Reblog if your muse is insecure about their body/weight.

Andulka

No title available
ojovivo
Xuebing Du

pixel skylines
hello vonnie
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.

Origami Around
Keni

★

Kiana Khansmith
Three Goblin Art
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

ellievsbear
🪼
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Claire Keane
Game of Thrones Daily
$LAYYYTER
seen from India
seen from Pakistan

seen from Germany

seen from Armenia

seen from France
seen from Maldives

seen from Indonesia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Iraq
seen from United States
seen from Argentina

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Maldives
seen from Sweden
seen from Armenia
seen from Bangladesh
@mirabilixcreuit
Reblog if your muse is insecure about their body/weight.
This is my confession. You must use it. Names, ships records, ports, people. Everything I remember is in here…. you must publish it… I couldn’t breath until I wrote this. ‘I once was blind, but now I see.’ Didn’t I write that too?
Yes, you did.
Well now at last, it’s true.
-John Newton; former slaver turned preacher & composer of ‘Amazing Grace’
❝ – Perhaps Billy i s right. Perhaps I bloody well should have my head examined for ever having stepped into politics in the first place… ❞
@conquistadoradelmar
quality you can trust ( but probably shouldn’t )
since 2015
Sci-fi + too many other verses
juniper the fox (x)
Billy: -curses frequently around Wilber just to watch him squirm-
Wilber: 😑
Wilber: -says DAMN o n e ( 1 ) time-
Billy: -faints-
Wilber: 😖😓😒
I am given a lecture about leaving him alone for one (1) day
Such an angry little storm cloud.
You deserve his scolding!!! How could you??
[ Wilber is honestly astonished by people who enjoy food and can eat whatever they want.. sometimes he even gets a little jealous of them, especially when most of his ' meals ' consist of things like completely flavourless rice and fish or chicken with maybe a dash of salt and some olive oil. ( maybe. ) -- it's such a chore for him that he refuses it even MORE now, and lives on things like nutritional shakes, instead. ( make no mistake, those are still pretty awful, even if he HAS forced himself to deal with the way they taste. ) ]
I declare, the bill for the abolition of the slave trade…has passed.
Vlad and Nicholas were working in the security office when they suddenly heard someone knocking. Both vampires knew no one was expected and the knocking came from a door that led to the part of the estate that was closed to the public so Dracula was quite surprised when he opened the door, “William.” He said with a smile as he opened the door wider to let the young man in. “How nice to see you, grandfather was just thinking about you this morning. Come in, we’re closed for a couple of weeks for upkeep and the Hoffmans and Fern are here for a few weeks so be prepared for a lot of family love.” He sent Nicholas to tell the older Vladimir and Artur that William was here and gave his cousin a gentle hug before taking the young human’s bags, “You’re looking well.”
Oh! A face he could easily recgonize, even without his contacts and glasses! How splendid!! ( Generally, he depended a great deal upon voices - he was better able to discern who was who by their voice. By their accent, and the manner in which they spoke - a skill he had to rely heavily upon when it came to interactions with their grandfather and so M A N Y of their cousins. ) ❝ -- Hello, Vlad. ❞ He greeted quietly, but jovially. ❝ Oh? Did he.. speak to Billy by any chance?? ❞ He queried, despite the fact a smile lit up his features. ( If they had spoken, that might explain why Billy had put forth such an incredible effort to get him here, NOW. ) At any rate, he returned his cousin's embrace and chuckled softly as he stepped back a moment later and shrugged. ❝ I'll take your word on that. ❞ He hummed, before his brows furrowed ever so slightly. ❝ -- Good Lord, you do sound rather busy... I, hope this isn't an imposition. ❞
[ Wilber's clothes NEVER fit. ever. -- about the closest they ever come to doing so are those times when Marjorie PURPOSEFULLY shrinks them in the dryer.. and they come out a little too tight for his liking. ( for instance, there was this ONE t-shirt he really adored lounging about in. a t-shirt that he'd had during his college years, that only grew far too large for him by the day. -- one wash day, she decided to throw it in the dryer by itself, and set the dryer to the highest temperature it boasted after washing it in scalding hot water. -- she pulled it from the dryer immediately and rushed it to Wilber so he could pull it on while it was still nice and warm, and when he did so... he was absolutely HORRIFIED by the fact it was so insanely t i g h t it was almost as if he'd pulled on a second layer of skin. -- his ribs were perfectly visible through it. you could see each an every detail about every breath he took with such alarming clarity it.. was almost as though he hadn't a shirt on, at all. and all of his surgical scars strained against so much that it was actually a heartbreaking sight to see... but it fit. it wasn't hanging off of him. he wasn't being swallowed whole by it, which is precisely what she'd sought to achieve. -- they joke about it now, of course, but at the time it had certainly been an eye-opener. ) ]
Billy had actually threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't, at the very least, slow down a bit. ( He'd argued, of course, that he simply had to make EVERY second of this.. pseudo-remission count.. but Billy had been unwilling to give it any consideration, and wouldn't back down from his position for anything. ) Ontop of bodily harm, Billy had also hinted at the additional threat of calling up certain family members in the hopes t h e y could make him see reason... and that's when Wilber relented. That's when he decided he ought to give in - if only to spare his family the unnecessary concern such a phone call would arouse. He'd been meaning to visit, anyway - truly he had, he'd just.. gotten swept up in far too many other things as of late to do so. ( And even on his best days, physically, his memory was dodgy.. he often found himself starting out, and forgetting just where it was he was off to - especially if he was on his own. From there? It was all too easy for him to be completely turned around and dragged into other things.. because he hadn't yet mastered the art of saying ' NO ' to very much. ) -- Not this time, however. ( In part because he'd had Billy's threats hanging over his head.. and Billy's people with their marching orders to get him to his grandfather and uncle's home. ) Like a child, he'd been dropped off on the doorstep, and then left there with naught but his cellphone, all his medicines and other sundry personal items, and clothes - enough for a few days, at least. -- With furrowed brows, he withdrew his phone from his pocket and stared at the screen for a while, attempting to figure out who would be best to call - to let them know that he was there, instead of simply wandering in and giving them an unpleasant turn. ( Grandfather was likely too busy to be bothered. Uncle Artur.. probably didn't keep a phone on him, and he couldn't remember if Vlad and Nick did, or not. -- How distressing. ) Forgoing the phone at last, he decided simply to reach out and knock. Someone would hear him. ( In fact, someone was quite likely well aware of his presence, already.. now all he could do is hope he wouldn't be viewed as a nuisance for having dreadful timing - though the idea certainly HADN'T been his own. )
Vlad
Vianca:
❝ Wha’ I care abou’ ‘de most ‘es ‘dat you an’ Esperanza are ‘appy an’ ‘ealthy, ❞ she said, pressing a kiss to her husband’s cheek before she seated herself at the table. ❝ An’ I t’ink wha’ woul’ upset you most of all ‘es if you lost your ring. ❞ She took a bite of toast, crunching on it for a moment as she pondered the idea. ❝ If you don’ wan’ to get it resized or to wear a replacement, you could wear it on a chain around your neck, ❞ she suggested. ❝ A lot of people who work wit’ ‘deir ‘ands all day do ‘dat so ‘dat ‘deir rings won’ get damaged. ❞
While ❛ healthy ❜ was an impossibility for HIM.. he was in a rather tumultuous state of borderline remission, so he supposed that would simply have to suffice. ( At least Esperanza and Vianca were healthy. He thanked God for that fact every day.. MULTIPLE times. ) Happy? Good Lord, he lived in a constant state of giddy ecstasy he'd never thought possible, even in those moments of unbearable agony that plagued him far too often. -- Speaking of healthy, though.. he shuffled his way over to the refridgerator to retrieve one of those unpleasant protein drinks as he contemplated her suggestion at length. ( Maybe he m i g h t be able to stomach at least a swallow or two of one, for once. ) ❝ -- Well, I suppose I could do.. both? I could keep the original band on a chain, and maybe.. look into alternative bands - a few in multiple sizes, since I'll probably run into this situation again at some point?? ❞ With that said, he took a seat in the chair at her side and resigned himself to shaking the small bottle he'd retrieved rather half-heartedly. ( He LOATHED these things, but.. after almost a month of no real nourishment to speak of.. understood he had to make a valliant attempt. For Vianca and Esperanza's sake. )
Vianca:
❝ Of course, ❞ Vianca replied, looking up momentarily from the toast she’d been preparing for herself to smile at her husband. ❝ Eit’er way, I don’ mind. ‘Es no’ ‘de ring ‘dat makes it real for me an’ besides, I know you are a man of strong convictions. ❞ She winked. ❝ I know you will be faithful to your vows whet’er you are wearing a ring or no’. ❞
❝ -- I just feel very.. wrong without it. ❞ It was, after all, part of him now. ❝ And I didn't want to upset you, in case you, felt differently. ❞ And she would've had E V E R Y right to do so; strictly symbolic though it may be, it was still sacred and not something to be substi- tuted on a whim. ( This wouldn't be a bloody problem if he could just gain, and maintain healthy weight, but that... was merely a pipedream at this point. )
Feliz Día de la Madre, Querida.
On his pillow lay a large bouquet of exquisite lillies - Tiger, Calla, Orange and Casa Blancas - roses in varying shades of pink and deep crimson, and a lone white tulip. Standing vigil at her side of the bed were a row of tables, laden with trays bursting with his and Richard's combined efforts to serve her a traditional Spanish breakfast. Tostadas con Tomate, Aceite, y Jamón, Chocolate con Churros and Soletillas, Pincho de Tortilla, Croissants de Almendra, Torrijas, Café con Leche, orange juice, every spice and condiment she would possibly need, sliced strawberries, Hojiblanca and Manzanilla olives, and dates. ( No expense had been spared, and he'd done quite a bit of travelling to ensure he'd acquired only the BEST ingredients for each dish.. he'd even bought the closest thing to traditional Spanish cookware that he could find in the hopes it would this meal all the more special for her. ) Seated by her side, he watched her sleep for a few moments more with a soft, loving smile and an expression of the utmost awe and devotion lighting up his otherwise pallourless and exhausted features. ( It was something of a surprise, really. He'd not expected her to sleep in as he'd begged her to the night before. Perhaps he'd done a good enough job of ensuring her he could take care of Esperanza.. he HOPED so. ) Turning ever so slightly, he reached out with a wildly trembling hand to brush numerous strands of touseled hair away from her face and lovingly guided them all back behind her ear, allowing the very tips of his fingers to ghost along her cheek in their task. ❝ -- Feliz día de la madre, querida. ❞ He whispered, his smile only growing w i d e r.