men like meat

it always confuses me when superman gets drawn burlier than batman. i mean we dance around it but superman is basically super strong due to space magic. he could be a weedy lil string bean and he’d still be able to lift a bus. i’m not saying the muscles don’t help, or that he doesn’t probably have magic space muscles. i’m just saying, all of batman’s strength is muscle-dependant. he has no space magics. in my head he is the more burly of the two just out of necessity. i know he’s kind of got the gymnast thing going on but like. i imagine bruce wayne as more barrel-y and clark kent as more dorito-y. i don’t know why i’m telling you this except that i’m dealing with the realization that this is not the standard assumption.

Lover of the Light Part 1

Originally posted by nikitassoul

Part 2.

When I saw my best friend break down crying because of his son being taken, it wasn’t the way I wanted to see my best friend fall. The bastard Cameron Hayes assaulted me and killed Half-Sack before taking Abel all because he wanted to get back at Samcro.


It’s been almost a week that we had been staying in Belfast, Ireland. We still haven’t gotten Abel back and everyone was getting a bit antsy. They had especially had to begin to get on each other’s nerves as well when I walked in on Gemma and Maureen threatening each other.


“I should take your right eye for talking shit about a man of God!” Maureen sneered at Gemma.


“It wouldn’t be the first thing you took from me.” Gemma scoffed as Maureen stood up and leaned over the table at Gemma as Gemma did the same.


“Well, maybe if you didn’t chew men up like a meat grinder, they wouldn’t be overseas looking for some tenderness.”


“You little dink of a whore!” Gemma snapped back as I spoke up.


“Enough! Enough!” I said as Gemma stood up and walked over to the kitchen sink and leaned over it to calm down.


Once they quieted down I turned to Maureen and asked her a question.
“Maureen, do you mind if I go down to the store and get some smokes? I can pay for them, it’s just that Jax took mine and I don’t know where he went?” I questioned as I Maureen looked up from the table as she nodded her head.

“Thank you.” I turned around and began to head for the door as Maureen spoke up again.


“Don’t worry about the money. You’ve already done enough for me it’s the least I could do.” I smiled as I nodded my head and began to head down the stairs. I walked over to the shelf and grabbed a pack of cigarettes before putting 50$ in the cash register. As I was doing so I heard a crash come from the office. I slammed the cash register closed before reaching behind me and grabbing my gun before slowly walking towards the door and kicking it open.


Once, the door opened it revealed as half naked Jax and a very exposed Trinity.


“Oh shit!” I yelled out as I lowered my gun.


“What the-” Jax said as he bent down and pulled his pants back up before coming eye to eye with me.


“I-I’m sorry. I said as I turned around and headed for the door.


“(Y/N)! Wait up!” Jax said as he began to run after me.


“It’s okay Jax. You go back to fucking your sister and I’m going to go calm the fuck down.” By now Gemma, Maureen, and Trinity had come out to see what all the commotion was about.


“What the hell are you talking about?” Jax questioned as I walked towards my bike. As I threw my leg over the side of my bike before grabbing my helmet and putting it on.


“Ask your mother,” I said as I sped off.


                                                         Time Skip:


I pulled up at the wharf as I switched my bike off. I sighed to myself as I went over to the edge before taking a seat and hauling out my pack of smokes and taking one out of the pack. I tapped my jacket and my jeans before I realized I didn’t have my lighter.


“Fuck!” I said to myself as I went to take my cigarette out my mouth I heard a voice come from behind me.


“Need a light?” I looked next to me to see a hand holding out a lighter.


“Uh… Sure.” I said as I took the lighter and lit my cigarette. “Thanks,” I said as I handed the lighter back to the stranger as they raised their hands.


“You keep it.” The stranger said as I nodded my head before turning back to face the water.


“So, what’s someone like you being out here at this time of night?” I questioned as I heard the guy chuckle.


“Wondering why you’re doing the same thing.” Before I could respond I felt this sharp pain hit the back of my head before everything went black.


                                                   Jax’s POV:


I sat in church with boys when my phone went off with an unknown number. I furrowed my eyebrows before looking towards Clay.


“Go ahead. We’ll finish up here.” I nodded as I stood up and walked out of Church.


“Hello?” I said confused.


“Jax Teller?”


“Yeah?” I said as the doors to the church open and the boys filed out.


“We have something you want.” I chuckled before saying;


“And what might that be?” I questioned as the boys sat around me.


“Your little girlfriend. (Y/N).” I felt as if the world around me had fallen down. I spoke again as the boys looked over at me with worried and confused looks.


“Prove it.” My heart stopped when I heard her scared and panicked voice.


“H-hello?” She questioned as her voice sounded shaky.


“(Y/N)?! Are you hurt?!” The boys all stood around me as she spoke again.


“Y-yeah. J-Jax helps me.” (Y/N) whimpered as I went to speak up the stranger’s voice spoke again;


“Now, you listen to me. We want to make a deal with you?” The stranger said as I looked directly at Clay.


“What kind of deal?” I questioned as they spoke again;


“You’ll find out on Friday. Till then we keep her.”


“You hurt her and you’re dead. You understand me?” I said as the voice chuckled.


“See you Friday, Teller.” And with that, the phone call ended. I closed my phone before laying it on the table.


“What’s wrong Jackie?” Chibs questioned as I wiped my hand down my face.


“They got (Y/N),” I said as I felt my knees weaken as the boys all packed around me.


“Who?! Who got (Y/N)?!” Chibs yelled out as he slammed his fist on the table.


“I don’t fucking know! They want to meet with me on Friday.” Clay leaned on the table with his fists as he looked over at me.


“Why do they want to meet?” Clay questioned silently.


“They want to make a deal,” I said as I turned towards him.


“What kind of deal?” Clay questioned again;


“I don’t know but they did let me talk to her,” I said as Tig spoke up;


“How did she sound? Is she okay? Is she hurt?” Tig questioned repeatedly;


“She sounded scared and she said she was hurt,” I said as Tig and the rest of the club sighed as Chibs threw a bottle of beer at the wall.


“For the love of the fuck!” Chibs said as he sat back down. “We got to get her back.” I sighed as I sat next to him.


“I know, it’s all my fault that she’s gone.” The boys all turned towards me before Tig began to slowly turn his head to look at me.


“What the fuck did you do to her?” Tig said as he lunged himself at me as Happy and Clay held him back.


“I didn’t do shit to her!” I yelled as I stood up. “She fucking walked in on me and Trinity… Then she ran out got on her bike and left. That was the last I saw of her.” I said as Bobby began to chuckle.


“You were hitting that when (Y/N) walked in?” Bobby questioned as he chuckled as I looked at him confused.


“So, what?” I questioned as he spoke again;


“Well, for one nice and for two, don’t you see?”


“See what?” I questioned confused as he let go of Tig.


“She loves you man and to see you grab a hold of the first piece of pussy you see kills her man. (Y/N) has been with you through thick and thin.” I stood there in silence as my heart began to race. ‘She loved me?’


“We need to get her back,” I said as I turned around and sat back down.


“But we need a plan before we just go barging in there, guns a’ blazing,” Chibs said as we all agreed.


“Well, we got about three days before we got to meet with them. That’s enough time to figure out what we’re going to do.” The boys nodded as Clay spoke up.


“Let’s head into church.” We all nodded.


“This shit ends tonight.”

anonymous asked:

I hate the double standard (*SOME*) plus girls have. I've always been skinny, never weighting more then 115. I'm 5'6 so what little weight I have stretches makes me look even skinnier. I always see memes about how "Men don't want to cuddle a skeleton" or "Real men like curves; dogs go for bones" & "Real woman have meat" etc. They can make/reblog/share/post shit like that~ but all hell would fucking break loose if I called one of them a fat cow. I NEVER would, I'm not a cunt. But still. :/

It’s true that people can be shitty to skinny people, I’ve seen them call skinny girls in my school anorexic, but rarely. And that’s harmful and upsetting, I get that.

This ask rubs me the wrong way. Why would you even want to call someone a fat cow? Like of course people would be angry and upset if you called them a fat cow wtf? That’s nasty and hurtful. This doesn’t make any sense.

Those things you see that say “real men like meat on their bones” are rooted in misogyny and also hurt fat girls, because it revolves around what men like and it also sexualizes fat girls as well, and enforces the idea that women’s appearances and weight only matter if men like them. Not to say it doesn’t hurt skinny girls as well, that kind of thing hurts all of us because of misogyny. You can’t say that fat people and skinny people deal with the same bullying because the truth is they don’t. Not even close. Fat people are jokes in TV shows and movies. Skinny people represent just about ever character, especially main characters.

I know some people can be made fun of for being skinny, usually when they’re really skinny. I get that. But you need to realize that society is fucking terrible to fat people. Maybe I read into this ask wrong, I just woke up and I’m still half asleep but it really did rub me the wrong way.

The deal with Joseph (Spoilers)

So like everyone else, I’ve been somewhat confused with Jospeh. He is in a relationship with an Alcoholic who can’t even keep look after her own child. She gets bored with the activities Joseph likes to take part in and is never home.

But still, Jospeh is a player. He could’ve tried to talk to his wife before. He even said during the second date to Spinmaster Quin that he was used to fixing relationships due to him being the youth minister. So why hasn’t he tried harder with his wife? Even Robert made an attempt to clean up his act, yet Jospeh really never asked Mary to try and stop drinking. And if you think about it, does Jospeh even watch over his own kids?

Mary goes to the bar with Robert, this was shown by date 1 and 2, and they both were talking about Jospeh being kind of a player. Maybe this is the reason why Mary drinks.

When you go on the second date with Jospeh there is a scene called walk Mary home. This proves that whenever Jospeh is out with another person she tends to go to the bar. She drinks away her problems. Even if you apologize she is still mad. Because this has happened before and she most likely knows what happens.

So on the second date Jospeh invites you and not his wife. Leading her to go to the bar and Jospeh flirting with your dadsona. Not even telling you that he is having fights with his wife until the 3rd date. That’s kinda rude to Mary honestly. And now on the third date. Who is watching over the children? Is Mary even home? Or is she at the Bar? If the children were alone wouldn’t the twins be up to something? Maybe? Or of course the older brother keeps things in tact but with a so said baby and a heck ton of children? I don’t know I could be just worried about the kids. But if you are reading this you most likely know, You get a post card like every other dad gives you depending on who you romance, and it says something about Margarita Zone. Seriously? In a speedo and all, he still wants to get into your pants. We know this maybe happened to Robert giving Mary a reason to drink, her husband messes with people, and a reason for her to fight with her husband. Jospeh is an all time bad guy and a player. A cool youth minister one second, and a backstabbing guy the next. I still do love Jospeh but if there is a happy ending, It had to be the one where Jospeh and his wife talking it out. Why? Because, Jospeh shouldn’t cheat on her with anyone. And they should just be a happy family. It’s not your dads fault, he was told that Jospeh and Mary were fighting and that he had a chance with Jospeh. He most likely only did this so he could have sex with you and leave you on the curb. Now let’s go back to Robert. If you meet up with him at the bar so you can get away from Amanda and her Friends, Robert takes you home. You can either turn him down to fuck, or have sex with him. The reason why he will no longer talk to you is this: He doesn’t like to be treating like AN OBJECT. He says this if you properly romance him and give him time. Meaning, Jospeh maybe did this to him. And Joseph only looks at other men like meat. *ALSO IF YOU ROMANCE ANY OTHER CHARACTER JOSPEH TURNS UP TO THE GRAD PARTY, HE ACTUALLY OFFERS YOU IF YOU WANTED TO HANG OUT ANYTIME. MEANING HE WANTS YOU TO CHEAT ON THE DAD YOU ROMANCED. SO ITS CONFIRMED JOSEPH IS A PLAYER. HE DOESNT WANT TO HANG, HE MOST LIKELY WANTS YOU TO FUCK HIM AT THE END OF THE DAY* In conclusion, Jospeh is a player and nothing can get In his way. He abuses his power of his wife drinking to “date” other men. Thank you for your time

Jon Snow X Reader – Woman of the Watch

A/N – This was an anon request at http://thefandomimagine.tumblr.com/ who are a great imagine blog btw. So I hope you enjoy this overly long one-shot anon and I hope you saw the link I posted for it.

Request: Could you write a one shot of Jon Snow, where the reader is the only female nights watch member (like a cook or seamstress) and Ghost tries to get them together.


Thorne had seen many come to the wall and many die at the wall, he’d seen the youngest of boys pass through, he’d mentored rapists, murderers, and scum from all walks of life but during all his time as a member of the Night’s Watch he had never been so disgusted as today; the day he introduced you, a woman, to the Night’s Watch.

He had argued with Jeor Mormont, his Lord Commander that the wall was no place for a woman but if some rich prick of a lord wanted you here then there was nothing to be done about the controversial situation.

The icy air swirled around you cutting like daggers, every winter ever experienced paled in comparison to the glacial cold of the wall.

“Attention all men of the Night’s Watch,” Thorne’s voice boomed through the courtyard, he needn’t have called them at all for at the sight of a woman standing atop the courtyard’s steps they’d all congregated to ogle at you; although you knew their reactions to be inevitable it still made you feel uneasy, a fact you hid with silent dignity.

“This is (Y/N), for reasons I cannot disclose she is to become the first woman of the Night’s Watch,” the announcement ran heavy with disdain, and the men of the watch stood divided with a mix of emotions, some pity, a few uneasy, but mostly lust; it was the lust that frightened you.

“Wait, you mean she’s to fight with us,” a common voice spoke up from the back.

“No you daft bastard, she’ll be in the kitchen cooking and sowing.”

“About time we got a new chef, our last one was ugly as fuck,” another voice heckled, gaining a cheer from the crowd.

“Need I remind you craven bastards of your vows. If anyone is found to have broken their vows they will be cast out of the Night’s Watch and executed, am I clear?”

There was a mumbled agreement of “Yes sir”.

“I SAID AM I CLEAR!”

“Yes Commander,” the men chanted louder this time.

Thorne continued addressing the men on duties but your attention was drawn to one man in particular, a man with shaggy hair and dark eyes, eyes which bore into you intensely.

“JON SNOW,” Thorne roared, removing the man’s attention from you.

“Yes commander,” Snow approached, keeping a safe distance from you.

“You are to show Miss (L/N) to her work station and then to her chambers, and for fuck’s sake get her a fucking cloak before she freezes to death.”

“Yes Commander.”

Thorne left and an awkward silence befell the two of you, Jon was unsure of what the proper conduct was in this situation, did he offer his arm, apologise for the commander’s foul language, move briskly on? In truth since no situation of the like had ever occurred before he opted for offering you his cloak, knowing that none of the cloaks would fit you anyway and he could get another later.

“Thank you,” you took the cloak tentatively, Jon stifled a smile upon seeing the cloak drowning your smaller figure.

The tour was short lived and it ended in the small kitchen behind the great hall, Ghost was laying calmly under the table but stood attentively upon seeing his master enter.

“Oh My God” you exclaimed, getting a look at the giant dire wolf.

Jon mentally berated himself for forgetting to warn you about Ghost, “Ah, this is Ghost, there’s no need to be afr-”

“He is amazing,” you cut Jon off leaning down and offering your hand to Ghost who appreciatively sniffed it, wagging his tail contentedly.

Jon watched the transaction in shock, most men feared Ghost but here stood a woman who was not only ok with Ghost but actually excited to see him.

“Is he yours?” you asked between petting Ghost.

“Yes, he came here with me. Ghost – This is (Y/N), you’re going to stay with her and protect her on a night from now on ok.”

Ghost gave a low grunt in return and Jon gave a satisfied nod before leaving to return to his normal duties.


Weeks passed and you had begun getting used to life at the wall, some of the men still treated you like meat but a lot of them treated you like a sister or sweetheart bringing you wooden carvings or stories of their past; these were the men that you’d often sneak extra rations out to if you could. The moments you really relished though were those when Jon would visit, it didn’t happen often but you loved to hear his stories of Winterfell and his siblings while you mended clothes or prepared food.

One night in particular stayed in your mind, Jon had been sent into the kitchen on cleaning duty for failing to attack a fallen member of the Night’s Watch during combat training, this was when the two of you had become something more than friends but less than lovers.

Jon sat next to you washing dishes while you darned socks, he was apparently quarrelling whether to ask you a question that was playing on his mind.

He threw in his reservations and asked anyway, “(Y/N), what exactly did you do to get sent to the wall?”

The question caught you off guard, nobody had asked that yet and you’d begun to think that you wouldn’t have to say it. “Why do you want to know?”

“We both know that there’s never been a woman on the wall, so whatever crime got you sent here had to be bad.”

“It was no crime, it was an…” you searched for the word, “An injustice. I was a maid in the home of my towns’ Lord, Lord Hamish. He was not satisfied with his wife, the whores, or the other maids so he tried to entice me into his bed, I refused. So he sent me here, he said if I was to act like a fool then I should live with them too.”

Jon stood in shock, he knew Lord Hamish, he was a northern lord in one of the towns near Winterfell, a brutish man but until now he’d seemed like an honourable one.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry that you had to go through that.”

“It isn’t your fault, besides it could have been worse, I could have been killed or raped, so here I am, at the edge of the world.”

“No. No one should ever have their honour questioned like that.” He put down his plates and rested his arm on your shoulder, leaning in to comfort you.

Ghost ran in, crashing into Jon’s back, knocking his balance and making him crash on-top of you; the movement was far from graceful, Jon’s face was only inches from yours and your breathing slowed, you had noticed in the past how handsome he was but this was a whole new level of attraction you were feeling. He leapt up quickly and offered his hand to pull you up, trying not to blush; Ghost ran off as fast as he had entered, eager to avoid being berated for his unusual actions.

“Right then… I’ll be off, I have to find Ghost,” he excused himself, leaving as quickly as his legs would permit.

“… Yeah,” was your weak reply.


After the incident in the kitchen Jon avoided you as much as he could, focusing instead on training and battle strategies, even though he would never admit it he missed your presence dearly, the way you laughed, your happy outlook on a condemned life, the way you treated the other men… the way you smiled when you saw him.

No.” Jon thought. “I will remember my vows and not become infatuated with someone I can never be with… even if I’ve never wanted anything more.

Ghost hadn’t helped the situation any, he kept removing objects from your chambers into the courtyard which Jon would try and return before anyone noticed. Since his previous efforts to get his master to visit you had been unsuccessful a change of tactics was in order; late that night Ghost came into your chambers and walked past you, this was something you were used to by now as the dire wolf often came and went as he pleased. What you weren’t prepared for was when he took the hairbrush from the nightstand and ran off.

“Ghost, come back here with that,” you whispered with urgency, giving chase to the dire wolf. You were under specific orders not to leave your room when it got late so that the men wouldn’t be tempted to do anything that would interfere with their vows.

Ghost ran around Castle Black, pushing into one of the rooms on the other side, you didn’t know what room this was so you followed him in, being careful to be quiet in case anyone was around; the wolf rounded a corner and placed the brush on the ground where you retrieved it ready to leave.

“(Y/N),” Jon spoke behind you, sounding a little strangled.

You turned around ready to explain the situation but stopped short when you saw that Jon was dripping wet wearing nothing but s towel around his waist, you blushed crimson and covered your eyes.

Jon slammed the door shut in case anyone came past, “(Y/N), what is going on here? Why are you in my chambers?”

“I am so sorry, Ghost brought me here I swear, I’ll just leave now and-”

You were silenced by a hand covering your mouth, “Quiet for a minute, someone’s going by,” he whispered in your ear, standing unnecessarily close to you. When he was sure that no one was nearby anymore he uncovered your mouth, the two of you stood still for a moment unsure of what to do.

“You, uh, you should go,” he ushered you to the door, still holding onto the towel.

“Jon wait. While I appreciate that now’s not a great time I need to know something, why do you keep avoiding me?”

“You’re right, now isn’t a great time.”

“Please Jon, I miss my friend… I miss you.”

You raised your hand to his cheek, desperate for an answer, your eyes searching his; he breathed in your scent, wishing this could last forever but knowing that it couldn’t. “Why doesn’t she get it, I love her… Oh gods no, I love her.” Suddenly the thought was too much, he pushed into you kissing you hungrily, vows or no vows he needed to know the taste of you.

He pulled away as fast as he had kissed you, both of you were panting heavily.

“Wha- Since when- How long have you felt like this?” you stammered.

“Too long, not long enough, I don’t know. Damn it. We can’t be together, I made vows. Gods I made vows.”

Confused tears were forming in your eyes; you knew what you had to do but it didn’t make it any easier “You’re an honourable man Jon, I won’t make you question your vows, I won’t bother you again.”

Jon grabbed your arm unable to see you walk out of his life, he had no idea what he was doing. How could he possibly choose between his vows and you, the only good thing about the wall.

“Wait, don’t leave.”

“Why?”

“Because I… Because Ghost likes you.”

“Ghost. Really, that’s what you’re giving me here?”

“I can’t… I can’t take a wife.”

“I never asked you to.”

“(Y/N), will you stay with me? I know it’s selfish and I can’t give you anything but I want you to stay, not for Ghost, but for me.”

You paused for a moment unsure of what to do, “Do you think we can make this work?”

Jon smiled and kissed your forehead, “If the wolf thinks we can then I don’t see why not.”

  • Pansy: [While admiring Theo as he walks by] Ooohhh, he's delicious, isn't he? I'd serve tea on that ass.
  • Blaise: Do you have to be so vulgar about men? Like they're pieces of meat?
  • Pansy: Sorry, Blaise. I forgot you're sensitive about your flat ass.
  • Blaise: [scoffs] You know, Pans, that's why you're not dating. Women act like men, then they complain men don't want them.
  • Pansy: Oh, is that why? [fake smile] Oh. Okay. Because I thought it was something different. I thought that it was because I thought I deserved the best and he's out there. He's just with all the wrong women. And let me be clear; After years of men looking at my tits instead of my eyes and pinching my ass instead of shaking my hand, I now have the divine right to stare at a man's backside with vulgar, cheap appreciation if I want to!
  • Hermione: Well said! [clinks her glass]
  • Pansy: I thought so.

{Today is International Women’s Day 2016. Today I thought a lot about what it means to me a woman and I wanted to share some of my thoughts. I still have a lot to learn and at 17 I am still growing into a woman but as I feel that the past few years have been incredibly defining for me and my expectations of “life as a woman” I wanted to write something, also to possibly look back on in a few years. *Disclaimer: English is my second language, excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes.}


I wish I could tell you that today when I thought about what it means to be a woman the first thing that came to mind was how beautiful, magical and strong women are. Unfortunately I have to disappoint you, because the first thoughts coming into my head were all negative, one of them being Insecurities, specifically the insecurity I have about my breasts.

**(I realize that I am incredibly privileged and have nothing to complain about, however since I am so privileged I have the time and energy to think about my insecurities as much as I do and I’m sure most of the people reading this do as well. Most of us don’t have to worry about running from a civil war or how to feed our child so it wont die in the next 24 hours. We are privileged enough to talk and think about things such as insecurities and I feel incredibly lucky that this is one of the main “issues” in my life right now.)

I have always been more mature than most people around me and started going through puberty very early, I got my period when I was 12 and was the tallest girl in my class from year 5 on, however I have always had incredibly small breasts. When I was 13 I started wearing push up bras and my crush told me I was flat chested. When I was 14 I started dating and that’s when I started feeling a little more confident. Guys started calling me “pretty” and “beautiful” at 14 and “hot” at 15 and 16 and no one ever complained about the size of my breasts. I remember asking a guy what he thought of them and he said “It’s fine, they’ll grow”. That was a relieve to me. “They’re gonna grow. It’s just because I’m still young.” I thought to myself. At 15 I also started to grow a following on Instagram and thus received more compliments under my photos, resulting in an ego boost. This was also the time that I threw most of my push up bras away, went vegan, started eating well, got really fit and I can honestly say that for over half a year I was happy with the way I looked.

After turning 16 I went through a break up, friends of mine went through similar situations, school got tougher and I had less time and motivation to prepare healthy meals and exercise.

Before this time I had always felt like a girl, a kid almost. I never considered myself a woman. But at 16 I started to feel like now was the time that I had to turn into a woman, the worst part being that I had (and still have at times) a very false perception of what that actually means. Because at 16 I thought turning into a woman means developing curves like hips, big breasts and a big butt. I believe in my case this is due to 2 things.

1. Media: Because when I was 16 those “Real men like meat, only dogs go for bones.” and “Real women have curves.” quotes started to pop up all over Facebook. Movies and TV Shows are another great example because let’s face it the hot girl that the male characters drool over always has big “cans”. And of course those photos of Victoria’s Secret models all of which are a size 6/8 yet look like they have C and D cups in the shows and catalogues even though most of them actually have very small breasts when you look at natural photos of them (naturally due to their very slim bodies), but hey -  push up bras, tape and makeup can change that and being super skinny and having big breasts at the same time is totally realistic for everyone. (please notice:sarcasm) 2. People around me: Because I can’t count the times I have heard guys say “She has great tits.” or “Man I love big cans”. At 16 (and long before that) for me it was just a fact of life that men love big breasts and when they see them they can’t help but stare at them. And it was also a fact of life that they didn’t just love them, big breasts are important to them because why else would they talk about them so much?

So here’s our situation:Maxi at 16 has an A cup. The first issue: Big breasts are what makes you a woman. The second issue: All guys love big breasts. Maxi thinks (completely irrationally): She is not a real woman. Guys don’t love her breasts. This also matters because it matters what guys think of you. Maxi forgets that breasts don’t actually matter and don’t define you as a person (Maxi still forgets this today sometimes). This resulted in a severe insecurity of mine that I still struggle with today. At the moment my boobs are growing a little bit, but I know that I will never be a C or D cup. I have felt like less of a woman because of this for a while now and at 17 I think about it every day. I feel ashamed to talk about this because I want to be a role model for young girls and show them that you need to love yourself and be confident in order to be truly happy but the truth is that I have not reached that point yet. While I find myself attractive most of the time and I know that so do a lot of other people I still feel incredibly insecure and jealous when I see a girl with beautiful, big breasts, part of me feels like I will never be enough, that I will never be the complete package, that I will never be a “real woman”. I flinch at the words “tits”, “cans” and “jugs”, they make me feel insecure, uncomfortable, objectified and degraded, no matter in what context they are used. But the nicknames women get for their body parts are a whole different story and definitely something I want to address in the future.

I feel incredibly emotional writing about this and I would lie if I told you that this hasn’t made me cry many times. I am in an incredibly happy relationship with someone who has become my best friend and I feel valued, beautiful, intelligent and happy with myself whenever we are together. However I struggle watching movies together with actresses who have big breasts, I struggle walking past a girl with big breasts together not because he has ever told me that mine are small or not enough but simply because “Guys love big tits and they can’t help but look at them” crosses my mind every time and I get all chocked up for a second and this incredible sadness and feeling of insecurity hits me. If you have ever felt like you are not enough you know what I’m talking about. It’s unbelievable.

I am trying to work on this insecurity every day and I know that one day I will be able to overcome it. I try to constantly remind myself of the fact that I am so much more than the size of my breasts. I am my thoughts, my dreams, my talents, my work ethic, my strength and my empathy. I am more than a piece of flesh. I have a soul, a brain - I matter ! I have learned that it’s a very hard and possibly never ending process to get over an insecurity but I believe it will be worth it in the end.

I wanted to share this because I know we all have our insecurities and sometimes we feel like we are alone but we forget that so many other people are going through exactly the same thing. I also wanted to share this because today I asked myself what it means to be a woman and I realized that I actually don’t know the answer to that.I want to know what you think it means to be a “woman”. Because after having this false perception of it for so long I am incredibly confused. Feel free to reblog this adding a sentence of what you think being a woman is all about, I would love to know all of your thoughts!

Thank you for reading this incredibly personal and emotional post, I look forward to writing more in the future (hopefully planned more carefully).

Much love and good luck with your insecurities,x Maxi

Seventeen as things announced on the CaratBirthdays Admin Chat: Part 2
  • S.coups: My name isnt met for puns
  • Jeonghan: court you have too many bfs + a gf, get your priorities straight
  • Joshua: weebs reading weebtoons
  • Jun: We were all fake nice when we first joined
  • Hoshi: at least you don't stay up till 8 laughing at stupid memes
  • Wonwoo: I try so hard with my memes just to go underappreciated
  • Woozi: violence is the answer
  • DK: WHY ARE WE SCREAMING
  • Mingyu: I like my men like I like my meat, quishy and with meat -steffo, 2016
  • The8: not just skin, slicing their /soft/ skin
  • Seungkwan: eat my entire ass
  • Vernon: k
  • Dino: skool isnt kool my dude.
Request: Take Tomorrow

Request: Hi, could you do something where the reader has some minor health issues and goes to the doctor and they say she’s underweight so she has to gain a bit of weight and is sort of upset cus she has body issues and dean comforts her. Thanks :)

Request: It’s Saturday here. Could I have a DeanxReader onshot? She’s always been insecure about her weight because she’s skinny and people would constantly criticize how she wasn’t growing and should have eaten more growing up, saying things like ‘bones are for dogs’ when she was around. Dean finds her having a breakdown in the bathroom in the middle of the night so he tries to calm her down. He sings to her 'Take Tomorrow’ by Butch Walker to make her feel better and admits he loves her? Thank you love.

Word Count: 985

Warning: Body issues, breakdown. Remember, if any of you guys ever need anything I’m always here!<3

Here it is, I hope you like it! Thanks!<3

“Ms Y/L/N, there’re no major issues,” The doctor says optimistically, a vaguely smug smile in place on his plasticised face, “I’d just recommend that you gain some weight – your BMI is coming in rather low, and we need to keep you nice and fit!”

“Yeah, ‘course.” You say demurely, not in the mood to argue or protest. It’s not like you’re not eating enough, but you’re still always made to feel like some kind of freak. You quickly get out of there, passing through the waiting room where Dean’s still sat, his knee bobbing up and down somewhat anxiously. As soon as he sees you he stands up – he knows you’re alright, of course, but he can’t help but be nervous when you’re in there alone.

“Well?” He asks quickly, raising an eyebrow. You shrug nonchalantly, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of there – you don’t want the judgemental eyes of the waiting room’s occupants on you any more than they already have been.

“Well, nothing. I have to gain weight.” You say flatly, “That’s it.”

“That’s all?” He asks, relieved. An arm wraps around your waist and squeezes you tight, “That’s good! Right?”

“Sure, I guess.” You nod slowly, moving closer to your boyfriend and trying to forget about the whole thing as he starts talking about all the fast food place dates you’re going to go on.

***

When he wakes up, the other side of the bed is empty. Your warmth is just about still there, but the door is open just a touch. Dean climbs out of bed and heads over, presuming you’ve gone to the bathroom – he didn’t feel you leave, though, and he usually does unless you make a real effort to let him sleep. The light isn’t on in the bathroom, though, making him frown.

“Y/N?” He calls softly, but receives no reply. The silence of the bunker stops being peaceful and graduates straight to eerie, and he’s about to go for his gun when he hears a light sniffle from in the bathroom – the light is off, but apparently you didn’t bother with it.

“Hey, Y/N?” He asks, tapping his knuckle on the door gently, “Y/N, can I come in?”

You don’t reply again, so the eldest Winchester presses down on the handle – it isn’t locked, so he opens the door and steps into the bathroom. He clicks the light on, trying to figure out what’s going on.

“Babe, what’s wrong?!” He asks in horror – you’re sat on the floor, your arms crossed on the side of the bath and your head resting on your forearm. Your body shakes as you cry and Dean just stares at you for a moment, before sitting right down beside you, “Y/N, talk to me. Please.”

You sniff, taking a shaky breath, “I’m fine, Dean. Go back to bed.”

He rolls his eyes, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you into him.

“That’s not happening, and you don’t look fine to me. What’s wrong? Did I say something?” He asks, trying to get to the root of your tears, each one that falls ripping a new hole in his heart.

“It’s… stupid.”

“Trust me, if it’s bothering you it’s not stupid. Can I kill it?”

You laugh humourlessly, shaking your head and burying it into his shoulder. He strokes his hand through your hair carefully, rocking you slowly.

“Alright then, what’s up?”

“It’s just… can no-one be fine with me the way I am?” You ask, not removing your face from his shoulder, “All my life it’s been, hey, you’re too skinny, gain some weight or hey, real men like meat! Bones are for dogs!”

“Well, that’s not true.”

“Tell that to the dozens of people who’ve taken great pride in spouting it when I’m so close. I didn’t want my body to look like this, but if no-one I’ve ever met is fine with it then how am I supposed to be?!” You cry, and Dean squeezes you close, all but pulling you right into his lap.

“Well, I just happen to love your body.”

“And it’s not like I don’t eat!” You continue, ignoring his comment, “I eat as much as you do and I barely gain a thing! I can’t win! I was tiny when they first told me I wasn’t growing enough, but maybe they should have focussed on-“ You’re stopped when you realise that Dean is, in fact, humming. You look up at him in confusion, trying to recognise the tune.

His voice is low and soothing, and he begins to sing, breathing the words into your ear.

“You got lost, For a while.
You’ve been trying to find a smile.
You got stood up, then you fell down,
and when you needed , there was no one 'round.”

He sings softly with a voice like honey, rocking you to the rhythm of a non-existent drum. The tears slowly stop falling down your face quite as quickly as you focus on him, rather than the thousands of thoughts racing through your mind.

“You loved the previews and hate the movie.
You scream at the screen, “Something move me!”
before you start to fade away.”

He smiles slightly, pressing his lips to your forehead gently between breaths. You smile back up at him, finding his hand and lacing it with yours.

“Give me all your fear, Throw it all away.
and think about the good things, no matter what they say,
we’ll take tomorrow baby, yeah,
one day at a time.”

He slowly trails off, finishing the song there and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

“You’re beautiful. I think so, and that’s the only opinion you need.” He whispers as you fling your arms around his neck and embrace him tightly.

“I love you.” You whisper, and Dean smiles, his hand moving up and down your back.

“I love you too, gorgeous.”

You might be an asshole feminist if...

1. You think all cis men should die.

2. You think that men can’t be raped

3. You say ”if you’re not for feminism, you’re against equality"

4. You say that misandry isn’t real

5. Your version of body positivity doesn’t include, disabled people, people who have been burnt in a fire or been burnt by a friend, partner, etc or people that have scars from breast cancer,etc.

6. You say “real men like meat. Dogs like bones" (if you say this and you’re not a feminist, your an asshole anyway)

-from a fellow feminist, who is sick of hearing and seeing this type if shit.

I just watched the episode and made notes. My review (well, my notes anyway) of this unimaginatively named abomination–

–is under the cut!

…and actually, isn’t it interesting that the theme of the intro and the theme of the title cards don’t match up at all? The intro is super grungy and punky, the title cards are… this… and the outro has character designs that I would’ve actually liked if they were the design for the whole show. They suck with consistency. Anyway! Let’s move on!

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anonymous asked:

Okie important question.. Do u like the 'Sleak and Abs Adorning Stefan' of S1 or the Stefan from now which I classify as 'Sexy Handsome Stefan'. I just can't choose which one I like more. But I have this little inclination towards the S1 Stefan. He looked really good not that he doesn't look good now. He's like Always Perfect! Shamelessly Fangirling ;P

Hahahahaaa this is a very important question and you know what… I’m going to go with the unpopular opinion and say I prefer current “Sexy Handsome Stefan” because I like men with more meat on them. Obviously Stefan had a ridiculous 8 pack going on in S1 that it almost looked like his abs were painted on.

But for me I like the bulkier arms, the more filled out face and just in general the fact the he can fill out a tight shirt in alllll the right places now 

Not that I would mind either… let me make that very very clear.