#tw: body talk

[feral-ballad]

Safia Elhillo, from Girls That Never Die: Poems; “Orpheus”

[Text ID: “My body is something / I have worn / for other people.”]

[astaroth1357]

Belphie's got no titties and no ass. I know that we have official art to the contrary, but I refuse to believe this boy is shaped like anything but a bookmark (affectionate).

[animepopheart]

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[lady-morrigen]

i know it like… wasn’t the key takeaway from the movie or anything, but i am even more in love with Florence Pugh than i was before. if that was somehow even possible.

[wedarkacademia]

Sean Glatch, Recovery Politics

[Text ID: “I stopped apologizing for the bruise, lost / hold of the body.”]

[kryptonitejelly]

i have four pairs of jeans, of the same cut, from one brand - guess what? they are all the same label size but all fit different.

another friendly reminder that it isn’t you, it is the clothes.

tagging with a tw for safety.

[pinkandblueblurbs]

there are so many little “side effects” of being plus size that i get insecure about. like i always feel so insecure about not packing light when i see smaller people with just a backpack or whatever but my clothes just take up more room. 3 outfits and a pair of pjs may not even fit in a backpack, especially if its winter and im wearing layers or sweaters. so i need more than one bag just to bring my clothes and a few necessities

[guardian-angle22]

Please don't hate me, I know it may seems controversial, but I think I know the answer to why s1 TK seems to be more hot. Ronen was slimmer back then so his face was more defined, his facial features sharper-which is perceived as an attractive feature in men. Now he's a bit rounder, which makes him looks softer and cuter. Don't take this as body shaming, it's just an objective observation :)

[probably in reference to this post]

So I understand what you're trying to say here but... I also just don't agree with that being what I'm referring to when talking about S1 TK. I think that he has a different energy in that first season, especially pre-relationship with Carlos, that is a different kind of attractive.

Also, I want to clarify that I don't think he is "more hot" in season one. I'm clearly not speaking for everyone here, but whether or not he's slimmer or has sharper features personally is just not what I care about when it comes to attractiveness.

and despite the disclaimer you put about not trying to body shame... the assumption that him being "rounder" is what makes him softer and cuter vs him being "defined" making him hot... is just... not it... and implies things that I don't agree with.

Here, have a post of me talking all about how hot I find him throughout allll of the seasons with visual references.

[per-oceanum]

I. This one is less NSFW & more informational than anything else, really. Elio ( Crocodile ) has had top surgery; the scars are there, they aren’t really pretty, but they are present. Ivankov was the one who performed it rather than just using their Devil Fruit, because Crocodile wanted this to be permanent. No chance of it being taken away. That being said, Crocodile has also been on a form of Testosterone for… Just over two decades, now. Couple that with his size- he’s got a good few inches of bottom growth. Three, three point five inches. He opted not to have a phalloplasty due to not necessarily having much bottom dysphoria; it was mainly top dysphoria due to having been well endowed in his youth. His nipples are sensitive though.

II. Due to this, he uses the terms “dick” and “cunt” simultaneously for himself. Dick = bottom growth. Cunt should be self explanatory. His partner gets one warning. If you refer to it as anything other than that more than once, he can and will end things then and there and leave his partner high and dry and most likely, doing a walk of shame. The bottom growth- anything that one would call a phallus. 

III. Believe it or not, Croc’s a switch. It’s not a 50/50 split, though; sometimes, he really, really just wants to hear his partner crying and begging, breathless and dazed and still asking for more, beneath him. Other times… Well, good luck making cry or beg, but he will certainly be vocal. It simply depends on his mood. He’s got no issue with insertion. Just mind the language used, that’s all.  

IV. Oral is perfectly alright. Giving or receiving. He’s got a big mouth. Stuff it. And a very talented tongue-

V. Speaking of stuffing things, he’s got toys. Plenty of them. He’ll let his partner pick their poison if he’s topping. Strap game STRONG-

VI. Last one for the time being: yes, Croc is bisexual. Yes, anyone has a chance if they catch his attention strongly enough. 

[azurexsnake]

And if I body modded reader to have a detachable cock she can feel through, what then?

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from What Is This Thing Called Love: Poems; “Body and Soul”

[Text ID: “Sometimes the body / gets so quiet / it can hear the soul, / scratching like something trapped / inside the walls / and trying frantically / to get out.”]

[canichangemyblogname]

My mother used to fight me tooth-n-nail to wear "girl" clothes. She liked dressing my sister and I so we'd match. She finally gave up after my father yelled at her about her screaming at me and about me crying before every family event/holiday. (“Stop fucking screaming at her, [Karen]. Let her wear whatever. And you— stop fucking crying.”)

After that, it seemed like she lost a lot of the motivation to raise me to be like her. I liked soccer and fencing rather than gymnastics. I preferred swimming in board shorts and swim tops rather than the gingham print ruffle sleeve one-piece she bought my sister (she wanted us to match). I could finally wear jeans to our family reunions rather than something fancy with tights (never understood the fancy clothes as I was going to get muddy running about with all my cousins anyway). Hell, she even began to let me explore my terrible fashion sense.

That doesn't mean, however, there was no more conflict. There were still tense moments, like any time we had to shop for clothing, especially formalwear. I hated how dresses fit me, but couldn’t find the words to voice why. “No, mom, I don’t hate my body.” “No, I’m not insecure about my [insert body part].” “I dunno. It just doesn’t *feel* right, ma. It *feels* off.” “No. I don’t *feel* ugly! I look quite nice. I just don’t like the dress.”

When I went prom-dress shopping, for example, I disliked every dress I tried on, much to my mother’s frustration. Nothing seemed to fit "right," which confused my mother because the dresses- technically- fit me. She couldn’t figure it out and kept asking me the same questions I’d heard a million times before while shopping with her. But, at some point, I finally told her that I felt like, and felt like I looked like, a "man in a dress." Her response was, "No, you don’t, honey. You look beautiful." And, duh??? I knew that. That's not what I said. I didn't say, "I feel ugly." I said that I felt like, and felt like I looked like, a man (in a dress).

It went right over her head and mine. It continued to go over our heads even when I told her later that same day that whenever I put on a dress, it “felt like” drag, but without the performance art.

[404-writing-error]

On Love

Every time I hear the pitter-patter of my dog's nails on the hardwood floor

I can't help but smile when he rounds the corner of my bedroom door

Even though he's blind and confused on where he is more often than not

He finds his way to me

Finds his way to my room

Finds his way to my hand, until I smile again

Even though he barks so loud that sometimes I have to send him out of the room, I know he does it out of love

It's the only way he knows how to speak, so he barks

And barks

And barks

Until I put my hand down for him to press his face against

And we both find comfort in this exchange.

Most days, I wake up late in the afternoon

My body trying to catch up on all the years I missed out on sleep yet never quite reaching its goal

My bones pop and crunch like movie theater popcorn every time I turn to shut off the alarm, but they make sure it's off before anyone else sees it

My joints stretch themselves thin trying to hold this body together, and I can't help but love the way it continues to live despite everything that says it should not

Despite all the pain I have endured

Despite all the pain I will endure

My body stays sturdy

The body says it loves me and, against all odds, I believe it.

My brain and my heart are always fighting for dominance

My heart has a way of falling in love with the wrong people

My brain has a way of not falling in love at all, but luckily, my heart wins more often than not

Even if I repeat the past, it's better than not feeling any kind of love at all

Yes, I love my friends, maybe a little too much, but sometimes it feels numb to do so

Yes, I can fall in love with strangers on the sidewalk, but why try when I know it will fade to nothing?

I would rather be hurt by love than not to take the chance at all.

I don't know much about love, but I know for a fact that it is subtle

I know it crawls into the cracks between windows and their frames

Makes its home in the corner of a body that doesn't even know it's there

Works silently in the night to make sure its home is safe from intruders the same way it invites the intruders in

I've seen love break through concrete just to catch a glimpse of the sun again

Its persistence is what drives it to keep spinning broken webs.

It took me years to get this kind of love

To let my walls down and let ivy and moss grow over them instead of barbed wire

Sprayed paint over it just for a pop of color

Covering any imperfections and making them perfect again

That doesn’t mean the walls are gone, they’re still sturdy and protective

It just means they’re prettier, no longer sterile concrete and instead a beautiful view

Maybe that’s what it means to love; to take something overlooked and make it seen.

[burningchandelier]

Oh wow the fans are really on one today, huh?

I am a lifetime survivor of bullying, first and foremost based on my weight (because bullies are unoriginal and weight is the easiest target) and I'm here to tell you this:

Fuck the fuck off if you're in anybody's business about their body. Be it positive, negative, or anything in between. Nobody needs or wants your opinion. Go the fuck away. -signed, a fat fuck who fucks fatly

[imme-youareyou]

This time last year I was liking my body for the first time in 26 years. Not sure what the reason for that was but I decided that since I liked myself I needed to buy some dresses, tops, shorts and skirts because the clothes that I've always wore were basically only sport clothes (I exclusively worked in gyms and swimming pools until august '22 so that was acceptable) and I wanted to show myself some love.

This time this year I'm liking my body even less than I liked it before last year. Now I work in an office and the only acceptable clothes (because I can't show up in sports' clothes) are the ones I got last year but I literally can't even look at myself in the mirror some mornings. Plus, when I'm anxious I eat and my mum is not helping asking me why I keep eating, she asks if I want to get fat. I try to chew some gum because this way I can keep myself "entertained" instead of costantly eating but than I get an head ache if I chew for too long and that makes me even more grumpy and at the end of the day people around me ignore me even more than they usually do beacuse I'm more jumpy and nasty than my usual self and that validate my inability to look at myself in the mirror.

At this point it's not just a thing related to what I see in that f*cking mirror, it's the whole package that I can't deal to share my breath with.

[professionallush]

Just got a shitty cold outreach message on LinkedIn from a fitness person asking if I was ready to make a comeback.

Ma'am? I'm in the best shape of my life? And love myself more than ever? A comeback from what, exactly?