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[chubbymuffinclub]

realhappydaughter

Eating past fullness sometimes is a part of intuitive eating. 🍕💗

There IS a difference between enjoying and bingeing! 💕💕💕

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You deserve to eat! You deserve to enjoy your food! You deserve to live a life without restriction!

[nanakithewarrior]

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It was difficult to make out anything in the foul weather aside from the next step... And a lump of red.

The growing headache not stopping her from the unexpected detour towards it; something felt... distant? lost? familiar?

"...k... ki?..."

Alone in the Rain || Always Accepting~

The rain was so loud in his ears... so heavy on his back. It clung to his coat, too soaked wet to retain any of its natural insulation ability, and sank straight through his skin all the way to the bones. That's what it felt like, anyway.

Shrinking against the side of that abandoned truck he'd found, Nanaki sat pathetically, waiting for the weather to get any better... at least enough for him to make out a shelter anywhere. Who knew the world here could be so different from the one he'd known before his capture, a year prior?

Here there were people everywhere... and walls of concrete, and roads and buildings barring the path. And everywhere, ShinRa's guards to be avoided lest he's captured again.

And what of this one? Was she friend or foe?

Instinctively, the beast recoiled, a low growl rising from the back of his throat while his only working eye struggled to discern the figure through soaked wet fur.

[calamitysshatteredson]

@projecth-aileth liked for a thing!

Records weren't impossible to find regarding Shinra operations, even some time after everything had been considered settled. Over and done. It depended entirely on their level of classification, however, and some of what he'd been searching for--

He knew it likely didn't exist. It was worth seeking anyway, for his own curiosity and to personally fully destroy anything which might lead to any of the tragedy happening again. It would have been bad enough to find records of what he saw in front of him, the subtle hum and several tiny flickering lights indicating that power still flowed here somehow. Most of the building was gone, but this... whatever this was...

"They tried again after all." The sounded like empty words in an empty room. Felt that way. Sephiroth reached out a hand to clear off the rest of the dust and debris obscuring the chamber's full label, then let it hover above instead. No contact. No certainty as to what he would do with whatever knowledge he gained. Destroy it, whatever it was, but... "They tried again." He repeated, tired. Angry. Tempted to tear the storage pod open; but he didn't have that strength anymore. Better to simply brush the paneling clean enough to make out words, code names, classifications; whatever ought not be remembered. Something else to take with him

[projecth-aileth]

“Could you help me with this?” 

//From Leslie! :) left it broad for you//

Abandoning whatever activity had been happening at the moment; indifferent to the sounds of crashing, groans, or the chorus of flavored cussing wisely directed at him instead.

Silver, waist length hair streaming behind, joining the other on the opposite wall; metal crates clearly needing to be moved.

Easily lifting the loaded boxes onto the overhead shelves; inhuman strength hidden behind the slight frame and delicate features.

“Was that all?” Draconic eyes faintly directed down; small but unmistakable, she had gotten slightly taller since being released.

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

"What the...?!" His professional side was already kicking and screaming for letting himself be thrown off by the surprise of what he had just witnessed. That speed, that power... and just where the hell had that blade come from? This girl was...

... Heh, it was obvious though, wasn't it? He knew what that man was capable of, after all. This was just another of Dr. Hojo's abominations.

Another name to make it on his list of things to worry about. How on Gaia was he even supposed to get rid of something like this...?

How many more people had suffered for the creation of Aileth, just like how he'd suffered due to the project responsible for... No, now was not the time.

The second beast was still a threat, and before it could fully turn around, Saruhiko was quick to throw one of his knives straight at its face. The blade sank into the soft fleshy side just at the corner of the left eye, sharp and precise like a needle. Only the briefest squirt of blood spurt out of the injured socket, and the street shook with the monster's shriek.

"Don't you turn your back on me, scum." He hissed to himself. Well, the creature's attention was on him at least. Now what was important was to avoid any incoming strike.

Concrete, metal, glass, all still familiar in its shapes if not… softer? The edges and lights nowhere near as… sharp as the Labs… but before… overhead, that dark ceiling- the empty endless feeling it gave off had been… unsettling. The constricting confines of the stations halls more familiar if not for the concentration of people. Still so many compared to any demonstration or surgery she’d experienced- nose wrinkling slightly as some limped past.

‘Fresh air’ trailing after scrambling stragglers into the area stunk; not like the blinding sting of chemicals or burning rot and infection in The Drum.

Nearly overwhelmingly new and so… awful…

Blood and humans, there was the distinct scent of fear from them all.

Turning the corner, the cries of people were immediately replaced by guttural yowls from a pair of creatures; one standing upright on hind legs. Blank red eyes flashing with irritation when they did not flee like the rest at the threatening display of height.

‘Unknown hostile’

She didn’t recognize the beasts; rather large and somewhat feline-like. There was something… about its build… Fangs and claws, meant to be precision killers but the bodies were much too bulky-

Whispers, prickling and stinging in her ear~

aRtIfIcIaL

DeFiCiEnT

DiSgUsTiNg desTrO

Painful jolt flashing to a memory of the -Lab-

Able to feel the Leering grin in the dark, the crawl of His disgusting breath fogging across the tanks glass

Static washing out the details, everything narrowing on the unnatural beasts. Rational thought becoming obscured- burning…

It was all broken by the delicate song of sharpened blades being drawn and his smooth motion in her peripheral- flattening the rising haze. Lasting only a fraction of a moment, it had been jarring and painful but she stood unmoving at his side. Calmer now and fully aware of the Handlers new posture; readied and anticipating an attack- it appeared he was not intending to run.

Tensions thick in the air and as much as the idea of killing these things felt… correct; this wasn’t a testing chamber and there were… priorities. There was still one uncertainty, she hadn’t had the opportunity to figure out what he was like: was this a handler that expected action- only when directly ordered or…

“Do what you can…”

She was gone, rocketing forward before he could engage, stone tile cracking under the force. The change sudden; his final words enough.

The standing beast tried to stomp its too large claws but was suddenly thrown back. Swallowed by an explosion of dust and debris. Swirling plume falling to reveal the creature pinned upright to a partially destroyed wall; metal blade impaling it through the chest. Aileths slim frame poised unbothered, hand wrapped around the handle of a sword. That same cold glare, from the Lab was slowly turned, not to him this time- but to the remaining animal.

Its had been partially shoved trying to leap ungracefully to the side. Body clumsily hitting the wall as it avoided her blasting past. Still spitting with rage and looking to fight; unaware of its partners death.

[marinasdiamand]

Marina shared a teaser on Instagram from her upcoming poetry book, 'Eat the World' (9/5/24)

marinadiamandis: ⭑ ASPARTAME ⭑ TW. Pre-order my poetry book ‘Eat the World’ at the link in my bio. ♥︎ Eating disorder recovery help @projectheal@neda@alliancefored Art by @domalommm + @annac_chandler

[scotianostra]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ACTOR BILLY BOYD.

Born on August 28th, 1969 in Glasgow,as early as 16, Billy Boyd appeared in a local musical company’s production of Hans Anderson, Billy Boyd is an actor and musician perhaps singularly best known for his role as the hobbit Pippin in The Lord of the Rings film trilogy.

Both his parents died when he was in his early teens, a year apart. Along with his older sister, Boyd was raised by his grandmother. He worked as a bookbinder for seven years before finally pursuing an acting career.

Starting his acting career, as I often post here, Billy appeared in the popular Scottish Police show Taggart, as well as the Lord of the Rings, and their follow up films, The Hobbit, the talented Boyd also wrote and performed the song “The Last Goodbye” from the movies. Billy also made a cameo appearance in the first series of Still Game. He played the part of Davie in the excellent film “Sunshine on Leith”.

Outlander fans will know Billy from his role in the show as the local lawyer in Cross Creek.

Billy has a home in Glasgow and married his wife, Alison McKinnon at Oran Mor in Glasgow’s West End in 2010, they have a son, Jack.

Billy has been in the movies, Walking with Herb and An Intrusion, as well as guest appearances in NCIS: Hawai'i and Doom Patrol. Billy will seems to be picking up parts in US TV shows here and there, voicing a part in The Legend of Vox Machina last year. Again I will mention the Glasgpwset film I feel Fine is still"in development" A minis series Washington Black is also a projecthe has been workingon.

Billy recently commented that he refuses to take scripts which mock Scottish accents, calling out the “stereotypical” treatment of Scottish accents in the film industry, saying jokes about not understanding it are “overdone”.

Boyd has claimed that he will refuse any script which employs the trope where the accent is incomprehensible, something he says that always pops up in the roles he is sent. Boyd went on to say;

“I hate people saying they can’t understand what I’m saying … As a Scottish actor, every script I get that’s got a Scottish character in it, there’s always the gag that somebody can’t understand them. Always.

“Anything I do now, if that gag’s in it, I say I won’t do it. The gag is overdone and not realistic. It’s just like, stop being stereotypical, you know? Just because someone has a different accent.

“So for the writers who write that gag, I apologise when I lose my mind in the writing room. It’s just that I’ve read it so many times.”

[projecth-aileth]

The human continued struggling against the unyielding grip, from an all too delicate pale hand; adversary pausing for the first time since the fight began.

His shout bringing out some kind of response other than cold violence; masked head tilting slightly as it turned towards the blond.

Sparks jumped from gashed metal, the control helm had taken a severe amount of damage; the circlet obscuring the experiments face was barely functioning, leaving her mostly blind but also free of its interference.

The hanging silence broken by a voice, small and unused “…why not?”

OPEN RP | Muse: Cloud

“You can’t do this!!”

[warrmonger]

@projecth-aileth liked for a starter

this is his latest - hojo's magnum opus -

another weapon bred by things heidegger isn't entirely certain one should dabble in.

a seemingly 'normal' one, whose mako glow gives her away. to anybody uninclined with the ways of a shinra experiment, they'd assume her innocent. oh odin, would they be wrong. although - she's yet to prove herself, heidegger would think, slow steps taken beside her holding unit - a cocked brow and a subtle eye on her ( should she try anything ).

"so-" hands coil behind his back, a firm hold of his gaze as he turns to face her "i hear you're quite proficient in combat training." his expression gives nought away, the hazel hues of his eyes dark, his lips unwaveringly still. "mind accompanying me to the training centre? i relish the chance to see these skills first hand."

[stonedchickens]

we hope you’re all taking today to celebrate the fall of our recent nazi leader! in the meantime, we’d like to tell you how important it is for us to advocate and raise money for those struggling with eating disorders. having an eating disorder is traumatic. i (cortney) struggled with anorexia years ago, but every day is still a battle with my own body, my home. many people don’t get treatment for it, mostly because they can’t afford it. with insurance, my family paid about $800 a week for me to get help. all profits from our eating disorder advocacy line will be donated to @projectheal, a nonprofit organization that is breaking down systemic, healthcare, and financial barriers to eating disorder treatment. their programs provide lifesaving support to people with eating disorders who the system fails. remember to love yourself and your body. the number in the scale. the size of your jeans, your bmi, etc, do not define your worth. also, fatphobia has no place here. take up as much space as you please. the oppression that people with large bodies experience needs to stop. appreciate all bodies. fatphobia literally kills people. having fat does not equate to being unhealthy. . . . #eatingdisorderrecovery #eatingdisorderawareness #eatingdisordersupport #eatingdisordersurvivor #eatingdisordercommunity #projectheal #fatphobiakills #fatphobia #neda #nationaleatingdisorderawarenessweek #nationaleatingdisorderassociation #lotusflower #keychainsthatmatter #xstitch #xstitchaddict #crossstitchersofinstagram #keychainsforsale #keychaincollection https://www.instagram.com/p/CHT5aRlnlvu/?igshid=1llk3yt79x595

[champlabumd]

Charm City Dreamers Podcast

We had the pleasure of being guests on the Charm City Dreamers Podcast with our long time community partner, Shay Sharpe, founder of Shay Sharpe’s Pink Wishes. This podcast highlights powerful stories from local Baltimore leaders.

In this episode, CHAMP Lab, Graduate Research Assistant, Maisha Huq, MSPH, and community partner, Shay Sharpe discuss Project HEAL (Health through Early Awareness and learning), the CHAMP Lab’s work with young African American women and breast cancer, Shay’s two-time breast cancer journey, and the Shay Sharpe’s Pink Wishes organization.

Listen to the episode here.

[projecth-aileth]

Leslie would hold onto her hand as he'd lead her through the streets of Wall Market. "Come on. Let's go shopping." He'd say. "I got us some Gil to spend from that last job."

Empty.

Nothingness…

…

..

.

not alone…

in the darkness… creeping

Burning.

Choking, smothering

Pulling…

Looking down to see pale hand grasped… in another…

“…is that… alright?” Light and sound of the blaringly bright Market surged back into awareness, the nightmare dissolving.

[cinderella-gurei]

“You’re scared. It’s okay to admit it, there’s no shame in it.”

that soft, comforting vibe sentence starters

His breath was shaky, almost to the point of hyperventilation, but he thought himself to be a better actor. He sat, trying to stabilize his breathing, trying to keep calm, observing the lady before him. Somehow, she was just like him and yet, she seemed much more peaceful. Staring back at her, he could only wonder the suffering she had gone through, the way every other experiment experienced at the hands of the professor. Even so, why did he feel like she was still... great? Maybe, it was in his blood to deem the mad scientist’s experiments fascinating, amazing. Maybe, he was just as horrible as him.

It was all of this, the overload in his thoughts that had made him grow scared and shaky. She was right. But, what could he say to her? Could he confess himself to be the same monster? Was he worthy of even talking to her?

“You are correct...” He confesses in shame, lowering his gaze away from the lady. “But there is shame... Because I am not deserving, I should not be scared and I should not be tended for it.” 

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Send ♤ for our muses to be assigned as partners for a mission¿

First Interactions || Always Accepting!

Good grief, what a day this was promising to be. Saruhiko was certain that in his place, any other “fledging” Turk would have been only ecstatic to have a mission of the top security level assigned to them. It was a mark of appreciation and trust from the department, something that he knew would come in with higher pay and possible other benefits.

But to this one Turk, well.. it was an uncomfortable obligation at best.

“Good grief...” He muttered under his breath as he swiped the ID card into the panel adjacted the reinforced steel door. Normally he’d be more enthusiastic to be within the walls of the Science Department. Learning how everything worked in here would benefit his... ‘personal agenda’, but today he had no such luxury.

Escort Project H speciment to the assigned destination and cover up any traces of activity from the public. For how high profile as the order sounded, it was actually quite mundane. Couldn’t they just pack up this monster in a box and have it delivered by air like the rest? What was the deal with this one?

In the next room, a pale-haired girl was standing with her back turned to him. A worked at the labs, he initially assumed. And so with a dragged note to his voice that denoted a certain lazy demeanor, the young man in a suit asked:

“I’m here to pick up the subject. Where is it?”

[onewingedxngel]

Reverse[ strangle ] 

(OH NO ANOTHER ONE THAT'S GONNA BE PAINFUL TO WRITE??????)

Violent Prompts

He wasn’t sure how this had happened. Why he stood alone in the moonlit field, with his ‘father’ before him, taunting him, provoking him. Sephiroth practically growled as he grabbed the scientist’s throat in his hands, crushing tighter and tighter– not enough to kill him, but enough to hurt. He grit his teeth like a raging dragon, remorseless eyes focused and indifferent to the scientist’s pained sputtering.

But things began to change. The night sky merged to day, sun peering over the horizon. And Hojo changed from a greasy, disgusting creature into the familiar, pale-haired woman he’d taken under his wing.

His eyes widened in shock as he slowly let her go, hands shaking as he watched her collapse. She gasped for breath, sides heaving as she fell to her knees. Platinum hair hid any damage he may have caused her neck.

“Aileth...? Aileth, I–” Sephiroth stood still, shocked by his own actions. 

“What have I done?”

Sephiroth kneeled down next to her, placing a hand on her back whilst apologising and trying to make sure she was all right.

He... this was his fault. His mistake for allowing himself to grow close to someone, to think he had any right to put his guard down or accept such kindness after all he had done. He deserved no one, especially not Aileth, especially not after this. 

He was just... too dangerous.