a chubby sirius part ii because my nine year old cousin sent me down a spiral of body shame (part i)
chubby sirius who rested books on his belly so he could read while lying down without having to worry about his nose breaking because a hardback fell on it
chubby sirius who caught everything that he dropped while he was sitting (who needs a thigh gap when you can have chubby thighs perfect for catching pens and chocolate pieces)
chubby sirius who loved the way his thighs jiggled when he wore tight shorts and went up the stairs
chubby sirius who smirked every time he caught remus staring at his legs and biting his lip when he ran up the aforementioned stairs
chubby sirius who charmed all the rings in the jewellery store to be the size of bangles because “it’s not my fault they don’t realise not everyone has just-bone fingers and let’s be real these are just as impractical”
chubby sirius who pinched his stomach rolls to ground himself when yet another one of malfoy’s little lackeys teased him about his weight
chubby sirius who loved the way his face fat accumulated on his cheekbones to make him look even more like a greek god (remus loved it too *wink wink nudge nudge*)
chubby sirius who along with lily plastered every advertisement that claimed to make you look thinner and thus more conventionally attractive with pictures of his and lily’s faces with their tongues out and eyeliner on fleek
chubby sirius who felt most comfortable in crop tops and absolutely rocked them
chubby sirius who loved himself and didn’t let any judgemental idiot change that
say what you will but I will hold that no fight scene is as iconic ,as masterfully choreographed, as the final fight between larry and kahmunrah in night at the museum:battle of the smithsonian, culminating in the lines
“who are you”
“im the night guard”
The time has come for me to be more proactive about the countdown. I want to ensure that it is accurate and to do that, from today on, I will be posting much earlier in the day each day (morning for California) vs. what I had been doing which was at night (the next day for most of my fans around the world).
And because I missed yesterday…
…you’ll be getting two posts today, then the new approach will begin in ~18 hours!
Today’s (meaning for Fri, 7/29) art, entitled “Vader’s Journey” is by Dennis Houwers from Amsterdam.
They say that
neurodiverse people pass if they aren’t identifiable as autistic or on
the spectrum. I have spent my whole life passing and failing. Like
100,000 tiny exams, each and every day.
Holding my breath, watching
those around me, trying to pick up cues for whatever circumstance I have
found myself in. Sometimes it’s flying colours, many times I fail. I
have broken some undefinable rules that everyone else seems to know and I
never got the manual.
I honestly have spent my whole life searching for that damn manual. Pass or fail. Either way I lose. Passing
is so exhausting that I come home so burned out, frazzled, sure I have
blown it somehow, rerunning every episode and interaction back and forth
in my brain like a VHS security tape trying to see where I need to
apologize, what mess I need to clean up, how have I embarrassed myself
unknowingly. Every single time.
I feel like I never really do anything THAT weird tbh. It’s mostly just a lot of the like boring entry level kinda bdsm stuff that cishets always think is so edgy.
I don’t know.
One time I gave a girl a handjob in her garage while the door was open and people were walking by. Then later that day I found out that she was a virgin and that was her first time really doing stuff. Though I feel like that’s less kinky and more just a neat anecdote.
I’ve also been with a lot of people that were really into age play or like incest role play and I’m a pretty accommodating partner so… Pretty sure a lot of people wouldn’t want me sharing names or even details though.