#THAT SKINNY BOY?? RUGBY???

[starfallkaz]

Were you normal or was your seggsual awakening Howl Pendragon, leading to a crippling codependency on the fantasy escapism and dark haired touch-starved fictional sad boys with big touch-her-and-I’ll-unalive-you vibes

#I would let howl pendragon do anything to me #I’m sorry mom #he’s just too fine #I just read the book and it cracks me up that howl is canonically welsh with a doctorate #And a history of playing rugby for his uni #THAT SKINNY BOY?? RUGBY??? #howl pendragon #found family troupe #sad boy #howl’s moving castle #Sophie x howl #Sophie hatter #the howl pendragon to selwyn kane pipeline is alive

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Just, imagine for a second

You’re an Australian ex-rugby player living in London circa 2016.

You’re married, just had or are about to have a son, doing some personal training work with motorsport athletes.

You go into your gym one day and see this skinny little blond kid, pushing himself to the max, trying desperately to bulk up a little, but all alone. Your newly honed Dad Instincts are telling you something’s up.

So you go over, ask to spot him, start learning about his life. You’re surprised to hear the squick of a distinctly non-British accent. You suddenly have a tiny American teenage boy with big, eager eyes on your hands and you do the one thing you think will work: you ask him about sports.

That’s not the last time you’ll meet him, in fact you’ll continue to meet him regularly over the course of a year.

You talk about American sports, to start with. NFL, NBA, MLB, MLS. You’re almost surprised by the scope of the kid’s knowledge so you talk about Premier league teams and cricket and Aussie football. He meets you every step of the way.

Finally, you just ask him, what are you doing here all alone, kid?

He’s a racecar driver, he says. Just won the karting junior world championship, trying to make the jump up to formula cars. He’s been living in England for about a year now but he’s lived in Europe since he was 11, been on his own besides from karting coaches, driving coaches, and teaches since he was 12. He says, I’m gonna drive in Formula 1.

And damn. You remember how hard it was for you moving from Australia to the UK, and you were a full grown adult. This kid’s in an entirely new country, working his butt off for something most people can only dream of, and he’s doing it almost entirely on his own.

And you think about your son, so small, still reliant every day on his mom and dad. And you think you can help this kid, and not just guiding him on workouts or diets. You can be a mentor, a role model, a teacher and a friend. You can be a helping hand on this kid’s way of achieving everything he ever dreamed of.

Your professional days are behind you. You’re more than happy to sit back and help the younger generation help.

And now you’re watching, 7 years later, as that little boy in the gym who turned into an older brother for your kids, a helping hand for your wife, a friend for you- you’re watching him become everything he ever wanted to be.

That little boy you found all those years ago has turned into one of the strongest men you know.

#benny jacobs #logan sargeant #sorry just suddenly got ben & logan feels #i’ve seen pictures of 15yo logan #he looks like he should be swaddled up and put in front of a pc screen #anyway gn

[chubbycelebs]

The Factory of Fatties (Part 1)

It was a warm September morning with sun beaming down on the street where the opening of Mr Wonka's factory took place. The months before this moment were filled with excitement. Mr Wonka had released 5 golden tickets within his Wonka chocolate bars and whoever found these tickets got a free tour of his factory where even more sweet confections were made. There was so much excitement to see who the winners of this prize would be.

The first person to win was 20 year old Sam. Sam was an academic boy who focused on his studies at university. He would snack on Wonka bars when taking notes or writing assignments so when he opened the wrapper on a chocolate bar and was met with a golden ticket he was very surprised. Sam had dark blonde hair, quite tall and had a slight stubble covering his face. He had quite the lazy build, not fat but did have a slight gut as he didn't get out much due to all the readings and writing he has to do. He'd spend a lot of his days sitting around snacking and writing which didn't help his soft belly. This morning at the chocolate factory he was wearing a loose white t-shirt that covered his belly for the most part and some cream coloured shorts that hugged his little round bum very nicely. He was very excited to get a taste of some of Wonka's amazing chocolate and couldn't wait to eat it all.

Next to Sam were two much bigger lads: Matt and Will. Matt and Will, both 22, were two rugby lads, the typical rough around the edges bulky boys. They always loved competing against each other to see who was the best at something. The boys one evening had an eating contest of Wonka bars to see who could eat the most. Matt was quite trim with big strong arms and big shoulders whilst Will was bigger with a strong chest and thick thighs but also a soft strong belly. Matt would often tease Will for his bigger appetite which led to their stuffing contest. As the two boys were reaching the end of their pile of chocolate, they both opened up their bars to find a golden ticket. These two were so excited to go. Will loved to treat himself every so often to Wonka's sweet treats so going to his factory was his dream. Matt secretly enjoyed seeing Will eat and get bigger and bigger so he knew that this trip would be very exciting. They stood waiting outside the factory, Matt showing off his body with his compression shirt and joggers combo, hugging all the right places showing just how fit he was. Will decided to cover up more with a hoodie and joggers. He was used to covering up as Matt liked to tease him for his belly. "Don't stuff your face too much today big boy" Matt teased just this morning as they got ready to go to the factory giving his belly a little tap causing it to wobble.

Next to these two boys stood a very tall and very skinny boy with black hair and oversized clothes on, Henry. Henry wasn't much for going out, in fact he enjoyed spending most of his time playing video games at home. He loved escaping his world of disappointing his parents and always being alone and entering a more interesting fantasy world. At 19 Henry hadn't achieved much in his life but when he saw he won a golden ticket he knew this was his time to prove that he isn't a total failure and make it to the end of the factory tour hopefully winning something at the end.

The last boy in the line was a short round bellied chubby boy called Charlie. Charlie was the oldest there, 25, and by far the fattest. He loved Wonka's candy and he would eat it all day every day so when he won a ticket he was so excited to go see how it was made and hopefully get to try some new sweets. Charlie would get teased a lot for his weight, having always been a big guy he never found him self that attractive so instead he'd just eat. He wore a grafic t-shirt with the words "WONKA" written across it, however the shirt was too tight and had to be stretched over his soft chest and barely covering his hairy gut. He wore some much more comfortable joggers which still were tight around his thick body.

All the boys were stood in line ready to enter the world famous chocolate factory all wondering what was waiting for them when they entered. The doors slowly opened and the excitement built all around them. Out walked the very tall and very powerful Willy Wonka. He wore a purple suit with a tall top hat and a long cane and he marched confidently towards the boys. "Welcome my dear boys. What a joyous occasion it is to have you all here at my factory." He looked the line up and down, taking in all the boys and seeing their excitement. "You boys are very lucky to have won a ticket to my factory. We have some very exciting things in store for you," he said with a slightly mischievous grin. "Now, enough waiting. Should we get going?" Before waiting for an answer, he then turned right around and started walking back to the doors. All the boys followed him in and before they knew it they were cut off from the outside world, with only the unknown ahead of them.

They were walking down a really long and dark corridor with no windows or any sign of this being a chocolate factory. When they finally reached the end where there was a small door, about 3 feet high. The boys all looked at each other confused. Are they meant to squeeze through this small door? Wonka got his keys out and turned a lock in the door and pushed it open. A bright light came from the door but the boys couldn't see into it. "Well what are you waiting for? Go on!" Wonka said giving Charlie a tap on his jiggly arse with his cane. Charlie jumped slightly but then proceeded to try and squeeze through the door. Charlie, already being a rather round boy, struggled to get through. Both his belly and arse got stuck and the rest of the boys laughed at him as he wiggled through the small gap. Matt gave Will a nudge and pointed as Charlies fat arse wriggling, his arse crack peaking over the top of his tight joggers. Next was Will who also got slightly stuck in the door due to this bulky body. Matt gave him a slap on his arse and called him a pig with a chuckle. Next was Matt followed by Henry and finally Sam. As Sam entered he looked up and around the room. It was a room full of life. Plants everywhere and a large brown river in the centre of it. The room smelt sweet and a rumble could be heard coming from all the boys bellies as if none of them had eaten in days. Wonka finally entered the room and introduced them to it. "This my boys is the chocolate room where everything is edible. Eat whatever you want and whatever you can fit into your bellies." All the boys look confused. Will took a leave on a neighbouring plant and put it in his mouth skeptical. His eyes widened and he was shocked that it was a fruity gummy leaf.

"This is amazing" said while still chewing as he started picking more of the bush to each. All the other boys then jumped to life running around the room trying everything. Matt and Will had situated themselves by a tree eating the fruits off it then the leaves then the branches. They made a competition of who could eat more of the tree. Henry had found some mushrooms that were filled with cream. He was taking handfuls and stuffing them into his mouth with globs falling and landing onto his shirt. Charlie was digging up the ground, stuffing his face with the sweet grass and then the chocolate soil underneath. He couldn't get enough his belly and mouth were already covered in the rich chocolate dirt. Matt had seen the state of him and pointed it out to Will saying how much of a hog he is. Little did the Matt and Will know they also looked like hogs, both now having bloated full bellies. The two boys laughed and they carried eating the tree, stuffing themselves even further. Sam had made his way to the river side. He loved Wonkas chocolate so much and he could smell that this river was all melted chocolate. He got down on his knees and put his hand into the river and drank some of the chocolate. It was the best chocolate he'd ever tasted. It was rich yet sweet and so creamy it just slipped down his throat and into his belly. It covered his mouth and filled it up with the warm chocolate liquid. He had to go back for a second handful and then a third and he couldn't stop. He then put his face into the river just gulping as much of down as possible. The creamy warm liquid filled his mouth and belly. Sam came up for air as he licked his lips and his hands of the chocolatey goodness. He could feel the chocolate bloat his belly but he didn't care. It felt amazing as it filled him up.

Wonka then called all the boys over to show them something. All the boys ran over to where Wonka was. Matt and Will still eating the fruits and Henry licking his hands of the mushroom cream. All the boys were displaying fuller bellies having just spent a good portion of time just stuffing their faces with food, most noticeably Charlie who's already tight shirt had now ridden up teasing to show off his deep belly button. "I wanted to show you my workers here. If you look across the river bank you should be able to see those men." Over the river were men about 6 foot in high and all very well build with strong muscles. All the workers wore full orange latex suits showing off their great bodies. "These men work here 24/7 to help run this factory the best it possibly can. In return I give them the best life possible here in my factory. Without them I couldn't do any of this."

Just then a large rumble came from Sam's belly. Sam looked down and grabbed his soft torso. "My boy you can't still be hungry?" Wonka asked confused.

"No I think I'm just very full Wonka. To be honest I did drink a lot of the river" Sam replied pointing to the river bank whilst still clutching his belly. "Your chocolate is just amazing."

"Oh dear my boy I forgot to say, you mustn't drink straight from the river its far to fatty for consumption at this stage. Can't believe i forgot to mention." Sam looked panicked at Wonka as he said this.

"Well whats going to happen to me?" Sam said slightly worried as his belly continued to rumble loudly.

"Oh hopefully nothing too crazy. Maybe put on a few pounds but nothing huge-" Wonka was cut off as if right on queue as Sam's belly began to push outwards. His already soft belly was now growing softer and fatter. His chest got fuller too pushing against his shirt which was becoming tighter by the second. His legs and arse were also filling his tight shorts quickly. Sams was panicking now. This was quickly becoming more than a few pounds. He grabbed his ever expanding belly and shook it as he looked at Wonka who was just smiling at him. His shirt now was riding up belly showing off his snail trail rising higher and higher till his deep belly button popped out. A snap could be heard from under his round belly as his shorts couldn't hold his expanding waist anymore and the button popped off flying across the room. The seams on the side of his shorts were stretching and splitting by his arse. His shirt rode further up exposing the fat boys round hairy gut which wobbled as it grew outwards. Now the shirt resembled that of a bra supporting his large moobs which grew fatter and fatter by the second. His love handles grew wider as well as his hips which became too much for his poor shorts which split into shreds exposing his tight pink underwear he was wearing. Following this was his shirt ripped into pieces leaving his chest to giggle on top of his huge belly. His fat round cheeks turned pink with embarrassment as he felt his almost naked enlarged body on show to everyone. All his limbs had filled with soft lard causing him to jiggle as he looked around at his new huge body. The rest of the group looked at him in shock, and for some enjoyment. Matt was smiling at him looking longingly at Sam's huge fat arse with a strong boner forming in his pants. Sam's growth seemed to slowly come to an end, jiggling to a halt. He now stood at about 600lbs now in tiny pink underwear where the seams were stretched to the max, barely keeping his naked fat body from show. "WONKA WHATS HAPPENED TO ME?!?!? I'M FUCKING MASSIVE" Sam said feeling his belly and his new tits.

"Well yes you are quite big. Much bigger then I would've thought as well. You must have been a little pig and drank loads of my river huh?" Wonka said looking at the fat boy up and down. Sam went bright red in embarrassment. "Right well what to do with a big hog like you then? You can either carry on the tour but I must warn you it's quite the walk and i'm not sure you will fit through a lot of the door ways. I can send you back home now like this?"

"I cant leave looking like this? Are you joking? I was only 160lbs when I entered I'll never hear the end of it"

"You were at least 200lbs when we entered chubs don't lie" Matt chimed up still fixated on Sams huge curves. Sam looked very embarrassed knowing that Matt was right.

"Yes well I guess questions will be asked how you got so... bulky." Wonka took some time to think looking at Sam's huge belly and circling round to his round buttocks. "Well I guess you could become one of my workers? You could become a taste tester? All you do is sit and eat all day and I'm sure you are used to that. You'll be given free accommodation and free food of course."

"You mean I'm stuck like this? You don't have a thing that can burn all this fat?" Sam asked now more defeated.

"I'm afraid not my big boy. The only way to lose this is intense exercise and a diet which demands great will power, which we know you don't have."

"I guess i have no choice then. I'll work for you then Wonka." Sam said now having to accept his fate as a new fat boy.

"Perfect. I'll have my workers take you to the taste testers immediately. You'll fit in just perfectly with the rest of them." Just then a well build strong worker walked up to Sam and grabbed his hand. He started walking towards a larger door then where they entered and led Sam through there, with Sam waddling behind him. All the extra movement led for Sam's remaining clothes to tear apart, leaving nothing to the imagination. Lucky for him his large gut covered his front, but is huge ass was on show jiggling with every move. As they were leaving the rest of the group could see Sams body jiggle and also see the workers excitement at the sight of his. The worker gave his arse a good smack as the doors closed on them. "Oh i do like to give my workers some fun. Right shall we move on then boys?" Wonka said looking at the four boys left. They all were still shocked by what they just saw but were happy to move on.

Matt turned to Will and said "I'm just saying it was a matter of time before he got huge. Wont be surprised if that pig there will follow suit" pointing over to Charlie. Will laughed at him and agreed.

The group then left the chocolate room with just the memories of their big friend Sam. Sam quickly learnt that he can enjoy his new size with the worker taking him to a private room. He showed him just how sexy his new body was Sam soon was begging for more food to keep him nice and plump. I guess some men are into big guys...

So I'm starting this new series about a group of boys who enter wonkas factory and im sure you can figure out what happens next. This is part 1 of 4 (not sure yet) so please show some love if you want the next parts. These take quite a lot of time to write so would love to see some support. Thank you and hope you enjoy!

#fat #fat belly #fat men #fatty #male weight gain #men getting fatter #cute belly #full belly #fit to fat #fatboy #fat guy #chubby #fat piggy #wonka #sexy belly #tummy #belly expansion #gaining #men gaining waight #weight gain #gaining fat #belly gainer #overweight #chunky #chub #fat boy #chubby boy #gaining weight #exjock #big belies

[gabessquishytum]

Friends, inspiration struck once again, I was reading a doujin the other day and it reminded me of dreamling so much, I had to write this.

HIghschool au. Morpheus is the weird artsy loner emo skinny kid of the school who gets bullied a lot for being so dark and brooding all the time, and Hob is the known sunshine friendly jock who's friends with everyone, who on the surface seems like that typical gym bro but you know, nicer. And one day, Morpheus is being harassed again, a guy named Burgess wanting his wallet or something, and luckily for Morpheus, Hob saw this and stepped in to put a stop to it. Morpheus and Hob meet eyes, and something must have clicked for them, cause from that day on, those two become friends practically overnight, nigh inseparable. And isn’t Hob so nice, being friends with a killjoy like old Murphy, who's actually capable of smiling and laughing when Hob's around, would you look at that. Oh and there they go again, going off somewhere to eat lunch together. But no one knows.

No one knows that Hob is currently at the very end of his ropes, trying to keep from cumming from the large vibrating anal plug Morpheus bullied (hehehehehe) into him that very morning, and right after Morpheus, that sadist, fucked him full of cum too. And that the reason why he had to hurry Morpheus into an empty classroom during lunch, was so he could get down on his hands and knees, shamefully present his plugged arsehole, and beg Morpheus to fuck him. Hob is mewling about how mean Morpheus is, toying with the remote all day, upping the vibrations randomly, making sure to turn it down when Hob's about to cum. He needs to cum so bad, but instead of showing mercy, Hob cries as Morpheus steps on the plug with his foot, making sure to grind it in so deep while maxxing out the vibrations. Morpheus is disappointed in him he says, the whole point of this exercise was to see if Hob could be a good boy and keep Morpheus' cum inside him all day. Hob doesn't stand a chance, the humiliation and sensations too much for him, he cums long and hard all over the floor. Tsk tsk, Morpheus admonishes him for being so slutty and sensitive, he'll need to punish his pet for cumming without permission, what would Hob do if everyone found out what a masochistic slut he is hm? Maybe a nice, long rimming session is in order to teach his Hob some self-control, or perhaps Morpheus should fuck him after all, the added load would be like an added challenge for Hob. Morpheus idly toys with the plug still deep inside Hob, pulling it and pushing it back in, making the brunette cry and shudder so prettily. So many choices and so many ways to play with his precious pet, but Morpheus isn't too pressed if he chooses one or the other, there's always tomorrow after all. :)



Bonus points for anyone who knows which doujin I'm taking insipiration from XD We're instant friends hahahaha I hope you guys like this one~~

-Love Yan Anon <3

Alsksjfja yeah <3 weirdo goth kid who is a dom x sweet sunshine jock who wants to be dommed is SUCH a classic concept. Hob’s friends are always like "why do you hang out with that guy he's so creepy ://" and Hob just blushes and mutters something about studying together...

Morpheus is creepy, but Hob likes creepy... in fact, it turns him on a lot. He likes the feeling that Morpheus is stalking him around the school, he likes being stared down in the hallways. He certainly likes being dragged into empty classrooms, having his jeans and underwear pulled down, having his hole spanked and toys pushed inside him. He never quite knows when it's going to happen, and that makes it all the sweeter.

One day Morpheus ambushes him in the locker rooms before a game (I'm always partial to rugby player Hob, but insert sport of your choice I guess). He gives Hob the most brutal fingering, barely minutes before he'll be out on the field, and Hob comes stumbling out barely able to walk. The anal beads Morpheus shoved in at the last second are absolutely agonising every time he moves, or gets tackled by other players.

And of course he has to be punished for his terrible performance during the game - Morpheus wants to know, did he do it on purpose? Did he fall about like a pathetic slut just make Morpheus look at him? Or did he want all the other students to know that he's a whore? Hob says no, but Morpheus pushes him to the floor anyway and treads on his cock until Hob cries and cums all over his cute little shorts <3

#yan anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw degradation

[steelycunt]

ok but what if you ran into both r and S at a lil welsh shop what then.......

well if i ran into both r and s at my local greengrocers in the little welsh village in which i live i would at first cheerfully greet r and immediately begin to affectionately fuss over him (initially oblivious to his awkward and embarrassed blush and the presence of a second boy beside him) including commenting on how he was just a little dwt of a boy the last time i remember seeing him and his mother in the village and my how he's grown! shot up like a bean sprout he has! though still far too skinny mind you. and how is his mother? and how is the school going? because yes now i recall hope mentioning how he was up at that boarding school...are they feeding him enough? he's a growing boy remember! look at him! and then i would have to smooth his hair down because it has gotten so shaggy and unruly! is that the style for boys these days? (he would politely answer each of my questions and allow me to fret over him in this way without pointing out that his scruffy mop of hair is in fact a deliberate style choice). but then! as i am patting his fringe down i realise he is not here alone! there is another young boy standing in the queue with him! and so well of course i apologise and acknowledge him and ask if he is one of r's little friends from the boarding school and what is his name and how is he? and his little friend--he's wearing an earring! how very fun!--introduces himself and my what an accent! an english boy! it's like i'm talking to the queen! but he's a very polite boy and in fact he tells me he is not only one of r's little friends--he is r's boyfriend! fancy that! two young sweethearts! and well r is blushing furiously now poor lad but i think that is just delightful, and i tell this s boy well i tell him now i've known r since he came up to my knee and now i'm meeting his boyfriend! well i never! and well i happen to have a nephew who is also gay do they know him maybe? his name is gethin he's a very sweet boy--dating a rugby player! can you believe it? and the greengrocer's queue is moving now and it's nearly my turn (the two boys are very aware that we are holding other people up and are glancing around at the other waiting customers every now and then during our conversation but are far too well-mannered to point this out to me) but before i go i have to tell s dear how nice it was to meet him! and i have to turn to r and loudly stage-whisper he's lovely isn't he? he's very handsome! such long hair! like a rockstar! and before r can wish for the ground to swallow him whole i have to tell him to of course give all my love to his mother and tell her i've been growing strawberries in my garden this summer and would she like some? i've got too many! she could make a jam! and that reminds me! i will dig furiously in my massive handbag for far too long to be a comfortable period of time and eventually i will produce two more boiled sweeties for them! one each for you boys! and i will make them promise to be good and take care now before i finally proceed with purchasing the fruits and veg that i set out to buy xx

#my rural welsh middle-aged mother persona is a big fan of s don't get it twisted she is not lyall lupin. #she thinks s is just so fun she thinks he is just marvellous. i may have gotten a little too into her in replying to this ask but thats #frankly beside the point. #sort of blacked out and was possessed by her spirit halfway through this. it couldn't be helped #telegram #anon #r/s

[horror-princess-2002]

Can I get a matchup? Also I apologize I knew I was chatty but damn..

I'm 5'1 (💀) and I have like shoulder length auburn hair and dark brown eyes. I have a skinny hourglass body type and extremely pale skin and i wear boy clothes, girly clothes, lol I wear just about anything but I like just like dolphin shorts and a tank top. Yeah i don’t know if that’s like if you know whst I mean but yeah.

Im pretty introverted at new places and still quieter around people who aren’t my friends but once we have been friends for like 3 days im really loud and kinda obnoxious tbh. I kindaa have anger issues (yeah no it’s bad like this bitch Talan called me friend a bitch the other day so I went and cussed him out but he mocked me so ima beat his ass once my winter break is over, it started on Wednesday but this occurred Tuesday, no one and I mean fuxking no one messes with my friends because I am weak and not good at fighting but I have a hard punch and kick and will use it in the most deadly places.) but yeah anyway I love horror and like dark af shit but then I also like Sanrio, and I also have severe social anxiety and all my friends think I have bipolar depression so there’s that ig. 

I love art, and music like Melanie Martinez becuz uh it’s MELANIE MARTINEZ and I love to play games, for example I use to loveee dumb ways to die bc the deaths have a fair amount of blood lol and I love horror movies like love love love but for some reason they’re all predictable and none ever scare me. I’m still looking for traumatizing ones tho so feel free to give suggestions. Also yeah not me typing a whole essay anyway I think this is good oh yeah one more thing

I LOVEEEEE SPORTS‼️😍 like I love football, soccer, baseball, basketball, badminton, tennis, rugby, swimming, you name it I play it mk? ❤️⚽️❤️🏀❤️🏈❤️⚾️❤️🏸❤️🏐❤️🏊❤️

okay byebyebyebye 🤡

I hope you enjoy hun ❤️

I match you with Jason Voorhees

#slasher x reader #slasher matchups #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees imagine #friday 13th

[a-big-apple]

omg these are bangers i got greedy 🍅🥐🍬🍄

<3 <3 <3

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

this one is here! you and t have it in for me today!!

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

So close!! That is a shape 💕

also tutant meenage neetle teetles

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

hoo boy ok STRAP IN! i think maybe we have talked about this before on discord, oh well. i don't think coronabeth is fat in canon, and i'm just not into it in fanon. i think she's tall, i think she has big hair, i think she has big presence. i think she's got some bazongas and some curves and she's not as wasted-thin as ianthe. i think there is weight bias deeply entrenched in House culture (and that's not a criticism of tamsyn muir, i think it's an interesting part of her worldbuilding). the most iconic binary in this world is necromancer and cavalier: someone whose power literally eats away at them, and so thinness is evidence of necromantic strength; and someone whose purpose is to fight, and so muscleyness is ideal.

i think gideon, for example, is muscley fat. tamsyn described her as built like a rugby player, thick and solid. she only eats protein paste and greens and works out a LOT, she's achieving the cavalier ideal of muscle mass, and she lives in a freezing cold environment where the extra insulation of some fat is helpful. ortus, on the other hand, is not muscley--he's just fat. his size is perpetually derided in the narration. he fits nowhere on the binary of what's desirable in the Houses, and so he is utterly unattractive and therefore inconsequential.

coronabeth is the hottest girl anyone has ever seen. she's healthy-looking for a necromancer. she's the opposite end of the spectrum from ortus: also neither skinny nor muscley (until NtN when she's got some biceps), but in a vivacious way that makes everybody super into her. yes, because she's a woman and this is a sapphic series, but also because House culture has clearly held on to pre-Res standards of attractiveness. boobs, hair, a white girl with a great tan, probably a trendy amount of "thicc." i don't feel, personally, that fanon-ing her fat does me as a fat person any great service; it obscures any conversation on the actually interesting weight bias happening in the books that echoes and complicates the weight bias of everyday life. seeing a fat corona doesn't tell me that people think my body is traffic-stoppingly gorgeous or that i have value outside my attractiveness or non-attractiveness, it tells me that the only character who can afford to be consistently fat in fanon is the one who is repeatedly praised as the most attractive in canon, and that's only if she's sexy fat--bosoms breaching containment, pillowy and perfectly shaped hips and thighs and ass, just a little bit of belly and back rolls sometimes as a treat.

tbh if it's a kink thing, folks should do what floats their boats! but to me it's not some big representation win, just own the kink, make everybody sexy fat, whatever (i mean this genuinely, i am in favor of kink even though this is not one of mine).

so i guess my actual hot take is that i wish there was more ortus art and fic about how the strength of his love and conviction and lungs all saved the day and he did it while being fat and depressed and not sexy

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

i answered this one here but i'll do griddlehark too for funsies! i think neither of them is the least bit suave or confident in relationships, doubly so with each other, they are the two shyest and most tittering, blushing, nervous, virginal queers you have ever seen and it would take them weeks if not months of dating to even start taking their shirts off to make out let alone anything spicier. no matter how many bases they hit they will never not be shy, they will just keep raising the bar of where the shyness starts.

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

#ask game

[topsyturvy-turtely]

similarities between heartstopper and teenlock ✨

no i haven't binge-watched the whole show and am making it all about johnlock because johnlock is my life

drawing by @boredsushi 💚

first: the looks: charlie is this skinny little lanky boy with dark curly hair. he obviously doesn't have the same cheekbones as sherlock but his face is pretty angular too. nick however is this strong boy who is, not like john blond, but ginger - still his hair looks similar to john's (talking about bbc sherlock and john here btw) with it being much fairer than sherlock's. he also has a "chubbier" face, just like john.

second: their personalities: charlie is this openly gay, very smart, "weird geek" kinda kid, who is getting bullied (which is kinda obvious that this happened to sherlock too, because that one dude who went to uni with him was such a bully in TBB (was it tbb?)). whereas nick is this popular boy as a rugby captain (which we all know is a an accepted headcanon for john in teenlock fics). everyone loves him. he is handsome, strong but kind and loyal and willing to put up a fight for his boyfriend sherlock charlie.

tori is eurus: i am not saying tori (charlie's sister) is a psychopath with multiple personalities (sherlock's sister) but... especially in the first few episodes she appeared out of nowhere creepily watching her brother from a corner. she also has the same hair length and color and bright eyes like eurus. idk if it's just me but she gives me eurus vibes... especially from her looks. she looks SO MUCH like eurus.

charlie & his coat: he loves it. he also likes scarves.

charlie has a purple button up shirt too. (PSSOOOOOSSSSS!!!)

their sexuality: charlie is openly gay. sherlock is a gay icon and he must be out to at least a few people because WHY ELSE would mrs. hudson imply they might not need two separate bedrooms oN ThE dAy jOhNLoCk mOvE iN tOgEtHeR?! nick is like a MAJOR BISASTER who is SO CONFUSED by his feelings for this cute curly haired smart boy that entered his life and who he kinda wants to spend all his time with...?! does that remind you of someone?

charlie almost never eats... sherlock however does all the time oh wait... no he doesn't.

i might be lashing out a bit here but their names: in S1E7 nick calls charlie "char"... which sounds similar to john calling his partner in crime (see what i did there? ;P) pretty often "sher"... it seems to be a thing that happens especially when john is being caught off guard in the middle of his sentence (like sherlock running away or sth) and nick seemed not to notice he was saying that either until charlie pointed it out. oh and charlie - short for charles... if you scramble it up a bit you could make "sherlac" out of it. which isn't the same as "sherlock" but it's pretty darn close if you ask me. oh and nick? contains of exactly four letters - just like john ;)

okay i am done now. do you agree??? did i miss something?! i mean i might have overdone it a bit but like COME ON?!

#heartstopper #johnlock #charlie and nick #narlie #heartstopper on netflix #bbc sherlock #sherlock #bbc johnlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #sherlock x john #teenlock #heartstopper is teenlock #psos #topsyturvy turtely #turtely

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Marlene thought Dorcas was a pretentious bitch. Just like the rest of her friends. They were brainless girls who only talked about makeup and boys.

Marlene hated what Dorcas represented. Such a superficial princess. None of them cared about important issues. They thought they were better than everyone else just for having money. Marlene's family was considerably rich too. But she didn't walk around bragging about it. Marlene's friends were different. They cared about deep stuff.

But what Marlene hated the most was that Dorcas was so pretty, it was annoying.

Marlene wasn't a beautiful girl. She was funny looking and sometimes she hated what she saw in the mirror. She was skinny and flat.

So it was annoyingly funny how Dorcas was effortlessly pretty.

Most people at school agreed it was Alice the prettiest girl. But Dorcas had her appealing too. And God! Marlene hated to think that way.

She had to stop herself from looking at her now and then. Sure, she had beauty but she surely had nothing in her brain.

For Dorcas, Marlene McKinnon was an interesting person. Marlene was loud and funny. She was chaotic and said what she wanted when she wanted. She was strong. She was nothing of what Dorcas was. Sometimes Dorcas wished she had the confidence Marlene had. She wished she could tell everyone to fuck off and be more herself. She wished she could tell her mother what she thought, what she wanted.

Sometimes Dorcas admired Marlene from afar. Especially when she jumped to defend one of her friends, or claim something that wasn't fair. Dorcas sometimes found herself biting her lip to not smile at Marlene's funny comments.

But no. Maybe Dorcas' friends were right. Marlene McKinnon sometimes thought she could change the world. But someone had to put her in her place. Someone needed to shut her up. Sometimes Marlene McKinnon was annoying. Dorcas was jealous and angry because Marlene was everything she wanted to be.

Comically, they had to compete in the atheism test that morning. The two groups of girls had chosen Marlene and Dorcas to represent them. Marlene had trained rugby practically her whole life. And Dorcas trained ballet ever since she could remember. They both were in good shape.

Before Madam Hooch blew the whistle, there was a fatal war being prepared. The two groups were killing each other with their eyes.

"This would be easy. You are totally gonna win!" Mary whispered in Marlene's ear.

"Are you sure?"

Dorcas was stretching already. Marlene couldn't look away.

"She is a dancer... What does she do? Flip and turn? You play rugby. Bet you run faster"

"Of course this is not an actual competition. Just a P. E class" Lily smiled.

Mary rolled her eyes.

"Fucking destroy her, Marly"

"I believe in you, Cas" Alecto was telling Dorcas in the meanwhile "You totally have this"

"Of course I have this"

"Marlene plays Rugby" Alice intervened "She is good at running"

"Al! What side are you on?"

"I am faster than her" Dorcas said side glancing at Marlene. She was sure of it. She wanted to be faster.

"Show those ordinary bitches who rules this school" Alecto snorted at her own comment and crossed her arms confidently.

"We believe in you, girl" Joss added, popping her bubblegum.

Dorcas smiled. Marlene was sweating everywhere.

"Places, girls!"

Dorcas and Marlene walked to the start line. They shook their bodies and streched for the last time. Their respective friends cheered for them.

Both girls wanted to look at each other. But none of them dared. Anyway, both Dorcas and Marlene had thrist of a sweet victory and see the other's face when they lose.

"Ready?" Madam Hooch announced.

Dorcas and Marlene adopted the start position, with their eyes determined on the front.

As soon as Madam Hooch blew her whistle, both girls began running as fast as they could. So fast that the girls' cheerings stayed way behind.

They were both very good. They were running at the same speed. Very close to each other.

Marlene was the one to look first. Just for a second. Dorcas' concentration face made her smile. She was red already. But not in a bad way. She was still pretty. Her hair perfectly combed in a ponytail. Marlene probably looked terrible.

"Nice speed, Meadowes..." Marlene commented "For a ballet dancer"

That comment made Dorcas lose focus. She was suddenly very angry. No one got it. Ballet was a very hard sport. It required more discipline than any other. Even rugby.

Dorcas' desconcentration gave Marlene advantage and she left Dorcas a bit behind, very pleased with herself.

Dorcas got even more furious. She wanted to pull that girl's hair. And push her to the ground.

That determination made Dorcas run faster. Marlene was smiling relaxed when Dorcas reached her. Dorcas pushed her a bit too hard before running past her.

"Hey!" Marlene protested.

Now it was Dorcas' turn feel a momentary triumph. She smiled to herself. But Marlene was just behind her. She pushed Dorcas as well. As sweet revenge.

But it wasn't a small push. Dorcas actually dropped to the floor with a shriek. Marlene stopped smiling. And she stopped running. She hadn't pushed her that hard, had she?

"You pushed me!" Dorcas yelled indignated.

She was grabbing her arm now. It was bleeding. Dorcas' face was full of dirt. And her hair wasn't so perfect anymore.

Marlene felt guilty.

"You freaking pushed me!" Dorcas shouted louder. Just in time for Madam Hooch to hear her.

"What is going on?"

Madam Hooch looked between the two girls. Dorcas was furious. Like she wanted to kill Marlene. The latter just shook her head. Perhaps in shock of what had happened.

"Come on, Miss Meadowes" Hooch said, understanding what had happened and helping Dorcas get to her feet "I'll take you to see Pomfrey"

Dorcas groaned as she stood up, helped by Hooch.

"You'll have to visit Dumbledore's office" Hooch said looking at Marlene.

"She pushed me first!" Marlene protested "She is a cheater!"

Dorcas glanced at her furiously.

"I wasn't the one to push you to the ground, you beast!"

Marlene got furious. She hated when people called her an animal or a beast. Sometimes she didn't feel delicate enough.

"I'll show you how much of a beast I am!" Marlene snapped coming closer, willing to hit this girl or something. But Madam Hooch out herself between them.

"I meant both of you, Ladies" she tutted "You didn't have to be this competitive"

Oh but they had to. This was more than an athletic exercise. It was about dignity. It had been years and years of hating each other. Of their groups being rivals.

They both stared at each other with hate.

Brainless vs Interesting. Marlene thought.

Brutal vs decent. Dorcas thought.

************''

After a heated argument at Dumbledore's office, Marlene defending she only pushed Dorcas because she pushed her first. And Dorcas calling Marlene wild and reckless.

"I thought P. E. was supposed to be safe. But she almost killed me!"

"Oh please pretty princess" Marlene rolled her eyes "You just broke your nail or something"

"My arm literally bled!"

Marlene gasped "I didn't know plastic dolls could bleed"

Dumbledore wasn't angry. He mainly laughed at Marlene and Dorcas' bickering.

"I think these two need some time alone..." he said "To get to know each other better and make all the misunderstandings go away" he winked "Don't you agree, Rolanda?"

Madam Hooch blinked.

"Oh yeah, certainly"

Dumbledore smiled.

"You can decide the punishment"

At the end, Marlene and Dorcas had to arrange the sports cellar which was actually a mess to begin with. Balls, sports equipment, and some old smelly uniforms were everywhere. But the worst part was spending two hours with each other. Yeah, Madam Hooch gave them TWO HOURS!

"Please don't kill each other in the process" Madam Hooch said. Both girls had their arms crossed staring to the other side.

"Or break anything..." Hooch added "I'll be back in an hour to check up on you"

Madam Hooch left not before looking between two girls. She was afraid they would get into more trouble.

Nor Marlene or Dorcas spoke after Hooch closed the door. They were both furious. Then after a long silence, Dorcas spoke first.

"Let's just get this over with" she sighed as she grabbed her hair in a ponytail "The faster we do it, the faster we can go"

Marlene smiled.

"I am not planning on moving a finger!" Marlene snapped "I didn't do anything wrong"

"You literally pushed me to the floor!"

It was cute how Dorcas put her hands on her hips when she was angry. She looked like a pissed mother about to scold her child.

"Only because you pushed me first!" Marlene snapped "And come on! I didn't push you that hard... Are you that delicate, princess?"

Dorcas didn't want to admit that perhaps she had exaggerated all of it. She had been furious and scared that McKinnon might win. And her mother had taught her to be competitive. Her arm bled but she could've kept on running. She had hurt herself a lot of times during ballet.

"Look!" Dorcas took a deep breath "I didn't come here to discuss with you. I am here to serve detention. If you don't want to work, fine. But so you know, I will tell Madam Hooch about it"

It was that air of superiority that drove Marlene insane. She hated Dorcas for that. She hated all of her friends for that.

"Fine!" Marlene exclaimed and sat down on a box.

"FINE!" Dorcas snapped back and turned to work. Not before adding. "You bitch" under her breath.

At first Dorcas started moving some balls reluctantly. Marlene began singing a song and looking at her nails in a relaxing way. She could be a bitch if she wanted to.

Dorcas rolled her eyes every two seconds. Marlene had nothing against her. She was actually sorry that someone so pretty would hate her. Wait what?

It wasn't until Marlene saw Dorcas trying to move a heavy equipment and failing that she decided to help. Dorcas' arm was hurt anyway.

"Let me..." she said as she approached "I have stronger arms"

Marlene started moving the equipment.

"I have strong arms as well" Dorcas snapped "But one of them bled because you pushed me!"

"Only because you pushed me first!"

"You know what, McKinnon?" Dorcas said "Everyone was right about you. You are a crazy phsyco bitch that would do anything to have whatever she wants"

"At least I do something! You don't even use your brain" Marlene smiled poking Dorcas' head "Hello? Is there a tiny braincell alive?"

Dorcas pushed her hand away. And Marlene giggled. Dorcas didn't, she was determined to stay angry. Marlene found this hilarious.

They were interrupted by Dorcas' phone ringing. She took it out from her pocket and cursed before picking up.

"Hello?"

Marlene could hear screaming from the other side of the line. Dorcas closed her eyes in frustration.

"It was not a big deal, mum!" she tried to say over the yelling.

"I'm fine! I didn't hurt myself!" Dorcas added as Marlene pretended to clean a shelf but she was paying attention to the conversation.

"I am perfectly fine for practice!" Dorcas continued "No! I told you it is not neccesary for you to come here. I am fine.... No... I don't know the name of the girl..." Dorcas eyed at Marlene "It is okay. It wasn't a big deal.... No one needs to be expelled..."

Woow... Expelled?

"Okay mum.... I know... I know...." Dorcas rolled her eyes "I have to go... I will call you later"

Dorcas hung up indignated.

"I see where you get that exaggerated personality from, princess"

Dorcas sighed.

"Just thank I didn't tell my mum how you almost killed me"

Was that a smile on Dorcas' face?

"That's what I am talking about... Exaggerated..."

"She is constantly scared that I would damage  her investment..."

"Her investment?"

"Me... My body..." Dorcas explained "I have to become the ballet dancer that she used to be. Even better... So she has my future all planned out so she is scared that by not taking care of my body, she will lose everything"

"Dude... You just bled a little bit"

"Only that gets her nervous" Dorcas shrugged.

Marlene was reminded of her brother Adam. And how her father wanted the same from him. Marcus wanted for Adam to be the next rugby star. Just like he used to be. So he pressured him a lot.

"Sometimes I feel like my mum doesn't care about me. Just about the potential dancer I could be"

Marlene noticed the sadness in her words. So she said:

"My dad does the same with my brother... Adam..." Marlene took a seat.

"I know all about your family... I know who your brother is" Dorcas took a seat next to her.

"A whinny twat?"

Dorcas giggled at that. Marlene realized it felt nice to make her laugh.

"Adam is a wanker but my dad pressures him a lot sometimes... He forgets he is his son"

What Dorcas didn't know was that sometimes Marlene wished she was in Adam's position. To feel good enough and worth it to be trained by her father. But she was a girl. And for Marcus McKinnon girls weren't good enough.

"My mum pressures me a lot as well" Dorcas added "Sometimes I feel like I need to be perfect all the time and it is exhausting"

Dorcas hadn't told this to anyone but somehow with Marlene it was easy. Or perhaps it was her constant need to compete, this time about whose parent was worse.

Marlene was trying to settle her feet in a gym ball. Dorcas smiled.

"I need to have the perfect grades and be perfect at ballet... No alcohol or drugs... No junk food... And there's also this pressure of being a cool teenager who has friends, drinks and gets high at parties..."

"Damn..." Marlene said "You sound even more stressed than my mum... And her job is so demanding that she has to work on the weekends"

"Sorry..." Dorcas bit her lip.

"It's okay..." Marlene smiled "Now I feel bad for pushing you. That was crappie of me"

Dorcas chuckled "Yeah it was"

"But you pushed me first!" Marlene added smiling.

Dorcas smiled too.

"Okay, McKinnon, I pushed you first"

Marlene giggled. Now her feet were playing with the ball. There were silent for a while. Dorcas touched her bandage. And Marlene felt guilty again.

"You don't only think about boys and makeup, right?"

Dorcas looked at her.

"Ha?"

"You're not just a plastic doll, yeah?" Marlene added "I just... I thought you were different... I got you all wrong"

"I'm not a plastic bitch..." Dorcas tutted "Neither are my friends..." she added "We are more profound than you think, you know?"

"Oh yeah?" Marlene raised an eyebrow "Even Alecto?"

Dorcas giggled "Even Alecto"

"I mean she cried the other day because one of her nails broke"

Dorcas snorted "She has been spoiled her whole life. Her father adores her... I mean he bought her another phone the other day because the last one was a bit scratched..."

Marlene giggled "No..."

Dorcas laughed too.

"And Joss keeps one of those little bottles of booze in her purse just in case she needs to have fun"

"What?"

"She never drinks it anyway..." Dorcas giggled.

"They amaze me by their intelectual brains!" Marlene said sarcastically. Dorcas laughed. Marlene couldn't help but laugh as well.

"Can I ask you something?"

Dorcas nodded.

"Is Josephine's gum made of... Marihuana?" she whispered the last word.

Dorcas chuckled.

"What? No!"

"It is just that she chews gum all day and there are a lot of rumors running around"

Dorcas shook her head and laughed a bit more.

"It is regular gum...." Dorcas said "I think"

Marlene giggled.

"They are my friends and I like them though" Dorcas added "Alice too"

Marlene thought about Mary and Lily. She would do anything for them. She loved them.

"I know what you mean" Marlene nodded.

Dorcas smiled. Marlene did too. They weren't so different after all.

************

"I heard you want to be Team Captain next year"

They decided to get to work finally. It wasn't that bad. They got distracted by conversation. Somehow it was easy to tell each other stuff. As if they were the bestest of friends. Dorcas was enjoying the little smiles Marlene gave her each time she helped her with something heavy.

"Oh yeah..." Marlene answered embarrassed "It would be cool"

"Everyone just assumed the Captain for Gryffindor would be James Potter"

Marlene rolled her eyes.

"That wanker is confident about it and that pisses me off"

"I think it is cool" Dorcas smiled "You would be a good Captain"

Marlene blushed. She didn't know why. She wasn’t used to people complementing her rugby skills. Her friends didn't care about sports and the boys supported James.

"Thanks..."

"So what's the plan?"

"The plan?"

"Yeah... To win the spot from Potter"

"I was going to bribe him with a date with Lily..." Marlene said and Dorcas chuckled "But Lily was not willing to help me so..."

"Can I give you an advice?"

"Yeah"

"Just show everyone how passionate you are about rugby. How you actually care about the team"

It was actually good advice. It sounded so simple. But Marlene was scared to not be good enough.

"I thought you would want Slytherin to win the cup" she said curiously "Why would you give me advice?"

"Because I would love to see a girl Captain at Hogwarts"

Marlene smiled.

"Have you ever thought about playing rugby?"

Dorcas shook her head.

"Rugby is not my thing. Ballet is" Dorcas explained "But I enjoy watching people play"

Marlene smirked "I think ballet is really cool... I mean I would look ridiculous dancing it..."

Dorcas chuckled.

"But it is nice... You definitely do a great job at it"

Dorcas blushed. Only because she adored when people complemented her dancing. She was constantly putting herself down.

"Uuh!" Marlene approached happily, with a mischievous smile on her face. Dorcas couldn't help but smile.

"What if we exchange lesson for lesson?"

Dorcas raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I will teach you about rugby and you teach me about ballet" Marlene shrugged.

But she was smiling, very excited about the idea.

"That would be cool" Dorcas nodded "I would love to see you dancing, McKinnon. Something tells me you have two left feet"

Marlene gasped "Excuse me?"

Dorcas laughed.

"They say I move my butt very smoothly, thank you"

"Very smoothly?" Dorcas teased.

Marlene laughed. Dorcas was smiling.

"No but really..." Marlene took out her pinky "Promise?"

Dorcas grabbed her pinky with hers.

"Promise"

They laughed in a silly way. But they didn't move their hands away. They stayed like that for a second, with her fingers intertwined and giving at each other shy looks.

"I guess... You're not a brainless bitch Meadowes..." Marlene whispered.

"And you're not a Reckless beast, McKinnon" Dorcas whispered back.

Marlene chuckled at that. Dorcas giggled. They still hadn't moved their hands.

They only did it when Madam Hooch crossed the door.

"Girls..." she said with a smile "I see you have become great friends"

"Friends? Nah... I hate her ass" Marlene said sarcastically.

"And she is so annoying... God..." Dorcas added with the same tone.

Madam Hooch smiled.

"Well, you had one hour left and you didn't finish cleaning.... But I decided I will let you guys go..."

"God, really?" Marlene asked.

"Yeah" Hooch nodded "But behave nicely"

"Come on, Hooch... You know me..."

"Get out of here, McKinnon"

"Okay"

Dorcas laughed as she followed Marlene outside. Once they were out of that shed, they realized they had come back to the reality. A reality in which they belonged to different worlds. Rugby, Ballet. Gryffindor, Slytherin. The Knights, The Marauders. Would it be possible for them to be friends? Both of them wanted to hang out and see each other again. Was that pathetic?

"I will..."

"Yeah"

"See you around"

"Of course..."

They both smiled.

"Bye McKinnon..."

"Bye Meadowes"

And they both walked away in different directions.

#marauders #maraudersera #muggle au #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #rivals to lovers #dorcas x marlene

[dietraumerei]

Weekly Writing and Reading Update

Christ, just when I get over covid (well, mostly, I'm still not 100% by any stretch), the rugby comes and kills me with that Fiji v Wales match. What a game. I guess I'm happy Wales didn't suck and also won, but honestly Fiji deserved a win and also I'm now a Fiji rugby superfan, what an incredible team, what incredible sport. And now I shall move from watching Large Men to watching Skinny Bois because I really want to watch the final stage of Tour of Britain, if only to see them leave from Port Talbot (okay, Margam park) with my own eyes. Just maybe tomorrow, because I am *spent*. Writing

I was very up and down health-wise this week, but somehow managed to get a good start on Whumptober? My file is saying 35k words, and I think I have about six or seven of the prompts completely filled. I'm not going to force myself to do all 31, but jiminy, it'd be nice to have an idea now and again that doesn't result in a 7-10k story. I want to be sure to work on at the back of the holy temple, a duet for two voices this week, just because it's easy for things to fall through the cracks in how fun and easy Whumptober is to write. (I also want to re-watch S2, now that my brain works again, and I'm hoping that will nudge me to write canonverse!) Reading Still ramping up on this, I think; covid really killed my ability to concentrate, but I am def back to reading before bed, etc. It's nice.

#weekly update

[tillxthexearthxstartsxtoxcrumble]

This is just me being a bit overprotective of how heartstopper showed teens cause one of my favorite things about it is that none of them have, like, unrealistic body expectations. Even if they're extremely athletic, none of them have six-packs or anything like that. It shows what teens actually look like and that's special to me. But I've read and seen a couple things now where they make characters look completely different from what they look like in cannon. Especially Nick Nelson. He's a teen boy. He's drawn to have a gut, and that's normal. He is a teenager. Please, please, PLEASE stop changing that in fanfictions. People can be attractive without looking super lean and fit.

But also Charlie!! Charlie is a small person and he's skinny. Tao is kinda short and scrawny (as they say with the whole "Twig arms" joke). They never really mention anyone's weight, height, or size.

I do want to focus a lot on other characters besides Nick as well because they are great things to focus on, all of them are really good representations of teenagers. But I haven't seen nearly as much of people changing their body in fanart and fanfiction.

I know that Kit now is really fit and athletic, they've joked about it before, but even then I don't see it as much of a reason to act like Nick can magically look like an actor that goes through training and probably has someone to help with their diet to make sure they can look a certain way for a role. Teenagers don't have that. Teenagers come in all shapes and sizes and it's important to keep them to what they are shown as in cannon. Especially in this cannon. Because this is the most realistic representation I've seen of teenagers, probably ever.

*Any part in bold from here on out might have spoilers for the heartstopper comics if you haven't read volume 3 & 4*

(Warning for content: mentions of eating disorders.)

One thing that is shown in character design, is Charlie and his eating disorder. Charlie has a hard time eating anything, especially when he gets stressed and feels like he doesn't have control over things. Charlie is skinny, and he isn't too athletic (yes, he was on the rugby team but (at least in the show) he isn't anymore). Charlie is scrawny, and that is part of his character design, and it is important to his storyline because that is a big driving point of volumes 3&4.

SHOULD BE SPOILER FREE FROM THIS POINT ON <3

With other characters there aren't too many things that make their character designs super important to be true to their character, but it is still important to draw teens naturally, because it can cause a LOT of harm to someone's mentality to see a teen look a certain way and no matter what they do they can't have that. Teen or not.

This is mostly just me ranting and it might not be me saying much that made sense or anything, but I felt it was important to talk about.

In a lot of media about teenagers we see extremely unrealistic body expectations. Even good shows. But a lot of very popular shows about teens in high school cast 20-30 year olds where they look drastically different from most teenagers and that can be very harmful to teens who watch those shows and start doing things to try and look like that. Whether it's over excersising, developing and eating disorder, or being unhealthy in any other way. It's sadly a big thing to see normal teenagers now and that's why it's important to me that we keep Heartstopper to stay that way.

100% feel free to reblog or reply with things you would like to add. If I mentioned anything that is harmful to this topic, please do tell me because I don't want to spread any harmful information.

#heartstopper #body image #eating disorder tw #heartstopper spoilers #nick nelson #charlie spring

[sister-hawk]

i know that Gideon is supposed to be pretty jacked. apparently Muir described her physique as that of a rugby player. but the cover art depicts her as being quite thin, almost lanky. and honestly, sometimes I actually prefer to think of Gideon as having something of a “skinny high school boy who thinks he’s way stronger than he really is but won’t admit it” kind of vibe and i get a good chuckle

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #gideon nav

[tiny-tigers]

Jack van Poortvliet was 15 when they told him he was not going to make it. Leicester’s age-group selectors felt there were bigger, better scrum-halves out there and, for a while, the farmer’s son from Norfolk was inconsolable. “It was everything to me and I was absolutely devastated. I remember the other boys at school trying to pick me up. I was so glum and shed a few tears. It was tough.”

So when you see Van Poortvliet, still only 21, running out for England in this year’s Six Nations championship do not make the mistake of thinking he was always the chosen one. The one destined to score a try on his England debut in Australia last summer. The one who could play international rugby for the next decade. The long-term heir apparent to one of his schoolboy local heroes, Ben Youngs.

Because Van Poortvliet’s perceived “overnight success” is not simply a story of wide open fields and easily harvested dreams. If anything he is an example to all those who have abandoned hope at the first hint of rejection. Or stared into their fridge at home wondering how on earth to transform their skinny adolescent frame into something akin to an international athlete. “It’s always been the same since I was a kid. I’d say, ‘I need to try and put on weight and size to cope more with the contact area.’ Dad knows if I’m coming home because I’ll already have told Mum and the fridge fills up.”

Sitting opposite him on a midweek lunchtime in Leicester you would never guess it was an issue. Even Popeye would envy his biceps and there are many slighter 9s out there. Once, though, he was the little lad at Oakham with his nose pressed to the big boys’ window. “I didn’t grow until I was 16 or 17. In my first year in the academy I hardly played. I was fourth-choice scrum-half. But then I had my growth spurt and grew into myself a bit.”

Still, though, it took him a while. He was not chosen for Leicester’s under-18 side for an academy final which the club won. Nor did Steve Borthwick, now England’s head coach, pick him for last season’s Premiership final, opting instead for the experience of Youngs and Richard Wigglesworth. “I’ve had heaps of dips along the road. Each year I’d have disappointments. It definitely helped me to push harder and work harder.”

Being competitive has also helped. Van Poortvliet would be furious even if he lost a family game of Monopoly. “I hate losing. Always have. I’d lose a tennis match and I’d storm off in a sulk.” Occasionally it made sport a chore rather than a pleasure. “I’d be so angry and sulky if I played badly or didn’t get picked. It almost took the enjoyment out of it. I’ve learned to enjoy it more but I haven’t lost that competitiveness.”

Sports psychology sessions have also bolstered his self-belief. “I’ve always had battles with myself. I used to get really nervous. I’ve worked hard to manage that.”

The odds on a rural speck on the East Anglian map supplying two contemporary England scrum-halves only start to become less outrageous when you appreciate the motivational ripple effect Youngs and his brother Tom have had on rugby locally. It also helped that Van Poortvliet, Freddie Steward and Tommy Freeman – all England squad members – played against each other for, respectively, North Walsham, Holt and Wymondham from the age of eight.

“The whole buzz around Norfolk rugby probably came from Tom and Ben,” confirms Van Poortvliet. “Everybody you speak to around my age would have been looking up to them. To have local players come through just boosts everybody.”

Van Poortvliet, whose great, great-grandfather relocated from Holland to Norfolk before the first world war, also has some Scottish blood courtesy of his mother, Sarah. “My grandad is part Scottish and all his brothers and family were born in Scotland. He has supported Scotland in the past.” During next weekend’s Calcutta Cup encounter at Twickenham, though, the young half-back will be more preoccupied with ensuring there is no repeat of his chastening outing against New Zealand last autumn.

Afterwards his opposite number Aaron Smith told him the All Blacks had deliberately singled him out, starting with an early intercept by Dalton Papali’i. “The big thing I learned from the New Zealand game, which didn’t go my way, was trying not to compound errors and to realise more quickly if a team is targeting you. But Aaron was very kind afterwards. He told me days like that happen and that he’d had plenty of them. He was really positive and said I had a bright time ahead of me.”

Twickenham’s regulars will be among those hoping so. Van Poortvliet has been known to play bass guitar in an in-house band at Tigers which also involved Jasper Wiese – “He was very good at the Elvis songs” – Steward, Dan Kelly, Matt Scott and Guy Porter but what Borthwick’s England presently need most is a more consistent on-field rhythm and tempo.

So if he can outwit another Norfolk-born No 9, Ali Price, and France’s supreme Antoine Dupont, even the evergreen Youngs may have to accept the future has finally arrived. “I want to play as many times as I can for England,” emphasises Van Poortvliet. “I’ve always had the drive to be the best person I can. I’d hate the feeling of not having fulfilled my potential.” You already get the sense he will be around for some time.

#BABY #jvp #I feel everyday more proud to love you so #my hero #such an example to me :'( #the bass being mentioned !!!! the grumpy side !!! #I feel like I know him so well sometimes

[astraeal]

Well, in that case... don't mind if I do!!

Modern AU Aster introducing Jack for the first time to his friends??? Maybe North teasing him endlessly?? Tooth going "I knew it and you all called me crazy", or something???

Jack wanting to crawl into a hole and die a little?? XD

It's so nice to find someone else around here currently creating content for this ship!! <3

ship: e. aster bunnymund/jack frost rating: teen and up audiences a/n: yet another jackrabbit au; this one just a straight up human and modern interpretation of the gang from the movie, no additional angst or history added on my part (for once…kinda)

“Are you sure they’re going to like me?” Jack knows he’s asked this question many, many times over the past few days, but he needs to make sure. Being with adults – even Aster’s friends – is not exactly his comfort zone. He’d much rather be at the kid table in life, free of responsibilities.

And what if Aster’s friends are all the same brooding artsy type that Aster is? Jack likes it on Aster, but he’s not sure he can handle more than just the one.

“Mate, they’ve been buggin me to meet you just as much as you’ve been buggin me to see ‘em. ‘Course they’re gonna like you.”

Jack blushes from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, watching Aster get dressed. Though Jack’s an early riser, he tends to leave the actual getting ready portion of the morning until Aster’s process is well under way.

The Aussie’s in the midst of lotioning his arms, spreading moisturizer across the warmth of his skin and spread of his tattoos. He looks over, bright green eyes assessing Jack’s face, and the white-haired boy looks askance, caught oogling once again.

“I’m just saying, I don’t want to make a bad impression on your friends. They’re important to you.”

Aster climbs onto the bed, cupping Jack’s jaw in with his index finger and thumb. He makes him look up at him, verdant eyes meeting oceanic blue, locked together in a warm embrace.

“And you’re important to me too, snowflake. Don’t downplay that.”

Jack blushes again, lips parted as if in anticipation of a kiss. “O-okay…”

Aster smiles, self-assuredly. “Good. We’re in agreement then. You’re important, they’re important, everyone’s important, so it’ll all be fine.”

Jack smiles at that, reassured, and hops off the bed. He’s wearing torn black skinny jeans, bright blue Converse, and one of Aster’s old letterman’s jackets from his rugby days over a simple white t-shirt. The dark grey and bright yellow stand out against his normal color palette of white and blue, but Aster has reassured him several times that it looks perfectly fine on him, and between the two of them, Aster’s the expert in color theory, so it all works out.

Aster, dressed in simple black jeans (without tears thank you very much), a pink and white pinstriped short-sleeve button down shirt, grey cardigan, and black boots, follows Jack out of the bedroom and into the rest of the apartment.

Read the rest here!

#sinattea #inbox #jackrabbit #e. aster bunnymund #jack frost #human au #modern au #thank you for the prompt!! #i hope this is what you were feeling 🥰

[batboyblog]

hello @queerarrow thanks so much for taking the time to comment on my thoughts, it was interesting and I wanted to address some of them here:

Two things I don't think gay media is lacking in hope or joy focused stories? The movie Love, Simon comes to mind, where his coming out is supported by his mom with a lovely speech, it ends with a Ferris wheel romantic moment and the final scene is Simon with his friend group in the car now plus boyfriend getting their morning coffee as an upbeat squad. There for sure is a narrative about gay media being a downer but I think thats a little disingenuous, and feels like again the conversation around Heartstopper is trying to take advantage of that narrative to sell itself as the "only" hopeful and positive gay YA story.

thing two is... I don't think they do deal with problems in a hopeful way? which maybe is different from focusing on hope and joy? The only serious issue they really focus on is bullying and how do they deal with it? Charlie quits, he leaves the Rugby team? something we're shown him enjoying, but once a bully shows up he quits gives up, leaves. He doesn't show that he a skinny gay boy can do rugby even though he's not "supposed to" as gay boy, it doesn't show that the team rallies to support Charlie against a homophobic bully (that'd be hopeful) it should Charlie walking out of Rugby and indeed not even for himself but for Nick. Charlie hasn't learned anything across the show, he's still putting a boy's needs/happiness over his own, just like with Ben. Then Nick also "quits" (or walks out of Sports day, idk how British school works, but the implication was he quit Rugby) so the hopeful and joy filled way they deal with the serious issue of bullying is to... run away? to allow the bully to get what he wants? (no queers in sports) I agree that the visuals and narrative focus on the positive side of the scene, ie that Charlie and Nick are together and Nick picked Charlie over sports.

I think people often frame it as an either or, I don't think anyone is saying Nick and Charlie need to be getting it on. Only the show doesn't do a very good job of showing thats something they might want to do at some point? The kissing is very cautious, demure, and polite, now that might be the actors maybe they were not comfortable really macking on each other, or putting hands on hips or into back pockets etc. But the result is there's a lot of romance without a lot of desire. Which links back to Ben, narratively I think we can all agree Ben going through all the trouble of sneaking around with Charlie and Charlie going through all the trouble for 3 second chased kisses doesn't make a whole lot of sense, particularly as we are shown clearly later that Ben does not respect Charlie in general and his boundaries in particular. And I think it's troubling that the gay character who is the most sexualized, Ben, is also very rapey since a long standing stereotype of gay men is that we're sexually dangerous and untrustworthy.

I mean I hope they do do something, I'm unsure what they could do to turn Ben into a real character rather than a cartoon villain, and given the over all black white morality of the show's thinking I have doubts, plus it does kinda feel like a damage done thing. But yeah they have two more seasons to add a little complexity to his character, maybe explain why Charlie "went out with him" at all since the narrative need to make sure Charlie wasn't "cheating" really destroyed any kind of relationship they. might have had.

So there's a thing in storytelling called "show, don't tell" which is we the readers or viewers should see what we're being told about. Don't have a character say "he was so freaking tall!" have us slowly pan upward along a very tall man. Any ways we're told about Elle's trans experiences, all of which have to do with bullying and abuse for being trans (again not very joyful..) but we don't see them. Indeed a friend of mine missed the line about the transphobic teacher, and picked up the line about her hair when she's talking to the girls. And my friend, being black, assumed the bullying and school switch was about her being a black girl with big natural hair, a common problem black girls face (hair bullying that is). So he thought she was a cis girl for like 4-5 episodes. And indeed if you changed the reason she was bullied, literally turn "transphobe" into "racist" with ADR, nothing would change for Elle's story. I mean it's cool a trans actress got a role on a big show, and I think it's cool in general terms to have a trans friend in a friend group and it be not be a big deal thats cool. But it's pretty clear that the show either didn't want to or didn't know how to tell an explicitly trans story/love story for Elle and Tao and basically avoiding any of the emotional or psychological road blocks either of them feel about falling in love/dating.

#Heartstopper #Ben Hope #meta #gay stuff

[ratthingidk]

I really wanna read an AU where like, Deku plays Australian Rugby League. I play, but I’m absolute shit and don’t know that much, so it’d be really cool if someone could just write that for me.

Like the story would be middle school Deku, he would look like the Manga version(cause that one just slays), and he would still wanna be a hero, but secretly has been playing Rugby since he was 11 or something.(cause it’s a really common age to start at, and the age 6) Dekus like really sporty secretly and only some kids at his school know about it,(not including BK) and his teams really supportive of him and they get along great. His personality would be a little different though when he’s out there hanging with his teammates. Like he’d be a normal school boy, just a little more polite and not as much of a dick, y’know. Like he’d have that strong slim body. He’s skinny, but not twig skinny.

I might write a story or something about it, but if anyone finds it(probably be on WattPad since that’s the easiest to use), then please don’t judge if I get things wrong.