#my body doesn't like gaining weight

[dalroti]

My body will be like *takes 6 months to gain 1 kg* *loses it in 2 days*

[dimdiamond]

My attempt to draw my headcanons for their body types (and their thoughts on them lol)

In which they're flirting:

In which they ask the wrong question:

The writing under the cut

Haddock's thought for Tintin: Blistering Barnacles! Look at him! He's like a Greek god sculptured by Michelangelo! Hiding such a fit body under his buggy clothes... and his abs... and his freckles... HE HAS FRECKLES EVERYWHERE! GOD! ARCHIE! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! How do I dare standing next...

Tintin's thought for Haddock: Would.

Chang's thought for Chester: Good Heavens! All this muscle and fat and hair... and I lack all of them! I must look so ridiculous next to him... He is the epitome of handsomeness! Bet he doesn't even look at me as a man... more likely as a toothpick...

Chester's thought for Chang: *Error 403*

Chester: Hey! You lost weight! Good for you!

Haddock: Thanks! I'm glad all this running and chasing benefited me somewhere!

Chang: You have no hair!

Tintin: Shut up! You don't either!

Chang: At least mine is visible!

Tintin: You have no muscle!

Chang: I can still kick your bony ass!

Tintin: I don't get it! We're both red-haired! Why yours are visible?

Chester: Maybe because my red is darker and yours is more like strawberry blonde?

Tintin: What are you saying? Strawberries aren't blonde!

Chester: ...Have you ever been to a hairdresser...

Haddock: EAT SOMETHING! WHY ARE YOU STARVING YOURSELF?!

Chang's thought: I'M ALREADY EATING SO MUCH! SHUT UP! STOP ADDING SALT IN MY WOUND!

[skynapple]

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[simptasia]

in 2 months i've gone from my average being around 71 kilos (record 73) to my new record: 83 kilos. whoa

[pinkfey]

wip wednesday :D

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have a depressing oddly interpreted take on the taint affecting alistair and rowena 😘

The taint came for his hands first.

A side effect of days spent clutching a sword and shield no doubt. His veins went fast, running black and blue overnight. He didn't like looking at them, but Rowena traced them over every night. Hardened bones were next. Protruding metacarpals and thinned knuckles and a noticeable creak in the mornings. Then the pain began. The ache. Days where his joints stiffened to stone, where a grasp clenched too tight refused to come undone, where splaying fingers to their fullest extent proved too much.

Rowena often caught him staring at his hands in the corner of her eye. Busy hands, curious hands, hands made to fidget and gesture and move above all else, now immobile. His worry token went untouched for months, as did many of the things he loved to hold. Flowers in the garden. The mabari's paws. Rowena.

There was a time when Alistair couldn't keep his hands off of her. Affection of the physical kind was a bright and shiny concept and it took time for him to adjust. Rowena could touch him anywhere, after all. It came easy to her, the affection, the initiation. His cheek, his chin, his collarbone--anywhere would do. Eventually, he came to reciprocate. Tentatively at first, as if asking for permission, but confidence came with the security of her affection. Touch became a comfort. A hand around her waist, on her jaw, in her hair. Anywhere would do.

It couldn't have been more different now. He shied away when she reached for his arm to hold, twitched when she kissed his neck in the mornings. Evening baths became sparser until they no longer existed at all, and this Rowena could hardly bear--facing this truth that the old rituals had died, so she clung to the last of them.

No amount of massage relieved the pain, but Rowena would be damned if she didn't try. Nightly, he let her take his hands in her own.

It was a relief each time to see that despite the Taint, Alistair's hands were still his own, broad and square-fingered and devastatingly gentle. Calloused on the underside and scarred by his earliest days with a blade, too young and eager to know any better. And those nights by the firelight, nights where she took his palm in her hands and massaged the ache away, she could see that Alistair's hands were still freckled, just barely. The sun could still shine on him and leave honeyed kisses against his skin and this was one thing the taint could never take. No darkspawn could take the sun.

The night she realized this, she wept silently. She'd stopped him before he could speak, pressed his freckled hand to her cheek before he could pull away, and whispered, "Bathe with me."

Months later, the taint came for her.

For Rowena, it was her vision and it was swift. [reduntant fix this queen lol]

[yvesbuprofen]

actually falling in love with my belly I didn't like it because I was too skinny for too long and it felt uncomfortable to be sitting and feeling it there, idk how to explain it, but now I'm used to it, and it's kinda cute

[nexus-nebulae]

brrrrr (/pos)

[niallandtommo]

the day people stop talking about my body and my love life is the day i will finally know peace

[littlegildedswallow]

you losers will see a thin woman existing and rush to let her know how sick and disgusting and starved she looks. I'm becoming so disillusioned with the body positivity movement.

can't even talk about how nutrition and being careful about what you put in your body are important without some performative insecure idiot having a meltdown about diet culture.

everyone's willing to make video essays and write theses on counting calories being "inherently unhealthy", "almond moms" and people who very obviously have an unhealthy, deficient diet. these same people will then turn around and pretend that stuffing your face with empty calories with no nutritional value, greasy, fried shit and ungodly amounts of sugar five times a day everyday is "self care" and "knowing what's right for my body and giving it what it needs 🥺🥰💖".

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Coworker told me I'm "super feminine" and it's ruined my day. Like, sorry. I can't fit into men's pants. Can't hide my chest unless I bind, and I can't breathe when I do that because my lefthand ribcage is fucked up. My face looks almost exactly like my dad's, and everyone has always told me I read more as a dude than a chick, but it doesn't make up for the fact that I'm built like most women would kill to be built. And I don't even want it. Someone else take it. How do I donate tits and hips to the nearest trans woman? She'll get better use than I.

[starsonmarsy]

gaining weight because of doing better is a really taxing experience

[edgepunk]

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[caulo]

i didn't want to derail the subject in my tag essay on that post about diabetes, but that conversation didn't come up because i was commenting on my grandparents' eating habits. it came up because my grandmother was 'warning' me for the umpteenth time that my eating habits lately are 'fattening'.

[yeslordmyking]

Apparently my mom was right. I actually have in fact lost a significant amount of weight. My family all but screamed when I told them what the scale said

Which is so confusing because for the past two years all I've done is eat like a pig, and not move ever

I think last time I weighed myself I was 110-112 lbs, now I'm 97 lbs (but don't freak out I'm just naturally skinny. I haven't been this little since high school tho...)

[joanna-lannister]

that convo with the bus driver reminded me why i hate men and i'm afraid of them 😐

[schwazombie]

Projecting all of my fat guys are hot actually trait onto Law so he can be obsessed with Kidd's extra meat