#tw: fat-shaming

[griseldabanks]

For the WIP game, would you tell me about "See Through My Eyes" and "As My Own Soul", please?

See Through My Eyes is...hmm, maybe I'll just give you a cryptic excerpt, because it should be obvious immediately what it's fanfiction of ;) This is how the fic will begin:

I'm with you to the end of the line.... “Heart rate is 60 bpm. Neurological activity beginning to spike.” “Increase the en-sed to 80%. I'm almost done, then we'll stitch him up.” Words bounced meaninglessly against his eardrums, along with a steady beeping sound that he felt he should recognize. The fog in his mind began to lift, fraying and unraveling like...like.... There was something important. Something he...needed to remember.... What was it? I'm...with you...to the...to.... He wanted to pry his eyes open, wanted to open his mouth and ask those muffled voices what it meant. But he felt something cold slither through his veins, and he sank into the dark fog of oblivion once more. I'm with you....

As My Own Soul is an original story about two brothers - David, who is ten, and his fourteen-year-old brother, Jonathan (see what I did there durr hurr hurr). It's meant to be a simple slice-of-life kind of story about these brothers and how the strength of their relationship helps them in the day-to-day struggles of life. With hopefully a few twists and turns along the way ;)

So far, I've only written one scene for it, in a random burst of inspiration one day that has had literally no follow-up so far XD My sister and I have talked about the possibility of collaborating and turning it into a visual novel, because this story just seems really suited to that format. But anyway, here - there are only four pages of this story written so far, but I already managed to fit an LotR reference into it:

“Hey, I can prove they don't know what they're talking about. Remember Lord of the Rings?” David nodded. Jonathan had read it to him last year, and then they'd borrowed the movies from the library. He'd watched them over and over until they had to go back. Maybe they should check them out again.... “Okay. Then think about Samwise Gamgee. He's a chubby little Hobbit. A gardener. Not a graceful Elf like Legolas, not a cool sword-wielding warrior like Aragorn. He doesn't have magic like Gandalf. But you know what? If it wasn't for him, the Ring would never have made it to Mordor. Some people say he's the true hero of the story. And did he ever stop to say, 'Oh well, I'm fat, guess I'll give up now'?” Despite himself, David giggled at the thought. Already, his heart felt lighter. Somehow, Jonathan always seemed able to make anything bearable. He swiped his hand across his eyes again. “So...are you saying that...I'm not fat?” Jonathan shrugged. “I'm saying, who cares if you're fat or not? Some lame guys at school think you're fat? So what? That's like the oldest insult in the book. Just goes to show you've got more creativity in your little toe than they could ever hope to have.” He could hear a wry smile in Jonathan's voice. “Of all people, I should know that.”

WIP Game

[vivziepopcriticalconfessions]

"Moxxie's "overweight" jokes are so bad that even fatfobs don't laugh at them. Because Moxxie is NOT overweight! He's skinny as a matchstick! And the worst part is that later in the episodes he begins to be proud of the fact that he was able to lose some weight, although he does not need it, he is skinny. Viv, do you know what it's called? Eating disorders. Do you know what it leads to? Anorexia and bulimia. How can you be so desperate to make your show progressive and tolerant and at the same time so chauvinistic?"

Submitted by @yoloustuff

[scary-friend]

Me: Looking for catty stuff because she’s the first doll I’ve ever had that actually has the same body type as me and I love her dearly.

The image I find:

The comment section:

Genuinely some people need to grow up.

This is disgustingly ignorant and disrespectful.

Gen 1 Catty would hate all of you btw. You make her sick. /directed at anyone who fat shames gen 3 Catty

[pamgkrthwrites]

Imagine being Pro Hero Bakugou’s wife and falling pregnant. Neither of you want the world to know yet so you start wearing baggy clothes and going out less. But then some journalists calls you fat in one of his newest articles.

The next day, the public learns about how Bakugou tracked down the journalist, went to his office and beat the guy up. His PR team end up forcing you two to come out about you being pregnant and that’s why Bakugou was so mad.

[vxmpyree]

CHUBBY NIKTO. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-.

chubby nikto my beloved :] <3 \\ tw: mention of fat shaming / fatphobia (not from reader)

[ pp1 - frakkur ]

chubby! nikto who likes baking for his neighbor.

after retirement, he packed up his things and flew somewhere balmy and quiet. after a life of running guns and slaughtering the enemy, he wants something simple-- a life where he doesn't need to comprehend the minds of others entirely.

when he moves in, you come over all smiles, a dish of banana bread in your hands. it hurts to admit, but he really does like it-- loves it, even. the dish is licked clean and then scrubbed by his shaky hands as he considers you.

nikto decides that he must bake you something in return. when he isn't busy, he's at the library, perusing through forums of recipes and printing out digitized cookbooks. he doesn't stop until he has a thick binder of ideas and the librarian starts giving him uneasy looks.

he comes to your doorstep one afternoon, your empty dish in one hand and a mississippi mud pie in the other. and he nervously retells the tale of how he indulged in your baking, expecting you to scowl and say that someone his size shouldn't enjoy eating. but you laugh, pleasantly, not meanly, and say that it's fine, really.

you let him into your warm home, and let him sit at your table, not knowing how blood is perpetually etched into his hands. you cut him a slice of his own pie and sit with him. the radio hums as he chews, and birds chirp over the slow trickle of thoughts in his mind. maybe moving somewhere warm really was a good idea.

[lalunanymph]

𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈’𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔) — rin

syp — you know what they say about the correlation between a happy relationship and weight gain…

—tw. brief mentions of fat shaming, talks of weight, mentions of food, established relationship, bf!rin, dw it’s a lighthearted take on a normal occurrence in any healthy relationship <33

Rin comes back from practice grouchier than when he left home. 

You hear the door slamming, his cleats set down on the floor. You count his footsteps, hear them tracing a path from the living room into the kitchen where you’re standing, stirring a pot of soup. 

“Rinny,” you beam up into his placid expression. “Welcome home.”

He doesn’t give you a kiss or a hug like he usually does. 

Instead, his pout deepens, brows furrowing together. Sensing something wrong, you stop stirring the soup and pat your hands dry, concern suddenly eclipsing your neutral mood. 

“Baby?” 

Even though Rin was notoriously hard to read, years of dating him drew your attention to the twitch in his brow, the sullen dimple appearing in the left corner of his mouth.

He doesn’t draw out the suspense, words clip and curt.

“Coach said I gained some weight.” 

You blink. Rake your eyes up and down his defined biceps, hard abs and athletic figure. 

“Heh?” 

He unzips his jacket, tossing it onto the kitchen counter. “Yeah,” your 6 foot 4, pouting pro-player boyfriend mumbles. “Says my fat percentage jumped to 5%. Made me run a few laps.” 

“Oh,” you coo, trying hard not to smile. “Must have really sucked for you, huh?” 

His teal eyes glaze over your twin pout, and he narrows them. “Don’t make fun of me.” 

“I’m not,” you say, your smile growing wider. “Baby, I know what it’s like to be fat shamed. But, whatever your coach is seeing, I don’t. I think you’re still hot and super buff—like Spiderman.” 

Rin blows the air out from his cheeks, deflating them. You resist the urge to pinch the still lingering baby fat he carried from all those years ago in high school. “Spiderman was a twink.” 

You frown. “Bachira really needs to stop teaching you this lingo. It could be offensive to someone.” 

“Hm,” he grumbles. “S’true though. I wanna look like Superman.” 

Rin hears you walk across the hardwood floors. You take his face in your hands, pinching his cheeks to mould them into a smile. “I think you're Superman. You’re my superhero.” 

Cheekily, your grin was starting to infect his glaring expression. 

“‘Cept for when you forget to take out the trash. Then, you’re just a regular schmegular guy to me.” 

Rin’s scowl deepens. “Shut up.” 

You crinkle your nose. “That’s not what you said last night—ow!” 

He pinches your hip and you giggle as you stumble backwards. Despite himself, Rin’s moodiness breaks, your sunshine smile and bright eyes bringing him out from the darkest parts of his brain. He lunges for you, trapping you against the kitchen island. 

“Tell me I’m still sexy to you.” 

His demand was met by your soft scoff. 

“No. You just told me to fuck off.” 

“I told you to ‘shut up’.” 

“Sounded like a ‘fuck off’ to me.” 

“You’re insufferable.” His face came closer, and closer till you felt his lips brushing yours. You smile against his lips, kissing him back. 

Breaking it off for a bit, you mumble, “And you’re still sexy to me.” 

Rin sighs, stickily sweet and yearning for more of your love. 

Unfortunately, the pot bubbles over and you shriek, pushing him aside to salvage your jjigae. 

He looks at the mess you sop up, arms crossed across his chest. “I can’t eat that. Too much sodium.” 

You shoot him a glare. “Fine, then. Go and cook something for yourself.” 

Rin never expects you to refute him this fast. He dawdles, shooting you a few stares when your back turns from him. Eventually, the silence gets too loud and he sighs. 

“Isagi said something stupid.”

“When has he ever said something smart?” 

Rin fights back a smile at your sass. “Tch. He said guys who get into relationships… happy ones… tend to gain a bit of weight.” 

You stop stirring the pot. 

Rin bites on his cheek to keep a smile off his thin lips. You turn to him, pretending to be unaffected. 

“Oh? Yoichi-kun finally said something smart and true—” you emphasise. “—for the first time. I’m proud of him.” 

He looks too good in his compression shirt, biceps rippling and torso stacked with muscles that cling to the black fabric. You flush and look away, but he’s caught you. 

“So,” Rin walks towards you, arms coming to wrap around your waist. “Do you think that’s true?” 

A smile threatens to spread across your stupidly lovesick expression. “I guess so. Is this your way of saying you’re happy with me?” 

Rin’s not a man of many words, but you hear him loud and clear when he kisses your neck. 

You pretend you don’t feel your heart thrumming rapidly or the heat scorching your cheeks. “I’ll fill your bowl with konjac noodles instead. Can’t have Ego-san make you run around the field again.” 

Rin hums, and his arms remain loose around your waist. He may be a man of little words, but sometimes he would say something that made you wish you never had ears to begin with.

“So, have you gained weight throughout this relationship?” 

Quick as lightning, you turn towards him, waving the ladle in his face, soup droplets splattering onto the floor. 

“Don’t even go there, Itoshi.” 

“But—”

“Abubbubbub,” you tut. “Nope. Hard no. Keep quiet or else I’ll sabotage your diet with fried chicken.”

He gapes, wounded that you would bring up his kryptonite—one that he had discovered through late nights studying with you by his side. To think that you would be the one to bend Itoshi Rin’s unbreakable diet with greasy goodness was a power rush that could rival the world’s smuggest god complex. 

“Y/N—”

“I’m serious, Itoshi,” you say, completely serious. “Make yourself useful and get me some spring onion stalks from the chiller.”

He sighs, shuffling towards the fridge and opening it grouchily. “I’m kidding.”

“You better be.”

Suddenly, your arms are around him, and he turns to find you cornering him into the wall, your eyes twinkling with mischief. 

Rin’s heart skips a beat, and he prepares to put on a scowl that melts away into a tongue-tied, blushing mess when you murmur: 

“S’your turn—tell me I’m still sexy to you.” 

— rbs and feedback are appreciated !!

©️ lalunanymph

[butyouaremymess]

The Bridgerton fandom (especially the benophie and kanthony fandom) and fatphobia

the bridgerton fandom - especially certain subfandoms - have a huge fatphobia problem and it's really awful. i'm going to include some screenshots of tweets and i don't think these screenshots need any explanation but i'll still talk about them.

but first things first, nicola and therefore pen are not exactly plus size but she is - especially compared to the other lead actresses - not conventionally thin and i think the fact that that nicola/pen isn't even considered plus size makes the fatphobia worse tbh. you just have to be not be conventionally thin for certain people to be awful about your body.

we start with how certain people talk about the intimate/sex scenes in S3 (the first three screenshots are about the carriage scene and the fourth screenshot is about colin and pen having sex scenes). i don't think i have to explain what an awful person you have to be to make these kind of comments about people and their bodies, especially since we don't get to see people in bigger bodies be desired on screen that often. and bridgerton is a show that got famous for their sex scenes but somehow only in s3 it's a problem and we get comments like these? i mean wtf is this like talking about melting their eyes and making fun of that scene??? interesting how they don't want to make fun of the intimate scenes in s1 or s2.

i wish it would stop there but somehow these people are getting worse and i want to talk about how certain people in this fandom think that criticizing the wardrobe and make-up and hair in s3. let be real these criticisms are always a way for them to be fatphobic in a sneaky way because somehow they always only criticize penelope's hair and make-up and costumes and even call her frumpy and her hair in s3 "regency hooker look" like ?????

i think these screenshots are self-explanatory because these are just plain fatphobia because apparently you have to have a certain body type to fit in a bikini and of course only polin doesn't have chemistry.

i had to look at these tweets over and over while making this post and i still can't believe how vile and awful these people are and all this because for once we had a lead that wasn't conventionally thin and her story wasn't about her body and she was desired. and i think that's the problem for a lot of people. colin loved and desired pen and the story didn't focus on her body or weight and she wasn't made to feel less because of her body. a lot of fatphobic people want people who are not conventionally thin to feel ashamed about their bodies and they want to see them be humiliated ad this clearly didn't happen in s3. colin was on his knees (literally and figuratively) for pen.

and let's not forget how a lot of people wanted pen to settle for lord debling, someone who openly told her that he couldn't love her. no one wanted daphne to settle for the prince or kate to court dorset but somehow pen is supposed to settle for a loveless marriage? because even if certain people don't want to admit it, they don't want people in bigger bodies to find love and get a happy-ending. because why else would certain people fantasize about the queen beheading pen for being lady whistledown or even about anthony killing pen. apparently pen deserves to die for her mistakes but daphne who sa-ed her husband and anthony who promised his sister to a pedophile deserve love and forgiveness.

and it interesting how a certain sub-fandom got a lot of new stuff on valentine's day, but the only thing these people could say was how classy the new season is compared to s3. mind you, we haven't seen any scenes of s4 yet, but in their minds s3 is trashy and s4 is going to be classy. a season with a lead with a bigger body is trashy but the seasons before that were classy and the season (that hasn't even aired yet but has a thin lead again) is once again classy and it's so frustrating that these people won't even acknowledge how horrible and awful they are.

the bridgerton fandom is one of the most fatphobic fandoms ever and most of the fandom doesn't even care or actually supports this behaviour and worse celebrates it.

(btw, some of these tweets are also incredibly vile towards luke and keep bringing up his looks and rumors about plastic surgery which is a topic that should be discussed as well.)

[griseldabanks]

For the WIP game, As My Own Soul

Here, have an excerpt:

But finally the door slammed shut behind him and he was alone. The apartment was dark—of course it was; it was Tuesday, which meant Mom was working the late shift at the nursing home. Good. The last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone. “Hey, David, 'zat you?” How could he have forgotten? Of course Jonathan would be here when he got home. He always was. David tried to hurry past the kitchen to the left of the entryway, making a beeline for his bedroom. But before he could take two paces, he felt a tug on the top handle of his backpack, holding him in place. “Woah, hold your horses! It's my solemn duty to greet you with milk and cookies and ask how your day went when Mom's not here. C'mon, Davey, you know that.” What's the matter, Fatso? You could use the diet anyway, Davey. David yanked out of Jonathan's grip without looking back. “Don't c-call me that!” he said, the words bursting out in a horrible croaking voice that made it completely obvious he was crying. Choking down a sob, David ran with all his might for the bedroom and slammed the door behind himself.

WIP Game

[lylahammar]

this fat liberation month I'm wishing for every british author to be visited by the ghosts of fatphobic characters they've written past present and future

[millidew]

trying to figure out how to draw this family

lillie has her dad's eyes, gladion has his mom's eyes

lillie bleached her hair bc of lusamine (haven't decided if lusamine also bleaches her hair). her darker roots show in her second design

gladion dyed his hair with cheap hair dye after he ran away

i don't like how similar lusamine and mohn's hair/eyes look, so i redesigned him a bit too w/ darker hair and eyes

[2manyturbos]

So when's the baby due?

"Oh fuck off!!"

[sunnydust2003]

Vent:

I don't like my own body.

I want my body become a beautiful like everyone else but i'm just chubby.

They used skinny shame but now, they keep fat shame on me so much.

I'm really want lost my chubby weight, so i can become beautiful like everyone else.

But i guess, it's not going happened or anytime.

I will just stuck be as chubby person.

I'm trying tell my mom about i want go to gym and lost my weight and she's promised about this but she's keep lying.

I wish my body was beautiful.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

It Was Only Supposed to be a One Night Stand (part 8)

Tw: Yandere, Montgomery came from a dysfunctional family, fat shaming, like bullying from parents

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Part 9

After four long days and three steamy nights, you finally reached the homestead that Montgomery was raving about.

It is massive. Lively too.

Even during winter, the animals were kicking up a fuss inside their respective barns. The main, open fields didn't seem to be growing anything, but you can see a couple of greenhouses side by side. The silos tower all the nearby buildings. Everything seems all over the place yet organized at the same time, perhaps you're not well versed in the art of farming, you wouldn't get it.

He drove further down to a large, two storey farmhouse. The wooden planks worn with age and memories, plants creeping from under the sheet of powdery white. Montgomery parked right next to five other trucks that clearly saw better days. You turned your head to see that there is another living quarter, this time with two cars, but four vacant parking spots.

Typical of him, he gets out of the car first to open your door.

You held onto his hand as your boots flatten the snow below you. He has a protective arm around your waist, making you sure that you won't fall.

"We made it home." He pulled his scarf down to give you a kiss on the forehead. "Praise lord, we made it safe and sound." Montgomery rubbed your back up and down.

Praise lord? That's new. You never pegged him to be religious, seeing how he is behind bedroom and motel doors.

He struck his knuckles against the sturdy door that's protected by a metal gate. You eyed the rust coating them, wondering how old their properties are.

With this much resources, they should have been filthy rich. Why is everyone cramped into these two houses?

The door swung open to reveal an older male, with greying hair and a baseball cap. He is a lot shorter than Montgomery himself.

"Monty, my boy!" He exclaimed and excitedly opened the gate. Both men flung themselves onto each other and had a hug fest.

"I missed ya, pa." The older gentleman lets out a hearty laugh.

"Missed ya too, Ugly."

Ugly? That's... an odd thing to call your son. You can see that Montgomery's smile faltered a bit.

"So? Gonna introduce me to this beauty here?" His father smiled at you.

"This is (name), my partner." Montgomery clasped his hands on your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. "Born n' raised in the city." He shot his father a look, as if hinting to not make you too uncomfortable with the countryside lifestyle.

"Huh. Now how did ya' get to meet my son? I know y'all city dwellers have sky-high expectations for lovers, especially in the looks department ." He guffawed and slapped Montgomery on the back. "I guess his heart of gold won ya' over."

Your boyfriend looks uncomfortable.

You changed the subject, asking if you could come in due to the freezing weather.

"Come on in! A friend of Monty is a friend of mine, I ain't have much from his side. So, I'm excited to get to know ya!" He steps aside to let the both of you in.

It definitely has a rustic aesthetic. Cushions and rugs worn and tattered. There are three German Shepherds sleeping on the couches. A fluffy grey cat sits atop one of them, eyes serenely closed.

The hearth is crackling loudly and its heat is warming the house up. You looked around to see numerous framed pictures of his family on all sides of the walls.

There are a dizzying number of different faces that you can identify. You wonder if he had a thousand siblings or these are including his cousins and niblings.

"Do I hear that Monty the Ugly is home?!" A high pitched voice rang from another room.

"Ya' sure did, Sugar! Our boy is home!"

A woman of similar age to his father, came rushing in. In her arms held a large wooden bowl filled with what looks like batter of some sort.

She set the bowl down on a table somewhere and hurled herself to Montgomery. She gave him a bone-crushing hug, it was so tight that your boyfriend had the air knocked out of his lungs. That's where he gets his habit from.

She whipped her head towards you, her eyes lit up even more and you could almost feel her gyrating on the spot.

"Oh! Who's this little sweet thing right here?" She let her son go before skittering towards you. His mother reminded you a lot of a hyperactive mouse.

"That's Monty's lover, can you believe it?!" His father replied with great enthusiasm.

She let out a squeal and squeezed your cheeks. "No! I can't. Praise Jesus, he finally found someone who loves him past his outside!"

"That's enough now, ma." He forcefully pried her away from you. She stumbled backward a little, her husband came to her aid but before he could defend her, she had something to say.

"What? I'm just showin' our guest how we welcome folks like them!" Whined his mother. Montgomery ignored them, preferring to inspect your face instead, he caressed your cheeks as he whispered, "I'm sorry about them."

"And I raised ya' better than to put your hands on your mother like that!" His father had a sudden change of tone, his face contorted into something a lot less friendly.

"I know that's right, Monty! The city corrupted your values, ya' should have stayed back and helped with the family business." His mother spat with malice.

"Really!? Right now? In front of my sweetheart?" Montgomery retorted with equal offense. He stood in front of you protectively.

They snapped their head towards you and took a moment of silence. Their animosity dropped as fast as it arrived, they returned to their smiles and giggles.

"Silly ol' us, where are our manners? You ain't even know what to call us!" The father hooked his arm around your neck and gave you a noogie. You wince at the sudden touch and pain.

"You can call me 'ma', and him 'pa'. Forget about the Mr and Mrs crap, we're all family here!" His mother clapped her hands excitedly.

"Hands off!" Montgomery's digits curled around his father's wrist, yanking it away from your head. He shoved him away from you and pressed you close into him. "Don't fucking touch them!" He shouted.

"What the hell has gotten into ya'? We're your parents, for god's sake! You don't get to talk to us like that!" Retaliated his father.

"Precisely, Monty! The city's no good for you. If only you listened to us and pastor--"

You interrupted their potentially disastrous argument, asking to meet the rest of the family. Like before, they immediately forget about their anger and go straight to being lovingly sweet again.

"Yes! I'll call those lazy bones down right now." The mother took a deep breath and began screeching their names, she moved towards the staircase and continued yelling. You had to plug your ears with your fingers, it was as loud as the train. Maybe even louder.

"While my wife's callin' them down, c'mon, I'll teach you their names." His father wanted to put a hand on your shoulder, but Montgomery growled at him. He rolled his eyes and let his hand drop to the side.

You stood in front of the second biggest framed picture in the living room. You let out a sigh of relief, at least you only need to remember the faces and names of 10 people, as opposed to 70 in the largest family picture.

All of them wore the same flannel shirt and type of jeans.

"That's Noel, our youngest. He's turnin' 25 this Christmas. Be careful with him, he's the softest among all of us. He just can't take a joke!" He pointed at the boy who had his hair bleached, his roots were showing. You took note of his rainbow shoelaces.

"That's Baby-Ruth. She's sweeter than chocolate, she's the only one showin' willingness to help out around the farm. Unlike a certain someone who decided to abandon us." He narrowed his eyes at Montgomery, and his father received a mean glare back. Baby-Ruth is the only glowing one in this picture who genuinely looks happy to be in it.

"Ah! Rufus the dog! He's a lean, mean machine, lemme tell ya that. He does all the heavy liftin', he could carry a full-grown cow across the field and not break a sweat! Just hopin' he would lay off the moonshine." Rufus looks horrendous in this picture, eyebags, tousled hair, and sunken cheeks.

"And that's your loverboy, Monty the Ugly!" He pointed at a younger-looking Montgomery.

You said that he looks handsome in this picture, you didn't understand why he's being assigned the title. But truth be told, he just looks average.

Upon hearing that, Montgomery felt his heart swell and he became bashful. But the moment was ruined when his father decided to laugh in your face.

"I guess big places like the city have some big variety of tastes. Not here, though."

You tried defending your boyfriend, feeling upset that he's unfairly treated in this family. Or maybe you felt offended when he implied that your standards are low. You said that he was well sought after in the city, people liked how strong and rugged he was. There is no way he's considered unattractive here.

What you said is not necessarily true in Montgomery's experiences, but it made him melt nonetheless.

You fully expected a shouting match with his father like earlier. But he only brushed it off and took it as a joke.

"Stop yankin' my chains, ain't no way the majority prefer... this-" He gestured towards your boyfriend. "-Over, this!" He pointed to the next family member.

You wouldn't admit it out loud. But whoever his father is pointing at is definitely a hunk. He has a million-dollar smile and striking hazel eyes. The man has his hair slicked back into a neat fashion, you can see his muscles peeking out of his flannel. He knows how to flaunt his good side.

"Our poster boy, Beau! All the ladies in town and out of town is chasin' after him. That's why, he's the face of our products. Shame that he married a woman that didn't quite match his level."

You asked him if he's calling his wife hideous.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Somethin' like that. You're a much better fit for him, but I guess to each their own."

You shot Montgomery a look, your mouth agape. Is his family always like this? He looked away shamefully, starting to regret visiting home.

"Next! Betty the fatty! She could never seem to shed that weight." He chuckled. "I guess Mama's fried chicken's too good for her to resist! Breaking a chair or five never stopped her from getting seconds or thirds or fifteenths during Thanksgiving!"

You brought your hands to your head. You told him that they must be insane, Betty may be chubbier than the rest of them, but she looks normal. Perhaps even thinner than you are, given her height. Either way, She doesn't deserve to be talked about like that.

"Ah, don't you worry. I was just kiddin'. She only broke four chairs with her fatass. Plus, she can take a joke. Unlike a certain wannabe blondie." Before you could even argue about anything else, Montgomery squeezed your shoulder gently. You turned your head to see him shaking his head, pleading with you to drop it. So you did.

"We got the other end of the spectrum, Emerson the Skeleton!" Horrified, your eyes trailed to the end of his fingertips. He's pointing to an emaciated woman who has a scarf tied to her head, it looks like she's trying to cover up part of her hair. She didn't appear to be smiling and her eyes looked vacant.

"She's lazy. Barely helping out with the farm and always sleepin' in. Always spendin' her hard-earned check at the hospital, I wonder what's so interestin' over there."

You cannot tell if he was joking or if he truly did not understand she was suffering from some sort of illness.

"We worry for her, she's nearly 40 and unmarried. I reckon it's cause she ain't have no meat on her bones. Men like to go for something with a little more substance, ya' get what I'm saying?" He nudges you in the rib using his elbow.

Montgomery was about to jump in, but you raised a palm to him. Telling him that it's fine.

"And finally, our oldest. Mary-Grace. Can't believe she's turnin' 50. Time has gone by so fast." He has a wistful look on his face. The oldest looked... tortured. She seems so angry yet so trapped. Her deep wrinkles show you unseen expressions.

Interestingly enough, he has nothing much to say about her.

"Then, there's us! Me, Robert Yeller and my lovely wife, Anna-Mae Yeller. We've been married for 50 long years. She's just a couple months older than I am, but she acts just like my mother!" They both look the happiest. Everyone except Baby-Ruth looked like they were attending a funeral in comparison.

You asked how old are they now.

"We turned 66 this year." The gears started turning in your head. You rather not think about it in the end.

"-meet the new addition to our family!" Your ears perked up at the voice of Anna-Mae. You turned around to see Noel, Emerson and Mary-Grace Yeller. Your eyes rolled down to see a gaggle of children, excitedly chattering among each other.

The children squealed when they saw you and Montgomery. They were like high-speed bullets the way they came running. They latched onto you, their weight making you lose your balance and fall to the ground.

You groaned as they laughed and hugged you close.

"I know y'all are excited to meet your new pibling. But guys, git off them, you're going to scare my Sweetheart away!" He shooed them off you, they shrieked playfully as Montgomery exaggerated his stomps, chasing them around the room until they slipped off to somewhere else to play.

Montgomery seems to get along with the children well. You wondered if he wanted children later in life, that may be a problem given the economy is on a downward trend.

Your boyfriend helped you up, checking you for any injuries sustained.

You turned your face to look at his siblings. They're... nothing like their parents personality-wise. They stared at you cautiously, a conflicted look rested on their faces as soon as their eyes landed on Montgomery.

There was tension in the air, Mary-Grace furrowed her eyebrows, looking at Montgomery. Then he turned to you, and an unreadable expression emerged.

"Welcome. Make yerself' at home." She was curt. She turned around and walked away.

"Hello." Emerson rasps. She gave you a small wave and a polite smile. She too, left the room promptly.

Noel looked you up and down, seemingly judging you.

"How was life like in the city?" He ignored you, asking Montgomery.

"Show my partner some respect, if you know what's good for you." Seethed Montgomery through his gritted teeth.

"Sup." He gave you an upward nod. You mirrored his behavior.

"Were you happy?" Asked Noel, treating you like you're invisible. "Were they any less 'sensitive' than me?"

"Noel." He snarled. "Not now."

To your surprise, Noel didn't inherit any of their Southern accents. He almost sounds... Californian.

Noel snorted. "Welcome to the Yeller household. I can tell you're going to love it here." The sarcasm dripping from his tone definitely didn't go undetected. He went back upstairs, you heard a loud slam shortly after.

"Heh, guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, amirite?" The couple laughed in unison.

Montgomery rubbed your arm up and down. "Let's go." He whispered.

He excused himself needing to set the luggage down in the bedroom. You followed him to the car, not wanting to be in the same room as the unstable elderly couple.

What have you gotten yourself into?

[doublequaterpounder]

Absolutely swell to wake up and see the front page of the internets top post is from a subreddit called futurology spewing incredibly fatphobic rhetoric

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS AWFUL AND DISGUSTING

like i don’t expect much from reddit but this genuinely makes me feel so so so terrible and makes me want get so much fatter as a rebellion of all this bullshittery

sorry to bring this to your attention but they’re trying to eliminate fatness and we can no longer go unseen and unheard about our fatness. speak your true fat self. dress to show off your body not hide it.

fuck this, fuck everything about this and i will not be quiet about this. they will not win

rant done sorry

[latestagejenga]

Alright

I am officially done

I have snapped

I am putting this “fat” MM!April shit to bed once and for all

A while ago I saw someone take a photo of Taylor Swift, trace her waistline, and compare it side by side with a cartoon “skinny” woman to prove that cartoons often portray women with unrealistic proportions

I intend to do something rather similar

I am a very skinny woman. I’ve been told this my whole life. I have traced the outline of my waist and the outline of MM!April’s waist and have compared them side by side

It’s plain to see that there is like an inch difference at most. It’s called having room for your internal organs

[xxxsugarcyanidexxx]

I was at a cafe with a friend and they stood up to go to the restroom. They have bought a couple muffins to take home to their kids, and I was there alone when the waiter come up to me.

So I'm sitting there, drinking my coffee and eating a brownie, when the waiter looks at me and says, "You aren't going to eat all that, are you?"

And I laughed, and said no, that the extra baked goods were for my friend.

He replied with, "You'll be fat." And my circuits shut off for a sec, and I said, "What?"

"You're making yourself fat."

Then he?????? Walked away??????

What the actual fuck, when did people get the balls to say this shit??? You work at a PASTRY SERVING CAFE.

And like??? You never know what someone is going through,,, I felt insecure the rest of the day cause!!! Guess what!!!! I do have an eating disorder!!!!!

The one day I relax and let myself eat, I'm getting harassed by an employee??

And guess what, dude. Nothing wrong with being fat.

but maybe don't??? Say shit like that unprompted?? To someone who may have that type of insecurity????