#daemonvatis

It’s not that I don’t trust you with that sword....

(this is more inane plot than smut, but it’s definitely fun, so I hope this helps your mood?)

When it comes to Rexxentraum, Caleb seems to have a different set of rules for himself. He’s got a bone to pick with the establishment there, or maybe a whole underground network of catacombs to pick... it wasn’t really clear and nobody was really pushing him on it. They were already there to shake things up and usurp some people, and Caleb’s extra enthusiasm and inside knowledge has proven helpful several times over.

“So if the prince isn’t going to be at the banquet,” Fjord points out, “we have an opportunity to take that role.”

The main issue I see here is that I made a post saying "I am fat and strong, in part BECAUSE of the weight I carry" and people immediately attacked me for being fat and confident. Someone else's fat is not your concern. Even IF it's affecting their health. Someone else's health is not your concern. And it is NOT OK to shame someone for their fat. That's incredibility harmful for so many reasons. it's anti-poor, anti-disabled, anti-woman rhetoric.

You got attacked for peddling the same nonsense that is infecting our society to the point where 2/3 of us are overweight and think that is just fine.

Your health becomes everyone else’s business when you’re harming others, and fat acceptance is definitely something that should be shamed, because it shows lack of good judgement and poor character.

My hormones didn’t cause my weight gain? Oh Hallelujah, I’m cured! Guess my primary care physician didn’t know what she was talking about. Or the women’s health specialist. Or the nutritionist. Or the pharmaceutical companies. Or my insurance. Or the ultrasound technicians. Or any biological expert I ever spoke to about metabolism, metabolic pathways, genetics, epigenetics, or the function of insulin. Every diabetic. Every trans person explaining the side effects of HRT. They’re all idiots. This one random guy on the internet says I don’t have a hormone problem, and he obviously knows best. And I don’t count calories because society will fucking shame me if it’s an ounce over 2000, but I do regularly eat twice as much as the adults around me. I eat sugars. I eat fat. I eat vegan burritos because they’re fucking delicious. I eat what my body tells me to when it tells me to, and guess what? other than the the pre-existing hormonal disorders and the stress caused by my sheer weight, I’m in great health. My cholesterol is fine, my blood pressure is a bit high but still in the healthy range, I rarely develop a nutritional deficiency and it’s quickly corrected when I do. I can walk to the nearest grocery store. I can dance. I can sing. I can lift and carry like a boss. I am constantly over-encumbered. That saps my stamina and lengthens my post-exercise recovery time. My feet and ankles and knees and back want to fucking kill be because be active with that much weight is hell on the body’s support systems. I am trying to lose weight, but as anyone with a lick of sense will tell you, that’s hard. Because the female body hordes fat stores for the day it needs to support both itself and a fucking infant through a hard winter. Because in the 1950s women were exposed to chemicals known to cause obesity in their granddaughters. Because on top of that I have a hormonal disorder that carries the risk of obesity. Because the treatment for the hormonal disorder is a hormonal birth control that–surprise, surprise–lists “weight gain” as one of its side effects. Because you have been lied to your entire life by multiple industries trying to sell gym memberships and diet drinks.

What a delightful little fantasy you’ve spun. Tell me, when you gambol and frolic  and escape the hordes of wicked fatphobes by soaring into the sky with the flying pigs, what color is the sky on this planet? Green? Purple? A wonderful variety of teal?

Let’s pretend for a minute than any of this is true. You need to fire your doctor, because if he told you that hormones made you fat, he’s a quack.

The settled science on weight gain is that calorie intake is what governs it: not hormones, not food type, not time of day, not chemicals, or any other excuse you can come up with.  

You’re not even being consistent here. You said you regularly eat twice as much as people around you, and no doubt like most people, you’re crap at estimating what you actually eat.  And, news flash, most people in the West are overweight, so eating twice as much as the overweight people in your vicinity is going to make you fat.

yes, it usually does. do you think it helped, though?

How about being paid to sleep?

Clock in 2 minutes early and insist that they pay you overtime for working “outside of schedule hours”? If they’re gonna track by the minute, then they gotta pay by the minute.

I just sent her this, along with a ‘well I can try but i’ll have to obsessively watch the clock’ 

It's YOUR birthday, they should come to you.

oh FUCK no