#posting all those old bikini photos

[sweetbbarnes]

Perfect

Bucky Barnes x Chubby!Reader

Summary: You get insecure about your body. Bucky’s not having that.

Warnings: insecure!reader; body shame; reader is mean to herself (but it’s okay ‘cause our boy makes sure to let her know that her mean thoughts are just bullshit); a tiny bit of angst; Bucky’s just a sweetheart; slightly suggestive at the and (you have to squint though); nothing special just a whole lot of fluff; lmk if I forgot something.

MY BLOG IS +18. MINORS DNI.

WC: 2k

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A/N: this is my first request and I absolutely loved the idea! I hope you like it @chocolateeclairsmoralbackbone <3

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Everything started with a simple picture.

Your girlfriends wanted to know about the mysterious guy you’ve been dating for the past year and a half, and you also wanted to tell them, so you all met up for coffee. You didn’t mention the details about who he really is or his past, as he asked you not to, but you told them everything they wanted to know about the relationship – how’d you two met? Is he handsome? How did he ask you out? Are you guys serious? – and the conversation was great.

At some point, one of them suggested you take a picture, since the four of you almost never see each other. You weren’t feeling particularly pretty that day, but you also didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so you posed for the damn phone.

As you were about to hit the “send” button to show Bucky the picture – ‘cause you two shared photos of everything you did during the day – you hesitated. You couldn’t help but notice how all your other friends looked so much thinner next to you.

I’ll just send the picture later, you thought. Later turned into never.

When Bucky stopped by to pick you up, he instantly noticed your mood, but when he asked, you just shrugged it off.

You’ve never been the “skinny girl,” even when you first met Bucky. But since you started dating him, you did notice a few extra pounds on your body. It became evident as your favorite jeans started feeling snug and some of your old shirts went to the bottom of your wardrobe since they no longer hid the belly that was now more pronounced.

But that picture lingered in the back of your mind, gnawing at your self-esteem and fueling your insecurities. It became a constant reminder of the fact that Bucky, that walking Greek god of a man, could very easily find someone prettier than you.

Your doubts and insecurities grew more and more everyday, causing you to withdraw. You became distant, avoiding Bucky’s touch, covering your body with oversized clothes, never sending him pictures anymore, calling it a night before your kisses and caresses could escalate to a situation where you’d have to be completely exposed to him. None of this went unnoticed by the soldier, but everytime he asked you’d shrug it off as if he was overthinking things.

The breaking point arrived on a particular evening in Louisiana. Sam invited both of you to join his family for lunch, which eventually led to everyone deciding to go for a swim. As you went upstairs to change into your bikini, you found yourself standing in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection for God knows how long. Your eyes trailed up and down your body, those doubts coming to the surface every time you looked at how your thighs glued together, almost like if they were competing for space, or how your stomach was accentuated by the lack of more clothes, or how the fabric of the bikini was so stretched around your curves that it could easily rip. You didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face until Bucky opened the door, calling for you.

He had noticed something was off a long time ago, but today was even harder for him to let it go. He thought this trip would be good for you, you loved every time he brought you here, but when you barely touched your food and didn’t go play with Sam’s nephews like you always do, he started to worry even more. You, obviously, denied every time he asked if something was wrong. But when you took more than twenty minutes to change into your bikinis, he couldn't take it anymore. 

As soon as Bucky opens the door and sees you quickly cover yourself with the beach robe as tears streamed down your face, his heart breaks a little. Coming closer, he asks once again what’s wrong.

“Everything’s fine,” you evade the question one more time, and the way you hunch your shoulders, as if trying to make yourself smaller, makes his chest ache.

His thumbs graze above your cheeks, touching you softly to not startle you. He brushes your tears away, though your eyes remain glossy. Then his fingers trail down your arms until he’s squeezing your elbows, gently coaxing you to let go of the robe and reveal yourself. But you only clutch your fingers tightly to the fabric, denying his silent request.

“You won’t let me see you, doll?” He asks, his voice soft, though you can notice the hurt in his words. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” You reply instantly, biting your lower lip. 

He calls your name softly, but you don’t answer. You know you and Bucky promised to always tell each other things, but what if you tell him about your insecurities and he agrees with them? What if finally verbalizing your doubts about your body made him realize all of them are true and then he leaves you?

With a mix of uncertainty and concern, he continues. "Is it me? Am I the problem?"

"What?" Your head snaps towards him, surprise evident in your eyes. "No, you're not– what makes you think that?"

"You've been acting distant lately. You won't let me touch you, or see you. You're always sad," he explains, his words pouring out in a rush. "You've barely looked at me or touched your food today. I know you, I can see something's wrong, but every time I ask you don’t tell me anything." His voice quivers with a mix of frustration and hurt. "Do I not make you happy anymore? Do you want to break up with me? Please, tell me something."

His last words strike a chord within you, awakening a pang of guilt and realization. You’re not sure if it is the sadness in his beautiful blue eyes, the pain in his voice or the raw vulnerability he’s displaying, but something tugs at your heartstrings.

"Bucky, you're not the problem, okay?" you assure him, your voice laced with sincerity and frustration. "It's just... hard to explain."

"Then what is it?" he pleads, desperation seeping into his tone as his hold on your elbow becomes a little stronger, like he’s unconsciously clinging to you. "What's wrong, doll? You're my... you're my everything. Just tell me what's wrong so I can fix it."

“You can’t fix it,” you whisper.

"Try me," he replies without hesitation, you don’t know if it’s out of his natural stubbornness or just his current desperation to make you happy again. Maybe both.

You stop for a moment. How do you even begin?

"It's just... my thighs," you finally managed to utter. You huff, frustrated with your struggle to articulate your feelings.

"Your... thighs?" he repeated, confusion clouding his face for a moment. "Is there something wrong with them?"

"Yes, there is, Bucky! There's something wrong with all of me! I’m fat!" you exclaim, in a lack of words to describe your insecurities. You step away from him and squeeze your eyes shut, wishing you could disappear. "And my thighs are so gross, and my stomach, and... ugh!"

His brows furrow, a mix of concern and confusion etched on his face. Is he really hearing what he thinks he's hearing?

Each word escapes your lips with a tinge of sadness and defeat. "You're so handsome, and your body... I just don't understand why you're with me."

For a moment, Bucky stands there, processing your words. Then, without hesitation, he steps closer to you, his touch once again finding its way to your skin, trailing up and down your arms. "Look at me," he pleads gently, his tone laced with kindness. When you don’t comply, he insists, “baby doll, look at me.”

Reluctantly, you open your eyes, meeting his gaze.

His voice is filled with affection as he whispers, “I love you, all of you.”

A wave of memories floods your mind. You remember the countless times you whispered those exact same words to Bucky, showering him with reassurance when he was still self-conscious about his arm and scars and his past. You remember how you whispered sweet nothings into his ear, slowly crushing his insecurities until he began to believe you. And he remembers it all too, now’s his turn to remind you of his love. He places a tender kiss on your forehead, his lips trailing down to your temple and then your cheek, where he kisses the remaining tears away.

"You want to know why I'm with you?" he asks, a serious undertone in his voice, his eyes sparkling with genuine adoration. "Among other things, because you make me happy. Even when I thought there was no more happiness left for me in this world." Then, a playful smirk tugs at his lips. “And because you're hot."

"Don't lie–" you start to protest, but he interrupts you, pointing out the obvious.

"I'm not lying," his grip on your arms is firm but gentle as he forces them away from your body, allowing the beach robe to open slightly. You open your mouth to protest, but he’s quick to silence you. "Shh. Let me appreciate my girl," he scolds playfully, his eyes roaming all over your body with admiration. "So beautiful. So fucking sexy. Look at you."

A warm flush spreads across your cheeks as Bucky's words sink in.

“I mean, you seriously believe all those mean things you just said about yourself?” He sighs, shaking his head, and then surprises you by dropping to his knees before you.

Bucky Barnes, on his knees, for you.

His hands find their place on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. "You mean this belly right here and those thighs, they're the problem?" he teases, emphasizing his words by holding and squeezing the areas he mentioned. 

A mischievous smirk finds its way to his lips. Then, with a mixture of tenderness and playfulness, he starts placing kisses and little bites on your stomach and thighs, eliciting a weak giggle from you. The touch of his lips awakens a warmth within your chest, and for the first time in weeks you feel genuinely loved.

“I think I’ve been doing a poor job as your boyfriend if you think you are anything but the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He says between kisses. “But in case you haven’t noticed,” he squeezes your hips firmly, but not enough to hurt, “these thick thighs, your perfect belly? Those are the best fucking things about you, baby. You have no idea how much I love them,” he affirms, his voice laced with conviction.

You bite your lower lip, finding it hard to completely believe his words.

Getting back on his feet, he cups your face between his hands, demanding your attention, and asks seriously, "you hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you," you respond, your voice tinged with the tiniest bit of hope.

"You're perfect. My perfect, beautiful, sexy doll. Alright?" he asserts, his tone gentle yet firm.

You nod, the sadness and the doubts no longer clouding your eyes.

Without any warning, he smacks your ass, and you yelp, your widen eyes snapping at him just to see that mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to show you how sexy you are later. But right now we have a party to go back to, yeah?” He lifts one eyebrow.

You smile at the promise and nod again. Satisfied, Bucky steps behind you, removing your robe. When he’s done, he lightly taps your thigh three times, silently asking you to move. “C’mon, baby, they’re waiting for us.”

As you walk back to your friends, Bucky’s body glued to your back, those insecurities slowly fade away. Maybe you’re not the skinniest of girls, but you know now that the same way you love Bucky’s scars, he adores and cheriches every single curve of yours. And, honestly, that’s what matters to you.

[chonkandbean]

Chonk’s Bikini Experience. 

Since today marks the first day of fall, and the summer has now officially come to a close, I thought I would share a story about “My Summer Vacation” that I am sure all of you will appreciate. 

Every year my whole family gets together for a beach vacation. My sister and nieces make a 12 hour journey for this occasion, so they stay with my parents for a few weeks surrounding our week at the beach. In the week leading up to our trip to the beach, my mom noticed that my 11 year old niece was planning on wearing a very modest two piece bathing suit that she picked out herself and really liked wearing. Then later that evening I overheard my mom telling my sister that they needed to go and get my niece another bathing suit before going to the beach. 

So at that moment I spoke up and said “Why do you need to get her another bathing suit?” … 

There was a long pause and finally my mom said “Well you know, she’s a little too heavy to be wearing a two piece”. I think literal smoke started coming out of my ears. First of all, my niece is NOT FAT. She isn’t thin, but she is nowhere in the range of fat. She doesn’t have a belly or extra chub anywhere. Solid is how I would describe her. (Exactly how I was when I was her age)

Of course I gave my mom a piece of my mind. I told her that it was unfair for her to project her own insecurities onto my niece and that it was extremely damaging to a young girl's self esteem. 

But it didn’t make any difference because the next day they went and got my niece a more “modest” one piece bathing suit. My sister just went along with it all, agreeing with my mom. 

It was then that I realized what I needed to do. I was going to wear a bikini on our beach vacation! 

That night, Bean and I went to Target and I picked out the bikini you see me wearing in the photos attached to this post. 

Then the day came when we were all headed down to the beach. It was beautiful outside and the beach was very crowded. I started to get a bit nervous. I had never done anything like this before. I wasn’t even sure how I worked up the courage to do it in the first place, but I knew it had to be done. 

Then everyone started getting ready to go down to the water and that’s when it happened, I took off my coverup and exposed the gut in all its glory! 

Everyone noticed, yet no one said a word. I could tell it was making everyone uncomfortable,  everyone except one person, my 11 year old niece. She later pulled me aside and said to me privately “I really like your bathing suit! It is so cute and I like the colors!” 

Just writing this makes me want to cry because I knew in that moment that it was all worth it. 

It was a moment I will never forget, and I don’t think she will either. 

In conclusion, I just want to say thank you to all those who support what we do. It has given me so much confidence to be myself and I don’t know if I would have had the courage to do it without you. I also want to thank Bean for holding my hand proudly on the beach while I sported my teeny bikini. It made it a lot easier for me to go through with it, having you by my side. 

Hope you liked my story! 

Love, 

Chonk 

[numinousmysteries]

Dancing the Tandava (1/10)

Finally realized this isn't going to get any better the longer I sit on it. Not a WIP, I'll be posting a chapter per day.

AU Post-Existence

[on Ao3] @today-in-fic

CHAPTER 1

He’s calibrating a magnet on the external casing of the particle accelerator when his vision suddenly blurs and the curved walls of the tunnel start spinning. He folds over himself, nausea building in his stomach, and he squeezes his eyes shut to make the revolutions stop. The white hard hat on his head tumbles to the ground, hitting the concrete floor with a clink. It’s as if he’s gone from sober to blackout drunk in seconds but he hasn’t had a drop to drink.

As quickly as the vertigo came on, the nausea and dizziness disappear. He comes to on his hands and knees with his fingers tingling. Shaking off his wrists to restore circulation, he stands up straight and opens his eyes. The acid that had been bubbling up his throat seems to have settled although his skin is still vibrating from the burst of adrenaline. Once he’s found his footing he realizes he’s no longer in the large hadron collider tunnel.

The blue and silver body of the collider is gone and the well-lit concrete corridor has been replaced by a pitch-dark space that smells of mildew. He reaches around to get his bearings and his hands find hard, cold walls on either side of him. The space is narrow and he can reach the walls on either side with his arms extended. He steps forward and notices the ground below him is slanted. Assuming that he’s underground from the complete lack of light, he walks in the uphill direction until he hits a smooth, metal door. There’s no handle or knob but he can feel the seams where the door meets the walls on either side.

“Help!” He shouts as he pounds against the door. It’s a thick layer of metal, though, and he fears no one will hear him. Panic builds within him.

Soon, he hears twisting on the other side of the door. It opens with a hiss as the hermetic seal breaks. There’s a tall, thin man with a goatee and a lab coat staring at him.

“How the hell’d you get in here?” the man barks.

“I’m not sure,” he answers softly, sweeping his eyes around the room trying to pick up any clues as to where he is.

He’s in a lab. But it’s not any lab at CERN. Instead of cutting-edge technology, there’s bulky equipment that looks like it’s from the previous century, like in one of the old science fiction movies he used to watch with his dad. There are rows of workstations, bare-bones metal desks paired with tall stools upholstered in peeling faux leather. With the exception of the man staring at him accusingly, the lab is abandoned.

There’s a calendar hanging on the cinder block wall with a photo of a stunning blonde woman in a revealing red bikini reclining on the beach. Her swimsuit isn’t leaving much to the imagination, and he thinks to himself that it doesn’t really seem appropriate for a workplace. Then he sees the month the calendar is turned to: November 1993.

“Um, what year is it?” he asks.

The man squints at him. “You fucking with me, kid?”

“Is it 1993?”

“Was the last time I checked.”

“Oh shit.” His stomach drops.

The man laughs. “You’re telling me. Between the World Trade Center bombing and that nutjob in Waco, I think it’s fair to say we’re all ready for this year to be over.”

He’s too confused to speak and just stares straight at the man.

“You’re looking a little shell-shocked. You from the army department? I don’t know what kind of crap they’re doing over there but those guys are always walking around looking like they don’t know what day it is.”

The man’s words wash over him but he can’t make meaning out of them. This can’t be real. He pats his jeans pockets looking for his phone but it’s not there. Of course it isn’t, he thinks. He left it upstairs in a locker with his wallet. No phones are permitted in the collider tunnel because of the risk that electromagnetic signals could interfere with the sensors and detectors inside.

“Can I borrow your phone?” he asks.

“Be my guest,” the man says with a sweeping gesture inviting him to come to his workstation.

It’s an old landline phone with a coiled cord. He picks it up to dial but realizes he doesn’t have any numbers memorized.

“Listen,” he says, hanging up the phone. “This is going to sound a little crazy but I need you to get in touch with the FBI and contact Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.”

“Um, okay,” the man says with uncertainty. “You report to them?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “They’re my parents.”

[kimberly-stocks]

Hi!

I don't usually send asks but I wanted to thank you for the daily Milo posts. They are the highlight of my morning sometimes 😍 Thank you for your great service to my fangirl heart.

I also wanted to ask about what that Literati fic prompt anon wrote in their ask you posted yesterday. Am I dreaming or did they say there are steamy photos of Milo's honeymoon out there? Like did he snap and share some sexy pics? For real? That super extra private person shared some sexy snaps of his honeymmon? Are we in a parallel universe or something?

If that's true where are they? Do you know? They might need to be studied for science or something. Like living proof that pigs fly. Or you know kept in some kind of archives for all the fangirls 🥰

Anyway love you and your daily posts and thank you again for those.

Cheers!

Hey!

Oh god, I'm sobbing, thank you for your kind words about my blog! I'd never thought it could be someone's morning highlight 🥹 Kim S reporting for fangirl duty 😎👮

Haha, no, there were no sexy pics, so us fangirls need to chill for a sec 😅 As far as I know Jarah posted a few bikini pics from her vacation to some tropical island. So, no Milo, sadly 🤷🏻‍♀️

Only old pics for us, but I have plenty of those, so stay tuned 😉

[xhudgenssistersconfessions]

Vanessa said: can you all shut up?

Can be a tbt? yes, but we got this for now so we can put the theories aside for a while

Vanessa post LOOOOL i don't know if is old but her caption looks like recent soo 👀

vanessa pic looks recent because her nails are the same as yesterday

Girl had enough of those rumours with that insta post lmao

is this latest photo new or old? when I first saw it I noticed the nails and thought it was new but now I doubt it🫣

and it seems v change her cell phone? in her wedding she had that one black suitcase and 3 cameras now this one has two camera (unless is someone else phone)

There you have your answer. She’s not pregnant , she just posted a bikini pic

[outrunningthedark]

you talk about the trainer a lot and a pic being posted, do you have a link to the pic or who the trainer is? sorry i tried to look through your blog but can't figure out who it was that posted the recent pic

Sorry, this is the photo:

This is the caption: Power couple right here. @ chrysti_ane sent me this pic with her husband and great guy @ ryanaguzman the other night at the Flamin’ Hot film premiere. I’m coaching Chrysti for an upcoming #bikini competition (stay tuned!) and we all can see those shoulders and arms in full effect right here! Let’s go!

(The bikini comp is on July 4th. They had to get their shit together quick if the original plan was to look loved up in time for her shining moment...) Just me, but I don't think Ryan would have gone out for any old premiere. It's a film about a Mexican-American Frito-Lay employee. Hollywood's Latino (gn) community has shown up to support not only their fellow actors, but a hard-working member of the community who turned his life around.

[howiactuallyfelt]

I Watched Barbie, Felt Empowered...& Then The Afterparty Sucked

Well, I watched Barbie Wednesday night with my 2 girlfriends. M is delicate, petite, knows 4+ languages (including Mandarin Chinese which seems like the hardest one to master!). C is sassy, bold, athletic and vibrantly colorful with a mean punch (she boxes literally every single day!). They are both successful, living alone in a high cost of living city, with their own businesses or their own career that affords them real estate. We range in age from early thirties to early forties, but all look about the same age if you glance at us (they are beautiful!).

I provide that very important context to segue into the next part of this post which will be about the fact that we went to a Barbie themed nightclub after the fact and it visually and emotionally took away all the empowerment aspects of the movie that we had just felt. The girls were beautiful (STEREOTYPICAL BARBIE BEAUTIFUL, MIGHT I ADD). They were dressed in skimpy one piece thong bikinis with tights and push up bras, all a perfect teeny tiny body with boobs and big blonde wigs on. The men were dressed as Kens (shorts and a shirt). There were special coconut drinks set up on a table that upon approaching the table, we were quickly notified that the drinks were "for influencers only." WHAT! What. Whaaaat. What has this world come to. The DJs for the night were two itty bitty Asian twins called the Deux twins, wearing high cut bikinis (they were cute, obviously, but could we not just enjoy them for their music instead of sexualizing them too?). Women go-go dancers danced provocatively on the side walls wearing barely-there bathing suits. The men that worked there stood still, demanding respect and space, mean mugging the crowd, meanwhile they got to cover their bodies fully wearing suit and tie outfits in their role as security. In broad daylight I think many of the people we encountered would probably have feigned non judgmental natures, or a false saccharin kindness to hide their true thoughts. Drunk, in a nightclub, you become subjected to the truthful, dark, true opinions people harbor towards each other. Unprompted, a girl that could barely stand up as she passed by me, told me to delete a picture I took of my friend C because she said "Ewww, that photo is so ugly, don't even think about keeping that picture." Wait, aren't females supposed to be on the same team here? What's with the spontaneous woman on woman hate? Later that night, a guy who bought me drinks confessed to me "you have one of the top 5 best personalities I have met in this city, but it's a shame guys won't get to know that because of your bigger exterior. I would go for you, but if I'm being completely honest... I get any girl I set my sights on, and I am going to set my sights on a skinny, healthy, fertile 25 year old girl instead of you, that's just my type." Not sure why he was confused when I decided to leave his company immediately after that statement. "Wow, after I bought you those drinks too?" He muttered angrily as I walked away, completely missing the point of his idiocy.

needless to say I left that night just feeling appalled at the general state of humanity. I have thick skin, so I didn't cry myself to sleep but- it got me thinking...all of these internalize ideals that we outwardly reject in movies and say we don't believe in or judge others against--- are we just in denial? Do we ... or some of us...secretly still harbor these unrealistic westernized ideals for beauty standards as the bar we set other up against? Or do we consider the whole person and their lived experiences equally as much as their exterior like we so often claim to do??

[goldenfree323]

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Part One of Everything To Me

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. The first part of a new drama-heavy mini-series.

Notes: I originally posted this a few weeks ago but had a bad attack of depression and deleted it. I'm so sorry to anyone who had their bookmark disappear and, even though I'm still struggling at the moment, I will try my hardest to sit on my hands the next time the urge to delete takes me

Synopsis: An unexpected visit from Sebastian's father re-opens old wounds

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Robin, Demetrius, Maru, Sebastian's Father, Emily, Haley

Contents: Established Relationship (Married), Family Dynamics, Drama, Emotional Hurt

Warnings: Abandonment Issues

Sebastian let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. He had been working all morning and it was probably time to take a break. His eyes wandered lazily over the various items on his desk as he relaxed, finally settling on the picture of Lily he kept constantly at his side. He smiled as he gazed at it. His wife always teased him for liking this photo so much, saying with a little giggle that he only had it on his desk because he had a thing for her in a bikini. His smile grew wider. Well… that might be partly true, but the real reason he loved this photo was because of the beautiful smile she was wearing as she looked into the camera. The same smile he had fallen so instantly in love with.

He reached out and gently traced her features through the glass. He had longed all his life for someone he could truly be with. Someone who would take away his crushing loneliness and self-loathing, someone he could go to unafraid with open arms, one single person who would finally love him for who he was and who he in turn could completely devote himself to. He had found that with her and missed her with a deep, unending yearning whenever she was gone.

"Lily," he said softly, wondering how she was faring at the market. Haley and Emily had talked her into opening a little stall at the Grampleton Craft Fair this year and they had headed off at dawn, stowing endless boxes of Lily's pickles and preserves in Emily's clapped out old Beetle until there had barely been enough room left in the car for the three young women. He could still see Haley's disgruntled expression as she sat cramped on the back seat holding on to a teetering pile of boxes while the old Volkswagen jolted down the bumpy farm track into town.

He climbed out of his chair, debating the wisdom of pizza for lunch when the house phone started ringing. He stared at it in some confusion for a moment, hardly anyone rang their landline these days, then he realised it was probably his mom. She had a thing for using what she called 'good old-fashioned technology'.

He walked over to the phone and lifted the handset to his ear.

"Hey mom," he said lightly, "what's up?"

"How did you know it was me?" came the surprised response, then, before he had time to answer… "Oh, right, right, I'm the only one who ever rings you on this… I know… I know." Her voice sounded a little ragged, stressed even. He felt a frown begin to crease his brow. For some reason his heart began to beat faster.

What was this sudden sense of foreboding?

"Argh, that's not important right now… Sebby, can you get over here? It's your dad. He's here and he wants to see you!"

Sebastian didn't really know what he was doing as he parked his bike outside his mom's house. Ever since he'd heard those three words, "it's your dad…" his brain had turned to static.

His dad had been a cold, distant man who had walked out on them when he was only four years old and since that time he had barely been aware of his existence, although he had been painfully aware of the aching void that had been left in his life. Occasional cards and letters, strained visits on his milestone birthdays, for all intents and purposes he had no father and had been forced to come to terms with it. Demetrius had been a lacklustre replacement and Sebastian had turned inwards at a young age, seeking solace from books, computers and the quiet spaces of nature. It had always been this way and he expected nothing different. Just like when his mother, against his wishes, had invited his father to his and Lily's wedding and he had, of course, failed to attend. Sebastian had been neither surprised nor saddened.

At least he'd thought not.

He lifted his hand to knock on the door but before he could make contact it swung open and a worried looking Maru peered up at him. He stared at her wordlessly for a moment, unused to such an expression on his usually cheery half-sister's face.

"Sebby," she said softly. She hardly ever called him that. He felt a lump form in his throat. His already pounding heart beat even faster. What the hell was wrong with him? Ah Yoba, he wished Lily were with him right now.

"He's in the living room with mom and dad." She stepped back to let him in. "Are… are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay!" He knew he was speaking the words but they didn't really feel like they belonged to him. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Maru's head dropped meekly. He hadn't meant to snap. He felt instantly guilty but didn't know what to say to make things better.

"Sebastian?" His mother appeared at the doorway of the living room. Her face was pale, her features so sharply defined it almost seemed to Sebastian that they could cut reality itself. "Do you want to come in?"

They stared at each other for an endless moment, an entire history of unspoken trauma shifting silently between them.

"He's here?"

He didn't know why he was asking. Of course he was here. She'd already told him. It didn't make sense to ask.

Nothing made sense to him right now.

"Yes," her voice was a whisper. "Come through."

He followed her into the living room. Demetrius was sitting in an armchair making small talk with their visitor. He looked up when they came in.

"Ah, Sebastian. You're here." He frowned, twitched awkwardly in his seat then climbed to his feet. "I'll leave you three alone then."

He closed the door softly behind him but to Sebastian it seemed like the loudest noise in the world. A high pitched whine assaulted his ears as he stared at the back of his father's head, a head covered in hair as black as his own, a head that turned slowly to regard him with the same grey eyes he saw every day in the mirror. The static in his brain increased.

"Sebastian," his father nodded at him, seemed about to get up, then thought better of it.

"Dad." The word tasted like ash in his mouth.

"I see you're still riding that motorbike." His father gestured to the leather jacket and gloves he was wearing.

"Yeah, it's good for getting around on."

"I'm glad you like it."

His mother coughed nervously and Sebastian was aware of her moving behind him, pouring drinks, offering him one which he immediately declined with a shake of his head.

"Your father is moving away to another country," she said, putting her tray down on the coffee table and casting a hope-filled glance at her ex-husband. "He may not be coming back for a good while and…"

"It could be permanent," his father finished for her, taking a drink from the tray and finishing it in one gulp. "So I thought I should come and see you before I left."

"You're moving away for good?" Sebastian looked from his father to his mother and back again. "Why? I mean… when? Are you leaving right now?"

How was he supposed to react to this?

"My flight leaves in three hours. I have a taxi coming for me soon. It's a new job, the money was so good I just couldn't turn it down and I don't really have anything to keep me in this country anyway."

Sebastian's mouth fell open, he looked at his mother again who blanched and looked away.

Nothing to keep him here?

He had nothing to keep him here?

"I brought this for you." He picked up what looked like an old leather box from the table. Sebastian wondered how he hadn't noticed it until now. "It belonged to my father. He gave it to me and, well, I guess it's family tradition to pass it down and as I'm unlikely to have another son I thought you might as well have it, you being a photographer and all."

He thrust the box Sebastian's way, not bothering to stand.

"I… I'm a programmer, not a photographer."

"I knew it was something starting with P." His father shook the box at him. "I'm sure you can make some use out of it anyway. It's a bit old fashioned, a Hasselblad I think he called it. Still takes photos apparently."

"I'm… not a photographer." Sebastian repeated, took the box and stared at it. He could feel pressure building inside him, bubbling in his chest, tightening his throat. He looked up. His father was checking his watch. His mother was wringing her hands.

"I'm a programmer!" Sebastian blurted, his words higher and louder than he'd expected. "I've been coding since I was twelve. I've been freelancing for five years. I'm making my own game and…"

"My taxi should be here in the next five minutes."

"Five minutes? But… but, you only just got here… you haven't even met my wife. You have to meet Lily. You didn't come to the wedding but you have to at least meet her. She's the best thing that ever happened to me!"

His father looked up at him. "Did you bring her with you?"

"No, she's out today, I…"

A ringtone sounded and his father immediately clicked a button and placed his phone to his ear. "You're outside now? Right. I'm on my way."

"Wait!" Sebastian desperately juggled his own phone from his pocket. "I have a picture of her, you have to see it!" He seriously didn't recognise his own voice now. Wondered who that was who was pleading so pitifully.

His father climbed to his feet, laid a hand on his shoulder as he walked by. "Tell you what, why don't you use some of your photography skills and use that Hasselblad to take a photo of Tilly. You can send it to me in Paris. I've left my address with your mother."

He walked out of the room. Sebastian stared at the empty doorway.

Empty.

Just like last time.

Time ticked slowly by. Silence settled on him like snow. Chilling him to the bone. He shivered. Started shaking uncontrollably.

"Sebby…"

His mother was approaching him. He could see her face through an icy fog.

"I'm so sorry…" she lifted a hand.

"Don't!"

She jumped, pulled back as though burned. But he could feel no heat. Only the cold. So cold.

He turned and left the room.

Robin burst into tears as Demetrius and Maru entered in his wake and ran to her side.

"Robin! What the hell happened?" Demetrius asked, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Sebastian just pushed past us with a face like thunder!"

"Oh my poor boy!" Robin sobbed. "My poor boy! I thought this would be good for him, I thought Liam had changed, I thought he would finally…" her voice broke and she sank back into her chair. "I should have known better. Damn him! And damn me, I've just made everything worse!" She looked up at her husband and daughter, determination forcing its way through the pain. "Pass me the phone. I need to fix this!"

Maru handed her mother the phone and, wiping her tears away, Robin made her call.

"Emily, could you take over for me?" Lily asked, scrabbling in her pocket for her phone. "I have a call and I'd better answer it."

"Sure, hun," the blue-haired girl grinned and took her place behind the counter, tapping her sister on the shoulder to continue arranging their new stock. "Who would have thought we'd do this well? Even I'm surprised!"

"I know," Lily responded with a good natured but weary smile as she pressed her phone to her ear. Her wares had been selling like hotcakes all morning and she was both happy and exhausted in equal measures. She had neither Emily's enthusiasm nor capacity for coping with crowds at this level and was already thinking fondly of her quiet home and her sweet husband.

"Robin? What's wrong? You sound so upset…"

Lily's face turned white as she listened to her mother-in-law's frantic words.

"Seb…" she clicked the button to hang up and let her hand fall limply to her side. She felt sick inside. Her chest ached. "Oh… Sebby."

Why hadn't she been with him?

Emily looked over at her, immediately aware something was wrong.

"Lily…?"

Lily's gaze snapped into focus. She turned and picked up one of the boxes they'd unpacked that morning. "I need to get home. Sebby needs me. Please…" she looked around imploringly. "Help me."

Emily quickly started to gather jars from their stall, nodding at her sister to do the same thing. "But we still have all afternoon…" Haley started to complain then took one look at Lily's face, sighed and went to fetch more boxes.

"It won't take long to get what's left sorted away," Emily said resolutely, packing with a mission. "And my little Herbie will get us home in no time."

Lily gazed at her two friends in gratitude. She hated to put them out like this, but there was no way she could stay here any longer, not after what Robin had just told her.

Just under an hour later they were back in the valley and quickly unloading what was left of Lily's produce outside the farmhouse. Lily was trembling with frustration, desperate to get to Seb, wishing she could just leave everything in the car and rush off to find him. He hadn't answered any of the calls she had made on the way home and she was frantic with worry for him.

"I think that's all of it," Emily called, peering into the back seat as her sister placed the last box on the pile. "Are you sure you don't want us to help you put it all away?

"No, no, it's okay, I'll see to it later!"

"All right, hun," Emily laid a hand on Lily's shoulder and she jumped, so wound up now that even her friend's touch was too much for her to bear. Emily smiled gently. "Go find your Sebby… and know that I'm sending both of you healing thoughts, okay?"

"I will," Lily said, feeling bad for her nervousness. "And thanks for getting me home so quickly."

"Think nothing of it," Emily said and climbed back into her car. "Now hurry up and go to your hubby!"

Lily forced out a laugh, waved at the departing car, then, the moment it was out of sight, turned and dashed into the house.

"Sebby!" she called his name as she flung open the door.

There was no response.

Her gaze fell on the kitchen table.

A pile of smashed metal lay scattered across it. A heavy hammer lay in the debris' midst. She could see dints left in the wood from the force that had been used to destroy the now unrecognisable item.

"Oh Seb!"

The door banged shut behind her as she ran back outside, fear clutching at her heart.

She had to find him. Had to make everything right again. Before anything terrible happened.

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Me Talking to the World

I think I’d be better as a best friend than a girlfriend, sometimes 😬

Like, if you want a girl who’s so glamorous, steps out in 5-inch stilettos, polished long nails and a face that’s really dolled up and effortlessly beautiful, wearing gorgeous hair and a dress that’s so elegeant - nah, that’s NOT me, hehe (although I appreciate women who are glamorous and take really good care of themselves).

I try to look decent… and my reason for exercising is really just to get the blood circulation going. My sense of adventure is in having deep conversation across the landscape of your mind.

Talk to me, debate with me, have coffee or a mojito with me, have a smoke with me, go on a road trip with me, have a food adventure with me, watch an outdoor concert with me, watch a live band with me, watch a movie with me, watch the stars with me, look for Venus or Saturn with me, maybe even sing with me. I’m a creature of comfort so none of those 10,000 steps a day activities with me.

I’m the girl in the dress in summer while the rest are in bikinis. I’m the girl driving a 20-yr old manual transmission car blasting indie songs. I’m the girl re-watching Sopranos and watching the non-popular but Oscar-worthy movies they won’t show on your local cinema. I’m the girl lining up in a museum to view art and history, and takes a thousand photos where only 1% gets posted on her Instagram account. I’m the girl who appreciates reels, Tiktok videos and Youtube shorts but will never make one. I’m the girl who tales candid photos of people she likes because it tells a story more than a posed one. I’m the girl who takes the back roads.

I try not to be a hypocrite. I hate crowds (except for concerts because we’re all united in appreciating the music), and get worn down by loud noise. I need time alone to recover but if I like the company, I can spend an entire evening out.

I can be sweet and appreciate sweetness in return. I appreciate intimacy but the moment I feel that you’re acting out your porn fantasies with me, I’m gonna buzz out. It makes it feel so arranged and unorganic. Ewww. What I find sexy is seeing someone passionate about their goals and aspirations - even if it means you’re busy half or even most of the time.

Unexpected and natural are what makes something memorable for me. Relaxed and comfortable? Ahhh, I’m in. And if there’s a lot of fun and funny conversations, I’ll never leave, hehe.

So, I’ll say hey… I’ll keep it casual. Because that’s the best version of me. The one that doesn’t overthink. Anything outside this sphere, and I become either detached or too bothered - the latter is what I hate the most.

I’m a girl who just wants to be happy with people who want me to be happy with them 😊

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This piece is written for me to go back to whenever I feel like I’m not myself anymore.

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Preface: I am going to list a bunch of things that make me swipe left. This is just me. And probably others, but I only represent myself here and am not speaking ill of the people who do the following things -- I am merely saying these things do not appeal to me. Maybe you sympathise, maybe you see your own interests and presentation, either way I'm just sharing a piece of my mind. Okay?

I'm not fond of those who do not write in complete sentences. This definitely includes the use of the "100%" emoji in the place of detailing what things you actually seek in a mate.

"Queen looking for my King". Wrong demographic.

If you have more photos of your kids or pets than of yourself, or the main portrait image that comes up is not of yourself, or there are no pictures of yourself in the first place, please reconsider. And this is not just from a safety standpoint (regarding the kids or putting your face out there), this is because the date is with YOU.

And on a personal note, I can't tell you the number of very nice people I've rejected because I have no desire to have kids under 18 in the mix. I know, life happens and this is how it is, I'm not belitting anyone for reproducting, I'm saying I pass on mommies.

While I respect that parents of youth have to make their kids their first priority, as it should be, you shouldn't have to reaffirm that fact with "my kids are my heart" because it implies you lack the space in your heart or time in your life to pursue the thing you're on a dating site to find. And studies show that point is true: you don't.

Blur filters. Just fucking stop. People still duckface, too. Plus: you know how women say they don't want to see pictures of guys posing shirtless in their bathroom mirrors? I don't want every single picture you post to have you either sticking out your tongue or flipping the bird. It's neither funny nor charming.

I totally get it that women have a rough time on dating sites and feel the need to express they're not here for FWB, threesomes, guys who want a piece on the side, and one-nighters. I don't hold being clear against anyone. But the raised annoyance level some people express, like that's the entire profile in being angry at previous results or pre-emptively heading those results off, sounds just as bad as if you were venting about the person who broke your heart and put you back into the dating pool.

If you speak of your religion in your profile, bless you and thank you for the warning since I don't feel that way. You know what you seek. I know what I don't seek and can't provide.

Even people who are as adorable as a mud fence need love, yes, but do people really come at you wanting a piece of ass? Tangental to that: If your profile says you're not out for sex, but every photo of you is in a bikini or a view-down of your cleavage... hmmm.

If you look 60 at 40, you've taken a wrong turn somewhere. I know Time treats us all differently but some folks look like they've been chainsmoking since they were 12 and spent more at the tattoo parlor than their gross yearly income. And on that note:

If you are trying to look like a 17 year old punker or sound like a hood rat when you're over 40, you've taken a wrong turn somewhere. You do you, boo, but I cannot possibly take you seriously if you're still rebelling against... what you have become as an adult.

If you feel the need to insult people because of their politics or any other personal thing, you're doing it wrong. At least let someone have a first date before they find out you're an idiot. Okay, on second thought, you're doing everyone a favor being clear about your prejudices, but there's a right way to express where you stand and there's a wrong way.

I am not criticizing anyone who is honest about "420" or their occasional or heavy tobacco smoking, but thanks for letting we who do not want that in our lives know that it's in yours. I can't tell you the number of really nice people I've rejected for that reason alone.

And finally... Fill out that profile. Make the effort to get results.

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This #DisabilityPrideMonth I have been talking about a few things that are sometimes over looked when thinking about how environments impact people with disabilities and there is one last thing I want to address on this final weekend of the month: Photos.

When I was a child and lived in a hospital for months at a time over years getting operations, having my legs torn open and reset again and again, there was something else traumatic happening to me. The doctors, to monitor the progress of all the children at the hospital, would make us undress, down to only our underwear bottoms, and take photographs of us.

When people ask me now, as a 45 year old woman, why I will post a photograph of myself in a bikini I think of those moments. When I take and post those photos, I feel like I am taking back my autonomy. I am choosing to celebrate my body, not be critical of it. To take pride in all the work I have done and things I have overcome to get my body to the place it is right now. It has not been easy, it was not even necessary for my body to be experimental, but it happened and here I am, trying to make the best of it.

Girls with disabilities are seven times more likely to be in abusive situations and much of this comes from our bodies and selves being devalued in so many ways by so many people. We need to do a better job of making sure all people with disabilities know how beautiful our bodies are and that these bodies are ours. We get to say what happens to us, we were created this way, and we have a purpose just as we are.

This photograph:

Gerd Ludwig’s iconic photograph of eight children in Moscow missing their forearms due to a birth defect caused by industrial pollution.

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