#Idk sometimes it rubs me the wrong way seeing skinny people making jokes

[hometownrockstar]

This is directed at skinny people, fat people u can do whatever you want its chill. Ok so i have discussed this before but there's a popular phenomenon where thin people on here and twitter and whatnot want to show how they are progressive by talking about how they find fat people hot, either through popular text posts or in fandom where they talk abt a character as being hot SPECIFICALLY in relation to their size. And my issue is not with seeing fat people as attractive FOR their fat traits, its just the prevalence of it from skinny people usually sounds very performative and almost chaser-y with how it is almost solely focused on sexual desirability of fat people.

So in my opinion, i dont think skinny people should stop talking about finding fat bodies attractive altogether, but rather show their love and support for fat people and characters in other means as well. Portray a fat character as admirable, charming, pretty/attractive (without solely sexual attraction), or just plain normal, all the kinds of things you portray skinny characters as being.

[bonky-n-steeb]

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𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

Oh, lawd! i have to post everything again! Send me all your energy. If you wanna be tagged, just inform me!

Also, I’ll be changing the story by a little, (or by a lot, idk) from my previous version.

You were feeling like John Travolta from the music video of Stayin’ Alive. Vibing to your own rhythm, living your own freedom. Attending college miles away from your hometown, you were the captain of your ship. Though you loved your parents more than anything, you were glad for the freedom granted upon you.

Your Freshmen year had just begun and you had already made a few friends. But what you didn’t want to accept just yet was your crush on one of them, Bucky. With his steely blue eyes and boyish charm, even a goddess might fall for him, and you were just a mortal. You were simply happy with being friends as you believed he would never like you and well, a little crush never hurt nobody.  

Completing your shift in a local bookstore, just outside the campus, you were walking back, lost in your own thoughts. What caught your attention was a group of howling high schoolers; from the look of it, they were barely a year to two younger than you. A group of tall and popular kids were bullying a skinny, helpless dude; ufff the usual cliché you thought to yourself. What you failed to notice though was his bleeding nose.  

You were a kind soul, always helping others, but you were no fool. All alone in an unknown town, you weren't going to confront the burly teens who were twice your own size. After giggling and cracking some stupid jokes on the poor dude trying to impress a girl, they left him and that’s when you noticed all the blood. You quickly crossed the road and walked towards him. He seemed smaller than he was as he was crouching down and trying to rub all the blood.

“Hey! Pinch your nose, don’t disturb it by rubbing.” you said while bending down. “Uhh, okay... thanks!” he looked at you with big doe eyes and you were utterly mesmerized by the blue oceans he had for his eyes. “Do you.. Do you need something else kid? Where do you live?” you asked giving him a candy and your water bottle. “I’m no kid!” he exclaimed and you flinched.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You are helping me and here I am shouting at you.” You could clearly see remorse in his eyes and you wondered why would someone hurt him? “yeah, yeah.. It's Okay... now have this candy, the sugar will help you feel better.” you said with a soft smile. “thank you so much... and by the way I live two streets across. I mean I can go by myself, I'm a grown-up.. But...” he trailed off and you helped him get up.

“I’m Steve” he tried his best to smile and you followed by sharing your own name. And with that his chatter train began, he explained that he was just trying to help another girl getting bullied, when the bullies decided to change their target and chase Steve instead.

“you should wear your own mask first and then help others wear theirs.” you quipped and instantly bit your tongue. “Hmm, what?” he asked genuinely curious. “what I meant is that you did what is correct and very brave, but sometimes you gotta think for yourself too. But these are just my thoughts.” you shrugged. “I’ll remember that.” he said with a genuine expression. And after a million thank yous he finally went in his house. By the size of his house, he seemed rich and you wondered maybe this wasn't that cliché.  

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The next day, you were walking back the same road, when you thought of Steve. He really was a kind and sweet person. This world needed more of people like him. And just then you saw him smiling brightly and waving at you, his nose bandaged. He had a huge box in his hand.

“Heyyyyy! Thank you for helping me yesterday. So I just... kinda got this as a ... a token of appreciation. I considered you might like donuts, so I got you this.” He said rubbing his nape. His cheeks had become so red he looked like a ripe tomato. “well, if you haven’t already given me diabetes by saying so many thank yous, after eating sooo many donuts I’ll surely get it.” At that you both chuckled and the atmosphere became lighter. As you picked a donut, he looked at you with such admiration you thought you would melt then and there.

Suddenly with a stern expression you asked “what if it’s drugged?” His eyes widened and he stuttered, “I... I would never do that ...” he looked down and you thought he might cry. “hey waittt.. don’t get so sad.. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I was just joking. I have this really bad habit of saying things when I shouldn’t. God I just ruined everything.” You just made a mental note not to joke around him, he seemed to be quite emotional. Though it was going to be difficult to tame your tongue. “don’t be. I just take things too literally.... anyway let’s have some donuts what say?” He said with such shine in his eyes you wondered whether he was sad just a moment before.

You both walked up to your university campus, munching on donuts. You both shared things about yourselves. You told him how you were passionate in becoming a doctor. He on the other hand talked about his struggles in studying. “will you help me? You are so smart and bright, will you help me study if I have a doubt or something?” he asked giving his big doe eyes.

You weren’t going to agree at first, you had just met him a day ago. But after looking in those calm blue pools of his eyes you agreed. Seeing the joy on his face, you wondered whether he just won an Oscar.

What you didn’t know was that Steve had already fallen in love with you, yes love, he was convinced that you were the one for him, his one true love. Not a moment had he been able to think of anything but you since he had met you. You were everything he needed and wanted and much more. He was simply desperate to spend more time with you.

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It had been around six months since you met Steve. Over the time you two had turned out to be best friends. While Steve had fallen even more in love with you, you had fallen hopelessly in love with bucky. While you always told bucky about Steve and vice versa, you never confessed to Steve about your love for Bucky, thus furthermore increasing his hopes. You desperately wished to make Steve and Bucky meet. They were two important people in your life and you more than anything wished that they got together well.  

Today was the day when you decided to arrange a small meet and greet at the park where you and Steve met every day. You and Bucky walked together towards the tree where you usually sat with Steve waiting there for you. You knew both would like each other, but somewhere deep within your gut you were getting a not-so good feeling about this.  

Steve’s eyes lit up seeing you but as they turned to Bucky, it felt as if all the energy had been sucked out of him. You didn’t like that one bit. “Bucky!?” Steve exclaimed in half disappointment and half fear. “You both... you both know each other?” you ask bewildered. You tried chuckling to lighten the mood but by the looks of it they were sworn enemies, but you prayed that you were wrong. “yeah, we know each other a little too well... Uh... We were good friends once.” Steve quietly admitted.

All this time Bucky had his jaw clenched, dragging in a deep breath he began. “I knew it! I knew it would be you, you little fucker! You want to have everything don’t you? Goddammit! I had this feeling it was you but I thought it was too much of a coincidence, but no. fate had to be so cruel.” you were shocked to see Bucky's sudden outburst. You wondered what conspired between the two, as either hadn’t ever mentioned the other.  

You were snapped out of your thoughts with Bucky calling your name. “let’s go. I don’t want to see him even for a minute more and neither do you.” Bucky started pulling your hand but you stopped him “Bucky no. I guess you have some misunderstanding; Steve is a good person. And you don’t get to tell me who to talk to and who to not.”

Suddenly Bucky turned back to Steve, anger written all over his face. “You didn’t tell her, huh, did you? Don’t worry I'll tell her. Steve is the son of Joseph Rogers and he is the freaking Don Corleone of this area. Do you know how my father died? Steve’s father had him killed just because unknowingly he provided shelter to his father’s fugitive. Steve just pretends to be a caring, emotional person but he is a snake behind that mask, so is everyone in his family.” towards the end Bucky was in tears and you were in utter shock. Now that you tried to remember, Steve never really did tell you much about his family. And the fact that Steve wasn’t denying any single allegation made you want to puke your guts out.

“You have taken too much from me. But not this. Not her. Not the woman I love more than anything.” Bucky said it out loud in the heat of the moment. You were too dumbstruck to even blink. Did Bucky just confess that he loved you?  

Bucky turned to you and held your arm with such softness you wondered if he was just now screaming his lungs out at Steve. “I know I can't tell you who to be with, and I promise I never will in the future, but trust me you want to be caught up with him or his family. And still, if you choose him, well then, I can’t be with you.”

You knew you had to make a choice then and there, there was no going back, and you chose Bucky.

[yikesharringrove]

so i have a weird fem!harringrove hc that i wanted to share, so Stevie is very insecure, she feels like she’s too thin, too tall, just over all not femmine enough to fit into what people consider beautiful, and no one ever tells her that she is beautiful sure she gets nice and sweet and cute and all the other shit you tell to a girl that you like but wouldn’t date, and that plus the fact that she’s been cheated on in past relationships really just makes her feel unlovable...(pt.1)

pt.2)... and then Billie (idk what people call fem!billy and steve sorry!) rolls into town and sees stevie and her heart just melts, this girl is just her type, so she tries to flirt with her, which turns out awful because stevie just assumes she’s getting made fun of and maybe one time Billie tries to compliment stevie on something she doesn’t like about herself and stevie doesn’t get that it’s a compliment and she just looses it...            

pt.3)... Stevie starts absolutely going off on billie, saying shit like “I get that i’m not pretty  ok?! you don’t have to fucking rub it in!” and just breaking down in front of billie, eventually she realizes that she’s not even upset with billie she’s just upset, and she’s just taking it out on billie because she made fun of her but she can’t stop. Billie however makes her stop, probably kisses her like the smooth bitch she is and says something like “who said i was joking princess?”                                                                                        

This is !!!!!!!!

Basically, I imagine fem!Billy (I think most people do Billie, that's the way I’ve seen it) as MUSCULAR as FUCK like women of WWE like Rhea Ripley             m u s c u l a r. So Stevie ( i’ve sometimes seen Steph? Stevie’s fine) who already doesn’t really like her body, sees this GORGEOUS new girl, who comes rolling in with a Kardashian ass and the thighs to match, and she’s like :/ But Billie is like WHO is this beautiful dainty ballerina bitch that looks like a motherfuckin’ PORCELAIN DOLL I think imma write a drabble bc this is some galaxy brain shit. Stevie loves traditional feminity, looking small and pretty and dainty, so that’s what we’re riding with, folks.

Stevie was always slender.

She was long legs, slim hips, no tits kinda slender. People said she had the body of a young boy. Her arms were thin, with tiny bird wrists. She was tall, nearly six-foot (well, 5′10″, but when you’re a girl, you may as well be a giant). Her shoulders were broader than most girls’, she looked like a fucking dude in halter tops.

Nancy was 5′4″, perfectly average height for a young woman. Stevie would probably kill to be that little, that petite. Nancy was beautiful. Her square jaw made her face more artful, Stevie’s made her look more masculine. She didn’t like wearing her hair up, for fear of showing it off.

She always wore a full face of makeup, her mass amounts of hair always styled and perfect, reminding everyone that she is a girl.

When Billie came roaring into town in that big blue muscle car, Stevie just about lost her MIND.

This girl was absolutely beautiful, thick curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and an attitude that could kill a grown man. Stevie was mostly obsessed with her body.

Billie was strong, muscular, but Stevie couldn’t help comparing herself to this perfect specimen. Billie had hips, she had tits and a nice ass. She had a soft face, with full pink lips and thick eyelashes. Despite the fact that she was shredded and could probably bench more than half the basketball team, she was feminine. She was soft and pretty. Everything Stevie had always wanted to be.

The first time Billie swaggered up to Stevie, looking up at her from their 4 inch difference, and crooned aren’t you a pretty little thing Stevie thought she was being made fun off. She didn’t feel pretty, and she certainly wasn’t little. Stevie rolled her eyes and walked away.

When Carol told Billie the embarrassing story of Stevie stuffing her bra in the ninth grade, only for the tissues to fall out of her shirt at school, Billie looked at her and purred don’t know why you’d want to change a detail of that ballerina body and Stevie thought she was being made fun of again and quietly kept eating her sandwich.

When Billie walked in on Stevie in the bathroom at prom, tears dripping down her face, adjusting her dress this way and that and asked what’s wrong, pretty girl Stevie lost it.

“Why do you keep doing that? What the fuck have I ever done to you?” She howled.

“I don’t understa-”

“No. I know that I’m not, not pretty or even hot, like you are, I mean fuck somehow you’re both? But I know that I’m skinny and tall and awkward and whatever. I’ve been cheated on enough times to know I’m not sexy or anything, but you don’t have to come in here teasing me all the time about it I’m done.”

“I didn’t-you’re very-what?” Billie was floored. She had no idea what the fuck was happening. tears kept dripping down Stevie’s chin.

“You know what? Tonight, I actually felt kind of pretty. I like this dress, but then I caught Andrew Rivers, my fucking date making out with Rachel Cox, and he told me that I was sweet and all, but that I looked like a fucking dude in a dress and I just want to go home and not deal with you.” She turned and tried to stomp out of the bathroom, but Billie took her wrist.

“You’re beautiful. I think you may be the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I know you think you’re boyish or whatever, but you’re so delicate, you’re like a fucking doll you look like art to me.” She took a step closer, crowding Stevie against the sink. “And I’m not joking, or teasing or anything.”

She swept in and kissed Stevie like she had never been kissed before. They ended up returning to the dance, and Billie may or may not have planted her knee straight into Andrew Rivers’s dick.

And Stevie felt beautiful. Tall, and slender, and boyish, and feminine, and beautiful.