also you know how people always try to make mario a sex-addict too or some kinda murderer and has no feeling? please keep that so far away from me. mario is such a sweet chubby man. the most mean thing hes done to non-enemies was playfully grinding his foot on luigis foot in one of the mario sports games
To all the fat or chubby girls that are self-conscious:
Go to the closest mirror and look at yourself. Look at those cute chubby cheeks. Poke them. Aren’t they amazing? They are so cute and beautiful.
Look at your eyes - maybe they look boring from far away, but if you get a close look you see the galaxies in them. Go! Look at it! They’re gorgeous!
And your hair! Oooh your hair! It is sooo pretty! Look at it! It doesn’t matter if it’s straight or curly or something in between. If it’s smooth or very messy! It’s so beautiful!
Now go further - look at your body. At your sweet chubby arms. Do you know how many people they have comforted? How many soft and warm hugs you’ve given people? Oooh I’d love to be hugged by you!
And your belly - is it big? Yes? No? It doesn’t matter. Poke it. Isn’t it soft? It’s so nice to sit on your lap when you’re like some soft and amazing pillow! You are just all soft and sweet and aaah I love you so much!!
And your legs. Do you think they’re too short? Too long? Too fat? Nah. Your legs are amazing! Think of those cute little fluffly animals with fluffy legs or paws. Do you think their legs are ugly? No. So why should yours be?
No, maybe you are not skinny, maybe you are not the standard model. But you are so beautiful and pretty.
Stop looking at what’s wrong, and start looking at what’s beautiful.
Because there is so much more.
May I have some Tendou Satori headcanons with a chubby s/o?
Hi dear! Obviously you can have it! Maybe they are not
long, but just because Tendou is a good guy and all the good guys love you for
who you are, whichever shape you have. So they treat their chubby s/o lovely
and caring as they would do with a thin s/o :3
-He likes to hug you from behind, wrapping around you
like a blanket. Or to trap you on the couch against his chest and nuzzling
against your neck like a big cat.
-If someone tries to make an even slightly mean comment,
he had better run. And run fast. Because there’s nothing more scary than an
angry Guess Monster, full of sarcasm and acid. And he’s ready any time to get
angry for you.
-He’s blunt, terribly blunt, but that’s why you can
trust him. If he says you’re beautiful, it’s because he thinks it. If says you
look good in that dress, it’s because you do. He never lies to you, just the
“Remember S/O-chan, my guesses are always right.”
“It’s a dress Tendou! Not a block.”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m right. You’re cute.”
-He likes to poke and tickle you a lot, listening in
awe to your giggles and laughter.
-Every time you go on a date, he insists to feed you.
He loves it. And always pays for your food, faking to pout if you try to pay for
-If you try to go on a diet because you’ve heard
someone being mean and stupid, or because it’s a period of low self-esteem, he
becomes mad. Not the aggressive mad, but the protective mad. He even tries to
cook for you to persuade you eating like usual, and if you insist, he gets
really worried. He wants you to be healthy and happy.
-He knows by heart all your favorite and to-use-for-comfort
food. When he goes grocery shopping, always makes sure to buy something you
-When you have a no-day, he spends it all with you in tranquility
and cuddling. He also tries hundreds and hundreds of cheesy and lame jokes to
make you laugh, even a little.
-When you try to complain if he picks you up, saying
that you’re heavy, he glares and tightens his grip saying cheerfully, but with
a serious hue: “Don’t be stupid, S/O-chan! I was an athlete you know? I could
keep you like this all day long.”
-He likes to be the big spoon when you sleep together.
-Favorite positions? On the couch with his head on your
laps or on your belly.
-Favorite kissing spot (not considering the lips):
-He is fascinated by your stretch marks and trails their
line with his long, slender fingers like a child, sometimes leaving a trail of
small, playful kisses.
So Jacob and queenie are cute. Really, they are! Love em, sincerely. But wouldn’t it be neat to break free of the not-conventionally-attractive-guy-lands-bombshell-girl trope for just a sec?
What about newt’s sidekick as a sweet, chubby, sorta bumbling and certainly golden hearted little brick house of a woman? Maybe, instead of a baker, let’s make her a shoemaker. Something worthy and productive to do with her hands that isn’t the drudgery of her job at the textile mill? Idk. Saved up her whole life to petition for a loan, hard working, probably navigating the politics of being a single bluecollar woman in her 30s at that time and doing great alone thankyouverymuch–
But then, see, Tina Goldstein has a brother.
and oh, man. This brother. A stunning younger brother with a head of golden curls, seraphim, so good looking that if woman-Jacob didn’t think she was dreaming before she knows beyond a doubt that she is now. He’s every inch a legilimense. You know the drill: gorgeous, floaty-breezy sweet-as-you-please, got Tina griping at him go put a shirt on when they get back to the apartment cause his bare chest is making their houseguests-cum-conspirators sweat under their collars. “You hungry, honey?” sweet and low, the brush of his one hand so grounding on the shoulder of this poor no-maj woman; the fact that his touch makes more sense than the last sweaty 24 hours put together should worry her but it doesn’t. He’s– he just– he’s lovely, and she has no idea why he’s leaning so close to her across the dinner table. He dabs his mouth with a napkin and her heart skips??? Doesn’t make sense.
“I’ve never met a no-maj like you before,” he says, eyes open, heart open, cradled in the fragrant-fresh steam of the strudel he whipped up right then and there, which also happens to be the best strudel she has ever fucking eaten and she’s a sensible woman but mercy Lewis
I'm sorry that this is the most steriotypical thing you'll ever read.
1. My english lit professor, who always got really excited and would go off on tangents for discussions, leading us all to an existential crisis at least once a week. Likes to pretend he's scary and aggressive when really he's a small walnut who really likes books. Randomly cut me off in a conversation because he decided to teach me how to 'punch men'. Likes to write books where he is always a main character because 'it's easier than actually going outside myself and trying these things out'. Literally trips over everything. 2. Another professor who was literally the king of oversharing and then would say things that were hysterical but would offend people who weren't understanding their irony. When people's logic didn't make sense, he'd keep following it until he twisted it to a humorous outcome. Also gave us all existential crises. Lectured about the correct way to live your life and when I asked what it was he went "hell if I know, I'm only making it up as I go along and hoping that when I die, God doesn't saute me".
1. My high school English teacher. Loved me, hated everyone else, failed people who were shitty in general, favoritism like no other, liked to make people debate things out but didn't have a personal point to prove. Let things slide if she liked you, very sarcastic. If you said something stupid, she would threaten to shove her stiletto heel in your eye socket. Said she only cried once in her life, and it was when she was in college and her Shakespearean Verse teacher had a thick Jamaican accent, and she never knew what was happening. 2. My Spanish teacher from Mexico who was literally so chill all the time, and only disliked like 2 people who were always antagonizing him (he failed them and passed everyone else). Would say and do everything really dramatically and said ZORRO at least once per class. Complained about the price of bananas. Gave up in the last month and just made us watch Jimmy Fallon videos every day because 'Jimmy Fallon is the man'.
1. Skateboarded into my freshman comp. course every day, forgot to wear pants under dresses that were see-through, would make us read vague philosophical essays that she then used to advance her own personal agendas. Rarely ever taught, mostly just went on tumblr while everyone looked around frantically. Tried to convince us to raise our children genderless by giving them a name like 'turnip' and never telling anyone their sex. 2. History-enthused teacher who used modern analogies to explain american history. Was the most petty man ever, it was perfect. When 'sporty' guys in the class would refuse to participate, he would pull out a small basketball and his wastebasket, and every time they got a question correct on the verbal review, he would let them shoot. Sweet guy in general, would walk people to the nurse, authoritative and honestly ugh I love him he is my son.
1. Math teacher who ever Friday brought in some kind of baked good or candy, had little songs she'd dance around the classroom singing, chubby and sweet little woman, really liked Bon Jovi. 2. An advisor I met with once only because I wanted to drop a class that I was failing who sat me down for four hours. She started crying about 6 times, read me a whole bunch of motivational quotes, kept reading excerpts of the bible, and randomly having us pray together