#short privilege

[thisisthinprivilege]

Why do people deny the systemic oppression of fat people?

People do everything they can to deny there is a systemic oppression of fat people because they want to keep enjoying the benefits of oppressing fat people---undeserved privileges garnered for the mere fact of not existing in a fat body.

Thin privilege is dangerous because it obstructs social change. As long as fat oppression grants thin privileges, people who benefit from thin privilege will be incentivized at worst to actively oppress fat people and at best to pretend that fat oppression and thin privilege doesn't exist.

If there were no privileges from simply existing in a thin(ner) body, why would people go on unhinged rants about "there's no thin privilege, only fat consequences"? What would they stand to gain by scolding fat people? What they're doing is acting their part in the morality play around fatness in order to preserve the advantages they get for being thin(ner). If they can't convince others, or even just themselves, that they are superior to fat people, then they would have to face the fact that the advantages they enjoy for being thin are undeserved.

Fatness and tallness are similar in their hereditary nature and association with certain health outcomes (I have an ancient blog post that touches upon this here). I have yet to hear anyone finger-wagging a tall person for the burden they place on the medical establishment, or shaming a tall person for not being able to fit in a plane seat with a narrow pitch, or systematically complaining for not being able to recline when a tall person is behind them, and so forth.

There isn't a systemic oppression of tall people. This isn't because height is less controllable than weight. Only a tiny fraction of people can lose a significant amount of weight and keep it off in the long term (look in our FAQ if you are curious). It's because short privilege isn't as much of a thing as thin privilege. So there's no social-oppressive infrastructure for short people who want to keep enjoying undeserved short privileges to maintain.

My hope is that, someday, thin privilege will seem as absurd as short privilege. Because only then will we have a chance to end fat oppression once and for all.

-ArteToLife

[purplegori]

malevolent is wild because the two main characters are literally Everything all at once. they're a queerplatonic relationship. they're romantically married. they've been thrice divorced. they're constantly learning about each other. they barely know each other at all. they argue every fucking minute. they have an undying loyalty to each other. like i'm SAYING man it just never ends

[canisalbus]

Does Machete enjoy the feeling of sleeping on Vasco's chest (like he's doing in that nosebleed in bed one) or does he prefer a pillow

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[cent-scratchnsniff]

tie tying doodles w ramblings on it in tags

[burningfunobject]

I love jayce

I mean who doesn't its just by God does he make bad decisions

[factsilike]

Really tired of constantly seeing posts declaring that everyone in MXTX novels is complicated and 'morally grey' and that's what makes her works wonderfully written, and that everyone else who doesn't see that is stupid, or is 'demonising' characters and bashing them for rightfully criticising their shitty, very much unjustified actions.

And ironically it seems so simplistic to just declare that, because yes her stories are wonderfully written and complex, but not for that reason. You're clearly not reading her works and only spouting what you think her stories say. There are many morally grey characters in morally complex stories out there, but MDZS IS NOT ONE OF THEM.

NONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS (i.e protagonists and their male leads except for LBH maybe) ARE MORALLY GREY OR MORALLY COMPLEX.

THEY ARE ALL MORALLY RIGHTEOUS.

Just take a closer look at their actions compared to the actions of literally everyone else around them, it's not that hard to see.

Not to mention that MXTX herself literally says that WWX and LWJ are both morally ideal and that ahe hopes her readers can be like them, but people seem to have no respect for the word of authors in the name of their self projection onto the characters being contradicted nowadays 😒

(also saw someone dismissively say that HC may think that the world revolves around XL or whatever, but others don't and they're right??

First of all, did you even read the novel? HC made his judgement based on how others treated him versus how XL did when he was a CHILD. And how XL continues to treat others to this day. He is well within his rights to think the world of XL, especially since XL suffered more than every other person and still doesn't succumb to evil, despite having every right to do so, miles more than others. He all but regards XL as his moral compass, because he's proof that truly good people do exist in this world, and not ONE other person in the novel is shown to be as good as him.)

One of the reasons why I really don't like the Xianle Trio is this; neither FX nor MQ seem to regard XL as his own person with his own agency, who is capable of making his own decisions initially as HC does, and only near the end of the novel do they let up a bit when their asses had to be saved by XL multiple times. (especially considering what fools they made of themselves in that spiderweb cave lmao)

Both of them try to enforce XL ALL THE TIME ("Your Highness don't do this or don't do that or don't say this or don't go there or don't talk to him"), as if XL has not survived perfectly well on his own without them FOR 800 YEARS.

The difference between them and HC is clearly spelled out when FC asks HC about why he is not stopping XL, and HC replies that while he may not agree with some of XL's decisions, he would never force him to do what he thinks is correct, something both MQ and FX are CONSTANTLY shown to try to do.

Like please. Xianle Trio who? More like suffering XL and his pair of nuisances who think themselves to be his babysitters. And most of the time he's the one babysitting them.

Another thing that irks me is that their frequent arguments are often played off for laughs, but XL is truly a saint, because if my friends were constantly bickering over petty things all throughout our dangerous journey and giving me nothing but headaches, especially in survival situations, I'd given them the boot a long time ago.

[ethosiab]

Do you have a favorite fic? Any recommendations?

Attempted to write descriptions for each of these but there's so many dfjslkds here are a few of my favs <3 i might come back and add more later

Tangotek Evil Incorporated - onawhimsicot (tango centric supervillain au)

Domains of Dread - RimeThyme (etho angst + team canada! check out Rime's other stuff too he writes etho rly well)

the revenant - birrdie (etho centric zombie apocalypse au - mind the tags its real heavy but birdie's writing is so good)

Stretching Endless Night - tunastime (ethubs having a grand old time in space. nothing bad happens. totally.)

Alternate Perspectives - boxmaker (etho centric superpowers au. possibly my fav fic! all of box's works are amazing)

I'm holding on, but for how long? - Rosemary_and_Time (vampire + werewolf whumpy boat boys au. i think it's the first fic i read when i got into the fandom. i almost walked into a light pole reading while walking <3)

Snuff the Fae, Hunt the Wolf - Ophelia_of_the_Woods (fae/knights/fantasy etho centric au. he is constantly going through it)

My Life for Yours - arbitersart (ethubs fantasy scifi royalxbodyguard au. the rest of the series is definitely worth reading too)

To Steal a Breath, a Gasp of Air - Anonymous (etho & bdubs centric scifi fantasy dystopian au?? its so good. check out anon's other works too they've got banger after banger)

ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece - oh_snapperss (etho centric, post limited life and skizz's sacrifice. i can't tell you how much i love this fic. READ ITTTTT)

And it's not tonight where I'm set alight (it's not tonight you hold me tight) - HitheePrithee, oh_snapperss (THE rentho knights au. made me cry. they're so gay dude.)

[strangelittlestories]

After the witch cursed the king to be a lowly crawly creature, the biggest problem was not the power vacuum or the vengeful knights.

No, it was the *upkeep costs*.

You see, curses don't just require magic to cast. It takes a steady flow of power to keep someone in a form that is not their natural state.

The magical drain could have been worse; after all, there was a part of the king that knew this new lowly and wretched station resonated with his very soul.

But the atoms of him that remembered being power-fat and veneration rich still rebelled and they took effort to force back down again.

That's the problem with privileged people: the unshakable belief that they deserve what they have. The memory of power, like a puddle that remembers being a thunder storm.

Decades went by and, eventually, the witch was forced into repeated acts of sacrifice to keep the king from turning back. It was worth it for a while, but eventually she had to burn her cottage, her broomstick and her herb garden - all the things that mattered to her, given up in a flare of spite and incense.

Finally, she even cut her long hair and set in on fire amidst the ashes of her former life.

Having given up this last thing - and knowing soon she may have to let the curse lift and allow the king to escape his wriggling-but-fitting form - she sighed to herself and said:

"Ah well, it's like they say: you shouldn't set yourself on fire to keep other people worms."

[spotaus]

The Maskmaker (New Age AU Drabble)

Hiiiii. So, this isn't very long and doesn't do Nightmare or N enough justice, but I wrote this a while ago and my lovely pals looked at me w/ big ol' eyes on my post about posting it, sooooo!!! Here it is!!

This is shortly after Night's coronation and follows Ancha's drabble regarding Ccino + his remaining by Night's side!

   These halls. They were cold. Colder than the rest of the castle.

   Nightmare only knew, thanks to the gentle puff of steam left by his shallow breaths as he stepped down the corridor. The dark, long, corridor.

   He couldn't feel it. No. His sense of warmth and cold had faded almost instantly after eating the apple. The nervous chill in his core had been replaced with a luke-warm air. Like a puddle left after a summer rain. The chill couldn't reach him.

   Still, he wore his cloak. One which Ccino had tailored not a week ago because he feared Nightmare would feel bare without it. His old one used to keep him warm. Ccino was right, of course. Purposeless or not, the new heavy fabric kept him centered. Covered the restless twitching of his tendrils as he spoke with the few he could bring himself to communicate with since the incident.

  

   Now, it's bottom hem was suspended away from the old floors, just barely, by his extra limbs.

   His steps were silent, he wasn't sure when that had begun, but he imagined in this darkness no one would know he was there at all until the Cyan of his eyelight was turned upon them.

   He approached the door. Finally reaching the ornate, carved surface he'd visited only once before. When he and Dream were young. Nim had ordered them to come alone and let the mask-maker measure them. So they'd know when time came for them to commission their own masks. They didn't have to come down, the mask-maker already knew their measurements. They always did.

   His knuckles hovered away from the door. With its carving of that tree, swirling and dancing in the low light his eyelight provided. This space held more lingering emotions than he'd expected. His hand trembled a bit.

   No. He couldn't chicken out. He couldn't go crying, this was important to him. It was his right. It was... the least he could do.

   His fist connected with the door, twice, steadily. The loud sound echoed into the space behind him, and he stood. Prepared to face heckling and anger abd fear, for he wasn't sure the mask maker even knew of his rise to the throne. He hadn't been there, after all. At the ceremony.

   The door swung inward, and... Nightmare found hinself staring down at a monster.

   This monster... was not the one whom he remembered.

   Before, when he was young, he recalled a large, imposing monster. Heavy clay hands that held the pristine masks so carefully. Kind eyes which skimmed sorrowful past him, and handed him that lovingly carved owl mask. The one made simply out of dark wood.

   Now, the monster stood before him, leaning in the doorframe, was not that monster. This one was slightly shorter than him, stocky in the shoulders, and bundled in layers of cloaks and gloves. Their face hid behind the mask of some sort of rabbit, bright, burning lights behind the eye-holes were a soft lavender and blue. Only a lashing tail gave away their species. A skeleton varient.

   "Mask-maker." He greeted, composure renewed.

   The monster blinked, before they widened the door a bit more. A wave of amusement and excitement washed over Nightmare, and he thought he might be sick from just how potent it was.

   "Ah, my King!" They exclaimed, and Nightmare could almost hear the smile in their tone. "I wasn't expecting you so soon after your whole coronation, come in!"

   They darted away from the door, allowing Nightmare to see past them. The room beyond was as he remembered. The large sets of work-benches, suspended candles, piles upon piles of wood. Masks lined every inch of the walls, though now he could see newer ones piling up along shelves and along the stations.

   The monster seemed to round to a large chair, much too oversized for them, and plop down into it. Nightmare drifted inside, closing the door behind him carefully.

   "You royals only come down to see me for masks, that is my job though," They mused. "Or, well, that's what my mentor always said."

   Nightmare drew closer to the opposite side of the table which now separated them. He could see the messy, amalgamated surface of a partially-completed work laying between them. The wood mangled and frayed not unlike torn flesh.

   "I must ask," He knew he had other business and little time, but, "Who are you, mask maker? My mother never mentioned a change in position."

   It would be just his luck that a fraud would be hidden here in the depths. Though, the emotions were simply so delighted. They swirled about, as though every flick of their tail sent another ripple through the air.

   A giggle erupted from behind their mask.

   "Oh, I think I like you already, my king!" They said happily, "Mask-makers have never been asked such a thing by the royals! We have always been known to retire and pass on the mantel without care from you folks."

   They divulged the information so easily, but Nightmare didn't recieve the answer he had asked for. It took a few more breaths before they spoke again.

   "My name is N, my King. Call me as you see fit, I change as easily as replacing my mask." They finally admitted. "King Nim visited me once, two years ago, only to inform me her prince may quickly approach after his coronation. Though, I'm sure you're not the one she meant?"

   Nightmare withheld the hiss which desperately wanted to bubble up in his throat. His tendrils whipped about in frustration. Guilt. Of course they were expecting Dream. He'd figured as much.

   "No matter. I am here to serve my king, and that king is you, my good sir." They dipped their head a bit, "So, what is it you'd like me to carve? A noble wolf? A regal ibis? Something fitting a consort or-"

   "None of that." Nightmare cut them off, his good socket narrowing in disgust. The thought made his stomach churn.

   He thought he'd have to wait for her to speak up again, but found they had quieted and were seemingly awaiting information.

   "My... head of house. Recently promoted as of my ascension." He said, slower. He wouldn't get worked up again, "He deserves only the best, and I know you understand this well."

   N seemed to smile beneath the mask again, their eyelights hidden in thin crescent slits.

   "Describe away, my king!" They exclaimed, reaching out for a scrap of paper.

   Nightmare remembered how he'd been taught. To describe the mask with intention. Feelings and thoughts tucked away into each and every word. Those were supposed to be insightful for the mask-maker. To guide their hand as they carved.

   "This mask. I would like it to be the Visage of a cat. Well-kept, clean, orderly." He spoke, gently, drawing his eye away from the table and to the plain floor were nothing would influence his thought. "A kind face, soft. Trustworthy and bold. Clever. Warm."

   Nightmare wasn't sure what came over him. Descriptions and feelings tumbled from his jaws for what felt like ages. By the time he finished, his throat was raw with emotion. His hands clutched the inside of his cloak like a life-line.

   It was the tapping of N's charcoal stick to her desk which alerted Nightmare. Made his eyelight snap back up to her position.

   Though, she'd already put her sketch down and was up and across the room. Tugging at her piles and piles of enchanted and imported woods. For being a stationary monster, they had strength to move the wood with ease.

   "You've given me the perfect working material, my King! This mask should be done in four-days time." They assured him, not turning around.

   Their emotions read as elation now. A pure, unadulterated joy at the... the way Nightmare had described his mask? He could only imagine his magic intent had something to do with it. Ccino would, hopefully, understand.

   Oh!

   "The mask. You are aware who it is for?" He questioned.

   N hummed, before popping away from the stack of wood with a nice chunk of white-ish wood. It reminded Nightmare of cooked fish flesh, a pristine off-white with an intricate pattern.

  

   "I can only imagine it's that guy? Ccino? Good for him with the promotion, by the way. I'm sure he had his fair share of struggles to get there." N replied.

   Nightmare gave a minute nod. He hated that he had a heavy suspicion as to why N already knew Ccino by name. Nefarious plans set by his mother yet again. Bastard woman.

   He debated staying longer. Watching N strip the bark away or making smalltalk.

   In the end, it was better to leave. His hands were still shaking and his gut felt like it'd spill if he felt one more overwhelming emotion from the craftsman he was standing with. So, he bid them a farewell, promised to return in four days time, and exited from that heavy wooden door.

   The trip would be worth it so long as N delivered. And she would.

[largishcat]

the problem with being in tf fandom is that it has rendered some of the genuine best writing ive ever done in my life completely incomprehensible to anyone who doesn’t have dual phds in both 40 years of canon and some of the most creatively bizarre fanon of any fandom that’s ever existed

[cocogum]

Yugo’s handsomeness has actually been pointed at before.

I’m sure we all collectively decided by now that older Yugo is officially a hot ass god-king that still needs to get tortured every once and a while.

But did you know that his looks are also considered to be very good-looking and an unspoken fact in the World of Twelve?

I’m not kidding.

If you think YOU find him good to look at, then you haven’t seen how they say it.

But since you didn’t seem to think you heard a single Twelvian compliment his face (cuz Yugo just grew his body RECENTLY) before, you probably think I’m just spewing random bullshit out of my ass.

Like I said, his looks are good ones but it’s an unspoken fact between people who have seen his older face before.

And who have seen it besides the eliatropes?

The Brotherhood of the Forgotten. And who addressed his handsome face? We learn it from the Brotherhood again. Or rather, through Toxine.

In season 3, we get to learn how Toxine and Echo do not quite share a good relationship.

But what is essential to remember here, is that we also get to learn that Toxine is jealous of Echo. She doesn’t like how she gets to have a higher position than others and has a comfortable role to “slack off” while the others are doing all the hard work.

But when she says those exact words, she brings Oropo into the mix and the way she mentions him is so out of the blue, that it now makes a lot more sense.

She not only says his name but she says “beautiful” right before it.

We know Oropo constantly takes off his hood when he’s around the members of the Brotherhood of the Forgotten. Judging from what we’ve been able to see, he took it off around Coqueline, Black Bump, Echo, and Ush.

So who’s to say Toxine has never seen his face before? He had definitely showed it to her at least one time. Or else, that comment of hers wouldn’t have made sense.

The only reason why we only see these specific flashbacks with the hood off is because these four members have shared personal moments with Oropo. Given Toxine’s behavior (and just general vibe), she wouldn’t be the type to have personal moments like these with him (or with anyone for that matter) so she simply must’ve seen his face when he was doing his daily speeches to the group.

In short, Toxine considers him to be “beautiful” aka attractive. Echo sleeps with Oropo constantly. That already makes two people that considers him attractive.

And the way Toxine calls Oropo makes it sound like his attractiveness is unspoken but she deliberately decided to mention it like it was a fact rather than an opinion. You can tell by her tone of voice as she says it.

So since Oropo is considered to be attractive, the same should be said for Yugo because he’s a part of Yugo. People often confuse Oropo to be Yugo at first (it happened with Amalia, Adamaï, Chibi, Grougaloragran, etc.) (for those who don’t know why I mentioned Chibi and Grougal, please watch the Oropo special episode). Even though I personally don’t see how these two look physically alike in any way, shape or form, I’ll have to take their word for it.

Therefore, this is why Yugo’s handsomeness is a widely known fact among the people who know how he looks when he’s older.

HE’S CANONICALLY A HOTTIE ‼️‼️😩😩❤️❤️❤️

[aestheticpearl]

Good morning, afternoon, evening, & night pearl hope your day and weekend have gone well remember to drink (or breath) water

Hoping you the best

-Peppy

my dog died✨🧚🏼‍♀️

[spectascopes]

draw ONE short and fat character from a piece of media as a skinny miss thing and I'm side eyeing. do it to TWO and I know you're just a bitch

[aokuni]

idk i kinda found the idea funny also i gave them personalized speech bubbles

[adelaide-lemonade]

I am walking down the hallway when a hand grasps my arm,

I look up to see a teacher staring down at me with hard eyes.

“Do you see how far up your skirt is?

The boys cannot focus with this view of your thighs.”

Heat rushes to my face,

And I glance down at my skirt.

“It’s not even high up,

It’s not like I’m trying to flirt.”

“You are coming with me,”

He says as he leads me off.

As I am marched through the hallway,

I try to muffle a scoff.

Guess what I see,

As an awkward feeling fills my gut?

A boy walking, 

With his pants slouched under his butt.

The teacher looks at him,

But my hope must conclude.

Because no one cares about your clothes,

When you are a dude.

[six-paths-of-jeanmarco]

If someone tells you to not vote or to waste your ballot on some pointless protest vote, just take a look at what happened in the eu elections