#I really need role models :(

[cyanomys]

Calling all body positive ppl

Does anybody have recs for fat & body positive creators I can follow. Especially about movement and intuitive eating.

But also just seeing other fat people doing hobbies and being visible on the internet would be nice. I like gaming, books, the usual nerd package.

I’m having so much trouble searching for these sorts of creators without getting suggested fatphobic or pro-ED content instead which is very upsetting :(

Even if you don’t have answers please reblog so I can find people who do!!

[copias-juicebox]

Tobias about his Brother Sebastian who passed away shortly after Ghost released their first Songs and took off on Myspace. 🤍🤍🤍

[gopher-jade]

just watched the episode where naruto meets minato, and. idk if it's because i completely skipped the battle beforehand & therefore tense battle atmosphere or if i'm just older and more resentful now, but.

if i were an orphan who had no adult guardian most of my life and had to fight for respect, and then train my butt off to survive because my dad sealed a fucking wanted monster inside of me, and then said dead dad said "😀 i did it because i believe in you. you're my son after all. idk how you're going to solve the systemic problems of our world but i blindly believe in you because that's what parents ought to do". i think i would have puked and also aimed at his shoes.

[ohmigoshiloveu]

Uh Arthur being a delinquent back when he was a kid and then becoming Emizel’s surrogate sire in the present and stating at some point that he saw himself in the twins and that’s why he was staying with them? To keep them from becoming him?? Uh, there’s something poetic here but mostly this is just going into my ‘Arthur is Emizel’s dad-mom’ pile. So uh. Yeah.

[thepettymachine]

Ashley found Jessica at the gym and hopes to learn from Jessica as her mentor.

But first, tears from a rejected first kiss.

[thegreenleavesofspring]

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Me: *on the phone with my mother* Yeah God has me in a holding pattern right now so I'm just chilling.

*two days later* Stuff Starts Happening

Which. Don't get me wrong. It's good stuff and stuff I've been praying for for awhile now but also... it is going to be Tiring and Inconvenient to deal with and the holding pattern the boys and I have been in has been remarkably comfortable, actually, and I am reluctant to face the exertion and weariness that the process of this Stuff is going to require and...

Anyway, don't mind me, just complaining about blessings again. XP

(I'm just. I already know good and well that I am going to be Tired for the next few months. Really really Tired. Even with trusting and praying it's still going to take mental and physical energy and also concern for my children and it's just. Gack.)

(Actually maybe I need to be praying that I will soon meet a dependable, trustworthy babysitter so that my children can get to know and trust them before the impending periods of hours of separation. And yeah yeah "Bri just hours?" but keep in mind my children have never been separated from me except once, my eldest stayed with my in-laws while I was in the hospital giving birth to my second son and that Did Not Go Well. Indeed my youngest never even experienced the usual separation anxiety phase that happens around a year old because he has never been without me.

Add to that that we don't actually know ANYONE in the area. Like at all. Except my mother, who is currently without transportation and who I don't... fully... trust to watch my kids for like... four hours. Or longer.

Anyway this has been weighing on me and I don't know why it hasn't occurred to me to pray about it before.)

On another note, when the CPS dude visited today he asked if we were going to be okay (re: my husband no longer providing any financial support at all) and I said yes, because we have no other choice but to be, and we just sort of looked at each other. But I didn't come off as worried because even though I know already that next month is going to be challenging, I also have full trust that God has not brought us this far just to drop us now. Just because I don't know yet what He has planned doesn't mean He doesn't have a plan and also I think I've maybe gotten a glimpse at it? Little bitty glimpse? Just takes a certain amount of effort on my part.

...yes I'm a bit lazy. XP

[hood-ex]

So you know how that girl, Ali, crawled out of her window and then got stuck on the ledge outside her apartment? And how Dick raced up there to save her? And how she started to fall but Dick caught her? And how Ali was so amazed by Dick that she said maybe she could be a Lady Nightwing when she was older?

The New Titans #71

Yeah. I just think it would be fun if she actually committed to that and started learning parkour as a way to get over her fear of heights. Then she'd get some experience in martial arts as a way to protect her little brother from their abusive dad. Her whole thing would be acquiring new skills as a way to prevent herself from feeling stuck and helpless. The very idea of not being prepared would give her anxiety.

She would eventually cross paths with Dick again, and after a series of events, Dick would take her on as another one of his protégés. Thus, Ladywing would be born.

No but listen. Ali would have a fear of being unprepared, and Dick is always prepared, so I feel like Dick could not only teach her how to be prepared for a multitude of situations, he could also teach her how to use the things around to her advantage in case she ever was unprepared. She needs a battery but doesn't have one? Dick will teach how to make a battery with a potato. She needs a weapon but doesn't have one? Dick will teach her that anything can be used as a weapon.

See? Fun!

[s-blast92]

what kind of squidbeak splatoon is this

Captain 3- Zach (he/him)

Agent 4- Aero (he/him)

Agent 8- Onyx (he/they)

Agent 3- Tri (he/him)

[redrobin-detective]

The brightest colors make the deadliest poisons

When the Batman first took to the streets of Gotham, the city didn’t really notice. He was a legend, a myth, a story whispered from criminal to criminal in the dark in warning. Given how tightly he managed his presence, one would think he preferred it that way.

However, it was hard to hide when Robin hit the scene a few years later. For many reasons.

“Take that!” Robin shouted, gleefully taking down a band of thugs. They fired shot after shot at the bird but didn’t come close to hitting them. “Too slow!” Was exclaimed mid-somersault before the last man was taken down. The child preened, small, booted foot resting proudly atop a thoroughly beaten man’s head.

“Tell all your friends, Robin the Girl Wonder shouldn’t be messed with,” the young girl grinned. She shook her head causing her ponytail and bright green ribbon holding it up to dance with the motion.

“Lil bitch,” one of the men grunted on the floor near her. Robin’s grin faltered a bit. “Getcha next time, cut you up for scraps.” Across the room, Batman looked up and narrowed his eyes at the man threatening his partner. He’d been looking through some of the documents left behind but some things were more important. He’d just need to be faster next time.

“Like I said,” Robin said, walking over to fallen man and stomping her petite but steel lined boots onto his fingers. The man yelped and tried to pull away but she held them firm. “Tell your friends,” she grinned and it was sharp. “Robins aren’t to be messed with.”

People thought it would pass. The bright colors, the sidekick, the girl. It was a publicity stunt or some deranged part of his neurosis. Politicians railed against Robin, about protecting the children, the little girls, from such violence. The police brushed her off whenever Batman and his ditsy little sidekick were brought up. The criminals laughed and made crude remarks in dark places. But all of those complaints and jibes were made far away from the girl.

It was hard to laugh to her face when she was busy punching yours in.

Soon it became clear to Gotham that Robin was here to stay and she was not going to be quiet about it. She made friends with street vendors and passed along candy to kids in the street and walked home anyone feeling vulnerable. Robin was a beautiful flower, blossoming under the moonlight into a young woman. But while the flower was pretty her thorns were poison.

Criminals stopped laughing after a while, after another raid, another sentence served, another bone broken and another flimsy pride humiliated. Soon people were scattering at the sight of a yellow cape and red tunic just as much as the fearsome cowl. Her punches were weighted, her acrobatics terrifying and her sharp wit left Gotham’s underworld scrambling while the city’s young daughter stood tall and proud. Crime fighting wasn’t a boy’s or even an adult’s club anymore, Robin saw to that. Her very existence was a revelation and a revolution wrapped into one.

But then, one day, she was gone. Off to New York with a new team and a new costume leaving Gotham with a void. But voids have a way of being filled.

Just a few years later, there was another girl running alongside Batman in a bright cheery costume. She was younger than Nightwing, uniform tailored a bit different with shorter, cropped hair. Her accent, however, was distinctly from the Alley. There wasn’t much laughing at this one, she was just as formidable as the last. She loved the chili dogs on 8th and Finger, she quoted books at the thugs she fought and was so vocal and forceful about cleaning up the worst of the city.  Boys and girls alike listened with rapt attention to the promises and demands this new Robin with her thick accent and bright colors had for Gotham.

Batman was a hero, one who’d pulled their city back from the brink. Robin was helping to lift it up. There’d been a marked increase in young girls attending martial arts classes and gymnastics when the first Robin first appeared. Once the second Robin appeared, more girls started joining debate clubs and running for political positions. One can assume the young lady would have been proud of her influence, had she lived long enough to appreciate it.

When news of Robin’s death hit the streets, the magical air that seemed to trail around Batman’s bright sidekick faded. ‘Of course it was bound to happen,’ people would mumble. ‘A young girl like that? Fighting criminals? It’s just not right.’ Boys on the playground started mocking the girls clinging to their homemade Robin costumes. Batman took to the streets without a partner, darker and meaner than ever before. For the first time in years, Gotham was without it’s light.

Until it came back. And once more people laughed. The previous Robin had been small but stocky with a mean right hook. This new one was smaller, slighter with a pretty, delicate face. She wouldn’t last long, people huffed to themselves. She’d better turn in the cape before she hurt herself. And then Robin number three took down the Joker all alone without the Batman in sight. And once more the laughing stopped. This Robin was smaller than the others but she was just as vicious and hit just as hard.

It wasn’t unusual to see this Robin running patrols on her own, facing criminals without backup. She had a team outside of Gotham and her own rogues gallery separate from her mentor. People, especially the citizens of Crime Alley, still lit candles for the second bird but this new one wasn’t bad. Nightwing started returning to Gotham more, now a woman in her own right. Hers was the only laughter that rang out the nights she took to the streets with Batman and Robin. Her kicks were deadly and her barbs sharp enough to gut a man as she reminded Robin III just whose footsteps she was following.

This Robin lasted years, saved many lives and averted countless disasters. She went away for a short while, replaced temporarily by a young man in the iconic suit which confused everyone before returning. Then one day, like the two before her, she was gone and another stepped into her place. Along with their Batman. When Batman showed up to the rooftop of the GCPD with a woman’s build and familiar voice, there was no illusion over who had taken the icon’s place. Her new Robin, though, was a mystery.

This Robin was young, as young as Nightwing when she first started. She did not smile or laugh or joke like those before her. This Robin had a sword at her side and was looking for any excuse to use it. She moved like death, her attacks swift and cruel that had the new Batman being forced to reel her back. Criminals didn’t hesitate to run from this Robin who seemed quite eager to build a body count in Gotham. But time tempers even the sharpest of stones and soon the young lady settled into her role, not just as fighter, a warrior but also a beacon in the Gotham gloom. She was brusque with civilians and rude to just about every one she spoke to but Gotham embraced this bird none the less. And when Batman returned through some miracle means, the new Robin took to the skies with him.

Many other joined Batman’s fight for Gotham. The three Batboys, the mysterious Oracle, the Spoiler even the daytime hero Signal with her vivacious personality outmatched only by her yellow suit. But the Robins remain something special to Gotham, a symbol that can be beaten and buried but never killed. Some say that second Robin rose again and even now stalked the streets of Gotham, searching for the justice she was denied. The birds will chitter together on patrol, a proud but exhausted father watching them. They were his joy and his light which he had graciously shared with the city he loved. And the city loved them in return.

Girl power meant something different to Gotham.

A girl is not just a pretty face or a coy smile. She is the shock of feet hitting the rough pavement before a jump. She is smiles and tingling laughter and playful dancing with Batman’s cape beneath the moonlight. She is the smell of leather and grease, blood and sweat with a hint of scented body lotion beneath it all. She is brightly colored lipsticks and color stained hair and ribbons to keep wayward strands at bay. She is justice and vengeance and mercy and hope and joy. She is a father’s love, his grief, his pride, his legacy. She is poison to the evils of the world and a bright light to those who need it.

What is a girl, a vigilante but a pile of beautiful, incongruous things? What is a Robin but a harbinger of good will wrapped in sharp wings and tearing talons?

[plasma-packin-mama]

HITTING THE TOWN ONCE AGAIN!!!!!

i drew delilah hanging out with @radioactive-scientist awesome courier oc Kurier!! i was inspired by this super cool drawing of kurier

the story i had in my head when i was drawing this is that since kurier is very into fashion, he might be the one who encourages delilah to wear a dress!! theyre nervous because they're not used to traditionally fem presentation but theyd eventually feel really confident with kurier supporting them (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[danny-chase]

Not to vent on main, but I really hate when older adults complain about young people not being able to self regulate and take initiative to do things without being asked... the whole thing about being young is that you don't have the lived experience that teaches you how to appropriately react in different situations. Yelling at someone for not displaying a certain behavior is just... so pointless to me. You have to spend the time and be dedicated and model the behavior you're trying to teach - if you want someone to be able to do something without asking, the first step is to ask them to do it

[jtbb]

transgender middle schoolers deserve the world forever and ever amen

[woozapooza]

I could be wrong here but I feel like in the context of this post it should be extremely clear that my tags are directed not at Jews or any other non-Christians, but rather at Christians who are in turn addressing other Christians. I'm not Christian, I don't see any need to get Jesus involved either, but I also understand that it's not reasonable to expect Christians to pretend that their religious beliefs have no bearing on their sense of right and wrong, especially when they are talking to other people who share those beliefs. Same goes for any religion.

[oediex]

"What if we call it Akina?"

My parents bought a robotic vacuum cleaner. They're getting on in age, so it's a good addition to the household. It and I met last week, so I asked what its name was. Turned out they'd just named it after our family name. Boring. "It needs a name," I said.

Today my dad says unprompted, "I think we need to give it a different name. Our last name is a bit stupid." My mum says it's fine, but I agree. I'm drawing a blank, though, until my dad suggests the perfect name.

"What if we call it Akina?"

I like to think he's been pondering on this for two weeks.

In the early 2000s, my parents bought a GPS system for the car. I dubbed her 'Akina'. She was named for an AI system in a space ship in the Yoko Tsuno comic album series that I'm still obsessed with twenty years later.

It stuck. When my parents were going anywhere new, we'd say, "Don't forget Akina." "Akina will guide you." "Where is Akina?" I was sad when new cars with built-in GPS systems replaced the old ones. I always kind of felt like she was my baby.

I've missed Akina. I'm glad she's back.

[goldiipond]

there are endless possibilities for ray interactions w other characters living in my mind at any given moment its crazy. like theres the obvious trio stuff like norman and ray have a friendly rivalry of sorts and fuck around w each other but still very obviously care abt each other. and emma and ray are just the besties ever full stop they are everything to me <3

but also. ray and don go from a tragically strained relationship to infodumping to each other about anything they can think of. don carries ray around sometimes and he does not object to this. ray goes on shopping trips with gilda and anna. gilda does his makeup sometimes. singing is something extremely personal to ray but if he ever got the confidence to share it w others i think him and nat would make kickass songs together n perform them to the rest of their family. rays relationship w thoma and lanni is so funny in canon but i think its underappreciated. jemima basically becomes ray's shadow after the escape they are the siblings ever <3 i think they'd do photography together too. i need ray to have a talk with phil abt the two years he stayed behind at gracefield good god.

ray and nigel are both supremely autistic and good w mechanical stuff if they started talking i dont think you’d get them to stop. ray and pepe are best cooking buddies. ray and violet are similar in pretty much every way they are best friends. ray and ayshe because that one offscene of them talking abt their respective parents makes me insane but also like. just look at them. 

anyway i think its very nice tht a character who spent the first 12 years of his life in crushing loneliness ends up with such a massive family that loves him so so much. endless friendship upon you for the rest of your life boy!!!

[shirogane-oushirou]

this shouldnt really be relevant to anyone following this blog up until now lmao, but that post i rb-ed on main made me remember that, now that i have a dedicated space for mature posts, this blog is no longer mdni. my main is still 18+ just because it's my catch-all blog for all types of posts, as is my art blog bc i'll occasionally post haha funnie adult humor + i want to retain the option to post some suggestive art if i ever feel like it, but at least here things can be more chill ✌🏻