#How Do I Lose Weight With Slimming World

[vixeneptune]

Askfirmations ♡

♡ Why am I so amazing? I'm naturally the best and never compete or compare myself to anyone

♡ Why am I so powerful? My aura naturally radiates immense power , is that why I keep getting everything I want? Or why nobody ever messes with me?

♡ Why do I feel so confident all the time like its my permanent state of being? I believe in myself so much that my confidence is literally unshakable.

♡ how do I keep getting everything I want? It's like the universe conspires in my favor and the world has my back 24/7

♡ omg why am I so freaking gorgeous?! Seriously I'm always stunned when I see my reflection like wow how am I so pretty i look unreal?

♡ Why am I such a money magnet? Attracting money is literally the easiest thing, why is it so effortless for me? Like I never worry about money bc it comes to me abundantly from multiple sources.

♡ Why am I so damn lucky? Why do I keep winning everytime at EVERYTHING? the word failure doesn't exist in my dictionary.

♡ ugh why is everyone so obsessed with me? Like I'm easily the most popular person everywhere I go. How come everyone knows my name and treats me like their fav person ? Idk why but I'm always the one who gets most attention and people literally chase me and desperately wanna be with me and I don't even try ?!? Why do I have so many secret admirers and so many people confessing their feelings for me ? Is it bc im so charming and magnetic that people can't help but fall in love with me instantly?

♡ Why am I always invited to events and hangouts like my presence is a must? People love being around me and talking to me so much. Why does everyone say I have an amazing vibe and they love my energy ? Honestly one of my fav compliments but its also like just being seen with me and being around me is a privilege

♡ Why are my eyes so big and feline? Why does everyone compliment my eyes? Why are they so mesmerizing and gorgeous? 😍

♡ Why is my skin so clear and hydrated? Like its so smooth and lifted and perfect I'm so amazed!

♡ Why are my lips so plump and perfect? I love how kissable and full they look!

♡ Why does my hair grow soo fast?? Its crazy like my hair is so long now. Why is it so thick and soft and perfect? Everyone compliments my hair

♡ Why are my eyebrows always on fleek? Like they look naturally perfect

♡ Why is my face so pretty like its sculpted by the angels? Why is my face so symmetrical and harmonious? I look naturally stunning like I don't need makeup or filters.

♡ Why does my face look EXACTLY like my desired face now? It's uncanny how much I resemble Megan fox and Adriana Lima

♡ why is it so easy for me to lose weight? I always lose weight so fast bc I have such a fast metabolism. Why does my body look so snatched? I don't even need to work out and I have the body of a model! Why does my butt look so good? Why are my arms and legs fit and toned and why is stomach so flat?

♡ Why is my face so slim? I have the most sculpted defined gorgeous face 😍 why does everyone stare at me like they're mesmerised by my beauty?

♡ Why is my nose so tiny and small and perfect? I literally have the cutest nose and I love it!

♡ Why does everyone say I remind them of tomie with how captivating , alluring and mysteriously beautiful I am ? Why do people say I remind them of a Siren ? So magnetic with high sex appeal

♡ Why does everyone love spoiling me so much and giving me princess/royalty treatment? Is it bc i have pretty privilege? Why do men open doors for me and gift me expensive things and they keep pursuing me and trying to impress me? Why am I always desired and wanted by everyone ? My energy inspires men to spoil and please me. There's something about me that naturally pulls people in like a magnet, maybe it's my energy or my personality or my beauty.

♡ why is it so easy for me to make friends and attract lovers and people like a magnet? I don't even try but somehow I always end up having so many great genuine connections with others and I have so many loyal friends.

♡ ugh why am I so freaking sexy? Like I have that dangerous sex appeal that fuels everyone around me with desire and lust for me (I'm always safe tho) but srsly I'm so hot it should be illegal 🥵

♡ Why do I keep looking younger and prettier as I age ? am I a vampire or something cuz i never age😂 people always think I'm 18 years old

♡ Why is my life so amazing? Why do good things keep happening to me? Why is it that everyday something wonderful happens? Why is life so easy and fun for me? It's like a game rigged in my favor. Why does my life keep getting better and better? Every aspect in my life is going so well! I feel so fulfilled and so grateful. I mean I'm literally living my dream life right now!

♡ why am i so blessed in every way? I'm rich, pretty, in the best relationship with the love of my life, I have amazing friends and family, I'm so successful and recognised for it, I'm such a catch and an honor to be associated with, I have so many admirers and I'm a great influencer, I'm so sexy and drop dead gorgeous, i have a fun addictive personality, im healthy and fit with the sexiest toned body, I'm constantly surrounded by love and support, im lucky, a powerful manifestor, I'm literally perfect, such a flawless beauty. I have it all

♡ Why do I have such amazing privileges? All I be doing is exist and I get everything I want , everything is handed to me. Why do I get things for free? I don't even have to try, why is it so easy for me to get my way? I think I'm just so charismatic and charming and pretty it's impossible to deny me

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

MY MASTERPIECE

drew starkey x plus sized!fem!reader

(mood board does NOT depict readers’ appearance !!)

SUMMARY: after drew catches his girlfriend crying about the hate she’s receiving, he decides to show her exactly how much he loves her.

based on this ask !! i really hope you like it anon, and i had such a lovely time writing this :’) i just KNOW drew would worship a plus!sized baddie, so imo this is canon🤫

WARNINGS: slight angst to fluff then to smut (18+ mdni pls!!), body worshipping, oral (fem rec), fingering, orgasm denial, blasphemy (“oh god”), insecurities, social media hate, crying, cursing, fat-shaming (fuck you if you do this, and you’re not welcome on my page !!) i think this is all? (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

THIRD PERSON +

The dim light of the bedside lamp bathed the room in a soft glow. Y/N sat cross-legged on the bed, her laptop resting in front of her, illuminating her face in harsh contrast. Her throat felt tight as her eyes scanned the comments section on yet another gossip website.

"Why is he with her?"

"She's way out of his league."

"Drew could do so much better. She's not even that pretty."

"She doesn’t look right next to Drew AT ALL."

The words blurred as tears pooled in her eyes, one spilling over and sliding down her cheek. She sniffled, trying to hold it together, but it was a losing battle. Her hands trembled as she closed the laptop and set it aside, curling up into herself. The voices in her head, fueled by the hateful comments, were deafening.

She knew Drew loved her. He told her all the time, in the little ways and the big ones. But sometimes, the weight of the world's opinions was too much to bear. Tonight was one of those nights.

She was so caught up in her spiraling thoughts that she didn't hear the front door open or the sound of Drew's voice calling out.

"Babe? I'm home!" he said, his voice warm and familiar as it carried through the apartment.

Her stomach dropped. She quickly wiped at her cheeks, trying to compose herself. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this.

Drew stepped into the bedroom, his tall frame filling the doorway. He smiled softly, holding up a bag. "I brought takeout from your favorite place. I figured—" He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed her blotchy, tear-stained face and glossy eyes. His brow furrowed with concern as he dropped the bag on the dresser and closed the distance between them in two long strides.

"Angel, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and cupping her face in his hands. His thumbs gently wiped away the tears that continued to fall despite her efforts to stop them. "Talk to me, baby."

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's nothing, Drew. I'm fine."

He frowned, not buying it for a second. "That's not nothing. Come on, tell me what's going on."

Her chest tightened as she met his worried gaze. She debated brushing it off, but the dam broke, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them. "It's just... all the comments, Drew. All the things people say about me. About us. They hate me because I'm not what they think you deserve."

Drew's eyes softened, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. She buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt.

"They're so cruel," she continued, her voice muffled against him. "And the worst part is... I start to believe them. Maybe they're right. Maybe I'm not good enough for you."

Drew pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt her chin up so she was looking at him. His cobalt eyes were intense, his expression a mix of heartbreak and determination.

"Stop," he said firmly, his voice low and steady. "Don't you dare let those people make you feel like you're not good enough. They don't know you. They don't know us."

She shook her head, the tears still falling. "But Drew, look at me. I'm not some slim, perfect model. I don't fit the image of the kind of woman people expect you to be with."

Drew let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair before turning back to her. "Y/N, do you know what I see when I look at you?"

She stayed silent, unsure how to respond.

"I see the woman who makes me laugh harder than anyone else ever has," he said, his voice soft but unwavering. "I see the woman who listens to me when I'm struggling, who supports me no matter what. I see the woman whose smile lights up my entire day."

His hands moved to her shoulders, his thumbs brushing against her skin in soothing circles. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. I love you for you. For your kindness, your intelligence, your strength. For the way you hum when you're cooking, even though you always say you can't sing. For the way you light up when you talk about the things you're passionate about. You're the most beautiful person I've ever known, inside and out."

Her breath hitched as she listened to his words, the sincerity in his voice breaking through the walls she'd built around herself.

"You're more than enough for me, Y/N," Drew continued, his voice thick with emotion. "You're everything I've ever wanted. And if people can't see that, then screw them. They don't matter."

She let out a shaky laugh, her tears finally starting to slow. "You really mean that?"

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "With all my heart."

She looked up at him, her own heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I don't deserve you, you know that?"

He smirked, his hands sliding down to her waist. "I think it's the other way around."

The tension in the room shifted as his fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns on her sides. His gaze darkened slightly, a spark of something more than affection flickering in his eyes.

"I need you to understand how much you mean to me," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "Let me show you."

Her breath caught as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love and devotion, of promises made and kept.

He deepened the kiss, his hands moving to cradle her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. She melted into him, her own hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palms.

When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Drew rested his forehead against hers.

"Do you believe me now?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips. "Or maybe I really need to show you."

Drew's hand lingered on Y/N's cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the last of her tears. His eyes never left hers—dark, intense, full of something unspoken but heavy, like the weight of a confession he couldn't hold back any longer.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough, the kind of tone that made her stomach tighten and her breath hitch. She blinked up at him, her lips parting slightly as if to argue, but he didn't let her. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Don't say it. Don't say you don't see it. I'll show you."

His fingers trailed down her neck, feather-light, sending shivers rippling through her body. He shifted closer, his other hand finding her waist, pulling her into him until there was no space left between them. Her heart pounded as his gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, tracing the curve of her jaw, the dip of her collarbone, the swell of her chest. Everywhere he looked, she felt it—like fire licking at her skin.

"Drew..." Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper, but he silenced her with a kiss. Soft at first, almost questioning, as if he was giving her the chance to pull away. But when she didn't, when she kissed him back, something in him snapped. His hands moved with purpose, one cupping the back of her neck while the other slid down to grip her hip, holding her firmly against him.

He deepened the kiss, slow and deliberate, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her knees weak. She could feel the heat building between them, the way his body pressed into hers, hard and impatient. When he finally pulled away, she was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to steady herself.

But Drew wasn't done.

His lips found her jaw next, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive column of her throat. She tilted her head back instinctively, giving him more access, a soft moan escaping her when his teeth grazed her skin.

"You taste so good," he groaned against her neck, his voice thick with desire. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, fingers curling underneath the fabric as he paused, looking up at her with those piercing eyes. "Can I? Let me see you, baby. All of you."

She nodded, her cheeks heated up but her eyes locked on his, unwavering. In one swift motion, he tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it aside before his hands came to rest on her hips again. His gaze raked over her exposed skin, taking in every curve, every inch of her with a reverence that made her feel like she was something sacred.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice trembling. "Look at you... You're perfect." His hands slid up her sides, his touch firm yet gentle, like he was memorising her. "Every part of you... I want to worship it."

Her breath caught as he sank to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs as he pressed a kiss to her stomach. It was tender, almost reverent, but the look he gave her when he glanced up was anything but innocent. Heat burned in his eyes, dark and hungry, and it sent a thrill shooting through her.

"Drew..." His name fell from her lips like a prayer, her hands clawing at the sides of his face for anything to grip onto as he began to trail kisses lower, his lips brushing against the band of her pants. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, tugging them down slowly, his lips following the path they took until she was standing there in nothing but her bra and underwear.

His hands slid around to her ass, squeezing gently as he nuzzled against her stomach, pressing another kiss there. "So fucking gorgeous," he muttered, his breath hot against her skin. "I don't know how anyone could ever talk shit about you. You're a goddamn masterpiece."

She whimpered, her chest tightening as he continued his descent, kissing and nipping at her thighs, her hips, anywhere he could reach. His hands slid up her legs, pushing them apart as he settled between them, his face level with the apex of her thighs.

"Drew, please..." Her voice broke, her body trembling with anticipation as he looked up at her, his eyes locking onto hers. There was something raw and primal in his expression, something that made her stomach flip and her core ache with need.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice rough, husky, sending a jolt of electricity through her. "I'll give you anything. Everything."

She swallowed hard, her chest heaving as she struggled to form words. "I... I want you. All of you."

A slow smirk spread across his face, wicked and knowing, as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "Then you've got me."

His mouth found her center, hot and insistent, and her knees nearly buckled as a loud moan tore from her throat. His tongue dragged along her slit, teasing, tasting, before delving deeper, burying itself in her folds with a groan that vibrated against her sensitive flesh.

"Oh my god..." Her head tipped back, her nails scraping against his scalp as he worked her over, his tongue flicking and circling her clit with expert precision. He alternated between long, languid strokes and quick, erratic flicks, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every movement.

"Drew, I—fuck, I'm—" Her words dissolved into incoherent gasps and whimpers as the pressure built, her hips rocking against his face as he devoured her. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping her steady as his tongue worked her relentlessly, each lick and suck bringing her closer to oblivion.

And then, just as she was about to tip over, he pulled away, leaving her teetering on the edge, desperate and aching. She cried out in frustration, her hands clutching at him as he stood, towering over her with a predatory grin.

"Not yet, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. His hands immediately cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "I'm not done worshiping you."

He bent his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently as his free hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear. She moaned loudly, her hips jerking forward as his fingers teased her entrance, circling but not quite entering.

"Drew, please..." Her voice was pleading, broken, her body writhing under his touch. He chuckled darkly, releasing her breast to kiss her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his fingers finally pushed inside her, stretching her deliciously.

"You're so wet for me," he growled against her lips, his fingers pumping in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. "Is this what you want? Hmm?" He added a third finger, curling them just right, and her entire body went taut, a strangled cry escaping her.

"Yes! Oh god, yes..." Her hands clawed at his shoulders, her hips rolling against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles that had her vision blurring, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice deep and gravelly, sending a shiver down her spine. "Let me feel you."

And just like that, she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves so intense she thought she might drown. Her cries echoed through the room as he held her through it, his fingers continuing to move inside her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until she was boneless, trembling in his arms.

When he finally pulled his fingers free, she sagged against him, her legs barely able to support her weight. He caught her easily, his strong arms wrapping around her as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

"See?" he murmured, his voice soft now, filled with affection. "Perfect."

betty’s notes ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

this was such a sweet request, and i really hope it was exactly what you wanted anon !! i’m so sorry this is so late, but i’m trying to work through all my requests and i’m almost half way there :)

as a curvy gal myself, this was just so cathartic to write and i really hope others feel the same when reading this !! you’re all so so so gorgeous in your own ways and ily all sm <333

[multi-fandom-imagine]

You're beautiful || Gregory House ||

A/n: I've been wanting to write a fluffy moment for House.

Warnings: self doubt, body insecurity

It had been a long day. You were sitting on the edge of the bed wearing one of House’s old T-shirts, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your son was finally asleep after a bout of fussiness, and the house was quiet for the first time all evening. Yet, your thoughts were anything but peaceful.

You tugged at the hem of the shirt, frowning as it clung to your soft stomach. Your postpartum body was a daily reminder of how much your life had changed. Stretch marks lined your hips, your waist wasn’t as defined as it used to be, and you couldn’t help but notice the weight you hadn’t quite managed to lose.

The insecurities that had been building since the birth of your son, it now felt overwhelming. The logical part of your brain knew that these changes were normal, that your body had done something incredible by bringing your son into the world. But another part—the irrational, emotional part—kept whispering that you weren't the same woman House had fallen in love with. That maybe he didn’t find you attractive anymore.

Your thoughts spiraled further as you remembered the women House interacted with at the hospital: slim, confident, and effortlessly beautiful. The idea of him comparing you to them sent a pang of jealousy through your chest. You felt ridiculous for thinking it, but the feeling lingered.

You didn’t hear House come in until his voice broke the silence.

“Y/n?” he called out, his tone softer than usual. He leaned against the doorway, his cane in one hand. “What’s going on? You’ve been quiet all evening.”

You glanced up at him, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "It's nothing....just tired."

House tilted his head, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he studied you. “Uh-huh,” he said, unconvinced. “You forget who you’re married to? I can read people, remember? You’re radiating ‘something’s wrong’ vibes from across the room.”

You sighed, unable to meet his gaze. “It’s stupid," you muttered out

House stepped closer, limping slightly as he made his way to the bed. He sat down beside you, his presence solid and grounding. “Stupid is my specialty. Spill it.”

You hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt. Finally,you whispered, “I just… I don’t feel like myself anymore. My body’s changed so much since I had our son. I don’t look like I used to. And I can’t help but wonder if you… if you still think I’m attractive.”

House blinked, momentarily taken aback. Then his brow furrowed, and he let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”

Your face warmed for a moment, as you turned away from him, embarrassed. “See? I told you it was stupid.”

“Hey,” House said, his voice gentler now. He reached out, cupping your chin and turning your face back toward him. “Look at me.”

Reluctantly, you met his gaze, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“You just carried a human being for nine months and then brought him into the world,” House said, his tone serious. “Your body changed because it did something amazing. And for the record? You still look hot. Like, really hot. I mean, I’d jump you right now, but our kid might wake up.”

You couldn’t help but let out a surprised laugh, the tension in your chest easing slightly. “House…”

“I’m serious,” he interrupted, his hand moving to rest on your knee. “Do you honestly think I care about a few stretch marks or a little extra weight? You’re gorgeous. You’ve always been gorgeous. And now, you’re the mother of my son. That just makes you even hotter..."

Your lips trembled, as you looked away, overwhelmed by his words. “I just… I see the way other women look at you at the hospital. They’re all so… perfect. And I feel like I can’t compete.”

House scoffed. “Perfect? Sunshine, those women are boring. They don’t have half the wit, charm, or spine that you do. You’re the only one who’s ever managed to keep me in check, and you think I’d trade that for some airbrushed fantasy? Please.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. “You really mean that?”

House rolled his eyes dramatically, but his smirk softened into something tender. “Of course, I mean it. You’re it for me. You always have been. And if you ever doubt that again, I’ll have to remind you in more… physical ways.”he muttered as his hand slid underneath the hem of his shirt you wore, fingers brushing your belly.

You let out another laugh, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re beautiful,” he shot back, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Now, let’s go to bed before our son decides he’s done with sleeping.”

You lent into him, a small smile playing on your lips. For the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of peace. House might be a pain, but he was your pain, and he loved you exactly as you was.

[im-not-a-ghost]

Who is your secret admirer? 👀

If you feel like someone’s been eying you and you would like to check if your intuition about them is right, then this reading is for you. There will be a part two covering whether you know them or not and what this person admires about you.

There will be three sections for each group :

1. Their physical traits

2. Their personality

3. Complementary info using key words based on the letters you get

Group 1 🌹

Their appearance - 10 of wands, The Sun, 9 of pentacles, 2 of swords, Queen of cups, The Fool, Strength, Death, Movement, with a special appearance of the 7 of swords

This person is a busy bee. They look really tired or like they’re constantly in a rush. This person tends to avoid your gaze. They are quite charming and cute, their body has a good balance. They are rather slender and slim. They look strong though. Like they lift weights or something. This person can be quite intense if they want to, especially because they are so athletic and well off financially. But they are super humble so even though they know they look good, they do their best not to brag about it. So this person tends to dress casually, they wear clothes that don’t always fit them or bring the best out of their looks. They wear sporty clothes often like some kind of camper’s bag or running shoes. Their eyes is a key feature of their looks. They’re sweet yet bold. A fair mix of flirty and shy. This person could be really versatile in how they look around you. They are the sexy cute type, the type of person that attracts people with their brains more than their body. Though they look like a snack in this case. This person could be a swimmer so their arms and torso/back could be something that stands out compared to the rest of their body. They look like they would give the best hugs ever. 🤩

Their personality - The Tower, 4 of cups, The Hierophant, The High Priestess, The Lovers, 8 of wands, The Sovereign, Dare to dream, Transmute

Let me tell you, this person is hot AF. There is a stark contrast between their looks and their personality. This person looks so innocent but deep down they are soooo horny and dominant. No wonder this person wouldn’t look you in the eyes : they were too busy looking at your chest. They love it to a fault! They fantasize about you a whole lot. When it comes to who they are on a more general basis, they are very confident. They are a leader. They are wise, they know their worth. This person is a loner and they have strong boundaries. They don’t lose their time with what they’re not interested in. Same goes for people. They only engage in conversations with people that can match their intensity or bring something to the table. If they deem you unworthy, they would have no problem cutting ties. This person is very clever. They are constantly thinking. They are also super intuitive. Like the Hierophant and the High Priestess combo is super connected. This person definitely believes in a higher power, no matter how they label it. With the lovers and the 8 of wands, this person is quick to fall in love and very passionate once they know where they stand with you. They enjoy the banter a lot. They’re a sapiosexual. Not only are they excited by your looks but they also love your sassy and witty nature. The Hierophant / High Priestess / Lovers combo makes me think that this person is engaged but would gladly have a sneaky link with you anytime. The Tower and 4 of cups combo tells me that they like to challenge perceptions of others but don’t like theirs to be challenged. Let me tell you this person was not mentally prepared to meet you. You have put their world upside down to say the least. They can’t control their desire but they try really hard to repress it.

Complementary info - G I E A T Z I C R Y D A P L U

Words I’m picking up on : gay, guy, crazy, day care, guitar, cry, play date, icy gaze, player, age, gap, duty, large, diaper, price, duality, cage, pirate, trail, page, trace, guard, place, Italy, palace, rule, party, lace, Gael, Gail, Gaelic, Zac, Celia, Alice, Alicia, Ciel, Dalia, Ali, Lyra, Lydia, Craig, Giulia, Caty, Zara, Algeria, cute, cutie, prize, prude, girly

Group 2 ❣️❣️

Their appearance - Two of wands, White Numen, 7 of cups, King of cups, four of pentacles, 9 of wands, Power, Fate, Get creative

Okay this can be quite specific but for some this person is a farmer or someone that creates with their hands in a more general sense. Their hands, arms and upper body area are key features of this person’s look. They look intimidating, a bit stern, guarded for sure. Like the type of person that shouldn’t be messed with. Everything about them is meaty and juicy, even the D / the C. Their sense of style is pretty flowy. They like oversized clothes. Things that are practical and that they wouldn’t mind getting dirty 😉😉 They have a daddy / mommy vibe to them. They look like they’ve been through a lot and they can’t be bothered. Like you can’t fool them. They look mature. We got some DILFs and MILFs here lmao If they’re a man they got the full beard and grey hair sticking out here and there, if they’re a woman they got the long lucious hair and flowy sundresses that enhances their beautiful clivage. I’m specifically picturing for women their beautiful fuppa born from the birthing of beautiful children. This person is very sensual. And their sensuality comes from years of experience and knowledge, of working on themselves and providing for their family. They look very trustworthy and clean. Very healthy. Those are the type of people that are active on a daily basis, either because of their job or because they indulge in a lot of outdoor activities. They could like running or gardening. We also have artists here. Painters, musicians, sculptors, writers even. They kind of have an other worldly appearance. Like a Greek god/goddess that would have decided to walk among the mortals.

Their personality - knight of cups, queen of cups, Hierophant, page of swords, king of swords, page of pentacles, Love, The Sage

This person is very sweet. They are understanding, kind, patient. They love everyone. They are very contemplative. They like to make their own mind when doing something for the first time or meeting new people. They aren't the kind to gossip or take gossip seriously. They value traditions and respect more than anything else. They were educated quite strictly but it has done this person good. If they're a man, they were taught how to treat women fairly and consider them as their equal. If they're a woman, they were taught to support and uplift other women. They have a lot of knowledge and like to learn. They like to be challenged and mentally stimulated. They enjoy psychology, reading, writing. They know how to set boundaries and be ruthless in certain situations but they're also empathetic, able to compromise and find solutions that are beneficial to everyone. They feel very feminine. They take after the feminine figures in their life, especially their mother. They are nurturing and protective. They like to value others but also inspire and be inspired. They aren't afraid of being vulnerable, of making mistakes or stepping into the unknown. They have a lot of love to give. They are very romantic, even idealistic and naive at times. This person coul be a teacher or a healer of some kind. They were taught never to judge nor to belittle, never to think of themselves as superior to anyone, never to deny anyone of their love, respect or help. They gladly share what they have, help people out, show the way when needed. They are a chosen leader. They don't aspire to be one but people end up following them because of their sincere and pure nature. They have a lot of charisma and natural charm that doesn't feel forceful. They're in tune with their emotions and understand others' well. I'm getting that for some of you, this person enjoys poetry and/or romance novels.

Extra info - S E L I M A T A I I T U I R A

Words I picked up on : Selim, Selima, Rituals, trials, meat, Islam, rate, mates, teams, salute, émirats (French for emirates), emails, Italie (Italy), sutra, tiramisu, restau ( short for restaurant in French), amitié (French for friendship), Mauri (people from Mauritania), militaire (French for military), Mistral, Australia, Lisa, Asia, Israel, serial, laser, taser, Semirat, Rasul (Arabic for Prophet/messenger), Sami, Sam, Salima, Salim, Salem, Salam, Ismail, Smail, Islem, Tiamat, Tiamut, Mali

Group 3 👑♥️

Their looks - queen of pentacles, 6 of swords, 10 of wands, ace of pentacles, Death, The Lovers, Get Curious, The Sovereign

They look athletic and agile, a bit like a monkey. I thought of pirates for this group. I'm kinda picturing Monkey D. Luffy. This person could be a One Piece fan. They may have some similarities with this character. For those of you that don't know who this is, here's a GIF of the character to kinda get an idea (it's the guy in red).

Their limbs could be super stretchy lmao They just appear very trustworthy but also a bit reckless. But more than that, they look like they've been through a lot of stuff. Despite that, they're still pretty optimistic and want to believe in humanity. Just like the character, I guess. They look like the world's weight relies on their shoulders. They could have dark hair and eyes. They also look really young and unique. Their style can be a bit surprising. Like maybe they wear stuff that's not considered typical for people like them. They like rather flowy clothes that make them feel at ease. They also like contrast. They experiment a lot with their clothing style. So they can switch from one extreme to the other depending on their mood. It's like everything suits them. There's always something regal about them. They have a long neck or the way they stand and carry themselves makes them look like they come from a noble family. They always walk or talk slowly, they have an intense gaze. Key features of this person could be arms and eyes. They have this mischievous glint in their eyes, one that says "life is fun and if you don't think like that then I'm gonna make sure you do when you're with me". Honestly they're mostly a goofball and people might not take them very seriously based on their looks.

Their personality - 4 of pentacles, king of pentacles, Death, 2 of swords, Wheel of fortune, King of cups, The Pillar, Compassion

This person is deep. What they show is nothing compared to who they are. They are so mature and wise people would be shocked once they know them. They hide a lot of their scars, their doubts, their wealth and abundance. They don't trust people easily. They have to make sure you're worthy first. But once they trust you they give you their all. They have a happy go lucky personality with the people they trust the most. But they are ruthless with the ones they don't like. They have a strong moral compass and support their loved ones whole heartedly. This really matches Luffy's energy. If they feel like someone was unfairly treated, they would do anything in their power to get retribution for them. They may have a savior complex. They think rationally and take everything seriously, even the little things. They are dedicated to their work and their loved ones. They are an example for people around them. They like to take under their wing people that have been hurt, left behind or misjudged because they know what it feels like to be rejected or misunderstood. Their mind can get a bit negative sometimes. They tend to be harsh on themselves but extremely kind toward others.

Extra info - M U R R A K E A A Z E Y O N B

Words I picked up on : bronze, key, year, Amazon, bear, aroma, Kobe, Azurro, Manabu, bee, Roza, Zakary, Zakarya, Ryuk, Ruben, Roy, Akon, Marzo(March), May, Bron, Ryan, Marny, Zayn, karma, Roma, mabrouk (Arabic for blessed/lucky/prosperous), amaze, amen (either the Latin expression to end prayers), aman (Kabyle for water), Mary, Mauro, Amano, Arman, Armen, Korea, Zara, armor, amore, Kenya, Keny, Mokran, Yen, Ben, zen, yakuza, Kurama, Yan

[hellyeahscarleteen]

"There's nothing wrong with being fat, just like there's nothing wrong with being skinny, or being on any place in the hugely diverse spectrum of shapes and sizes that exist. Fat people are as cool and beautiful as everyone else, just like disabled people are as cool and beautiful as everyone else, just like people of one race are as cool and beautiful as those of another. I don't know about you, but my cool and beautiful friends come in a big range of shapes and sizes, and I don't find any one more cool or beautiful than the next based on weight. Some of my fat friends even have better body image⁠ than some of my thinner friends: in other words, them being fat doesn't mean they (or others) find themselves ugly, nor are they ashamed of their bodies just because they're fat.

I know some people in our world, an alarming number, are fat-bashing or fat-phobic, and you won't hear me say that doesn't suck and isn't hard to live with: it does suck and it is hard to live with. It's freaking awful. But just because we live in a world with bigotry and bias in it, and with far too many people who judge others based on appearance (be that about weight or about race, gender identity, disability, what have you) that doesn't make messages sent via bigotry and bias true. It also doesn't mean you have to keep them for yourself.

Those are false messages that come from crappy places. They can come from one person or group's fear of losing power over another, from someone's need to cut someone else down so they feel better about themselves, from learned attitudes from those who didn't accept themselves (like from a Mom, aunt or sister who we heard saying how ugly and fat they were all the time when we were young and impressionable), from poor overall self-esteem, from companies pushing things like diets and "slimming" garments and cosmetics not to improve anyone's life, but to increase the size of their own wallets with no real care about how it makes others feel, even if it makes other people sick or less healthy. But what we know, any of us who have studied bigotry and bias -- where it comes from, what motivates and enables it -- is that one place they do NOT come from is a place of clear feeling, clear seeing and real love for oneself and others."

Heather Corinna, How can I trust that someone else will like my body when I hate it so much?

[fairyminnie444]

Do u have any posts about dramatic weight loses

I don't have any posts about it specifically just about change appearance, but since I'm getting a lot of asks about it, I'll make a summary:

It all comes down to your identity and assumptions about your body. The key is to see yourself right now as already having the body you want—without worrying about how it happens.

Here’s how to fully embody your new reality:

1. Change Your Self-Concept

• Stop identifying as someone who “needs to lose weight.”

• Assume you already have the body you want.

• Every time you look in the mirror, mentally affirm:

• I love how slim/toned I am.

• My body reflects my perfect self.

• Losing weight is effortless for me.

2. Shift Your Inner Conversations

• Instead of thinking, “Ugh, I still have weight to lose,”

• Think, “I love how my body looks now.”

• Your mind only reflects what you believe, so keep affirming the version of you that already has the body you desire.

3. Ignore the 3D & Persist

• Don’t get discouraged if you don’t see immediate changes.

• The 3D is always catching up to your inner world.

• If old doubts creep in, remind yourself: I already have my dream body, and the 3D is shifting to reflect that.

4. Use Visualizations & SATS (State Akin to Sleep)

• Before sleeping, visualize yourself at your goal weight.

• Feel the emotions of already being in that body—wearing your favorite clothes, feeling confident, receiving compliments.

• The more real it feels to you, the faster it manifests.

5. Live As If

• Walk, talk, and act like someone who already has their dream body.

• Choose clothes you’d wear at your goal weight. (I’m doing this too, it’s like take a step on your desired self )

• Eat and move from a place of already having your ideal body, not from a place of trying to “get there.”

Reality Shifts Instantly—The 3D Just Plays Catch-Up

Your body is a reflection of your self-concept. The moment you shift your identity, the physical must follow. There’s no struggle, no forcing—just knowing and allowing.

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[tomorrowxtogether]

HUENINGKAI: “I learned to love myself thanks to MOA”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY comeback interview

2024.11.13

He cleared out his favorite hoodies and learned how to handle Cubase with ease. While many things keep on changing, some things are forever constant: the music, the group, and MOA. They are the true passions of HUENINGKAI, whose confident tone reassures us of his commitment to forever.

You cleared out some of your hoodies and stuffed toys—what you called your “horcruxes.” HUENINGKAI: Well, the hoodies were way too small for me anyway. (laughs) I wanted to try out some new styles, too, so I cleared them out. I decided I needed to ditch the hoodies first and try something prettier, including buying some knit sweaters. I also felt I could do away with my old stuffed dolls and replaced them with some new fluffier ones. It’s hard the first time you get rid of stuff, but I found it gets easier after that.

You’ve made a lot of big changes in different areas. You’ve been keeping up with your exercise, even throughout the ACT: PROMISE world tour, forming the TXT Exercise Team and regularly taking “TXD” [today’s exercise done] photos. (laughs) HUENINGKAI: I always take TXD shots. I share them in our group chat. I started working out to boost my self-esteem since they say it helps, and it definitely helps keep my mind off things when all you can think about is how tiring it is! (laughs) You can’t help but lose weight if you box. It’s the only thing that makes me sweat as much as performing in concert. There’s someone on staff who’s been doing CrossFit for a long time, so I recently started too. My goal was never to bulk up and get these huge muscles in the first place but to have a slim build with lean muscles, so CrossFit seems like a good fit for me. And MOA, you don’t have to worry—I’m not going to overdo it. (laughs)

A lot of MOA were surprised the way you threw the guitar during the performance of “Growing Pain” on the ACT: PROMISE tour. HUENINGKAI: My image sure underwent a transformation. (laughs) I wanted to show how even someone like me, who’s usually so pure and soft, has some rock star inside him. I looked up different ways of capturing the idea of smashing up the stage. I initially thought about breaking the guitar, but I figured throwing it would be better. That was all I did early on in the tour, but by the time we took it to the US, I experimented a lot, throwing the pick and flipping my bangs back later on. I was happy I got to show off a different side of myself through all that.

You’ve always had a knack for playing instruments and like playing them for fun. How do feel now that your YouTube series HUENINGKAI Wants to Start a Band is over? HUENINGKAI: I love playing instruments and being in a band, so I was thrilled to be able to make it. Just holding an instrument in my hands makes me feel happy, and actually interacting with and jamming with a band felt like a quintessentially youthful experience. The whole thing was fun to shoot. It never felt like work to me. I approached it like I was going to hang out with a school band.

What do you think makes being in a band so uniquely appealing? HUENINGKAI: I think it comes down to the eye contact you make while playing together. I think chemistry’s the most important part of a band, and when you’re looking each other the eye and having a good time together, you feel fully united. I feel like rock has the power to make unforgettable memories for both the band playing and their audience. I heard MOA saying they’re interested in playing in bands now or want to get back into learning an instrument. HUENINGKAI Wants to Start a Band was a huge motivation for me, and it makes me happy thinking it planted the seeds for some great dreams among MOA. I hope they challenge themselves to pursue whatever they want and achieve their goals, whether that’s playing in a band or something else. Just the act of trying something new takes a lot of courage, and if they build up some experience, they can truly enjoy their youth.

What form did that sense of youthfulness take on when you were making the show? HUENINGKAI: It’s the kind of youthful experience you can only experience during your university years, full of excitement, sorrow, and happiness all mixed together. The song “Kitto Zutto” is actually supposed to be about how I felt filming the Yonsei University episode of HUENINGKAI Wants to Start a Band. I seem to remember working on it between filming episodes two and three. I tried to make the chord progression feel both bright and also have a refreshing, youthful vibe. The very first thing I made was the piano track, but it felt a bit bland, so I turned up the BPM and then it sounded great! The funny thing was that I tried to play at that higher BPM but my fingers couldn’t keep up. (laughs) Since it would’ve been a little bland with just the piano, I felt like it’d be nice to have a catchy melody, so I had a guitar riff repeat from the intro onward. That’s the main highlight of “Kitto Zutto.” The drums gradually build up the sound and create a sense of flow.

How do you think it compares to the first song you produced, “Dear Sputnik”? HUENINGKAI: I’ve grown so much since then. When I was working on “Dear Sputnik,” I didn’t know how to use Cubase, but I used it to make the song this time. It was easy and convenient once I got the hang of it and got better as I used it more and more. Actually, for “Dear Sputnik,” I created the basic structure, but I got a lot of help from other people since it was less than two years since I debuted. I really wanted to contribute a greater share after that, and I did contribute significantly more to “Kitto Zutto.” It’s the first on a path of hard work towards being able to make a song I can truly call my own.

When you had just debuted and you were on Section TV, you said, “Ever since I was a trainee, my one goal has been to make and perform songs that can move people.” To what degree have you achieved your goal? HUENINGKAI: With “Dear Sputnik,” 30%—“Kitto Zutto,” 60%. Right from when I was first writing “Kitto Zutto,” I was thinking about how fun it would be to sing it with MOA in concert. Nothing makes me feel more fulfilled than when I see MOA enjoying a song I produced. When I performed those songs in concert, I went around in front of the audience on the moving stage and could see MOA up close and personal. They all looked so happy. I’m glad I made these songs that MOA can really get into singing along with and that we can touch their hearts with. I think singing them together gives them their final touches. I want to keep making and performing songs that everyone will love and can make them feel happy when they listen to them.

In many ways, the past year has been an excellent showcase of how you’ve grown musically. You really got people talking when you were on Lee Mujin Service and when you performed “BETELGEUSE” on the Nippon TV show THE MUSIC DAY. HUENINGKAI: I got lots of messages from people I know. (laughs) It’s the first time so many people have reached out to me like that. I was grateful but there was something indescribable about it because I feel like I’m still in the process of finding my own voice. I’ve tried singing with something more like rock vocals, and even though I don’t have difficulty hitting high notes, I’ve been thinking carefully about how to make them sound even better. I’d like to find vocals that are a little more unique to me. Obviously being a good singer is important, but I feel like sometimes that individuality is even more important.

You’ve always been a kind person, but you seem pretty strict with yourself. HUENINGKAI: Only when I feel like I’ve perfected a skill can I say that I’ve truly made it mine. I’m sort of a worrier so I practice on my own outside normal rehearsal time. Our new single “Over The Moon” is hard. (laughs) My feeling is, if you want to dance well during live shows, it starts with singing perfectly before you ever even stand up. And when I’m performing onstage, I just think, Just do it like we practiced. I might just end up making mistakes if I try to go beyond that.

I guess “Over The Moon” would’ve been hard since it’s more about making it feel romantic than unfolding a clear sense of progression. HUENINGKAI: It’s not a sad song, but it doesn’t exactly feel cheerful either, so I was aiming for a kind of longing middle ground. I start out singing softly to MOA, almost like a whisper, then add in a touch more of that longing in the chorus. I see “Over The Moon” as me removing the gravelly vocals from “0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You)” featuring Seori and keeping it light.

When watching “Over The Moon,” it reminded me of “9 and Three Quarters (Run Away).” HUENINGKAI: Exactly! It’s got the same ear-tapping move on the line “whisper me my name” as in “9 and Three Quarters (Run Away),” so I ended up watching our old performances for the first time in a while. My image back with “9 and Three Quarters (Run Away)” was meant to evoke the excitement of school days, while in “Over The Moon,” I tried to convey something a little more mature, like a university student.

You also came across as mature the way you led the older members in the 144th episode of TO DO X TXT, “Abandoned Stars,” even though you’re the youngest in the group. HUENINGKAI: That’s probably the most they’ve ever needed me. (laughs) It was scary at first, but I helped them because I felt like they wouldn’t even be able to go in if it weren’t for me. And anyway, it was less scary the second time around. I guess it’s because I’m a levelheaded person. They were clinging to me so desperately I thought my clothes would come off. (laughs) That was a first. But on the inside I was actually kind of glad and thinking about how much they need me.

You also paid YEONJUN a visit when he was shooting the music video for “GGUM.” HUENINGKAI: YEONJUN was the first one of us to do a solo project, and since I wanted to show my support and express my gratitude anyway, I brought some dakgangjeong we could eat together. (laughs) But most of all, I really wanted to learn from him. The stage presence he had as he sang from start to finish all by himself, and watching how naturally he ad-libbed towards the end, was all pretty amazing. (laughs) His solo was a good experience for us, too.

You’ve always emphasized in interviews how you want to be dependable for the rest of the group. What does trustworthiness mean to you? HUENINGKAI: Teamwork. The greater the trust between us, the stronger our group becomes. As a member of a kind of team, it’s always my hope that the other members can continuously rely on me. That’s what being a team is, after all.

And honesty is crucial for mutual trust, of course. In an interview with W Korea, when asked what it takes for a group to last a long time, you said, “Teamwork. Being open with each other about feelings.” HUENINGKAI: I actually never used to talk much about my feelings. I thought things would just work out over time, but now I talk things over with the people I’m close to, like the other members, my family, and the protocol team, no matter what it is. I really listen to their feedback, too. It just feels better that way. But it’s not at all easy to open up about what you’re feeling inside, of course. You can never just be like that from day one. So I just started slowly, and now I’m more open than I was last year.

You posted a letter on weverse for the fifth anniversary of your debut, and in it you talked about how you’ve always been careful to hide your feelings away because you didn’t like to talk about them. What made you decide to open up to MOA? HUENINGKAI: I never wanted to let MOA know when I was having a hard time. I always wanted to show them the good sides only. But the longer we were together, the closer we became, and I realized that also talking about those things was the right way to further develop the relationship. That’s why I was honest and open in what I wrote on weverse on March 4. I resolved to be more honest and open from then on.

It takes a lot of courage to be open like that. How did you find it in you to find the courage? HUENINGKAI: It’s all thanks to MOA’s love. Every time MOA opens up through their fan letters or in person, I can sense their love. The phrase, “my youth is TOMORROW X TOGETHER,” is beautiful, and hearing, “I’ll love you completely for who you are, no matter what—I love you so much,” absolutely fills me with strength. All these people around me were showing me love, but I felt like I didn’t love myself. I learned to love myself thanks to MOA.

It’s clear that you have an immense amount of love toward MOA, too, like when you said, “It may have been hard doing what it took to debut, but I could do it all again 100 times if it meant I could be with MOA.” HUENINGKAI: I wanted to show them just how much I love them. There were a lot of times I felt like giving up before I debuted, but MOA helped me forget all about it. I know what it means to find happiness as an idol thanks to them. I think MOA is what’s made TOMORROW X TOGETHER whole.

[daisymerollingg]

#15— without touch, we die.

—Angstober day 15: False hope

Pairing; Flashy flash x reader

Warning(s); established relationship(?), anxious attachment style flashy flash, avoidant attachment style reader, emotionally unavailable reader, flashy flash’s past is catching up to him in a sense

Synopsis; In a distant universe where somehow the S-class hero Flashy Flash is bound by these overwhelming feelings of limerence and endearment for an average, drained university student.

✎Word count; 1.6k

♪ Playlist; I don't smoke

A/N; expansion on his falling inlove headcanons but its not happy<3 also I hate this and I miss sonic</3

Love is tragic. When you've never been loved before. It's difficult. It's confusing. It's simply a hassle. 

But you were beautiful. You were love to him. You radiated everything he never knew he yearned for. You made him pause and ponder. You made his confidence halt and coil into a skittish knot. You were everything to him.

And you were just tragic. 

You were numb. You believed you were broken. You never understood why you could never reciprocate all he showed you. You cared about him, more than anything. But all that care you have for him could never compare to the stark devotion he bore. 

There was nothing to you: You were a lone college student, trying to pay off your loans and putting your all into studying and working. You were a shell of your past self, sacrificing what you once knew as content for the sake of your future. Everything you felt was simply muffled.

Yet somehow he had found something even you couldn't fathom. The sheer love he portrayed baffled you. It didn't make any sense.

"You're my world." Came his silky voice, pooling within you as he pulled you into an embrace. His features were loose. A soft, unguarded smile lined his face whilst he stood in your cramped, sheltered room. 

He was acting more affectionate than usual. He must've been happy since you didn't leave his messages on delivered for hours today.

An audible exhale aired out your lungs as you eased into him, hulling your hands to lightly wrap around his torso with your weight supported against him.

Probably because you had called him to walk you home, instead of him showing up on his own.

He melted into your aroma and relished in the foreign sentiment you were gifting him. 

In the eyes of the public, he was sharp and composed. Charming with his striking features and stone-cold expression, and he tried to uphold that image with you.

But no matter how vigilant he was, he couldn't hold back that ardent flow of affection that consumed him when he was with you, or the anticipation, or the desperation. So once you two were veiled beneath the walls of your room, no matter how hard he tried to hold on to that unbothered, cold domino of his, it always managed to slip away.

"You're so cheesy, flash." You meekly muttered into his chest.

"Only for you," his lips moved against the top of your head, before pressing a soft kiss. 

In truth, Flashy flash was like a deprived puppy. He would inwardly wag his tail and fawn over the littlest of declarations. Every time you'd push yourself to do more, force and forge a new part of you for him, no matter how insignificant it seemed, he would clasp it close to him and smile every time he remembered it, losing himself in a state of reverie. From a small peck on his cheek, to an 'I missed you', to a fleeting compliment.

You had held his hand voluntarily and stood close to him today, and even told him he looked nice. 

You could tell how much those little gestures meant to him.

"I love you." He spoke. As if the way his slim fingers tenderly trimmed across your cheek couldn't already speak in his stead. Your gaze kept locked with his for a few moments.

"I love you, too." You murmured, subtly leaning into his touch.

And with that, you've exhausted yourself. Again you're reminded why you're always strained with him. He yearns, needs too much, and you simply have too little to offer.

A strange sense of apathy and guilt riddles within you as you drift off to sleep, unseen fragments of his presence still hanging in the room.

 

Amidst the eerie quiet, the shuffling of fabric and the soft clinking of keys and coins could be heard throughout the empty restaurant. The chairs were flipped symmetrically on the wiped-down tables, the precision of your work evident with the air of cleanliness encasing the space. 

Your eyes moved to glance at the cold cup of coffee on the counter. Flashy flash had dropped by earlier in your shift and snuck in the back, handing you the beverage. You gave him an abrupt 'thank you' and a nod, before trotting back to your work, ignoring the tick of dejection he let slip past his tentative mask. In the middle of the bustling job, you had completely forgotten about it. 

You walked out the back and through the drink in the large garbage disposal, the sounds of it hitting a few rotten bags and the contents within it splashing all over the container following you as you headed back inside.

As your finger pressed on the home button on your phone, revealing the string of untouched notifications left by him, you bit the inside of your cheek. You didn't bother scrolling through them, fully aware that your cruel self wouldn't be as kind as you had been yesterday.

After making sure all your tasks had been intricately completed, you headed out of the restaurant, locking the doors and giving the knob a curt tug.

Two familiar back-to-back clicks against the concrete floor were all the indications you needed to expel a worn-out breath.

"Hey. Sorry I didn't text you, you saw how busy it was today." You dragged your head to turn to him, his face holding a solemn exterior, emphasized by the illumination of the street lamps and shading his complexion perfectly. The metal plates shaping him glistened under the lights, and your eyes fanned over them for a moment before going back to search his stoic face.

He briskly shrugged, his features still, and let out an unamused hum. "It's fine."

You forced a quick smile, your eyelids heavy with your day's load, energy noticeably depleted. His eyes surveyed your posture. He knew you hadn't drank his coffee. He cleared his throat, then went to press a hand to the small of your back. 

You shuddered, your brows denting for a blink before your quick reflexes smoothed them out. Your legs moved forward, pushing you to walk ahead and escape his touch. He paused for a moment, his eyes betraying his composure. 

He pulled his hand back to his side and joined you, taking him only a few strides to catch up to you.

He walked you home as always, but the tension pressed heavily in the atmosphere, and the gap, the actual gap you left between you and Flash as you walked, only made the deprivation in him sting further.

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow." You yawned, not waiting for a response as you went to close the door. But before it could click shut, his hand flew up to push against it. You blinked, allowing him to push the door open, revealing the deep lour pinching at his expression, once painted with a calm, unfeeling look only a moment ago.

"What is it?" His voice rasped desperately.

"Huh?"

"What did I do? Just tell me what I did." His pupils searched yours for those answers he constantly chased. Your jaw clenched. You let go of the door and took a deliberate step back, letting him step inside.

"You didn't do anything. Listen- I'm just tired, ok?" You tried to reassure him with another strained smile as if he couldn't see through every empty grin you plastered for his sake. "You know how things can get for me, right?"

His lips pursed and he shook his head.

"I don't get it." His restless hand ran through his long hair, pushing a few strands back. "You were fine yesterday. We- we were good! Why are you acting like this?"

"I'm not trying to act like anything, flash." You state.

"Then what is it!? I've done everything for you, I got you gifts, I told you I loved you, I missed you, and I still have no idea what's going through your head." He looked defeated as he spoke, longing eyes staring into your jaded ones. Your brows furrowed, and you looked away from him.

"I never asked for you to do anything... don't make me feel like I owe you," Outwardly, he didn't react to your words, but even without looking at his face, the silence told you enough. It stayed like that for a few seconds, the awkward sounds of inhales filling the quiet space.

"It's not about you asking, Y/n. I do these things because I want to show you how much you mean to me." He took a step forward, pressing his hand over his chest. "We're a couple. Shouldn't that mean something?" 

You couldn't handle the uncharacteristic crack in his voice. 

"Yes, it does-"

"Then what am I doing wrong?!" He cut you off.

"Nothing- You're doing nothing wrong!" You raised your voice, a little panic rising in your chest. He could see it too. He took a step back, his gaze averted to the ground.

"I thought it would get better." He whispered, and his nose scrunched as he looked back up at you. "But it just feels like I'm with a corpse."

You sucked in a sharp breath, something in you constricting at his statement. However, you knew there was nothing false about what he said. You both looked away from each other, the deafening silence taking place once again between your proximity. 

After a few agonizingly long moments, he breathed out a sigh, his form visibly deflating.

"Why do you keep pushing me away?" his voice was hardly audible.

You gave him a quick glance then looked elsewhere as you responded. "...You're just too much for me sometimes. I'm sorry."

You could see his fist clench from the corner of your eyes. 

He stood there, your words eating away at him. You hesitantly looked up at him, just in time to watch his features mend to their standard front. He nodded and turned to leave, muttering a faint farewell under his breath.

Your lips pressed together into a thin line. You sighed, because you knew you couldn't drive him away, that your words were nothing near enough to detach himself from you. And you'll keep on musing about how someone so special in every sense could want a vacant ghost much like yourself.

[feederheart]

The Hero.

CW: ssbbw, feederism. This is a bit of a silly story, not so much a kinky one. Nonetheless, a good read if you love fat women.

Princess Magnolia sat alone in her bed, staring out at the window with longing for the outside world. She wished for nothing more than to be free of her prison, for a handsome knight to find her in this terrible castle, locked up to waste away into nothing. She wanted to be picked up and carried away somewhere and live with him happily ever after…

Well, if there was a knight capable of carrying all five hundred pounds of her.

She longed for the delicious tastes of home, the sweet, sugary cakes, soft and buttery buns, and succulent roasts that used to grace her dinner table every night. She longed for the view of the magnificent palace garden where she could relax for as long as she pleased, munching away at whatever goodies she could get her greedy hands on. Oh how long ago it all seemed when she could just waddle around the pond watching the ducks bath in the pool while she picked one out for one of the palace guards to catch for dinner. It all changed one day when her father sent her away to be locked up in this awful castle to be the prisoner of the evil witch Malicia. Why he did it, she would never know, perhaps she was a hostage in a deal made under the table, or maybe he simply did not care for her anymore. 

She felt her stomach rumble and churn; it had been a whole thirty minutes since she had last eaten. THIRTY MINUTES! It had to be some sort of record. She rubbed her poor, empty, mattress of a belly underneath of her silken dress that had to be made out of bedsheets wishing that she had some food. It felt a bit smaller than before; still gigantic of course, but smaller than before. Her arms as big as the pillows she slept on seemed to be slimming down as well along with her tree-trunk legs and bountiful, melon-sized breasts. She caught a glimps of her fat face in the wall mirror across the room; she now only had two chins instead of three. What was happening to her, she wondered. Was it the witch’s curse?

Speaking of, Princess Magnolia could hear footsteps from coming outside; it was Malicia, no doubt returning to torment her once again. Her favorite form of torment was feeding her horrible concoctions that sapped her strength and frankly tasted like fermented asshole. She put her hands together to pray (and declined to get on her knees because of how uncomfortable that was).

“Dear heavenly lord, sendeth me a handsome prince charming to free me of this prison and deliver me to a life of love and happiness.”

The door opened and entered Malicia, a tall, older, and frail woman wearing a dark robe, a pointed hat, and black leather high heels that clicked and clacked against the stone floor of the palace. In her hands was another one of her foul-smelling potions that she was forced to drink. She wore a wicked smile on her face, the sadistic bitch, as if she enjoyed tormenting poor Princess Magnolia.

“Hello dear,” she said with her usual cheerful demeanor; Princess Magnolia knew that she was only doing it to keep her off her guard. “Wow, look at you and how much you’ve slimmed down, your father is going to be so proud of you!”

“Backeth! Backeth hence from me foul spectra! Has't thee nay restraint!” bellowed the princess.

Malicia sighed.

“Why do you keep speaking like that?” she asked with exasperation. “It’s just another weight loss potion, as prescribed by the royal healer, we’ve been over this.

“Keepeth yond foul concoction hence from mine own lips!” replied the Princess as she haplessly kicked with her fat legs.

Malicia rolled her eyes.

“Now now, dear, I know losing weight is no fun,” sighed Malicia. “And I know you miss the palace food, but you’re next in line for the throne and the kingdom doesn’t need a princess who can’t even walk up a flight of stairs. Now just sit still-”

“Nay!” shouted the princess as she exerted what effort she could afford to scoot away from Malicia. “Nay I say! I shall not drinketh thy poison again!”

Malicia groaned and flicked her right wrist. Suddenly, the princess’s gargantuan body began to hover off of the bed.

“NAY! NAY!”

“Oh be quiet, you,” muttered Malicia as she pulled Princess Magnolia toward her and forced the potion into her mouth.

Princess Magnolia fought as hard as she could but Malicia’s magic was too much for her. She was forced to drink every last drop.

“There, was that so bad?” asked Malicia sarcastically. “Seriously, it’s like giving a cough potion to a toddler.”

“Foul witch!” shouted Princess Magnolia. “Horrid hag!”

“Shut up,” snapped Malicia, having enough of Princess Magnolia’s antics. “I’ll be back to check on you soon, you better do your damn exercises, I’ll know if you didn’t.”

And with that, Malicia turned and left.

Princess Magnolia collapsed to the ground and sobbed. This witch was trying to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it. She cried, wailed, and bemoaned her horrible life before struggling to her fat feet and waddling back to bed. She lay down, hoping that she would never wake up again and have to drink another one of those foul potions.

Not long after closing her eyes, however, she began to hear a commotion somewhere in the castle, something that sounded like shattering potion vials and screaming. She sat up and listened carefully. The commotion stopped and there was nothing but silence. A few moments later and she could hear footsteps approaching her room, but they weren’t the clacking heels belonging to Malicia, they sounded more like metal sabatons clinking and clanking with each step.

Suddenly the door opened and there stood a handsome prince decked out in shining armor. His body was muscular and studied as any brave knight should be and his long golden locks flowed in the wind… despite him being indoors. Princess Magnolia gasped and put her hands to her face; she couldn’t believe that a handsome knight had finally come to rescue her.

“Art thee the knight yond who is't shall free me from mine own prison?” she asked the knight.

“Aye, tis I!” he proudly proclaimed in a golden voice as he knelt down and bowed. “I has't cometh to taketh thee home!”

Princess Magnolia squeed and excitedly kicked her obese legs; she could already feel her loins moistening.

“Taketh me! Prithee taketh me betimes!” she said with her arms outstretched.

The knight dutifully picked up all five hundred pounds of her with seemingly little effort and carried the excited princess out of the room; she was free at last! On the way out of the castle, they walked past Malicia, who the knight had subdued with magic rope that canceled her powers.

“What the FUCK are you idiots doing?” she demanded as she tried to struggle free from her bindings.

“Thy torment of the princess ends the present day, foul hag!” answered the knight. “I am taking h'r far hence from h're!”

“What?” snapped the baffled witch. “WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU TALKING LIKE THAT TOO?”

“Silence!” bellowed the knight with authority. “The princess is returning home and there is nothing thee can doth about yond!”

“THE KING IS THE ONE THAT SENT HER HERE!” screamed Malicia in exasperation. “YOU IDIOT! SHE’S JUST HERE UNTIL SHE LOSES WEIGHT!”

“Tush tush!” refuted the knight as he made his way past the bound witch. “I shalt taketh mine own leaveth and did bid thee farewell!”

“You know he’s just going to fire you and send her right back here, right?” asked Malicia.

“I cannot standeth the fibbing,” bemoaned Princess Magnolia. “Prithee taketh me home, o brave knight!”

“Oh my god,” groaned Malicia as the two lovebirds left the castle. “Just take her, he’s not paying me nearly enough to deal with this shit.”

The two left the castle and made their way to the courtyard where the brave knight’s white horse awaited his rider’s return.

“Elmo, mine own brave and studyeth steed!” greeted the knight enthusiastically. “Lendeth me thy strength and speedeth so yond we may escort this fair maiden home!”

Elmo’s eyes grew wide and he immediately bolted, disappearing over the hills in a flash.

“Very well, turncoat!” shouted the knight. “I shalt carryeth her on mine own owneth two feet!”

And the two set off toward home-

“Can we stand ho at a McDonalds 'long the way?” asked Princess Magnolia, rubbing her hungry belly with her free hand.

“But of course!” exclaimed the knight, happy to feed the hungry princess.

And the two set off toward a McDonalds. At least they did until the knight’s legs finally collapsed beneath him.

[liveyoungdiefast]

my (constantly updating) list of reasons to keep losing weight

flat stomach

bodychecking already makes me feel less anxious

because people can feel how ribby i am when they hug me

smaller stomach/appetite

to see this bracelet get loose

to be a lightweight

for people to worry about me when i get too drunk/high

to stop having my day ruined by seeing random skinny girls

to be way hotter than my ex

it's getting progressively easier for people to pick me up :)

to fall onto people's laps and not worry i'm hurting them

to be spun around

riding on people's shouldersssss

legs that match the rest of my body

flat chest

to always be cold

so everyone will hop off my dick

to be cute

my fucking jirai life

to be called skinny

so people still laugh when i say i wanna lose weight

discolored knuckles

so all these cigarettes aren't for nothing cuz fr my lungs are rotting

to be secretly skeletally bony under thick and baggy clothes

because people have started asking if im ok

to wear dresses :(

because my fwb lowkey noticed

so gaming late at night feels like a vibe instead of gross

the high of watching a movie or playing a game while st4rving

so i can take my c4l limit lower and lower

to be the sk1nn1 stoner enby of my dreams

to aestheticize life in my crashing, burning world

to pass out at work

to look as weak and small and young as i feel

more attention from both genders

privilege.

because it's so much easier now

to match my own mental image of what a genius would be

the way life feels when you're 4n4rexic at night

no one judging me for eating sweets (fuck you so much for that)

to be one of the skinniest friends

so no one relies on me, because i look too unstable anyway

to stop being the responsible friend who always takes care of other people

so people care when im crashing out

so i dont have to keep hearing people's shit

because i can feel my shoulders grinding into the wall when i lean

to look like i do drugs

so people dont judge me for my cvts

to feel in control

to eat less than other people

to look like someone's crashout girlfriend

to look incredible in my show fits

because it makes me feel more hardcore (this shit is NOT true, riots not diets.)

so my leg tat wraps when im sitting down

to be left alone

to be respected as an introvert

for my bubbliness and energy and laughter to almost always be accepted

so im a cool and mysterious loner, not just a sad girl

more piercings

i cannot fucking deal with recovering right now

so my dad takes care of me

so my mom stops invalidating me

to be MOEEEEEE

so people are empathetic and worried when i have to sit down in the street, or feel dizzy (ive seen the way they treat my fat friends when they do this and its fucked.)

because i can ignore stereotypes but i cant change them

always walking around, going places, vaping, getting my steps in

to turn my body into a picture of my mental illness

to feel more flexible

nice

to look good in emo clothes

to feel like I’m in control

planning diet meals to reduce anxiety

I will NOT be out-rexie-d

to feel dainty

long, slim, tall person legs

to never be too heavy

because it always makes me wanna be alone

all my touches would be gentle

the exhausted numbness that lets me study hella

being a night person

‘cause I can

[small-z24]

One-Shot: Shattered Prophecies

Summary: 

Y/N and Azriel are bound by a prophecy that foretells either salvation or destruction. Realizing they are the destined pair, they must make a heartbreaking sacrifice to end their love and save their world. A tragic tale of love and unchangeable fate.

Word Count: 862

Warnings: heartbreak 

The chill of the early winter night seeped into Y/N’s bones as she stood at the edge of the cliff, staring out at the vast, dark ocean below. The wind howled around her, carrying whispers of a prophecy she had long hoped would never come to pass.

"It couldn't be them. It wasn't them. The prophecy was so vague, it really could be anyone else."

Y/N repeated these words like a mantra, clinging to the slim hope that fate had made a mistake. But deep down, she knew the truth. The signs had been there all along, and she had ignored them, too afraid to face the inevitable.

Behind her, footsteps approached, crunching on the frost-laden ground. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The presence, the way her heart twisted with a mix of love and despair, told her everything.

"Y/N," Azriel's voice was a soft, broken whisper, filled with the same sorrow that gnawed at her heart. "You shouldn’t be out here. It’s freezing."

She didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the sky met the sea. Azriel stepped closer, his shadows wrapping around them both in a futile attempt to offer comfort.

"It’s true, isn’t it?" she finally spoke, her voice trembling. "The prophecy. It’s about us."

Azriel was silent for a moment, and then she felt his hand on her shoulder, a touch that was both reassuring and devastating. "Yes," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "It’s us."

The prophecy had been vague, an ancient riddle passed down through generations. It spoke of two souls bound by love, destined to bring either salvation or destruction. Y/N had always believed they could forge their own path, that love would conquer all. But now, the weight of their fate pressed down on her, crushing her hope.

"It’s not fair," she choked out, tears streaming down her face. "We never asked for this."

Azriel’s grip tightened on her shoulder, and she could feel his own anguish through the bond they shared. "I know, Y/N. But we can’t change what is written. We can only decide how we face it."

She turned to him then, her eyes searching his for answers, for a glimmer of hope. But all she saw was his own pain reflected back at her. "What are we supposed to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Azriel reached out, cupping her face in his hands. His touch was warm, but it did little to thaw the cold that had settled in her heart. "We have to stop it," he said, his voice firm despite the tears in his eyes. "We can’t let this prophecy come to pass."

Y/N’s heart shattered at his words, the finality of them. "But how? How can we stop something that’s already been set in motion?"

He closed his eyes, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down his cheek. "We have to end it, Y/N. We have to end us."

The words hung in the air, a death sentence pronounced on the love they had fought so hard to protect. Y/N felt her knees buckle, and Azriel caught her, holding her close as sobs wracked her body.

"No," she cried, clutching at him desperately. "There has to be another way. There has to be."

Azriel’s own tears fell freely now, mingling with hers. "I wish there was, love. I wish there was. But we can’t risk the prophecy coming true. We can’t risk destroying everything."

Y/N pulled back slightly, her hands gripping his arms as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. "But I love you," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "I can’t lose you."

Azriel’s expression was one of pure agony. "I love you too, Y/N. More than anything. But sometimes, love means making the hardest choices."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle, heartbreaking kiss to her lips. It was a kiss filled with all the love, the dreams, the futures they would never have. When he pulled away, they were both trembling.

"We’ll find each other again," he whispered, his voice a promise and a farewell. "In another life, we’ll be together."

Y/N nodded, tears blurring her vision. "In another life."

With one last, lingering touch, Azriel stepped back, his shadows swirling around him. The distance between them felt like an abyss, one that could never be crossed.

As he turned and walked away, Y/N fell to her knees, her sobs echoing in the night. The prophecy had taken everything from them, leaving nothing but shattered dreams and broken hearts.

And as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, Y/N knew that this was their end. There was no happy ending, no miracle to save them. Just the cold, hard truth of a prophecy that had sealed their fate long before they had ever met.

In the stillness of the morning, Y/N whispered to the wind, "It couldn’t be us. It wasn’t us. But it was."

And with that, the love story of Y/N and Azriel came to its tragic, heart-wrenching end.

[rom-e-o]

Addie will always be a naturally bigger girl, but I can see her wanting to get healthier and losing some excess weight. So, along with her dancing classes of course, she goes on a little weight loss journey. And her girls are right there cheering her on every step of the way. If this is something she wants to do, they will support her. They're there at every weigh-in, celebrating very few pounds lost and encouraging her when she backslides. Help her find new healthy foods and ways to make foods she enjoys healthier without sacrificing taste. They help her monitor her calorie intake and meal plan. They'll exercise with her and hype her up when she's running low on motivation. They do their best to make this lifestyle change enjoyable as possible instead of a miserable chore. And Addie comes away positively glowing, in healthier dress size, and utterly proud of and happy with her body. As only she should be.

And, yes, she did it for herself. She wanted to be healthier. It was her decision and hers alone to slim down a few sizes. But if a new heat sparks on her man's eyes when he can more easily wrap her up in his arms or even sweep her off her feet entirely and that makes her feel even better about herself, is that really so wrong?😏

Awww, you go, Addie! Face masks are fine, but we love to see some real self-care by prioritizing some healthy fitness and excess weight loss.

I totally fee you; Addie is and is always going to be a Rubenesque beauty. The aesthetics is top-tier, but just shedding a few lbs/a kg or two can make a world of different when it comes to the comfort of moving, dancing, or just existing. And Addie wanting to do it in a healthy and responsible way? Oh, you best believe the girls on on-board!

They already go to dance classes, but I imagine they jump in on other exercises, too!

Bess teaches her kick-boxing for lean muscle ("Lift that leg high, Addie - and give me five punches from the southpaw! Atta girl!"), Gal teaches her dead-lifting for better strength ("Yer knees, not yer back, Ads!"), and Connie and her go on jogs. Eventually, those jobs become runs, until they do a 5K together and are giddily jumping and dancing at the finish line. ("You just ran a marathon, Addie!")

And when it come to nourishing recipes, the girls got that on lockdown as well.

They prioritize leaner meats for protein and more filling veggies to make meals still filling and delicious, but less calorie-dense and heavy in the stomach. Gal is an expert, for dang sure, and Bess has a thriving garden of veggies and fresh herbs for extra health. No green juices up in here, folks (or if there are, they're delicious af.)

Instead of her double-chocolate cookies, Connie makes desserts like pumpkin and chocolate oatmeal bites. Still definitely a dessert and loaded with dark chocolate, but packed with nutrition (pumpkin and can sugar > white flour and white sugar).

Maybe this is syrupy, but I imagine the girls also maybe trying to be even more intentional about meal-prepping, and still eating together. They already eat full meals together, as we've discussed, but maybe they try to be even more intentional about food-prepping healthy meals for those crazier days. It's easy to down a bowl of cheesy ramen and some biscuits after a stressful day at work, but pulling some premade jambalaya with basmati rice and lean sausage from the fridge to enjoy with empowering conversation is infinitely more pleasant for the body and mind. <3

And every weigh-in is celebrated! Weight stayed the same? Still on track, no worries. Gained a bit? No biggie, but let's make some chances. Lost some pounds? Woohoo, we found a rhythm! Let's keep it up!

As for Tom, I'm sure he notices. Even if it's not reflected super obviously at first, he notices in with how she moves and holds herself. Her posture seems taller. Her movements are different.

As the sizes drop, he can definitely wrap a whole arm around her, lift her, and sweep her off her feet. And she's glowing through it all. THAT'S what we love to see.

"Blimey, Addie, you're a vision tonight. You've always been beautiful, but ... I feel like I'm looking at a lovely flower that was just repotted. You're still beautiful, but the way you're thriving? It makes my heart dance."

"Aw, Tom-Tom." <3

[starsweepers]

Extremely messy mobile post coming up here aka don’t expect good punctuation and grammar and all, but I want to just spew some Hope thoughts here right quick so I don’t lose them.

Hope has no idea how to deal with romance or be romantic and she’s also a bit awkward socially in some capacity. She spent her formative years growing up in the Society where things were strict and expectations were set on who they associated with. Being the youngest generally of those around her in life, she wasn’t involved with too many others outside of her parents and eventually Valeria’s control, and so meeting anyone she could find attraction to was slim. Then by the time she started finding freedom and rebellion, she was more so involved in the Underground, leaving her with little time for any sort of social life. Then the gods and Doom and now a whole new reality… one that also needs help again. She’s only now learning a bit more how to relax with the help of Jones, Kendo, and even Jade and Nyanja. And then of course she’s trying to grapple with the unusual feelings she’s having around Kendo… but she mostly just ignores them.

She’s focused and vigilant and on edge a lot but it doesn’t stop her from being a bit sassy and teasing on occasion. Jones being her mentor now has really helped her mischievous side come out. She has friends growing up like Clara, but they had rules to follow and she used to behave to them. It’s a whole new world for her now… literally.

She’s indifferent to pickles, but she eats them to please Tomoki, Kendo’s demon pal.

She can sing and is learning instruments from Kendo and Jade. She’s discovering some things she likes slowly… at least outside of art and fighting.

She knows guns quite well, tends to lean towards the mid range weapons but will handle close range well. She mostly lacks patience for the long range.

She rarely lets anyone see her right arm. The skin was highly burned and damaged after Doom, and it wasn’t treated fully proper. She wears armoring on it to protect the sensitivity and the weakness of the skin. Plus the armor looks cooler than her mangled skin.

Hope, despite helping lead the charge against Doom and such… she still lacks a lot of confidence in herself. She doesn’t feel special or see what good could come from her being so human. Even her sister had powerful abilities and while her psychic art is cool, it doesn’t exactly stop villains on its own…

She loves cats but doesn’t plan to get one any time soon given her lifestyle…

She adores Jones and looks up to him highly as a mentor and even a father figure, something she lacked in her life given her parents were relatively absent and then mysteriously died when she was still a kid. While they were not great parents, they weren’t too fond of the Society, either, and so they left when Valeria got involved, and apparently died some time later in circumstances Hope was never given the details of. Hope then followed her sister to the Society and was raised by them mainly.

Valeria is about ten to twelve years older and in her late 20s. She raised Hope in many ways and so the two used to be close until Valeria started down a path that Hope couldn’t bring herself to agree with.

While she had absolutely no idea how to handle her feelings for Kendo (and in some way doesn’t understand them), she knows she feels warm and confident around him… and she feels the need to do anything she can to help him succeed. There’s a likeness between them of being young and feeling a great weight on their shoulders. He’s calm but funny, and helps her learn to relax, and he serves a friend role she can’t get from Jones. Plus he might just be a bit cute…

In a modern au, she is raised in a cult and Jones helps her escape.

[pinkeoni]

Re: The Concern for Actor Ages

This is a post to discuss and hopefully alleviate some of the concerns regarding the actor’s ages for season 5, as well as offer a counter to some of the points being made.

The whole “the actors are going to look so old once season 5 comes out!!” is a joke as old as season 4. And like, I get it. I GET it. The actors do look a lot older than they are supposed to be. And honestly, it will probably happen again. I just don’t think it’s an actual issue.

And clearly, you’ve never seen El Camino.

So El Camino is a sequel film to the tv series Breaking Bad, which is meant to take place directly after and during the events of the last season of the show. It was also made several years after the series had concluded.

The biggest concern from fans was centered around Jesse Plemons reprising his role, who now looked much different from how he looked while filming the show. For comparison, here is Jesse Plemons in Breaking Bad vs Jesse Plemons in El Camino

There were a few options to circumvent this:

Force Jesse Plemons to lose a ton of weight during their short 50 day filming period, a dangerous and unhealthy method

Digitally de-age and slim down, an unreliable process with the potential to be distracting

Somehow find an adequate actor who looks exactly like young Jesse Plemons

And here’s the option that Vince Gilligan decides to go with, which I think is much better:

Cast Jesse Plemons in the role and have him act as is with his current appearance, and ask the audience to suspend their disbelief

To be fair, suspending your disbelief for a film production is a lot harder than say, for a staged production. An audience watching a play understands that what they are watching isn’t a perfect representation of reality, but an audience will interpret a film as reality.

So maybe it’s a little impossible to not notice if actors look different from how they are supposed to in universe. And if it’s distracting for you, maybe it can’t be helped. And I probably can’t change your mind. I didn’t find myself distracted when watching El Camino, however, because Jesse Plemons fucking kills it.

His performance is great. Plemons had gained maturity and skill in the six years since BB ended, and it’s reflected in his performance. He sells it and I buy it.

And I bought it in season 4, too. Of course the kids look older than they’re supposed to. But what were the Duffer’s supposed to do? Reverse time? Stop a global pandemic from happening? Find the fountain of youth?

They do use digital de-aging with El, but that was specifically to express El at a much much younger age that doesn’t have too much screentime. De-aging the entire cast for the entire season would have cost too much, taken too much time, would be too distracting and take away from the performances. And all of the kids do a stellar job.

So my general reaction when watching season 4 and seeing that the kids looked older: 🤷🏼‍♀️ Oh well. Shit happens.

To add another layer to this, I think it’s interesting to be able to peak behind the curtain and see the filmmaking process in the actual finished product. In a perfect world where pandemics don’t happen and production doesn’t take years, the actors would look how they are supposed to in universe. But they don’t. Seeing it warts and all just makes it so much more interesting and human.

Does this mean I always wanna see mistakes in the production? No, but when it’s something as unpredictable and human as how human bodies look, I’d rather just see the actors for how they are.

So. The actors are going to look different. It happens. I promise it’ll be fine. It could distract you, but once you accept the reality of it, you can move on.

[oscconfessions]

back at it again at krispy kreme osc confessions, more worldbuilding but different this time.

What do you all think beauty standards and stuff like that would be like in these worlds? cause they clearly exist. Would there be specific expectations of different object types or would it just be the same for all of them. It's clear like, "body type" or weight is a concern with how much objects get called fat (in the earlier days mainly). Are all objects expected to seem slim and skinny? It would be much harder for the objects in this world, cause yeah if you as a human want to lose weight you can but these are objects. While yeah, some are squishy so they may be able to try and force a smaller frame, a lot are made out of very tough material. I mean how is a fridge gonna make their body appear smaller?

But is that it? just weight? probably not. Maybe they idolise looking more like the regular object, preferring to have more details and look less "alive"(is that how you'd describe it?). Maybe it would be more based on colours with certain colours being preferred over others. There would also def still be like make-up. Maybe specific objects are even viewed as being unattractive, and I don't just mean "gross" objects (like idk farts and poo those exist shout out to skat tdos, my man.), I mean objects that we would probably overlook as just being normal items. Maybe older models/versions of things are also seen as less attractive, with people always being obsessed with the newer and cooler version.

idk man it's cool to think about things from our world being in object worlds

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[leejenowrld]

Heyy Cutie🤓

At the rooftop in New York, after Jeno found out from Karina that he had to design a ring for the bridesmaids and y/n being one of them, how was the process?? What were his thoughts and do you have a picture of the ring's design?

Also, if you could write the altar scene from Jeno's Pov, how would that go??

Love ya!❤️

-💕

hiii my love, thank you for such a thoughtful ask. i am smiling so hard because you guys actually have not seen the full altar scene yet. what i wrote at the end of part eight was just a quick overview to close out the chapter. the altar scene is actually the opening of part nine, and right now it is sitting at around 14k words... so yeah... a lot happens. you will see every single detail, every breath, every look, every thing they could not say but said anyway. it is going to hit hard and i cannot wait for you to experience it properly the way it was meant to unfold.

as for your question about the ring process — when karina told jeno that he had to design a ring for the bridesmaids and that y/n was one of them, it absolutely wrecked him inside. he played it off casually in front of everyone else, but the moment he was alone, it hit him like a freight train. jeno has always been very physical with how he processes things, so he actually ended up sketching the designs late at night in his apartment, working through ideas he hated, ripping up papers, getting frustrated. he knew from the start he wanted hers to be different. even though he made rings for all the girls, y/n’s had to be quieter, softer, almost like a secret. something that looked simple to the outside world but carried a private, almost sacred weight once you looked closer.

the ring design he finally settled on is delicate, thin, almost vintage in feel. a slim diamond band with tiny etched stars along the inside of the band where no one can see them, just for her. the stars are imperfect, hand-carved, and that was intentional. they are a private memory stitched into something she would wear every day without anyone else understanding what it meant. no big stones, no flashy decorations. just something that feels like breathing — natural, inevitable, quietly beautiful. like her.

if i wrote the altar scene from jeno’s pov, it would be devastating. he would be hyperaware of everything — the way her breath caught when he slipped the ring on her finger, the way her mouth parted like she wanted to say something and couldn't, the way her hands shook even though she tried to hide it. he would not be able to think clearly. everything else would fall away. it would be this desperate, aching moment where he realizes he could stand an inch from her for the rest of his life and still never be close enough. he would not even register the world ending around them when taeyong arrives. he would only feel her, pressed up against him, breathing the same air for the first time in what feels like forever. it would not be about forgiveness or reconciliation yet. it would just be about needing to hold onto something real before it slips away again.

i love you so much for sending this and for thinking so deeply about all of it. you are going to lose your mind when you see the full altar scene i promise. 🩷