i was so fat back then

virginiawoolfitdown  asked:

I was just scrolling through your posts and came upon the one awhile back about Sophie from Anastasia, and how her fatness is never made the butt of the joke and she's presented as attractive. Well, it pains me to say that Sophie is played by a thin actress in the Broadway musical version of Anastasia. Look it up (her character's name is now Lily, btw, but that's beside the point). The musical is pretty different from the movie, sure, but that's no excuse to not use a fat actress! I'm so pissed!

It is called fat erasure in the media. And they also just did that on the new Marvel series The Runaways.
It is inexcusable and plain and simple fatphobia.

- Mod Guillermo

monsterspooks  asked:

That butt pic got me thinkin, is... Is Amy's tail squishy? Or is it like all muscle? Looks squishy, wish to squish but I don't wanna die lol

It depends since he can literally just mold his body into whatever he feels at the moment! But for the most part I picture it kinda squishy since it’s based on a leopard gecko’s tail! So it usually stores most of his ‘fat’ (I mostly call it mass) he uses to redistribute around his body when he shifts his physical form around.

if the tail get’s damaged he’ll have a harder time being able to maintain certain sizes and forms (mainly making himself appear huge and monstery)!

It can grow back (when completely removed) if he eats and ofc get’s fatter the more he eats (people) !

On the topic of Paying for Writing

This came to me after that whole discussion about paying for someone writing and that “anyone” can write. Needless to stay this stoked my ire. Then a sense of deja vu hit me. 

Who got paid to write? I did. 

I grew in a third world country, and this was back in the day you had no internet and no texting blah blah blah. Anyway, I was 12, I was in high school (because there is no such thing as middle school where I came from), also I started school early and nobody questioned it. 

I was the target of bullying, because, hey, weird fat kid with big glasses right? They picked on me, called me names, whatever. Bullies, what’s new? I went to a private high school so these were rich kids bullying middle class nerd. Long story short they chose to nitpick on me.

Of course in high school you had all these goddamn freaking essays they made you write. What I did in the Summer. What happened in School Today. We had creative writing class. When I was 10 my English teacher discovered I had a knack for writing. I competed. I won. So when I hit 12 and these writing assignments came, it was easy for me. I wrote what came naturally. I was a star! I can deal out a 1000-word essay and not break a sweat.

Then the bullies noticed.

They said, “Hey nerd you wanna make these essays for us?”

I blinked. Without a second thought. “Okay. But you have to pay me.”

I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the entrepreneur my mother instilled in me since I was 8. 

They were stumped for a bit. But between their lousy grammar and laziness they decided. “How much?”

“Five pesos per piece.”

These were spoiled rich brats. Between making their homework and paying the talented nerd in class they decided on the latter.

So I wrote. I got paid. I didn’t give them their homework (which they had to rewrite so it’s in their penmanship) until I got my cash. No, they can’t stiff me because I would snitch on them. I could say they bullied me into writing their stupid homework. 

Also, we had different teachers for different Creative Writing classes, so if I reiterated one essay, they wouldn’t notice. I would reuse old material if I knew they had a different teacher. Did we get caught? No. I did minor changes but sometimes gave the same essay to different idiots. I threw words around, changed a paragraph here and there.

One other thing I made money on? Love letters. Like I said, back in the day, you didn’t have texting/email/whatever. Also it was a conservative Catholic school, No crazy shit allowed. Girls were immediately smitten with a goddamn, well-written love letter. What did I do? I penned them, for 10 pesos a piece, altered my penmanship for every one, modified words here and there. We were dumb teenagers, they took the bait. They would think Casanova wrote it. And if I didn’t like the asshole who commissioned me? I told the girl he liked that I got paid to write it. 

It honed my writing, it got me extra cash, and the bullies left me alone because they needed my expertise.

Of course my shtick only lasted for maybe two years. I eventually got tired of it. Sorry dudes, you gotta do your own homework now. 

 Anyone can write? I dunno about that. I wrote pretty damn good back in the day, good enough to make girls swoon and rich brats to pay me to do their shit.

And I loved every second of it. 

anonymous asked:

I admit I originally found your content from a reposted picture of you on Facebook I thought "wow he's hot and has the superhero physique to match the shirts he wears" so I found you on Tumblr for "eyecandy" but I started working out a lot more and really reacted well to your type of motivation i went back to my pre-fat body. I've gone from 270 at 30%bf to 240 at 20%. You've inspired me to get this far and changed my outlook to appreciate the effort behind the attractive people I follow,

I’m digging your shift in mentality especially appreciating the hard work that goes into molding and sculpting a body and not just the visual appeal of it. Great work on getting started with your own healthy choices and for making great progress towards a happier healthier you that’s awesome.

I am curious where you saw my posts on Facebook since I don’t post any there. Was it tied to some type of advertising/promo or was someone just taking my pics and posting them?

Anyway it’s good to hear that my blog continues to help shift perspectives and how people look at others achievements as well as the desire to start on their own.

anonymous asked:

Kyla is 15 and everyone keeps body shaming her. Everyone calls her fat and says she needs to lose weight. Recently she has left to go back to America because of a concussion however that hasn't been proven so everyone thinks she left because of everyone body shaming her

i’ve been sitting here for like 5 minutes staring at this message and sighing…

i understand there’s a difference in perspective of body images. that being said… she’s 15. she’s a teenager. she’s still growing, her body is still changing. and i personally think it’s a little creepy for people to be shaming her body ??? to be making any comments about her figure ??? give the girl a break, she’s young, she’s in the spotlight, and most importantly, she’s a PERSON. with FEELINGS. i’ll never understand how people can justify their rude and derogatory comments about other people. no one has any right to judge another person.

i also looked up a picture of her. she’s not fat. not even remotely. and with the routines kpop idols have to go through, the diets i’m sure they have, and their average day-to-day life, i’m confident that she’s healthy. so i feel awful that people think they can comment and judge a teenager’s body to the point that she MAY have left. people like that just ruin what’s supposed to be enjoyable. 

anonymous asked:

I skipped psych today and while I was upstairs this kid walked past me and my friend and he was staring at me as he walked to the bathroom so I looked up and he smiled at me and I smiled back And then when he left the bathroom he looked at me again so I smiled first and he walked away grinning like a doofus,,,and idk im not used to this stuff happening to me bc im fat and ugly lmao

it’s a love story baby just say yes

Family Trip

20m, last year my Father had to visit Spain where another company wanted to merge with his. Having been on the rocks with my Mother at the time he thought it would be best to bring her and myself with him. Thinking this would bring the spark back into their lives he booked a five-star hotel for the month. My Mother and I were more than excited having never been there or Europe in general. We did not know what to expect at all. The moment I found out about this I began looking up things to do while there. Making a list at the very top was to hit some beaches since it was the middle of summer there. My Mother had the same idea packing a carry on bag of just bikinis and towels. When we got there it was everything you seen in movies plus so much more. The first two weeks my Father would be meeting his potential partners during the days working with their company to see how they function and stuff. So it was just my Mother and I, which was much better than their bickering all the time when he was around. Our first day we decided to find a beach so she had me look up the closest one. Telling me she can’t wait any longer to get in the water she didn’t care how nice the beach was only that it was the closest. I found a highly rated one on google and we called a taxi and went straight there. It was mid day on a Monday so there won’t be a lot of people there the driver told us. She was even more excited about this since crowded beaches aren’t relaxing. When the driver dropped us off my Mom had me pay him as she ran off to the beach. When I caught up to her standing at the edge I soon realized what she had moments before. Unlike the U.S. this was Spain and it was very very normal that this was a Nudist beach. My Mom’s face was red and not from the sun and I too started to blush as mature men and women walked around with their privates freely flopping in the wind. She smiled awkwardly at me and I shrugged telling her I had no idea this was even a real thing. She said we should just go out there in our bathing suits and act as if its a normal beach ignoring the other people since there really wasn’t anyone there. I accepted and we found a nice spot pretty much secluded to ourselves. My Mom didn’t waist any time running to the water and diving in as I laid out looking at all of the old women in the distance. I had never seen mature women completely nude in person so seeing their unfit bodies was new to me and surprisingly a turn on. I think that was because it was so new and raw that my body couldn’t say no. Once my Mom got back from the water she laid down beside me to get some sun telling me how nice the water is. I could care less about the water at this point trying to make my half hard dick unnoticeable to her. A few minutes passed and I saw two older men walking our direction. The one was fat with his stomach completely overshadowing his dick and the other very average. They came straight over to us and began talking to us. Unable to understand Spanish my Mom told them and they repeated themselves in English for us. The average guy said, “this is a nudist beach and you must know it is very disrespectful to the rest of us that you wear your bathing suits.” Standing there with very aggressive looks they made it a point that we must either strip or leave. My Mom looked at me with a disappointed look as she tried to reason with me on why we could stay. Telling me she didn’t mind if I didn’t I then agreed. She said to the men that was fine we will strip so they can go back to enjoying themselves. They then shot me some mean looks before going away. Mom then smiled at me and said, “I guess it is no big deal seeing your mother naked”, as she untied her top straps. Watching her ample tits bounce out of the top was more than amazing having always wondered what they looked like. Stunned I never imagined they would be so amazing though. She has a thin waist from working out a lot and around 5'7" with 32DD. She then continued to take off her bottom and looked to see if I was doing them same. I froze since my dick was now hard as fuck and I feared what she would say. She seemed to notice my embarrassment and told me she will go to the water now so I could undress in private at least. Watching her walk away as her ass switched from side to side did nothing to help my problem. So I just pulled them off so those two guys wouldn’t come back. I tried to find a comfortable way to hide my dick, but nothing worked as it struck a flag pole pose. I bet if my Mom looked at it from the water she could have (not saying I am huge) it was just that obvious. A palm in the desert. Soon after she  started to come back and I decided to roll over on my stomach. I could feel her walking up from behind me and her voice call to me, “cute bald ass hun”. I couldn’t help but laugh since she was probably used to the site of my father’s hairy body. We hung out for a while like this and no matter how much time passed my dick wouldn’t go down. Buried in the sand beneath me I could feel it twitch at the sight of every naked woman passing. My mom must have figured something was up as she watched my back change from pale to crab red. Telling me she was going to take a nap she also turned over onto her stomach looking the other direction. I took advantage of this moment and rolled over feeling the sand stuck to my chest and stomach. I decided to head to the water thinking it might be best to cool down my manhood. As I walked up to the water it was super cold on my feet so I took my time getting in. This was long enough for a couple of mature women to approach me asking if I was alone. Watching as their eyes flashed from my dick to my face I knew they were after a young eager guy like me. Feeling flattered they were so flirtatious I played along to see what would happen. They were both easily in their 50’s with bodies to match. Tear drop breasts and average aged bodies I never thought I would find them attractive until now. Must be a mixture of curiosity and hormones. This did nothing to help with my manhood problem as they continued to flirt and one even gestured her hands while talking, which slightly grazed the tip. They continued to do this while asking me all about men in the States. The one even went as far as grabbing the shaft one good time giving it a slow stroke while asking if we like experienced women. I allowed this since it needed some attention anyways. We talked for a couple more minutes as they now tried to get me to come lay with them. Very tempted we were interrupted by another as my Mom come walking right up next to me. Surprise by her presence I nearly forgot I was with her. She shot dirty looks to the women who were much older than her as she took me by the hand asking me what they were talking about. I just told her they were wondering where I was from as she looked back at me knowing full well I was full of shit. She then asked if I would come back and put lotion on her back as the older women got the hint walking back to their spot. I followed my Mom to our spot where she handed me the bottle of cream. She smiled and said, “wow I never imagined my own Son would be a target for such mature women.” I told her it was nothing to worry about as I caught her eyes locked on my hard dick. Looking up she blushed and told me she could see why they were so interested. This was like gas to the fire as my dick twitched having never heard something so provocative. Hearing my own Mother say that drove me so wild I felt my dick swelling more as she glanced at it several more times. I almost busted at the thought of this all. She then laughed and said, “maybe you don’t need the cream, seems like you have enough of your own.” I then glanced down at what she was looking at to see a stream of precum pouring from my dick. Looking up at her my eyes drifted up her thick legs to her stubbly pussy then around her round tits and juicy lips. By the time I got to her eyes I could feel my dick throbbing again and more precum was surely leaking out. She saw my lust growing and then asked, “can we act as if we are not Mother and Son for just today?” I nodded my head slowly unable to speak as she crawled closer reaching out for my dick while keeping eye contact. Feeling her hand grab it drove me insane as she bent down putting it straight into her mouth. I collapsed as she took my length. Swallowing my dick like I have never had it sucked before she was so passionate. I couldn’t believe what was happening as she cupped my balls with her hand and swirled her tongue around my tip. She told me that it has been nearly a year since she has done this with my father and much longer since she had sex. The sound of that word was like lightning through my body. She crawled on top of me and lined my dick up with her pussy. I could feel it dripping wet as she slipped my tip past her lips. My heart slammed as I zoned out on her. She slowly slid it in sitting down on it as I could feel inside of her. It was amazing how tight she was and no surprise since she works out so much and hasn’t been taken by a man in such a long time. I am not going to lie all of the energy passing through me was so overwhelming that I couldn’t last more than a minute before I had to come. She pulled me out and stroked me as I came all over my stomach and her hand. I never came so much and she never seen so much come as she told me this laughing with excitement. Squeezing the last few drops out she complimented me on how hard it still was. I then asked her is she still wanted to continue and oh did she! Climbing on top of me without another word she started riding me again this time much harder. The cum was now spilling off of my sides as she bounced around. She even laid down on top of me rubbing her huge tits all over my chest covering herself in my cum. When she rose back up I could see strings of my sticky cum band from our bodies as she rubbed it into her tits. She was wild and going crazy as she then slid her fingers into her mouth tasting me. I could feel her pussy tighten when she did this as she began to come on my dick. Grinding harder now she moaned with her finders in her mouth while her other hand slid across my stomach only to scoop up more cum to taste. Feeling her pussy surging she came and I couldn’t help but cum with her. Trying to warn her it was far too late I unloaded inside of her. I am not sure if she knew so I kept my mouth shut scared she might flip. When she finished she looked down at me with a bright eyed smile and said, “come let go get clean in the water”. I followed her down to the water where she and I washed the cum from out bodies. I was so happy to see how cool she was about what just happened. We left the beach soon after and spent the rest of the night with my Father. Every day after while my Father was working we went back to the beach and continued our fun as a couple. In the end my Mom convinced my Dad this trip saved their marriage so he made the deal and we now spend half the year in Spain. 


Avoid bingeing?

It’s hard. Very very hard. but not impossimble. Heres some shitty tips that might help avoiding it:


1. Drink water. So much water that you feel like you are going to explode. It will fill your stomach instead of food.


2. Keep your goals in your mind. Don’t forget why are you doing this. Remember that if ypu binge you are going straight back to square one.


3. Eat fruit or veggies. Theres so much less calories and they wont make you gain as much as carb- or fat filled foods. It also helps with cravings and saves you from bigger bingeing if you eat something healthy.


4. Keep your mind busy. Go shopping, hang out with friends, go for a walk or clean the house. Busy mind doesn’t have time to think about food all the time.


Didn’t come up with more than 4 tips, i know i suck. Many of you might already know these, ok i bet that 99% of anamia community knows these. But remenber to keep your goals in your mind and stay safe❤

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@thelostmoongazer I may not have access to a computer right now but you inspired me and so I tried traditional for the first time since 2013. My name on another site is Starbits and I follow people who have posted art of their objecthead ocs I am amazed I didn’t think of this sooner.

I was just about to post and then I remembered your friend had a sun head persona and it was like “I gotta.”

*poof* This is the only way I really take selfies…with a snapchat filter. I think that’s going to change. I’ll start showing my scars. Start showing the acne and hives and marks and blemishes. I’m so hard on myself and always looking for validation. All of the stressing doesn’t help. I keep myself from meeting new people because I can’t face the thought of them not liking me. I was always reduced to a joke and made fun of growing up in school. I had thick glasses since I’m almost legally blind. Pepperoni face…like the commercials you see for proactiv where they like to boast the most terrible cases can be cured… I’m unable to take accutane so watching everyone like me in school become clear and bloom into social butterflies made me want to kill myself all the time. I haven’t changed since then. I can’t accept myself. That has to change. I’m becoming violent. I’m acting out against myself. I want peace. I need love. And I can’t be worried about wanting people to like how I look. It is so hard.

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‘seinfeld’ script

written by 10 people using predictive text keyboards

source: transcripts of episodes from season 3 of seinfeld. source texts specific to character with separate source for stage directions. 18 word options at each step. finished script also includes one or two stage directions generated by a recurrent neural network.

writers: carl s, corey g, elle o, erin m, gabe m, jonah c, joseph p, kai c, rob d

editors me and rob d

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anonymous asked:

How would you feel about being kidnapped to become a breeding cow?

i hope it happens to me. i hope i’m thrown into a truck and i come to on a farm, already rigged into a heavy-duty milking sling. i hope i wake up because i’m being bounced around only to instantly realize a man’s cock is inside me, pounding away, and i have no idea how long it’s been going on. i can’t seem to make a sound. i realize i can’t even fully turn my head or see behind me. if i look down i can just barely tell that something’s happened to my breasts. they’re huge now, and swollen, so big that the teat cups suctioned onto my nipples are nearly dragging the ground. someone comes up alongside me and kneels down, and a huge hand reaches out to fondle me. he pulls the cup off my nipple and i just barely see his blurry, too-close face lean down before i feel the stranger’s mouth latch onto my breast and begin nursing milk directly from me. this entire time, the other man’s cock is still moving inside me, pounding toward my cervix so hard i feel an uncomfortable tight muscle contraction deep and low in my belly. i have no idea who he is. i have no idea where i am. …i have no idea who i am. i can’t remember anything. with his free hand, the man sucking my breast strokes my huge, heavy belly. .

i feel the cock slide out and moments later there are fat gloved fingers gently pushing apart my pussy lips, spreading my cunt open so wide it starts to ache. i feel my breast being put back into the pump and one man pats my thigh. i don’t understand the words they are saying. i can’t even remember words. i can feel one man’s entire hand inside me as someone else massages my belly. something sharp pricks me right in the butt, and a few seconds later, everything starts to go hazy again.

anonymous asked:

Raccoon muscle/bone structure studies? Thanks!

I couldn’t find ANYTHING about musculature, and even skeletons were hard to find. So here’s a labelled raccoon skeleton, and some paintovers that I did that show where the bones and joints actually are.

KEEP IN MIND I’m not actually an art student and y’all see how inaccurate I draw my raccoons so this is a good starting guide but not gospel lmao

Things to keep in mind: Slanted skull, loooong hands and feet, lots of stored fat (especially on back), poofy fur makes them appear larger, back legs are Very Bendy

Bonus:

I so, so hope that Noel will be on the Big Fat Quiz this year, just to watch Jimmy Carr introduce the contestants and get to the end of the line with, “And Great British Bake Off host …? Noel? Fielding? ??? Noel? Care to explain?” And then all the other contestants giving him shit about it for the entire show.

Am I Beautiful?

No one knew why Lance wore a mask; they just accepted the fact that he did. He had been wearing the mask since they first met him at the Garrison. It just became a part of him; if the officials at the Garrison had no problem with it, then why should they? Which brings us to the next point; when they said mask, they didn’t mean an imaginary mask that concealed his real emotions or feelings; they meant a physical mask, snow white with only tiny blank eye holes and a straight line for a mouth. It wasn’t like the team didn’t give Lance the space he deserved, he probably experienced something if wearing a mask was his only option, but you have to admit that most people would be drowning in curiosity too. No matter what anyone did, they never were able to find Lance without his mask on, so they let him be. That is until they weren’t able to avoid it anymore.
They knew that eventually, the mask would have to come off; whether it be by the boy’s own will, a mistake during training, or a curious teammate pulling it off. What they didn’t expect was a Galra’s fist cracking through his helmet’s visor and mask splitting it down the middle, while infiltrating a small Galran outpost. Before Keith and Hunk could catch a glimpse, Lance’s hand shot up pressing both halves into his face, the other shooting the Galra in the gut effectively taking him down. Without further comment, he started making his way back to the lions, the sound of Pidge’s voice confirming that they got all the available information downloaded to the Castle. The two other paladins glanced at each other for a second before quickly following Lance down the way they came.
“Guys, is everything okay? We heard something shatter,” Shiro asked from the coms.
“We’re good, a Galra got Lance in the face, his visor and mask are cracked,” Keith replied after he realized that Lance wasn’t going to answer.
“WHAT! Lance doesn’t have a mask on!?” Pidge screeched in their ears. “Ohh, this is so good,” she giggled. Keith and Hunk saw Lance’s shoulders draw up towards his ears.
“I still have my mask Pidge,” Lance muttered.
“Aww, I thought I was finally going to see your face,” she replied, you could practically see the pout in her voice. Lance only laughed bitterly in response.
“Trust me, you really wouldn’t want to,” his shoulders slumped down weakly. The silence was thick as they boarded the lions and took off toward the Castle. The coms crackled to life and Shiro’s voice drifted through Lance’s ear.
“Lance… what did you mean when you said we wouldn’t want to see your face?” Lance let out a sigh, pulling the mask shards away from his face after making sure his face camera was off.
“I.. because, I’m ugly,” he mumbled. “My family put this mask over my face because they said that I was hideous, and I don’t deserve to be seen,” He raked a hand through his hair. “I’ve been wearing this mask since I was a little kid, I’ve never even looked in a mirror,” he admitted.
“Your family is full of crap Lance!” Pidge yelled over the line. Lance flinched back from the voice and squeezed his eyes tightly. He nervously rung his hands together in front of him, when did they start shaking?
“I know,” he said a tremor in his voice. “I’m scared you’ll hate me though,”
A mix of disapproving sounds rung out from the coms as his teammates tried to reassure the blue paladin. Lance angrily swiped at his eyes, tears of stress leaking from the corners of his eyes.
“Do you really think so lowly of us?” Shiro’s voice asked making the others go silent. Lance let out a gasp and his hand fell limply to the side as he tried to understand what or why Shiro asked that question.
“Of course not! I could never think lowly of you guys,” he whimpered out. “It’s me, it’s always just been me,” His lips trembled as he shut his mouth to try and stop the sobs that were beginning to crawl up his throat.
“Do you think I’m ugly Lance?” Shiro asked quietly. “Because I think I am, I think that there was too much of me taken away to ever be beautiful again,”
“You’re not ugly Shiro; you’re a hero, you’re kind and brave, someone like you could never be ugly!” He responded adamantly. “Your scars prove what you’ve been through, they prove that you were strong enough to overcome the Galra, even when they took so much from you; don’t ever say that you’re ugly because you’re not!”
“Do you think I’m ugly?” Hunk asked a moment later. “I’m fat and cowardly, I would rather run than fight, I don’t think that I’m beautiful,”
“You are beautiful Hunk! You’re strong when others are weak, you never back out of a fight when you get into it, you’re smart and generous, and you give the best hugs,” Lance cried; not believing what he was hearing from his teammates. “You make others feel good when you’re around, you’re able to cheer anybody up when they’re feeling down; calling you ugly would be like calling the Sun itself ugly, which is impossible,”
“Well, do you think I’m ugly?” Pidge asked. “I’m rude, condescending, and I can’t decide whether I’m a boy or a girl, I haven’t felt beautiful for a long time,”
“Being rude is in your nature, it’s endearing,” Lance pulled his knees towards him and pressed his forehead into his knees. “It never mattered if you were a boy or a girl, whats outside doesn’t matter because you are encouraging, a genius, and incredibly brave; you put everything on the line to try and rescue your family, no one could ever call that ugly,”
“Am I ugly?” Keith’s voice whispered. “We’re rivals, I have a bad temper, and I don’t follow orders; not to mention the fact that I’m the enemy, I don’t even deserve to be beautiful,”
“Everyone deserves to feel beautiful, especially you Keith,” He sniffed as tears continued to flow down his cheeks. “The Galra side of you makes you who you are; the successful, determined and sometimes temperamental parts of you are what make you so beautiful; because even though you found out this new version of you, you didn’t let it control who you are, or who you were going to become,” Minutes passed in silence aside from the sound of Lance’s quiet sobs and small sniffles.
“So if you’re able to overcome what we find ugly in ourselves, why do you think we can’t overcome what you find ugly in yourself?” Shiro asked seriously. Lance looked down at the white shards in his hands and swallowed.
“I don’t know,” he choked out. He startled when he looked up and saw the Castle in front of him, and he realized that Blue must’ve been flying autopilot.
“No matter what you look like, we will love you,” Shiro reassured. “We won’t force you either, we can have Coran make you a new mask if you’re not ready,” Lance sucked in a breath at the new option. The other paladins waited with baited breath as he made his decision.
“No, I want you to see what I look like,” he replied quietly. The others smiled at each other and started heading toward the Blue Lion’s hanger. The waited patiently outside the Lion as Lance tried to work up the courage inside. Finally, the ramp descended with Lance, who was holding up the shards of the mask in front of his face. He carefully stepped forward in front of his teammates. The pieces of the mask were noticeably trembling in his hands and they could tell that he was trying in vain to stop the shaking.
“I’ve been crying, so I might look even worse,” he mentioned.
“It’s okay Lance, we understand,” Hunk smiled gently. Lance nodded silently before sucking in a deep breath and exhaling. He slowly lowered the pieces and tried to gauge the reactions of his friends. He bit his bottom lip when they didn’t say anything, and just stared intently.
“Oh god, is it bad?” He asked running a hand down the side of his face. Shiro shook his head and came closer.
“No Lance, no I think we just expected something different,” he replied putting his hand on Lance’s shoulder.
“What do you mean?” He asked confused.
“Why don’t you look for yourself?” Shiro asked guiding him to the console in the hanger and pulled up the video screen. Lance’s eyes widened as he ran his hand over his face. Over his left eye was a large patch of pale peachy skin, and the eye itself was a light sky blue compared to his other ocean blue eye. He tried to make out any other imperfections on his skin but was unable to find any others. He stepped away from the camera and turned to the leader.
“This is what my family wanted to hide from the world?” He asked no one particular. “I’ve lived my life behind a mask for that?” He cursed himself as tears once again started swimming in his eyes. He let out a breath of air as he was engulfed in a hug by the Black Paladin, followed closely by everyone else.
“They couldn’t appreciate your real beauty, but we will,” Hunk smiled. Many approvals and agreements rang out from their group hug. He let a grateful smile spread across his face as he realized that; while he left a lot of people behind on Earth, he found the most important ones to him, in space.

anonymous asked:

H-hi if it's not t-too much to ask can I have the RFA + saeran and v reacting to an MC crying and calling herself fat because she can't fit into her jeans anymore because of her huge belly bump? Cause ya know hormones? Thx bb ^^

I might add Saeran and V later to this but after writing the RFA I’m wiped out haha! I wasn’t quite sure what kind of belly bump you meant? Like pregnancy or period bloating or regular bloating or stress induced weight-gain idk any number of reasons our bodies do weird shit to absolutely ruin our days so I didn’t specify lol hope that’s alright!~


◉ Yoosung 

  • He’s super flustered at first because he doesn’t really know how to react???
  • Knee-jerk reaction is to run for advice from his mom or sister 
  • Has his phone in his hand ready to dial, but he also doesn’t want to leave you alone 
  • So he shoves it back in his pants pocket  
  • Brings you tissues and sits next to you 
  • Rubs your back 
  • He just stays really quiet but is there for you and lets you cry it out 
  • Pulls your head into his chest a bit 
  • If you call yourself fat his brows are knitting together in that classic Yoosung Angry Face™ and he will scold you immediately 
    • Stop it. Don’t talk about the person I love like that. Not only does it hurt you…but it hurts me, too. You’re perfect any way you are. And that’s that.” 

◉ Jumin 

  • He easily keeps a cool head as soon as you burst into tears
  • But he holds your hand
    • Shh, calm yourself… Stop crying and then explain to me what the problem is.”
  • Once you explain to him about your pants, a small smile creeps on to his face 
  • Although he thinks its absolutely ridiculous, it’s still cute that you’re worried about something so trivial 
    • “Is that all?”he gingerly sweeps the hair from your face with a light chuckle. “It’s just pants. If it means that much to you, I’ll have them re-tailored. I’ll buy you a whole closet full of brand new pants that fit you perfectly, if that’s what you want.”
    • “It’s…not about the pants, Jumin.”
  • He’s a bit confused until you explain to him how you feel about your weight 
  • He kisses the hand he is holding before making you look in his eyes 
    • I don’t see that at all,” he says seriously. “Your appearance doesn’t concern me. I love everything about you. Now, and forever.” 

◉ Zen 

  • When he stumbled upon you crying, his mouth dropped 
  • *makes that little ???? sound like his confused emoji in the chat room*
  • Tries to…distract himself…from the fact that your pants are just barely over your thighs 
  • Cups your face in his hands and kisses you 
  • That’s basically a cure for anything in Zens eyes 
    • “Why are you crying?” he asks quietly when he sits down on the bed next to you 
  • It makes sense once you explain it to him 
  • He works with actresses and actors who are constantly worried about their appearance and weight 
  • And even he has to keep an eye on himself 
  • But it hit a particularly painful part of him to see the person he cherishes most crying over something like that 
    • “Screw these pants, then!” 
  • Zen rips them off of you and throws them out of the room 
  • Gets down on a knee in front of you as you sit on the edge of the bed, placing a hand to either side of your hips 
    • “That pair of pants doesn’t mean a damn thing. I know. I could take you out to a store right now and you’d be a different ‘size’ in every designer. I see people all the time, killing themselves over a dumb number on a tag. I love everything about you, and it has nothing to do with you being able to button those jeans.”

◉ Jaehee 

  • She could kind of relate 
  • However, it was hard for her to form words enough to comfort you when she saw you crying 
  • For a minute or so she just kinds stood there in the doorway, stoically watching you stare at the jeans 
    • “Ugly.” she finally spoke 
    • “What?” you looked up with a sniffle 
    • “Those jeans. They’re hideous,” she said matter of factly 
  • The random outburst made you actually laugh a bit
    • “Brunt as usual,” you smiled 
    • “In fact,” she leaned against the door frame, “I was hoping in the next day or so that I could toss them in the trash while you were at work and maybe you wouldn’t notice”
  • You both began to giggle quietly, and she smiled as you wiped your tears 
  • Glad she could say anything to ease your discomfort and remind you how much she doesn’t care about your jeans or looks 
    • “Well, what are you just sitting there for? Let’s go get some new clothes that actually flatter your beautiful frame. I’ll drive.” 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • This was surprising
    • Wha-?! What happened?!” 
  • He was walking in the hallway eating chips when he heard muffled cries from the bedroom 
  • He immediately took to your side 
  • For a while he just let you cry while he sat close 
  • He wanted badly to pull you in to him but he didn’t think that it was the right time 
  • He nodded and listened to you between sobs 
  • But when you called yourself fat he felt a stab in his heart 
  • You noticed a somber look on his face 
    • “Honestly…I’ve been having the same problem with myself…” he said sadly 
    • “W-what? Really? But…” you wiped your eyes to look at him 
    • “Ya,” he admitted. “I never cared about how much honey buddha chips I ate, but when I couldn’t fit into my pants the other day, I…”
    • “Hey!” you grabbed his hand, “how could you…I love you! You’re so perfect and-”
  • Saeyoung looked up with a cheeky grin 
    • “Hah!” he poked your cheek. “See? You love me enough either way. Well, it’s the same for you. Do you see now?” 
  • You slapped his arm lightly for messing with you but you couldn’t help but smile at the realization 
    • “No matter how big, small, old or wrinkly we get,” he continued after giving you a quick innocent kiss, “we are stuck with each other, okay?” he smiled 

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like, here’s the thing with justin and his recent weight loss. it’s fine to congratulate him on his life changes, it’s fine to be happy for him and to support him for being healthy. those are really good things.

but that’s not what i’ve been seeing from fans. what i have been seeing are comments about how good he looks now, about how much weight he’s lost, how much better off he is for it, how good the beans have been to him. not a single comment about the simple fact that he’s eating healthier in general. nothing about how he’s doing tae kwon do and clearly enjoying it. eating healthy and sticking to an exercise routine aren’t easy things when you’re not used to them, and the fact that he’s been enjoying himself and becoming healthier in the process is great.

but that’s not what anyone cares about. what people care about are the numbers on the scale, the fact that he looks slimmer now. not his overall health and well being, which are the really important factors here. would people even be commenting on his lifestyle changes if he weren’t losing weight? would people still be as vocally supportive if he gained some of his weight back but stuck to eating healthy and exercising? my guess is, from lots of experience, probably not.

and that really drives in the message that we see so often and in so many places that for a fat person, the ultimate goal is always to lose weight. that no health related victory is really a victory unless we have the numbers to back it up. that really, the most valuable thing we can do is lose weight. that, undeniably, fat people are always more attractive when they’re skinnier. and i’m so, so tired of it.

So I just got back from having my eyebrows waxed, and my cat Thor hopped onto my lap to say hello - but just as he was going to lick my nose, he spotted that there was still a tiny bit of wax stuck to my face. So he’s all “ah, your fur is dirty, let me clean that for you!”, and now I have a big fat orange cat delicately grooming my left eyebrow.