In four days, this picture will have been posted ten years ago. This was me as a 15 year old in high school. I had starved and abused my body to make it thinner. I hated myself. The only value I felt was my proximity to thinness. I was severely depressed and suicidal. I had endured abuse and trauma as a child, and that left me vulnerable to being taken advantage of by my "friend" on the right who abused and traumatized me further before throwing me away as soon as I told her "No."
I look even thinner in this picture, yet my face was still and always will be fat. My face was one of the biggest signs that my body I starved was meant to be fat from the beginning. The "friend" I mentioned in the other photo is cosplaying Nemo here. The 22 year old woman cosplaying Gill in this photo had an intimate relationship with me at this time when I was 15 years old. I was extremely vulnerable and grieving unbearable loss, and she used that to groom me. I look at these pictures and see a 15 year old girl who was suffering and only had her proximity to thinness to feel pride in. There was no happiness. So many points in my life I was close to developing a full on eating disorder because I had been told for two decades that my body was ugly, disgusting, and the physical equivalent of sin.
This is me ten years later at my brother's wedding. I gained back all of the weight I lost back then and am heavier than any past moment of my life. I still have mental disorders that make my life painful and difficult to live, but I am no longer suicidal. I no longer am fruitlessly chasing the thin body I was always told I was supposed to have. I have a healthier relationship with my body than I ever did in the past, and I'm making immense progress on my recovery. I don't starve myself anymore. I don't exercise for two hours a day on high levels that are dangerous for me. I intuitively eat and know that diet culture and fatphobia are wrong. I am closer to fully recovering than I've ever been.
(Fat fetishists, porn blogs, and thinspo blogs: Do not reblog this post or I will destroy you.)
you love them. you have to.
(likely Sensillanura sp., Vitronura giselae and Neanura muscorum)
You might think that I'm joking when I say that we need cyborg rights to be codified into law, but I honestly think that, given the pace of development of medical implants and the rights issues raised by having proprietary technologies becoming part of a human body, I think that this is absolutely essential for bodily autonomy, disability rights, and human rights more generally. This has already become an issue, and it will only become a larger issue moving forwards.
"a joy to have in class" aka This Child Will Not Be Diagnosed for at least Eight Years
Anti-gay slurs filled my mentions.
The worst came when a group of Swifties tried to mass email my boss and get me fired, which included starting rumors that I was a groomer and pedophile. It was a shocking echo of a far-right talking point being peddled against LGBTQ+ people.
This is so legitimately evil, and it’s exactly the kind of fandom that she fosters — an intense parasocial relationship where she portrays anyone who stands against her as villains who deserve to be punished.
Tumblr is weird because sometimes you go to a mutual's page and like/reblog half their content like you just broke in their house and imediately ate a little piece of all their food, tried out some of their clothes, sat on their sofa, and then just left.
And sometimes the mutual notices and does the same to your house.
And that's encouraged here. I love it.
Filling up naoya with your HUGE strap so that all he can think about is how he wants more... bonus points if you fuck him in girly clothes
HELLLLOOOOOOOOOOO
naoya has a pretty face and all, but dear god, is he irritating. maybe you should shut him up, yeah?
this is just the right way to do it.
having him dig his fingers on your back as he cries whilst you pound him into oblivion. he can’t think straight. his mind is going completely blank. but he wants more of it. as much as he wants to deny it, yeah, he likes this.
it’s so humiliating to him as well. he always looked down on women, then why is he over here crying under one? why is his mind going blank from sheer pleasure? shouldn’t he be doing this to you? in the end he doesn’t even care anymore—because my god does it feel good to be treated like this.
and when you fuck him in a skirt? you know damn well he’s going to be sobbing and crying all the way through. and he’s loud as well. his moans will fill the room so quick, sometimes you think to yourself if the other clan members knew how much of a slut he is. (either way it’s not like they can speak up about that without getting killed or something.)
make him wear all the girly clothes. make him lift up that skimpy skirt of his to show off his leaky cock. he wants to talk back! he really does! but he’s just too embarrassed to, so he just does whatever you say while trying his best to not make eye contact with you.
make him hold his knees up to his chest. shove the entire strap in him, making him roll his eyes back. fuck him in an animalistic pace as you watch him orgasm countless times. slap him when he gets too loud. fill up that needy hole of his until he passes out.
Andreil kiss doodle
Oh, no! Another Hashira Yuchiro fic! >:)
When Muichiro dresses up as Yuichiro
Idea inspired by @emiken-070907 lil reblog💓