#bodyissues

[chronicallyonlinesworld]

[yourhonortheyneededtosuffer]

Can I Have My Body Back Please?! (...And Maybe My Heart?) - WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. NOPE.

Read WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. NOPE. from the story Can I Have My Body Back Please?! (...And Maybe My Heart?) by KittyCataly...

Look, body-swapping is already a pain in the ass.

Katsuki thought the worst part would be dealing with Izuku's stupidly breakable body. Izuku thought the worst part would be trying to not explode himself with Katsuki's quirk.

They were both wrong. Because apparently, the real problem is that being stuck in each other's skin means feeling each other's emotions. And Katsuki really doesn't need to know how much Izuku still cares about him. And Izuku definitely doesn't need to find out that Katsuki never stopped caring at all.

Now they're waking up tangled together, finishing each other's sentences, and-oh god-communicating telepathically. The class is terrified. Aizawa looks like he wants to quit. And the worst part? They only have two weeks before they switch back.

Two weeks to pretend this isn't happening. Two weeks to pretend they don't want each other. Two weeks before they go back to being just Katsuki and Izuku. (Or: A body swap quirk forces them to finally confront their ridiculous, soul-crushing love for each other. Chaos ensues.)

Notes: Hi, So this was actually a TikTok I saw where @marzspitsbars posted a TikTok about a bodyswap quirk mishap where Izuku in Katsuki's body felt Katsuki's heart racing because of his quirk and Katsuki and Izuku's body kept losing control of black whip and grabbing Izuku... and I just kinda rolled with that general idea and made into something of my own. If you're here from TikTok please enjoy, drop your @ in the comments and I'll follow you back haha. please leave a comment though lol.

[thedeluluverse]

TA-DA!!!!

Author’s Note: Was inspired by this screenshot from a reaction video from the YouTube channel “Imagine with Bts”. So, shout out to them for the inspo!

CR: YT channel, Imagine with Bts

Summary: It’s almost the end of September and you’re having a chill weekend with your boyfriend Tae. That is until your insecurities get the best of you… he won’t let them stay for long though don’t worry 😏

Pairing:  artsybf!Tae x oc!Nari.

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot, body insecurities

Word Count: 2,201

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI  explicit content, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, unprotected sex and breeding kink (don’t be dumb irl guys), pet names, squirting, clit play, praise kink, neck kissing, shower play.

It is a beautiful day, but neither you nor your boyfriend, Tae, are paying attention. On a rare mutual day off, y'all have opted to sleep in and have a relaxing day enjoying each other's company uninterrupted for once (minus the occasional tending to Yeontan).

Awaking to an unseasonably warm day, you head straight for the shower as you feel disgusting. At the same time, Tae takes Yeontan on a walk and gets his signature strawberry juice ready for you both to enjoy after your shower.

You make it a self-care session, doing all the maintenance you've been putting off lately and your entire skincare routine. This overheats you, of course, so you wander into the kitchen looking for something to drink in nothing but a robe. Hearing the bathroom door open, your boyfriend has fixed you a tall glass of iced strawberry juice for a situation like this!

However, he almost drops the glass while handing it to you because, to him, you are the embodiment of beauty right now. He doesn't want to overwhelm you, though, so he chooses a lighter compliment, "Nari, you look more delicious than my strawberries, woh!". You playfully push his shoulder and shake your head.

Despite doing everything that should've made you agree with him, your insecurities have snuck up again lately. So, your reply was, "Oh, stop it. I feel like I've gained weight lately, and my acne is raring back up.. You're sweet, but don't lie to me, babe…".

He doesn't like that at all, and before you know it, he has you backed up against the kitchen counter, one hand on your hip, the other on your chin, forcing you to focus on his intense chocolate gaze.

After kissing the top of your head, forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, a quick peck on the lips, he says, "Never think my words are simply words, jagiya. Yes, I'm a nice person, but I'm not a liar. I've seen your body in all sorts of different conditions, and I think you are gorgeous in all of them. I don’t care about weight or perfect skin; your hormones are probably flaring up. I love you no matter what changes your body may undergo".

Tears well up in your eyes, and you jokingly say, "Yeah, but you're biased, heehehe".

He doesn't take kindly to that and isn't sure you are joking, so he flips you onto his shoulder like a feather and tosses you onto the bed. Your eyes widen as he takes off your robe, which is barely covering anything at this point. "Wh-what are you doing, jagi?"

He just smirks as he grabs the restraints and softly ties them around your wrists and ankles. "Um, hello, can you hear me? Wow, just gonna walk away like this?" you shout after him as he disappears into the spare room.

A few minutes later, he returns in only an apron and his boxers, carrying his painting supplies. Your brows knit in confusion as he still hasn't said anything to you, and you feel the first drop of cold paint hit your ankle. "KIM MOTHERFUCKING TAEHYUNG WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!"

He throws his head back, laughing, and replies, "Sshhh jagiya, the master is at work." Not knowing why that calmed you an immense amount and started a pool between your legs despite not getting an answer.

The strokes become calming, and you almost doze off when you feel the brush graze the area right above your pussy. He is crouched down so your view is reminiscent of when sinful things are happening between your thighs, making you clench around nothing. He notices you looking at him and cocks an eyebrow at your confused look, only murmuring, "Be patient; you'll see soon enough, my love."

The suspense is driving you insane but is also enticing, so you decide to be patient as you are convinced he is just doodling on you, making you wait as he knows you hate waiting for things. He almost caves and discards the paint supplies once he reaches your supple breasts.

He hates seeing you speak badly about your chest and doesn't care if they aren't the most perky set in the world. They belong to you, and that is what makes them perfect. Determined to help you see that, he stays on task.

The contact of the bristles on your already sensitive nipples is enough to bring you to the brink at this point, but you aren't sure what you are up to and don't want to lose a game that you don't know the rules to. So, with every ounce of determination, you hold back…for now.

He makes this even more challenging as he begins tracing your neck and jawline with the bare brush, the light touches giving you layered goosebumps all over.

Following the brush, his tongue traces the same pattern achingly slowly, and then soft kisses follow until they turn into harsh love bites. He then slinks back down your body and finally gives your pussy the attention it has been craving.

His intention to tease you with his tongue doesn’t last long as he tastes how ready you are for him and how sweet you smell and taste after your attentive self-care. He swiftly brings you to the brink of your first climax, then abruptly stops and gets up again.

You are about to scream out in frustration, but the sight of his erection creating a tent in his apron as he scurries off is too comical. He comes back right away with a camera and a mirror. You finally speak up again, "Tae, listen, everything has been great, trust me. Just please talk to me. I'm going crazy over here!".

He chuckles, seeing you beg like he knew you would eventually. "Oh jagiya, you're so cute like this; I want to remember it forever." With that, he takes a series of photos until he is satisfied.

He leans forward, his bulge on your thigh as he kisses the tip of your nose, "Don't worry, pretty, I'm about to unveil the art exhibit.". He stands up and holds the full-length mirror above you, and you instantly feel tears running off your face. Down your entire body, he has written affirmations, adjectives he attributes to you, flowers, stars, strawberries, and the word "perfect" in every language he knows.

He has paid particular attention to the areas you are most self-conscious of, including your tits, thighs, fupa, neck, and arms. Even taking the time to draw intricate vines all over your hands and fingers with flowers, no thorns attempting to show you the beauty he sees every time he looks at you.

Honestly, he has made you into a sincere masterpiece. Your photographer's eye is in awe, and you make a mental note to bug him to show you the pictures he captured earlier! As you are going through everything again, you pause, eyes widening. "Ta-Tae…." "Yes, my sweet, what is it?"

All you can do is point to where you felt the brush above your pussy earlier, "Does that say what I think it does???" He flashes his shy yet lustful smile as he places the mirror down and walks toward you. "If you think it says '내 것,'* you are correct, my star.". *(Mine in Korean).

All you can do is bite down on your bottom lip and look down as you blush even more! Darkly chuckling, he leans forward, placing his knee right up against your entrance as he wraps his hand around your throat while whispering, "You like me claiming you, princess?"

He places his thumb right over your sensitive clit, not moving it, while inserting a finger into your arousal, then tastes it while moaning at how good you taste for him. "Damn my heart, you really like it when I get possessive, don't you?" as he raises an eyebrow.

Your chest is heaving, and you breathily moan out, "Yes, yes, yes, I do. Please fuck me; make me yours, Daddy!". He is shocked, then amused by this new name, "Oh, you cute little thing, you want to make me a daddy? Patience, soon enough, first, I'm going to make you feel good, my perfect muse.".

He keeps his knee in place for you to grind upon like a desperate, aroused creature as he sucks on, flicks, and lightly twists your clit until you gush all over his knee. Not stopping, he moves his knee to slide three fingers into your primed pussy while rubbing swift circles on your ever-sensitive bundle of nerves as he sits on his heels, watching his exhibit come to life. In no time at all, you squirt all over him from how good you are feeling.

As you come down, you start to feel embarrassed, but he assures you that it is sexy and hopes you never hold back for him. You promise not to, and he smiles down at you while encasing your thighs with his and starts undoing the restraints. Giving soft kisses to where they were tied, he places his forehead on yours and says, "It's daddy's turn, princess."

Ridding himself of his apron and boxers in a flash, he rams every inch into you and holds back an immediate climax. He typically isn't one to immediately cum. However, he has been straining against his boxers, staring at your immaculate form for hours now, plus you still being a lake for him has an intense effect.

The whole time he is ramming into you while he either chokes you or gives you his fingers to suck on, he is spewing praise-filled filth, only adding to your orgasm count by the moment. "You like feeling my bulge through your cute belly, my sweet? Want me to fill it full of my cum, make you all glowing and round with our child? Let me hear you scream for jagi.".

With these words and your own imagination, you cum another three times and squirt as you feel him fill you to the brim, his deep voice moaning your name, sending shockwaves to your core.

After a second release into your throbbing cunt, he collapses next to you, gently sweeping your hair out of your face giving you sweet kisses and smiling between them as you are both so elated from the many layers of bliss that just happened.

He calmly carries you to the bathroom, letting you sit in the second bathtub while he prepares a shower for both of you. Typically, you would just cuddle after, but with the smearing of your mixed arousal and paint, you both decide against it.

He stands you up, and you are a bit wobbly still, but you feel secure in his grasp. He lovingly washes your hair, massaging your scalp, and then delicately washes the paint from your body, making you pout a little.

He notices and tilts your head up, "Don't be sad, Nari-a; remember, I took photos for this precise reason." Your eyes instantly light up, and you start attacking him with kisses even more full of love than ever before.

Enjoying it but shocked at the sudden energy shift, he asks, "What was that for, babe?" You cheekily smile and say, "Oh, just for being the best boyfriend I ever thought I'd have." He grins, tears in his eyes with mutual adoration for you, "You bring it out of me, so you should thank yourself, but you're so sweet- wait, what are you doing?"

He exclaims as he sees you squat down, "Oh nothing, daddy, just trying to make you feel good too. Is that a crime?" He chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair and down his neck, "I mean, no, but aren't you tired? You don't have to do this, you know.".

Looking up at him, you lick a broad stripe across his slit and say, "I know. I want to.". He grabs a handful of your hair and says, "Well, what princess wants, she gets." At this, you shift into some sort of otherworldly sex demon, paying the perfect attention and pressure to his balls while your tongue carves murals into his shaft.

It doesn't take long before he empties himself down your throat, making your desire return tenfold. He senses this and pins you up against the cold shower tile and plays with your clit while easing himself into your pussy from behind, teasing your ass with his pinky until you are practically climbing the walls from the 2nd most intense orgasm of the day.

You both exit the shower, light your favorite candle, set the LED lights to a soft orange glow, and cuddle as you wait for the Panda Express to arrive. Barely a word is spoken, but you just bask in the unconditional love and adoration that you have for each other.

Once you've eaten, you just listen to music until he feels you nod off on his chest. Careful not to jostle you, he lays you in the freshly made bed and wraps his arm around your waist as you drift off into the best sleep of your lives, with Yeontan softly snoring in the background.

[ehcb]

Hypnos and Aergia 3 - Goddy Shaming

Aergia done forgot the golden rule that Literally Everyone Is Mentally Ill About This :v

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[randomagus]

Apparently Collage: paper on paper #collage #art #desire #magenta #cutandpaste #analog #queer #pride #gay #bodyissues https://www.instagram.com/p/CP-E7qND3nN/?utm_medium=tumblr

[kingstammers]

I know no-one looks at my tumblr. It’s why i log in so rarely.  I'm trying hard to keep a positive vibe going. It's a conscious decision, because when everything is so overwhelmingly negative, I want to be actively putting positivity out into the world.

Today’s leading to a rant though. Don’t worry. It’s not about Covid, or the app they’re asking us to download on the Island, or how much of a moron Boris is.

Can we talk about the coverage surrounding Adele?

I’m a fan of Adele. I like her. I enjoy her music. I enjoy her sense of humour too. Her Glastonbury set had me in stitches. Am I die hard fan? Nah. Not really. But I’ll willingly admit I think her albums are bangers, and she deserves every plaudit she’s ever won.

So when I woke up this morning, and saw her trending all over social media, I was curious. New album maybe? Maybe she cranked out an EP of topical anthems whilst on lockdown. (Hello from the QUARRENNNTTIIIINNNNEEEEEEE)

Nope. She’s lost weight apparently. Good for her. Her body, her choice. Whatever she’s doing, as long as she feels better about herself, I’m all for…

…But I want to talk about the language people are using around this. And unlike half of the pundits that TV have dragged out of quarantine, I actually have some salient point to make here.

Why has it taken up until now for the media to acknowledge that she’s a beautiful woman? Only after she’s shed half of her body weight with aid of nutritionists and personal trainers. Was she not beautiful before? Please, come at me with your half-baked takes. I’d love to hear why her appearance even matters? Frankly she was releasing classic album, after classic album, Could belt it out like a motherfucker, dominated the charts for the better part of a decade, based solely on the strength of her abilities as a songwriter. On top of all that, she set fire to the rain, Which MAY I REMIND YOU, is made of water. Do you have any idea how hard it is to set fire to water?

Is the narrative here talking about how she’s a capable, confident, successful woman? Nope. Once again, society has reduced someone to their clothing size.

Cards on the table time, I’m a larger guy. Im aware of why this is such a personal thing for me. I struggle a lot with my relationship with my body, and have done for a LONG time. I was skinny as a kid, and shortly after I started high-school, my body shape began to fluctuate wildly. I wasn’t too surprised, the general genetic make-up of the males in my family has been described as ’Stocky’. One person referred to us as ‘A line of blokes genetically bred to be rugby players’. That’s one of the nicer comments, so I’ll take that. The moment I started growing a belly, peoples attitudes instantly changed. I became the butt of a lot of jokes. I rolled with it for a while. Im pretty chill about such things. When you hear a joke often enough though, it starts to plant seeds in your brain.

There were a lot of instances that I won’t talk about. Honestly, If I documented all of them, we’d be here for years. There’s three that really stand out. The first was when I was 13, and three kids held me down and smacked me in the face with a cake. It was hilarious apparently. Watching a fat kid’s face get smashed in, nose bleeding through the icing and sponge.

In The second was 15. I was on a bus. Someone spat in my face, and then wanted to know why I didn’t swallow.

The third was at a house party when I was about 18/19. Someone asked me if fucking me would be like having a go on a bouncy castle. Y’know, cause I’m so big and all...

Thing is, I’m not even that big. I mean, Having had it drilled into me since a kid, I’m aware that by acceptable standards, I’m HUGE, but there are people bigger than me.

I even joke about it on-stage nowadays. I talk about the heckles I get. I almost wear it like a suit of armour. Because if I can get in there first, you can’t fucking use it against me.  

So forgive me when I get angry hearing some interchangeable celebrity reporter on ‘Good Morning Britain’ give his two cents on the subject, like he’s ever had to deal with body image issues. You have NOTHING TO CONTRIBUTE HERE. Fucking Nothing.

So here we are again. It’s drilled into us once again that ultimately you’re only real worth is how you look. You could have arguable the greatest discography of modern music? It doesn’t matter because you just so happen to wear an XL pair of jeans.

Have a little sensitivity folks. When you talk about Adele ‘Waving Goodbye’ to the person she used to be, you’re inherently telling the people like the before picture that they’re not ideal. That they don’t matter unless they she’d a few pounds. You’re reinforcing the reasons they don’t have the confidence to pursue certain activities, or Why they’re single. You’re confirming the world view of every bully that ever got a cheap laugh from the class.

I thought we all agreed a few months ago to #BeKind? Or did that trend vanish the moment the press had some papers to flog? I guarantee you, at least ONE of your friends has been made to feel uncomfortable in their skin. Some of them might even genuinely hate themselves for it.

Try being a little kinder folks. Or don’t. What the fuck do I know? I’m just the kid with a broken nose and a facefull of icing…

[cecimakemesad]

Todo el tiempo me he sentido acomplejada de mi cuerpo y sobre todo de mi falta de boobs para mi gusto, al grado de querer operarme pero la neta creo que haré la paz con mi cuerpo.

[anjalimehta]

“𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭.”

Editing yourself might make you feel ‘model ready’ for Instagram, you might feel the high from the few minutes of love and numerous likes your receive from people you don’t care about on the internet. But the truth is although you can edit your body online, in reality, you have to live with yourself when you see yourself in the mirror, you will start to think that its never going to be good enough. This habit of editing your pictures is adding to your low self-esteem, poor body image and confidence. Because now, not only you are comparing yourself with the models and actresses, but with your peers – and most distressingly, with yourself.

Women have become insecure with their natural selves to such an extent that the rate of plastic surgery that is quite actually ‘editing yourself in real life’ has reached the highest its ever been, shockingly widely used by girls who are still teenagers.  

Women need to embrace the way they - and those around them - look. We need to celebrate body diversity and embrace our own uniqueness. Before you start editing the photo you are going to post on Instagram, ask yourself why you’re doing it. Remind yourself that Beauty comes from the inside, from who you are as a woman and not from a 24-inch waist, fuller lips and stenciled eyebrows.