade is pretty important for the entire arc of Sea of Monsters with the main character arc being Percy combating internalized ableism and establishing him as a character who stands up for other marginalized kids. If they remove that, what's Percy's arc going to be for that entire season? At what point are they going to establish that about his character? Or are they just going to exposition it at us like usual with nothing backing it up and no actual character progression? And in later seasons the age gap is only going to be more prominent - like how is Tyson going to work in BoTL or TLO? Are they planning on removing his character entirely for those scenes? Are they going to remove him as a recurring character in general? It'd be really weird if they killed him off or something.

I'm also afraid for if they do try to keep Tyson's disability coding in some form - cause there's kind of no good way it can go at this point. Either they completely erase Tyson's coding because they cast an abled actor for him and that messes up the entire arc of the book and his character particularly in relation to Percy, or they have an abled actor attempt to portray a character heavily coded as having down syndrome (and i believe they're already doing similar with iirc Chiron's actor is abled but they're doubling-down in the show on Chiron being disabled) and given how they've written the neurodivergence themes (or absence there of) in the show so far there's just no way that'd end well. Like, Tyson's characterization is a little questionable to begin with in the books, but given the show's writing so far it just feels like we're very rapidly ramping up for an extremely ableist characterization of Tyson. Like i'm sure Daniel Diemer is a great actor, but... i'm just getting real tired of the show erasing the entire premise of the series :T

anyways as per my initial post about pjo tv tyson casting theories i guess it's time for me to start tearing stuff apart with my teeth ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[star-dust-shark]

important

I have something very very important to share. Please pay attention. It won’t take long.

The other day I was scrolling through YouTube shorts.

I found a video of a plus size woman, lip syncing to a trending song. I liked the video, and out of curiosity went to the comments.

Most of the comments were absolutely horrible.

“You’re disgusting”

“Just go on a diet already”

“Kill yourself”

“Stop posting already”

“What the hell is this”

I was so upset. This woman, just trying to live her life freely, trying to do something she was passionate about, being bullied and made fun of. 

I was the only one who said anything to stand up for her.

No one else cared.

To make matters worse, I continued scrolling for a while, and I found a woman who lip synced to the same audio. It was essentially the same video. 

The difference?

One was plus size.

One was skinny.

And when I went to the comments, there were amazing comments.

Glorious praise.

“Oh my god, you’re so pretty”!

“I wish I could look like you”

“Ur so talented! Keep going”

“I just subbed, ur incredible”

I scrolled. 

Not one hate comment.

See, here’s the thing.

People ( after the devastating George Floyd incident ) began to realize that  prioritizing the “Black Lives Matter” movement was vital, and that the crimes pushed upon black people were wrong.

BLM was essentially  a campaign encouraging people to treat others with kindness and respect, no matter how they looked.

This campaign changed lots of things worldwide, making the world a better place. Not perfect, do note, but better. Improved. 

It was incredible, really, considering black people used to be seen as a disgrace, and were seen as criminals.

So why shame people who are bigger? On how they look?

Black people can’t just change their skin.

I mean technically, they can, but they shouldn’t have to. They’re beautiful the way they are.

So why should bigger people be forced into feeling ugly? Forced into thinking that they have to change?

They’re beautiful.

As is any human being.

I believe that if some people realized this, maybe we could make a change.

I’m sick of hearing jokes about obesity in school hallways.

I’m horrified by how many people are scared to become larger because there’s some notion in their head that they’d be ugly.

I hate how many plus size people hate their bodies and wished they were skinny.

It’s horrible and wrong, and it needs to end. 

Please consider re-blogging this so we can get the word out.

Thank you.

[negativefouriq]

idk as far as im concerned penelope featherington pen name lady whistledown can be as nasty as she wants bc every ounce of that nastiness was lobbed at her first

[magicalshopping]

♡ Chronically Depressed Tee (S-3XL) by Midnight Springs ♡

[missindig0]

Soft, eloquent, British gay seeking love of her life (also known as totally done with the hell of dating apps)

[drivemysoul]

just started crying trying to find a swimsuit and the sales assistant looked me up and down and told me “well maybe try the kids section” and when i said i don’t want to wear kids clothes (and they don’t fit me either) she rolled her eyes and walked off mumbling about “well eat something”

[thatonegaybrit]

; happy June !! Another thing that is celebrated in June is Mens Mental Health Awareness Month !! To all the man-identifying people out there, you're so important and your mental health, good or bad, matters incredibly. Don't be afraid to reach out to those around you !!

; this goes for whatever situation, js remember !!

; you aren't weak for reaching out, you're infact the opposite. Reaching out is scary, but you're strong. You can do this.

; you aren't " unmanly " for reaching out ( being emotional doesn't make you " less of " a man, in fact I'd say being vulnerable is super manly )

; you're allowed to have bad days and need comfort

; you can do this, it may seem impossible but if you really want to, then you'll get through this. You're so strong !! Really !!

; if you've lost someone close to you ( family member, friend, partner, pet, etc ) it's okay to take time for yourself, grieve all you need.

; to the transmen, etc, who don't feel like this month applies to you: it does !! Mens mental health awareness month is for men, and you're a man :]

; whether your young or old, your experiences and emotions are valid

; your trauma is valid, even if others don't believe it or maybe downplay it. It happened to you, it effected you, it wasn't okay. It's okay to not feel alright !!

; you deserve love and kindness and sweet affection. And you will find people who give that to you

; take yourself out on a self care date !! Whether that's going out to walk in the park, getting your nails done, reading at your favourite cafe, going to the gym. Or having a movie night in your bed, staying home and resting, doing a hobby like reading, crochet, music, watch a favorite program, whatever !

; take a break from social media, it can be a messed up place, especially if you spend to long on there. Turn off your phone and enjoy the little things around you !!

; have some snacks, drink some water. Shower if you can, and if not try washing your face instead !! Hygiene can be hard sometimes, ik, but js take it slow

; do whatever makes you happy, or comfortable, whatever. Take care of yourself and never ever be ashamed about reaching out. Be afraid all you want, it's a scary thing, but never feel ashamed for needing help. I'm proud of you and I love you <33

; happy men's mental health awareness month !!

[solradguy]

hands out like a starving victorian child, “please sir can you spare some hight for me sir”

You can have 6" of my spine to bring me down to Average American Male Height™️ but be careful because the taller you get, the shittier your spine becomes and the amount of sensible, fuel efficient, cars you can comfortably fit in decreases rapidly. Is this a burden you are willing to bear?

(art by Ann Marie Eastburn)

[star-dust-shark]

society: oh yeah!!! Black lives matter!! Your skin is beautiful!! Your body is perfect. Never change!!

someone plus size:

society: oh no not like that

[hubrishazard]

I really love the disability representation and trans representation that's in dr who lately. I hope someday it reaches the same level of positive well meaning representation for mental illness and fat people too

[chaoswithkaycee]

Hellfire and Honeysuckle, Chapter Eleven

Synopsis: A new girl has moved to Hawkins after the events of the hospital attack, with her own story and her own secrets. She's passionate about many things - her education, baking, friendship, kindness - and ready to finally make friends after a lifetime of running from place to place.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, discussion of disability

Rating: Minors DNI, there is smut in this chapter.

Author’s Note: Originally, I intended for Hellfire and Honeysuckle to be a one-shot, but here we are. A thank you to @writerwannabetree for their continued support, @queenlydias for being the best proofreader ever, and @ghost-not-found for keeping me grounded the past few days. The "rosy red cheeks" bit that I included in this chapter is something my Gramma used to do with me.

Word Count: 4kish

Honey

Before she could respond to Eddie’s statement, he’d lifted her up off the couch in his arms. With a surprised squeal, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “What are you doin’?” She questioned, hanging on as he started to move.

“Exactly what I said, taking you to the bedroom.” He answered, his hands splayed across her ass to hold her up. She held on tight as he pushed her door open, kicking it closed behind him before dropping her on the bed and crawling up with her. “You’re sure about this?” He checked in, leaning over her but not touching her.

She nodded, her eyes trained on his, her mouth dry. She was absolutely sure. She loved him - she’d tried to stop it from happening the moment she’d felt the crush, but it hadn’t worked. He was too kind of a person, too much of a perfect fit. Honey loved him, and even if they didn’t work out, she couldn’t imagine anyone else she’d want to have her first time with. This was a new experience they could share and explore together, and it was all she’d thought about for the last week. This was the only thing she’d wanted for days.

“I need you to use your words, Honey. Say that you’re sure.” Eddie insisted, though he’d lowered himself down so that his weight was pressing her into the mattress. 

“I want this, Eddie. I want you, and I want us together. I love you, too.” And then his lips were on hers, his tongue probing into her mouth, his fingers slipping under her shirt to tease the skin of her stomach. He was smiling against her mouth, practically vibrating from excitement.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you and for how long. I tried to be respectful.” He whispered, sitting up to remove her shirt, then his own, leaving them to press their bare torsos together as they went in for another kiss.

“You were respectful,” She assured, her fingers playing down his chest, over his happy trail, reaching for his belt buckle, “But now I need a little less respect and a little more fun.”

He laughed against her mouth this time, lifting himself up to allow her to unfasten his jeans. He stood, pushing them down in one motion to meet his shirt on the floor before he started to work the button of her jeans, kissing along the waistband. “Beautiful, wonderful goddess of mine.” He muttered against her skin.

“Eddie?” Honey gasped, feeling the heat of his breath ghost over her as he pulled her jeans and underwear down together.

“What, baby doll?” He asked, leaning over her, letting his fingers work their way inside to stretch her out.

“Are you sure?” She squeaked out, checking in on him too. Sure, this was a big step for her, but it was just as big for him. She had to know he was ready too. Her brain was already clouding from the pressure he was applying to that special spot inside, her legs falling open on instinct. They’d spent the last week learning each other’s bodies and he’d picked up way too quickly on exactly how to make her melt. But she needed to know he was ready too, he wanted this as much as her.

Eddie chuckled, bringing her hand down to his erection, already impossibly hard and leaking. “What do you think, baby? I’ve been ready since the first time I saw you in those tiny shorts during our first Hellfire session.”

Honey bit her lower lip, letting her fingers move over his length as he looked down to where his fingers disappeared inside her. She felt herself blushing as she listened to him muttering, “So beautiful, such a beautiful pussy,” to himself. He was working her to a quick orgasm - she could feel the coil in her belly tightening every second, bringing her closer and closer to the explosion she’d learned he could give her. She tried to focus on touching him too, squeezing and pumping his cock in her fist. Her movements started to become erratic as she felt herself getting close to the edge. 

She was whimpering his name, eyes squeezed shut, when he finally leaned down to kiss her. “Cum for me, Honey. Just one, then we’ll do it together. Okay? Come on, baby.”

She nodded, moaning out his name against his mouth as she pushed herself to meet his hand. All at once, the coil snapped and she felt heat rush through her body, emanating from his fingers inside her.

She was gasping for air when she slumped back down on the bed, listening to him chuckle. “You’re so beautiful when you cum, baby.” He whispered, nudging her nose with his as he came down for another kiss and situated himself between her legs. She heard herself whimper, her hand sliding up his shoulder and to the back of his head, tangling in his frizzy hair. 

“You’re beautiful all the time.” She muttered against his lips, opening her eyes to see him blush. She gasped as she felt him nudging his cock against her opening, running himself up and down between her pussy lips to gather some of her slick before he started pushing himself in.

“This part hurts the girl, sometimes. Let me know if it hurts too much, okay?” He whispered, their noses still pressed together, lips a breath apart. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Honey sucked air in through her teeth, the nails of her other hand digging into the bed sheets. Hurt wasn’t the right word for this. This was pressure, burning, stretching. This was an uncomfortable fullness, pushing the air out of her body. She squeezed her eyes closed against the pain, so tight that she saw red and black swirls behind her eyelids. 

“Honey, do you need me to stop?” His voice was next to her ear now, his breath fanning over it.

“No, just…gimme a minute. It’s a lot.” She whispered back, trying to take deep breaths, to bring oxygen back into her lungs.

As requested, he paused, putting his weight on his forearms so he could lift his head, locking eyes with her. “Is it too much?” He asked, concern coloring his words.

“I won’t give you the ego boost of sayin’ your dick is too big.” She joked weakly, wincing when she giggled at her own quip. She heard him chuckle and opened her eyes to look up at him, shifting herself under him. There he was, those big brown eyes like melted chocolate shining with a light from within, the dark stubble along his jaw framing his lips swollen from kisses, his frizzy black mane falling around his face and tickling her cheeks. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He shifted, lifting one hand to push her curls off of her forehead. “Do you want me to start moving again?”

She nodded, taking in another deep breath as she felt him push further inside, reaching deeper than she ever knew sensation could exist. It felt like another lifetime before he finally stopped pushing in, coming to rest with his pelvis pressed to hers.

“I’m not going to move until you tell me to, okay? You’re doing so good, baby.” He whispered, planting a kiss on her lips when she whined. 

“You can move just…start slow.” She gasped out, her lungs failing her. It felt like all the space in her body was filled by him, pressing the air out of her lungs, stretching her insides. Would this feeling ever go away, or would sex always feel like too much for her body? She was pulled from her ruminations when he thrust into her for the first time, pulling out far enough that she finally felt like she could get a full breath in, before pushing back in and forcing that air right back out of her body.

And again.

And again.

And again.

It was on the fifth thrust that the discomfort finally began to fade, replaced by that familiar warmth in her belly, and she was able to breathe a little easier. The change in her demeanor must have been obvious, because Eddie spoke up.

“There’s my girl. Does it feel good?” He asked, and she nodded, whimpering. 

“It’s gettin’ there. Not as good as when you finger me, though.” She answered honestly, and he chuckled, his breath fanning over her face.

“I think that’s an angle issue, hold on.” He shifted, picking himself up so that he was sat back on his knees, and pushed her knees out and down towards her, forcing them back and open. He did so slowly, making sure her hips stayed in place, and moved so that she could rest her legs against his shoulders while his hands supported her hips. On his next thrust, she moaned, toes curling.

“Do that again.” She gasped out, fingers curling into the blanket under her.

“This?” He teased, obliging, hitting the spongy spot that made her eyes roll back.

“Yes, Eddie. That. There. Keep goin’.” Her voice was breathless, whining. “Please.”

“So polite.” He complimented, his tone bordering on condescending, but he obeyed, sweat beading on his forehead as he kept up the pace. Honey tried to pay attention to him, to listen to his little moans, to maintain eye contact, but she couldn’t. The new angle was too intense, building her orgasm. Now this was what she thought sex was supposed to feel like, the way musicians sang about and poets wrote about. The motion, like water pulling from the sand only to come back and hit the shore again, eroding away at inhibition, leaving drops of itself in the sand to build on. With every thrust, the wave pulled back further, came back harder, left more of itself in her belly. Honey felt herself drowning, her fingers reaching out, looking for a life preserver to bring her back.

“Eddie…” It was half a moan, half a whisper, begging for his presence. She felt his fingers lace in hers, felt him lean over her to press her hands back in the mattress. Honey opened her eyes, looking up at him. “I’m gonna-” She started, cutting herself off with a squeak when he thrust in again.

“I know, I know. Me too, baby.” His voice was raspy, strained, breathless. “Come on, you’ve done so good. Cum for me.” He ordered, his fingers tightening around hers, keeping her hands in a vice grip.

All at once, her insides exploded. Warmth flooded her stomach, stars invaded her eyes, her lungs forgot how to inflate, and time stood still as the waves crashed down again and again, with no space between them. Vaguely, from far away, she heard herself calling his name and she was almost positive she heard him call her in response.

And then she was coming back to him, and he was there next to her, sweaty and panting, grinning. His hair was a wild mess, tangled, stuck to his face, his eyes wide and watery. One hand was holding his head up, elbow in the mattress, and the other was still laced with hers, holding onto her as she caught her breath. 

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Eddie

“You know how people say ‘that was better than sex’ when they have good food or somethin’?” She asked. 

Eddie wondered if her brain had been deprived of oxygen for too long. “Yeah?”

“They’re lyin’. There’s no way anythin’s better than that.” She stated, giggling.

He found himself laughing with her. “That was amazing. I’m-” He stopped himself, because he realized he didn’t have words to describe what he was feeling, what the experience had been. The overwhelming realization that Honey had just trusted him with something no one else had ever had access to, shown herself in a vulnerable state that no one had seen, just for him, dawned on him all at once and he felt a thick lump form in his throat. For the first time since they’d met, Eddie understood what Honey felt like when she was overcome with affection. 

When the first tear fell down his cheek, he heard Honey sniffle in unison. “Now don’t you cry, you’ll get me goin’ too.” She joked, though she pulled him to her, pressing his head into her collarbone and burying her face against his scalp. Eddie brought his arms around her, holding her to him. They stayed that way until the emotions passed, their heartbeats slowing, their skin slowly cooling. Finally, when their eyes had dried, Honey began to squirm. “I need to use the bathroom.” She said quietly, shifting under him.

Eddie moved off of her, sitting up. “Do you need help?”

She shook her head. “Thanks for the offer, but I can pee on my own.” She said, laughing, before sliding off the bed and limping out of the room.

Eddie flopped back on her bed, ignoring the small wet spot where she had been laying next to him. He was still in shock. He’d just lost his virginity, to the sweetest and prettiest girl he’d ever met, and she was his, and she was coming back in a few minutes. He’d get to hold her again, kiss her again, tell her how wonderful she was. And he could do it again and again, as much as he wanted, because she was his and he was hers and they were each other's. He closed his eyes, a fond smile spreading over his face. 

Half an hour later, after they’d both cleaned themselves up and Honey had balled up the top blanket to throw in the wash, the two of them were cuddled up in her bed, partially clothed, nestled under the covers. “You know, we’ll have to tell our friends on Monday.” She said quietly, her fingers tracing patterns on his bare chest.

“What, that we had sex?” He feigned ignorance, his hand trailing up and down her back.

“No, silly, that we’re together.” She giggled, giving him a playful shove.

“Do we have to? You know they’ll probably have a bunch of questions-” He started to protest, but he was stopped by another shove.

“They’re our friends, Eddie. I wouldn’t be surprised if they already figured it out, honestly.” She interrupted. 

“Okay, fine, we’ll tell them. But it’s gonna break Freak’s heart. You know he can’t resist me.” Eddie joked, feeling himself smile so wide at her giggle that his cheeks hurt. He tilted his head back, resting it against her headboard, letting himself take in the room that he’d spent so much time in this past week. As he looked around, he thought of how this room was so uniquely perfect for Honey - had he been asked to look at the rooms of all of the members of Hellfire, even without knowing them, and match the person to the room, he’d know this one belonged to Honey. The bookshelves, so full of books that she’d started shoving them wherever they fit, even on top of other books. The sewing kit and knitting needles, stabbed into a ball of multicolored yarn, shoved into a basket in the corner of her room and gathering dust. The vanity desk, with the mirror removed, that she’d put her typewriter on, with pages crumpled around it, littering the floor. The pictures, half of them in frames and the other half pinned to the wall - young Honey with her mother in a field of bluebonnets, toddler Honey sitting on Santa’s lap (and screaming bloody murder, from the looks of it), a few polaroids of people Eddie had never seen with Honey at various ages, probably old classmates. And yellow, everywhere he looked. A pale yellow bedspread, with a multicolored quilt of different flowers - definitely made by someone else. The sunflower blanket he’d bought her. The yellow paint on her bookshelf. The yellow rug on her floor. Yellow, everywhere, like the sun had exploded in her room.

“Why is yellow your favorite color?” The question left his mouth before he really thought about it. He felt her shift, sitting up, and pouted at the loss of contact. She pulled the quilt up around her shoulders, turning to face him. 

“It’s a sad answer.” She told him, and he could see the truth in her face. It was sad, definitely. But he wanted to know. He knew he loved her, yet sometimes he felt he hardly knew her. All those little pieces of history she kept locked away - her Aunt Lilah, whom she discussed so often, but had no photos of. Her father in prison, who’d abused her and her mother. But what about the rest of her family? Why did she like yellow and not blue or pink? Where was her favorite place to live? What did she want to do, when they finished school in a few months? He didn’t know any of these answers.

“Tell me anyway.”

She took a deep breath, looking around the room. “When Mama left my father, we went to stay with my Aunt Lilah.” She started, but he interrupted.

“I knew that.”

“Hush, I’m gettin’ there.” He obliged, pretending to zip his mouth closed. She continued. “Aunt Lilah had a little garden out in the back, with flowers she was growin’. Mostly roses, but in all different colors. Pink roses, white, yellow, red, even green. She loved them. Said the feelin’ of the rose petals reminded her of gentle kisses. She’d pick the brightest ones, pick a couple of petals off of them, and run them over my cheeks. She said it would give me red, rosy cheeks.” 

Honey sniffled, and Eddie put a hand on her knee. She put her hand over his. “That sounds like it was a beautiful way to spend summers.” Eddie interjected. It really did sound like a dream. 

“It was. But anyway. The year that I got diagnosed, I was really upset at first. And I was so mad that I could never be normal. I went down to the creek by myself, and I was just sittin’ there at the bank, bein’ mad, when Aunt Lilah came down and sat with me. She had a bunch of rose petals in her hands, all the colors. We just sat there for awhile, just bein’ quiet, lettin’ the sun be warm and the creek water run. And then I got annoyed, because her nose whistled when she breathed, and I wanted to be alone. So I snapped and asked her why she was botherin’ me.”

“Ouch. That’s harsh.” Eddie’s thumb rubbed over her knee, as though he could rub away the guilt.

Honey made a pained face. “Yeah. Wasn’t very nice of me. But Aunt Lilah, she was a saint. She picked up the red petals, and she rubbed them on my cheeks. And she said ‘for red, rosy cheeks, full of passion and love’. And then she put them in my hand. And then she picked up the white ones, and she rubbed those on my face, and said ‘for a bright smile, when facin’ a new challenge’, and put it in my hand. And then, with the green petals, she said ‘for eyes that search for balance and harmony’. With the pink, she said ‘a touch of grace and elegance, when the world is so dark and unfair’. And then she picked up the yellow, and she touched it to my chest, and she said ‘For a heart full of warmth and happiness, no matter the challenges life brings’. And then she closed my hands around all the petals, and kissed my fingers, and left.”

Eddie listened, nodding his head. It was a beautiful story. Lilah sounded wise beyond her years, kind in ways that Honey reflected now. Clearly, her influence on Honey had been tremendous. But none of this told him why yellow was her favorite color.

“I sat there until it started to get dark, lookin’ at those flower petals. And I thought about all those things Lilah had wished for me, there on the creekside. Harmony, balance, grace, elegance, passion, love, a bright smile, a heart of warmth and happiness. I thought about how all of those were so important, but the one that I really, really liked, was happiness. I wanted happiness, above all else, in my life. I wanted to be able to be happy even when I was hurtin’. I wanted to be happy even if I couldn’t do everythin’ I’d hoped to do. I wanted the ability to look around at my life, every day, and say honestly, ‘I’m happy’. And that’s what the yellow petals were for.”

Honey stood up, going over to her bookshelf, and picked up one of her photo albums. She came back to the bed, opening the album, flipping through the worn plastic pages, and set it down next to him. In the photo, there was a young Honey - Early teens, by the look of it - with her bright strawberry curls piled into a hair wrap, spilling over the sides and into her face. Her arm was slung over the seated woman she stood next to. The seated woman had black hair, straight, pulled back into the braid that hung like a rope over the opposite shoulder, her dark eyes partially hidden by the crinkle around her eyes as she smiled with Honey at the camera. They wore matching yellow overalls and white shirts, with dirt smudged all over their clothes and faces. In the background of the picture, he could see an open door, and a peek of flowers just to the right. Around the photo, Honey had pressed, preserved, and arranged the rose petals, writing their meanings next to them.

Eddie sat up, holding the photo album. “Is this your Aunt Lilah?” He asked, though he didn’t know who else it could be. Honey nodded. 

“That was the end of that summer. After she talked to me that day, I came home and said I wanted a yellow dress. We couldn’t find one anywhere, but we found those overalls at Walmart and figured that would do. Then we realized they had adult ones too, so Lilah bought some. Mama said yellow makes her look sick, so she didn’t want them. But we wore those the last day before we left, and we went and repotted and replanted a bunch of her flowers. Yellow’s been my favorite color since then. I keep it around me so I remember to find happiness, warmth, and affection everywhere.”

Eddie stared at the picture a little while longer. Little Honey, her nose scrunched up, brown freckles dotting her face, curls bouncing all around her, mouth open in a laugh, her hip jutted out in a sassy stance; And Lilah, exuding a calm, wise exterior, even in her joy. One arm around Honey’s waist, one hand in her lap, her head turned just slightly towards Honey, pure love for the little girl she’d helped raise across her face. “She looks…” Eddie searched for the words. Sweet. Beautiful. Strong. Loving. “Kind. She looks kind.” He finally decided, closing the album gently. 

“She was.” Honey put the album back on the shelf, climbing back into bed with him and pulling the blankets up around them as she snuggled against him. Eddie felt her sigh against his chest, and as much as he knew he should go home soon, he decided to stay a little longer. He wrapped his arms around her, turning so he could pull her flush against his body, and settled under the warm blankets with her. 

“Honey?” He whispered it against her skin, letting his lips brush her flesh.

“Hm?” Her voice was already so soft, so close to sleep.

“Thanks for introducing me to Lilah.” He heard her sniffle in response.

They stayed wrapped together until the sun started to rise behind her curtains, dozing in and out, snuggled under the heavy quilt and bedspread, and Eddie snuck away just an hour before her mother’s car pulled back into the driveway. As he left, he kissed Honey’s cheek, promising to see her again soon.

[castorochiaro]

me trying not to be a hater about bandit heeler being drawn as average or muscular when he's canonically overweight

[starrypawz]

Everytime I see a new Killstar drop it's like

[gothicdicordia]

Here's my plus size fashion recommendations for 2024:

1. Avoid all itchy, stiff, hot, fake, and crappy fabrics plus size vendors push on us like - scuba, poplin, challis, PVC, fake leather, polyester, mesh, and French terry.

2. Develop a personal brand and style. The beauty is every so often you can change it entirely.

3. Wear your crafts and designs. All the time. They are part of you.

4. Yes, you can wear an historical era or dress in traditional dress AND style it.

5. Create one easy signature hairstyle (and color) that takes just a few steps. Add hair if you need it or use wigs. It's fine.

6. Focus on self care as the best cosmetic. Regular showers, nice smelling soap, simple moisturizer, and regular hair wash schedule can help you unwind every day.

7. Wear clothes that make you feel good and fit. Ignore sizes.

8. Layers are beautiful for keeping up with changing temps. Light, stretchy clothes layer well.

9. Keep your clothes clean, but air dry stretchy clothes and lingerie to prevent pilling and holes.

10. You may have a lot of people in your life, but put your self care first. Period panties are a revolution. Glasses mean you can see. Love your teeth. Eat fearlessly, but healthily. Drink water. Take your vitamins. OTC pain meds are ok.

[mercyofempty]

i only keep tiktok installed because its the only place i can find videos of people unboxing figures with no commentary it scratches a specific itch