#tw food insecurity

[calicoconstellation]

Hot take: SNAP/EBT (foodstamps) should be usable for buying hot ready made food. Not allowing poor people to get takeout is just punishing disabled people who can't cook just cause we're poor. I shouldn't have to choose between my last spoons and eating.

Second hot take: able-bodied poor people who can cook also deserve takeout. Everyone has days they're too exhausted to cook. No one should be punished for being poor. Easy access to food shouldn't be a fucking privilege.

-Saffron

#i just had the best fucking hot sandwich and I'm so mad about it #chronically ill #fuck capitalism #actually disabled #tw food insecurity

[angelsdean]

ok no i am gonna think abt it and i am gonna cry abt it. mary jokes, "could you eat that any faster" and dean jokes back "no. no, i could not" and mary has no idea that dean hoards food and dean eats fast bc he spent so much of his childhood food insecure and starving. dean loves fatty, carby food because it's filling. as an adult now dean indulges in food because he can. food is a comfort. but so many of his food habits are so deeply rooted in the food related trauma he suffered as a child. he still eats fast because he still has that muscle memory of starving and finally getting a meal and going "food in front of you now? eat it up!" he goes for seconds and thirds when food is available because you gotta eat up while you can. and whatever he doesn't end up eating? save it, hoard it, even if it goes bad. keep it for emergencies.

#dean studies #tw food insecurity #tw childhood trauma #vic.txt #dean and food

[strange-and-off-putting]

I’m not going to say I never hear people mention it, because that’s not true, but when people talk about Rimmer’s indulgences in Bodyswap, particularly involving food, people seem to focus almost completely on the fact that Rimmer has been without a body/unable to indulge for ~three years, but mostly don’t talk about the fact that Rimmer spent most of his most formative years being denied food -- not treats, but basic, nourishing food -- as a punishment.  His father canonically denied him food to the point of potentially life-threatening malnutrition. Like, I feel like the man has deep seated issues with food that go way beyond the three or so years of being incorporeal.  

#arnold rimmer #just the most pathetic person you've ever seen #i love him your honor #red dwarf #tw food issues #tw food insecurity

[sophieswundergarten]

Thinking Number Two Thoughts again...

Thinking about her being a kid who can see so much, but can't articulate it. Not that she's not smart, but it takes so much for her to get it out in words that "make sense" and are "acceptable" to other people.

People say she's cryptic and acerbic and mouthy when they don't care to get to know her, and privately she thinks none of these words are quite right, but she's long since given up hope of someone listening to her.

She has so much energy and so many thoughts and no one ever allows her to use them, so it's no wonder she expresses it in other ways. She's vivacious and excited and always racing around and flapping her hands and so full of ideas.

And the adults around her can't stand it

She's jittery and irritating and she can never sit still and she's always hungry for some unknown reason

So she learns to keep still. She learns to sit on her hands and hold her ideas in. She learns to be as negligible as possible and press her lips tight and listen when the grown ups tell her to be seen and not heard.

But she still has some defiance, a small petty victory.

If she won't be heard then she will be seen

Her favourite colour has always been yellow, and she works hard to find and incorporate every scrap of it she can. She learns to sew and to dye and to make the cheap, threadbare, standardized clothes she is issued her own. She is in the back of every classroom, absorbing everything and learning as much as she can. She is outside every meeting room and in every hallway that adults don't want her to be, listening in and forming opinions that she knows no one but herself will care about.

She was small, and that worked to her advantage. She could slip in doorways and hide herself away in cupboards and alcoves. When she started growing, she was presented with a bigger issue.

The first time she fainted she had been sitting on a low wall outside, swinging her legs and watching the leaves blow in the trees. She heard the call to come back inside and jumped up, only to find herself on the ground with an irate matron looking down at her.

Things only got worse from there, and the grown ups at each and every facility she got passed to had the same expression upon seeing her records. The other children whispered behind her back, either questioning why she received extra portions or mocking her for her seemingly constant dizzy spells.

She kept her head down and kept her mouth shut and her wardrobe grew ever more yellow. She could hardly sleep anymore, and when books were available she would sneak away and read all night. (Once she got old enough for the local store owners to accept her lies, she would work any time she could sneak away, saving up her own money to buy a slim volume or two that she treasured above all else)

Sure, it sometimes made her vision a little blurry, but at this point she was pretty sure that had more to do with the fact that the orphanage kitchens never seemed to have enough food lately.

She managed to contain all of her words and ideas and jitters and "oddities" to the nighttime. There, she was free. There, she could squeak and pace and flap her hands and recite snatches of things out loud and no one asked her to explain herself.

She was never sure how other people seemed to manage it. She was always exhausted from trying to obey all the ridiculous unspoken rules that were enforced during the day. But no matter how tired she was when lights out was announced, sleep would still somehow elude her. Better to be productive and capitalize on her precious few hours where she was free from observation than to lay as still as if she were being interrogated by yet another orphanage director and wait in agony.

One late evening, when she was on her way back from sweeping out the barber shop down the street (It had taken hours, but it was more than worth it when she counted the bills and saw she had the money to buy a new book and enough left over for an apple), she saw a flyer taped to a storefront window.

The title caught her eye, in bold yellow print: “ARE YOU A GIFTED CHILD LOOKING FOR SPECIAL OPPORTUNITIES?”

She noted that the flyer seemed to be addressing her, instead of whatever hypothetical adult may have been responsible for her. She appreciated being acknowledged, even if it was just by a piece of paper.

Walking over, she pulled the flyer down, studying it. The location it mentioned wasn't far away, and the date listed was tomorrow. She folded it and slipped it securely into her pocket.

Even if the strange test didn't turn out to be worth her while, she could probably stand to skip an afternoon of odd jobs. And it's not like the orphanage would miss her anyway

#THIS GIRL #THIS LADY #SHE'S SO IMPORTANT TO ME #I'VE BEEN REREADING KEEPING TIME AGAIN #IF YOU COULDN'T GUESS #AND THE NUMBER TWO PART ALWAYS FILLS ME WITH SO MUCH EMOTION #I WANT TO HUG HER #I hope this made sense #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #number two #Also #tw food insecurity #Thanks Milk for the reminder

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Eddie has never considered that meals are an extremely important ritual to some people. He’s always been the kind of guy who’s fine with cold leftovers and cereal without milk. As long as his hunger is sated, he’s good to go.

He isn’t sure what Steve means when he first brings it up about a week after he moves in, when he mentions offhandedly that food is really important to Billy.

Whatever that means.

It becomes more apparent when Eddie starts to notice a trend.

Billy is probably at his happiest when he’s eating, especially if he’s eating one of his go-to comfort foods; namely lasagna, hotdogs, and cheesecake.

He slips into his happy place when he’s enjoying his meal, calm and content, and afterwards he’s usually a little clingy. Likes to be cuddled and take naps in his partners’ arms. Likes being coddled.

It seems cute at the start. Eddie enjoys getting to come home each night and have all two hundred and fifty pounds of Billy in his lap, burying his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck like a lovesick cat while he gets petted. There’s something grounding, he guesses, in being comfortably full after a nice hot meal, that makes Billy so pliant and easygoing.

The exact opposite is true if the ritual is broken.

“Sweetness, it’s alright,” Steve soothes. “C’mere, you’re okay.”

He gently guides a flustered Billy away from the stove, carefully stepping around the shattered plate of spaghetti on the floor. It happened so fast that Eddie didn’t even register it until Steve was bounding into the kitchen from the other room, cradling Billy’s already tear-streaked face in his hands.

The blond is a mess. Hiccuping between little shaky breaths and sobs like he’s physically in pain.

Handling these sorts of things is not Eddie’s strong suit, usually. He’s not like Steve, careful and deliberate with his words, guiding Billy’s breathing with his own calm inhales and exhales. Still, the sight of Steve kissing Billy’s tears away as he cries makes Eddie’s chest clench with sorrow.

He dips down to clean up the mess. Scrapes the noodles into the trash and carefully discards the plate before wiping the sauce from the tile. Then he grabs a fresh plate from the cupboard and loads it with a new pile of spaghetti, topped with an abundance of parmesan.

It’s a small gesture, he thinks, but as he delivers it to his boyfriend, Billy’s eyes light up. Then promptly fill with tears again as he looks up at Eddie through his lashes.

“I’ll have something else, Bills. You should have your spaghetti,” he coos.

“Are you sure?”

“I wrote it down.”

Billy snorts at that. Reluctantly takes the plate from Eddie’s hands and twirls his fork in the noodles, breathing a comfortable sigh when he takes the first bite. His shoulders droop after a moment. Steve smiles and tucks a stray curl behind his ear before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

When Eddie returns to the kitchen, he catches Steve mouthing a thank you, which only makes him that much more eager to eat hot pockets for dinner.

#harringroveson #eddie munson #billy hargrove #steve harrington #tw eating issues #tw food insecurity #st hcs #chubby billy hargrove #also implied autistic billy bc important rituals being broken yadda yadda ya #I think billy would have a complicated relationship with food #my hc is that he eats for comfort #bc maybe a punishment at home was going to bed without dinner or smthn #anyways #he gets viscerally upset if his meal ritual is disturbed or if he’s forced to skip a meal #ficlet #my writing #autistic writer

[askthevoidking]

Safe Zone, Night, please eat the cupcakes. They were a gift handmade just for you, it would be rude not to eat them.

And Monty… *smacks them in the gut with a sledgehammer* What have we said about the fatphobic jokes?

If you want your ask to be used in the MA, put Safe Zone at the start of your message or it won't be used.

I have a total of thirteen asks, and there are two more slots open. When all slots are filled I'll be sure to post it.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

#sams au #trapped forever au #ask blog #Safe Zone MA 11 #tw implied fatphobia #tw food insecurity

[bloodydeanwinchester]

dean winchester would absolutely be like those italian mothers/grandmothers who are always worried about whether you have been eating enough so every time he sees claire or jack he sends them home with food and periodically he sends them money for food just in case because he wants to make sure that his children aren’t food insecure like he was growing up 😭

#deans love language is feeding the people he loves #dean winchester #dean and claire #dean and jack #tw food insecurity

[faggy--butch]

After all the trauma I’ve experienced my whole life, nothing has left such an impact as food insecurity, and absolute poverty. Nothing compares to that. No fear or trauma I will ever have again will overwhelm the deep deep fear of having absolutely nothing again.

#tw food insecurity

[riding-palominos-every-day]

Headcanons:

- Swaps clothes regularly to ensure others have properly-fitting things to wear. Most of his own clothes are either too big or too small, but he pretends he doesn't mind

- Has an unreasonably good sense of smell. He's saved several newsies from food poisoning just from smelling something off with their food

- That doesn't mean he's always sensible with it himself. Jack has to do routine checks under Henry's bunk to make sure he's not trying to hold onto something that's become inedible

- Not good with the younger boys, they're too loud and excitable for him. Elmer is the one exception, even then it helps to have JoJo mediating

#please consider reblogging! #newsies #henry newsies #newsies headcanons #newsies fanart #finch doodles #tw food insecurity #<- just to play it safe

[chaosdisorganized]

Its too late for the food in the fridge. Rest in peace.

Luckily my boyfriend started his job at a fast food restaurant today so we shouldn't be completely going hungry. It still sucks that all that food has to go to waste and we don't have the money to replace it. Such is life as a poor person I guess.

#vent #tw food insecurity

[ritzcrackee]

important question: what exact age do we think riz started drinking coffee to stave off hunger? and when did he start staying up in anticipation of his mom showing up after her being gone for days? and when did he start walking to school early to catch breakfast? and when did he start stuffing his backpack with oranges and peach cups to last him for the weekend? when did he start learning to live without power and water because sklonda forgot to pay the bills? all i'm saying is, maybe riz had one parent, but after pok died and sklonda threw herself into her work, did he really? or was he the scared skinny goblin kid in the back of the class, with a mom who never showed up to parent teacher meetings.

#HI HAHA #I AM NOT PROJECTING ONTO THE SILLY GOBLIN BOY #HAHA NORMALCORING IT UP IN THE RIZ GUKGAK FANDOM !!!! #tw hunger #tw neglect #tw food insecurity #d20 #fh #sorry 4 all the tws i just wanna make sure no one gets jumpscared ing the goddamn d20 tag #jesus man roze normal challenge

[meilo-rambling]

My body is giving out. 

My teeth are rotting, my eyes are blurring, my skin is full of spots and holes. My feet ache and my hair thins. My ribs protrude and I lose weight no matter how much I eat. I faint and I oversleep and I can’t seem to catch my breath. 

And I waste away, day by day. And I hope that someone will hear me crying.  And I hope somehow… I can afford to be fixed. And I work, and it makes me worse. And I pay for the fixing, and I’m back where I started.

And I can’t afford the fixing. And I can’t afford to eat.  And I can’t afford to sleep. And I can’t wake up for work. And I can’t stand long enough to cook. 

So I lay back down.

And I hope that death finally takes me so that I don’t have to work again tomorrow.

#medical neglect #disability #tw medical #tw death #tw food insecurity #poverty #poor and disabled #tw capitalism #disability rights #even for poor people

[angelsdean]

a very specific headcanon i have that i've just written into one of my longer wips (so you won't see the scene for an age) is that john is kinda a dick abt food and dean's eating habits. and he's just. so oblivious to the amount that his kids are suffering when he's gone. because dean sure as hell is not gonna bring up how the money is never enough, how they're near starving toward the end of some weeks. how they've relied on charity more than once. so when john comes back and gets them big full meals and dean especially practically inhales his food (bc he's hungrier, bc he's given more of his portions to sammy) john chides him to slow down, it'll make himself sick etc etc. but dean struggles. and he's always SO eager for burgers and pie and carb-y filling things. because he's starving. but he gets a reputation for "eating junk." john teases him for it. or berates him for it when he's feeling especially mean. when dean's older, stanford era, and they meet up for a hunt and get lunch dean still digs into his food a little too quickly, he asks the waitress for pie with a little too much gusto, and john shakes his head, laughing, saying it's a good thing dean's a hunter, it's a good thing he's got the grueling work to keep him fit or else all those burgers and pies would've definitely caught up to him by now. laughs at how dean still eats too fast, "you've done that since you were a kid. never grew out of it, huh?" and dean bites his cheek, bites back a remark about why he always ate so fast, why he's still always squirreling away food and jumping at every "free food" "free samples" opportunity even now when money is easier to come by

#reading stonelions' if only maybe and then yesterday reminded me of this specific headcanon #i don't know what to tag this but i feel i need to put some tw's #so ask to tag if i missed something #tw food insecurity #tw food issues #tw childhood neglect #tw body shaming #fuck john winchester #young dean

[rollthedice-playthecards]

A Righteous Rebellion's first arc returns, this time with a chapter much lighter in length.

TW for referenced food insecurity.

@realmagicmaddie @mushroomfusion245 @valdrinors

If you want me to not tag you with uploads, say the word!

#A Righteous Rebellion #arcana swap #arcana swap au #arcanaswap #arcanaswap au #Persona #Persona 5 #Persona 5 Royal #tw food insecurity #Takuto Maruki #food insecurity #shady deals #medicine #clinic #infiltration tools #tempura #egg salad sandwich

[necromancers-incorporated]

little vent here

kinda feeling like shit rn, guilty about what i'm eating and not exercising enough, which i know is stupid and stuff but it's there still. like i want to exercise and eat healthy because it's good for me but there's the underlying self worth shit.

i'm also conflicted about my dad coz i haven't seen him in a year and now my sister is on bad terms and so is my brother. i'm worried if i've said something in front of him that has made it worse but honestly my dad is a piece of shit who manipulates and gaslights and turns everything on everyone else and he keeps going out with this woman and breaking up with her and shit. he also cheated on my mum.

holidays are just starting so i'm not distracted by school but i've got a shit ton of summer work that i have no motivation for so that's just dandy.

anywhoozles, enjoy this insight into my fucked up brain, maybe i'll do art to distract myself or smth

#tw vent #tw food insecurity #anxiety #tw cursing

[bitterxrange]

🥞

🥞What breakfast dish instantly reminds them of home or being a kid?

anything brioche or made of egg. Schneider didn't r have a great life or association with food (as in, lacked it often), but those often lead to her having days of getting the remains to get through a day at the orchard.

#Hc #Implied abuse tw #Tw implied abuse #Food insecurity tw #Tw food insecurity #Child abuse tw #Tw child abuse #Yeah I'm tagging triggers bc it's implied heavily that... Schneider in game #Didn't really have a good or healthy life... Limited food n likely was forgotten a few times and such