#weighed myself

[stuckinapril]

don't stress about that opportunity that fell through or that friend you lost or that thing you really want to happen but isn't. as long as you keep your chin up and try try try again, better things will replace your losses. i'm looking at my life rn and actually marveling at how every single thing i stressed about, whether it be an opportunity or a person, got supplanted w another thing that is so much better. it really is true that loss makes space for better things. these days i don't get sad when something doesn't work out. i get excited that i'm now open to so many other possibilities out there, so long as i actively seek them. you never lack. you just transition.

[littlemut]

it’s cold & flu season y’all…..

[thehallstara]

anyways happy pride to all my high risk queers out there, to all my disabled queers for whom events aren't accessible to, to my immunocompromised folks who can't risk attending events where people aren't masked or taking covid precautions! happy pride to my fellow cripqueers that want to be out there fighting and celebrating with their friends and family and can't because it's not safe for them to do so– you're not alone and you deserve to celebrate too. we all do.

[chubbychiquita]

sometimes i forget how desensitized to obesity ive become looking at women who are 600lbs+, i feel like i've barely gotten started but then i remember im already carrying an extra 200lbs of blubber and can't even fit in a standard bathtub or airplane seat 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[thatmanchris]

Anyone want a taste after today’s workout?

[wellfedfemme]

couldn't even get my thighs all the way in frame 😭😭

teasing in my asks is v v welcome right now 💕

[ghouljams]

Ok so jealous König is my current obsession rn 😭 I’m so sorry for the bad english 😭😭 Bee and Cowboy!Konig going shopping for groceries and the cashier keeps flirting with her, which she doesn’t even realize and keeps talking thinking she’s just being polite

No need to apologize!!! I have a couple cowboy!König being feral asks that I'm going to work through, but this one was too good to pass up!

König can feel his teeth leaving indents in each other, his jaw clenched so tightly he thinks he might break it.

"That's funny I have a friend living in the city, maybe you know her," the cashier flirts, leaning against the register. Your groceries are already sitting bagged in your cart, this interaction should be over.

"Oh yeah because we all know each other in the city," you joke back, holding your card, waiting for the reader to pop up with your total. König knows full well that this little... boy is holding it hostage, dragging out the conversation past what's polite.

"Don't all the pretty girls have a group chat?" You laugh at his resulting smile. König's nails dig neat crescents into the palms of his balled fists.

"Stop," you bat away the compliment, "I don't think we could all fit in one chat."

He's not jealous. Not of some stupid barely twenty asshole. Not when you don't even know he's flirting. And yet...

And yet he's angry, upset, fuck. Jealous is not the right word. Possessive. That's a better fit for it. König stares down the cashier, glares under the shadow of his hat. His hand uncurling from its clenched fury to press against the small of your back, pull your attention back to your task.

You look up at him with big shining eyes, his perfect, pretty, treasure. All smiles because of a petty compliment from this nothing man. He eases up on his glare, smiling down at you with all the warmth you conjure in him.

"Is there a problem with your card Schatz?" He asks innocently. You drop your gaze to the card reader, tapping the screen with your finger.

"Did my card not go through?" You ask the cashier, König returns to his glowering as the stupid boy looks up at him. Apparently just noticing the giant shadowing you. He pales, straightening from where he'd leaned over the register, and quickly punches a few buttons to pull up your total on the machine.

"Uh, no," his voice cracks, he clears his throat, "No, I must've forgotten to finish the sale. You should be good now Mrs- uh-" he glances up at König again.

"No problem," You tap your card against the machine. Singular focus keeping you from questioning the end of the cashier's rush. At least he's smart enough to know who you belong to, not that it makes up for the way he spoke to you.

"Do you need any help to your-"

"She'll be fine," König cuts him off with a growl. The cashier nods quick enough to give himself whiplash.

"Of course Sir."

"All good to go!" You chirp, oblivious to the aggression pouring off of König. He fixes a smile for you when you turn back to him. "Ready?"

"Of course, hummelchen, lead the way." König nods, you grab the handle of your cart and push it towards the exit with a friendly wave at the cashier. He doesn't wave back.

When you get your groceries loaded in your car König stays hovering nearby, eyes fixed on the store. You frown and touch his arm to get his attention.

"You good?" You ask, his eyes snapping to you as soon as you speak.

"Of course," he reaches past you to close the trunk, "just thinking."

[somnolentdipso]

Coax the Masses

Go on and allow me to be the reason for what you do?

Let my voice guide you and whisk your mind away to fulfill my wishes.

Should we allow our desires to influence us and awaken the untapped potential of our subconscious?

How about satisfying your hunger with some delicious food? You could grab a bag of mouth-watering burgers and crispy fries from a fast-food joint, dig into the scrumptious leftovers from yesterday's grand feast, or indulge in that tub of creamy ice cream you've been saving for a rainy day. It's time to treat yourself to some lip-smacking goodness. Whatever you have is going down your throat while I tell you what a greedy calorie hog you are being. Are you ready to eat? Good, you haven’t been getting enough praise for all your work growing so huge. Don’t speak. Just keep your food hole filled while I talk. That gut has gotten more prominent again. It doesn’t matter what the scale says. With one look

at you, anyone could tell you are much bigger than you should be. All that late-night snacking has been catching up with you. Now you are a soft jiggle ball of fat. You won’t be for long, though. I want you to keep eating until you feel like you will pop. I am not here to help you eat a small snack; I am much too mean for that. I am here corrupt and tease you while you gorge on food. Don’t forget to keep stuffing yourself, by the way. It would help if you didn’t slow down anytime soon. If you aren’t anywhere close to being done with eating for me. Keep those fat saggy arms moving, fatass.

If you sweat, it better be from being too full to get up without being a huffing mess. Keep eating all those extra calories to keep those pounds on. I want to hear your labored breath as you lick your hands clean of sauce or crumbs. Every bit of food is going down. Don’t even try to stop yourself. It feels too good to be told to eat like an overgrown piggy. You can’t fight the pleasure, and you know I don’t care how full you get. I only care about seeing your desperate struggle to fit into your clothes at the end of this. I hope you have something stretchy since your belly won’t fit into any button-downs you may have on. If they still do, you better be ready to get more food. For now, those grunt, groan, oink if you want to. There is only me, and you are here.

Be the nasty fatty you want to be. Consume without a care in the world. Who cares how messy you get if your belly is round and tight? The faster you eat, the fatter you get. Be careful not to choke, though. Drink lots of water to get everything down, or drink lots of sugar. I want you to be scared by how much you are eating. I will ensure you get a bit more in, however much you usually eat. Don’t stop eating. You can rub your aching belly if you need to. Maybe even get some burps out, but you will keep eating. If you are out of food, get more. I don’t care if you have to make more, order extra, or start eating spoonfuls of butter; I want your belly to ache. You know you want it too.

When your belly hurts so good, you know you are getting fatter. You might even grow some stretch marks at this rate. Do you know how you can satisfy me? Finish whatever you are eating and take a nice long look at yourself. Look at how round you got for me. You are so fat, you know that, but you are a good piggy. You just kept gorging till I said so, didn’t you? It would help if you did this every day. Think about how sexy you would look with a belly too full to move. Think about being in a pile of thousands of calories, all meant to turn you into a whale. Keep eating till you think I am delighted. Here is a hint: I want you moaning uncontrollably. Keep being a fat fuck, you sexy glutton.

DMs open for thoughts n inspiration

[miss-ery-3]

i’ve been gone a long good while and need new blogs to follow since many of my old moots have been t-worded

sooo

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[19burstraat]

I don't really care for a 'soc 3' as a full novel (I consider the duology a very finished narrative, and I'm doubtful it'll ever happen anyway) but I would go fucking crazy for a short story collection, both pre-and-post canon. susanna clarke's the ladies of grace adieu which accompanies jonathan strange and mr norrell, and tamsyn muir's short stories for each of the locked tomb paperbacks are so great, and I'd kill for something like that for soc... I know this is a niche that fanfiction can and does fill, but there's so much stuff that's only alluded to in canon that could make a killer short story. tell me about kaz's heist on the diplomat's wife who loved emeralds. tell me about jesper's time on the novyi zem front with colm. tell me about imogen; what happened to her? what about the other barrel gangs? this could even be a chance for leigh to tell us what kaz's full name actually is lmao

[steelblue8]

Y'know sometimes I like. Forget. That technically I am a person of colour. Esp on the internet n stuff, bc I have like, 0 culture, so I see posts going like oh POC face x problem y problem and I go oh ouch that's not good, glad I'm not, and then I remember I am. But I guess I have been very lucky or very very oblivious, and am not really aware of any discrimination I have faced personally, so I kinda, well yes I'm not white but I can't actually weigh in on those conversations bc I'm just a basic bitch aussie

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse hairdresser misunderstood me and now I'm being plagued by the Thoughts™

*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/she) og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[chubbychiquita]

i wish i wouldn't have to keep justifying myself as a feedee bc i haven't made significant gains in the past few years 😥 it's not a huge deal bc obviously i know who i am and what i like but man i wish that doubling my size and staying 300+lbs through severe chronic digestive issues earned me a little more grace

[front-facing-pokemon]

[clowndensation]

there’s a question to be asked i think about to what extent “getting out” can be conflated with “being saved” in this show, and what freedom actually means to any of these characters.

like you can argue that shiv saved ken by voting against him on gojo, but what if your intent behind saving someone is to inflict a worse punishment than if you’d just left them trapped? can a child weaned on poison survive on milk, or are you just sentencing them to a death by inches, starved of the only thing they know? and if you save someone specifically because you know that being saved is the worst thing that can happen to them, is that kindness or cruelty? at what point does a good thing become a malicious act?

and you can say that roman is finally free, but what exactly is he free from? the company? his father? does unlocking a cage mean saving a dog, or are you allowing him out on the street knowing there’s a kill shelter nearby? if the driving anxiety behind roman is that he’s an idiot and a failure—that he’ll never amount to anything, and trying will only lead to pain—and he’s finally cut loose once all of those anxieties have crystallized into cold hard fact in his mind, what has he actually escaped from? if the cage is in your mind, is it even possible for somebody else to unlock it?

the fundamental truth of a tragedy is that even being saved can be a death sentence, if the characters are incapable of escaping the thing doing them the most harm (themselves and their childhoods)

[bpdohwhatajoy]

How the fuck do you not freak out when you’ve gained weight lol😍