SR is llve

Título: 胎にやさしくCircle/Artist:るい＠学トラ Fandom: Super Dangan Ronpa 2 Pairing: HinataxKomaeda Advertencia: mpreg  Rating: PG15 Lenguaje: Japanese Download

Just let me play with your chub while we cuddle

Or pop a cupcake in your mouth at dinner

Maybe we could just get in bed and watch movies while snacking for hours

Or I could even just hug you and feel how soft you are while we’re pressed against each other.

like, the public perception of feedism, if you can get people to even admit they know anything about it at all, is still very much that it's a community of skinny cishet men who are self-identified chubby chasers creeping on fat women or coercing unwilling women who would otherwise be thin into becoming fat. and that is so very incorrect! a lot of people who are into feedism are fat ourselves; many of us are women, are queer, etc.; and there are many other reasons to find food, feeding people, and fatness appealing in sexual, romantic, and kink contexts than to humiliate or shame fat partners. this idea that feedism is essentially about abuse and objectification led me to be deeply ashamed and afraid of my own sexuality for years. i say this as a fat lesbian, and as someone who grew up a closeted trans girl who felt existentially Wrong being in a thin body.

growing up, when i was developing an understanding of my sexuality, i remember seeing society's immense fatphobia, seeing how anyone who finds fatness attractive is demonized in public as either gross for being attracted to fat people or as suspicious, dangerous, and predatory, and seeing the actually shitty, creepy individuals and communities within feedism who fit the negative stereotypes about the kink, and i remember learning that i should be very ashamed that i was specifically attracted to fatness and wanted to be fat myself.

it's been less than a year since i forced myself to stop being apologetic or euphemistic and extremely vague when i talk about my sexuality.

i wish feedism were viewed as just a kink people have, something people enjoy because they really like food and being fat rather than... all this bullshit. i wish that feedist communities were the jumping-off points for organized fat activism that they really should be, and i wish fat activism around sexuality would address feedism more often in a way that is any deeper than literally just parroting the stigmatizing misconceptions society in general holds about it. because even though feedism is so often an elephant in the room in fat activism, it is a fat activism issue. it's an area of sexuality inherently about fatness, and the stigma around it exists because of fatphobia!

Can you verify or expand on this? It makes blocking people a bit redundant, imo

So, here’s what I found from Tumblr’s help center on blocking people:  

What blocking accomplishes

When you block someone from your blog:

They won't be able to follow your blog.

They won’t be able to message you.

They won't be able to send asks to your Tumblr.

They won't be able to see your posts in their dashboard.

They won't be able to like or reblog your posts.

You won't show up in their search results.

It does not appear that blocking someone prevents them from seeing other people’s reblogs of your content if that person has not blocked that individual as well.  It would seem then that as a community, we should try and block dangerous accounts that have been shown to harass people or exhibit creepy/problematic behavior.  This keeps everyone safer.  

Additionally, you can keep your blog from being visible to people who are not logged in: 

Alternatively, you can also hide your blog from people who aren't logged in. Just head into the settings for the blog you want to hide from public view, scroll down to the "Visibility" section, and turn on the switch that says "Hide username.tumblr.com." This will make the blog only viewable within the Tumblr dashboard.

This way, people can’t just log out and find your blog if you’ve blocked them. 

It all started with a few extra helpings on Nag.ito's plate at dinner, something that Ha.jime thought he was being subtle with.

"I can't eat all this," Nag.ito pointed out, attempting to put the extra food on Haji.me's plate. "You know that, right?"

"Just try." Haj.ime pulled his plate out of range and gave Nag.ito a stern look.

When Nag.ito tried to leave his plate half full, Haj.ime finally came out with it.

"You're just so small, and you've actually managed to lose weight somehow!" He said. "You look so sick and tired all the time I just-"

"Ah, just what you want to hear from your boyfriend," Nag.ito teased. "That I look sick and tired."

"I didn't mean-"

"I know, it's okay." Nag.ito shook his head fondly. "If you really want me to eat more I suppose I can fit a little more."

"It would put my mind at ease." Haj.ime smiled. 

And so Na.gito's daily meals started to increase in size. At first he found it difficult to keep up with the portions Haj.ime made for him, and often found himself with an uncomfortably full stomach. A round addition to his slight frame that weighed him down in his seat.

But as time went on, Nag.ito found himself eating with more ease…

… and more enthusiasm.

"Mm…" Nag.ito cleared his plate a third time and ran a hand over the soft expanse of his stomach, not to ease a full stomach (because, he wasn't quite full yet)  but just as an absentminded gesture he tended to repeat these days.

"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are like this?" Haj.ime was sitting close to him, and once he'd refilled his boyfriend's plate he moved his hands down to his tummy and started to toy with it. 

"Just every minute or so, although I don't think I could ever really be beautiful in any state," Nag.ito chuckled.

"Nag.ito…" Haj.ime left his seat, moving to kneel in front of his boyfriend. 

He held his stomach as he kissed it, slowly rolling up Nag.ito's shirt as his kisses moved higher and higher until he was squishing Nag.ito's softened chest together and kissing the resulting cleavage. "You are so, so beautiful."

Nag.ito blushed and took another (distracted) bite.

As his plate was cleared Haj.ime continued to fondle and praise him. Eventually Nag.ito leaned back in his chair and stifled a burp, his hand moving down to stroke Haj.ime's hair.

"Room for dessert?" Haj.ime offered, blushing and holding handfuls of soft belly.

He burped politely into his hand as he put his feet up on the adjacent chair to his, running his hand over the swell of his once small stomach. A stomach now warm and full of good food, causing him to feel a little bit sleepy.

However it seemed like rest was not in his future, as in the blink of an eye he found his empty plates vanished and replaced by three more as Iz.uru once again set the table.

"Whoa…" full as he was Ma.koto couldn't help but drool a little at the practically hypnotizing smell. "Izu.ru, this is amazing! You really went all out… I'm flattered." He blushed, smiled, and rubbed circles against his stomach in a vain attempt to make room for the… fourth? Fifth? Course.

"Mm. Flattered is good," Izu.ru remarked, flat faced and reticent as ever. He crouched down somewhat at Mak.oto's side, offering him a forkful of the first dish. 

He did this sometimes, when it became clear that Mak.oto would soon have trouble feeding himself. 

It always made Ma.koto blush.

Still, he opened his mouth happily for the bite. "Mmm… it's so good!" He groaned, going starry eyed. "I dunno why you like cooking for me so much, but I'm very glad you do."

Izu.ru's line of a mouth curved ever so slightly down into… a frown.

He shoved another quick bite in Mak.oto's mouth, perhaps a bit impatiently, before standing and adopting a thoughtful posture.

Maybe if I included dessert…? He mused. 

What would it take to make this dense and... increasingly round man realize his affections? And all this cooking had only made Mak.oto more irresistibly attractive… Izu.ru was in dire straits.

He was cooking with love, he was following the old saying that had recently fallen on his new ears: the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Iz.uru had decided from evidence that the saying was true. Food was the only way he knew to express his feelings, and if M.akoto hadn't picked up on them yet then…