#tw ed in the tags
can i hurry up and lose this weight so i can get to the maintenance stage i’m so TIRED
i refuse to try recovery until my body looks somewhat acceptable to me
i didn’t binge yesterday but i didn’t restrict either and i ate too much but also not enough to be considered a normal daily intake so where does that leave me? still angry with myself
do people really forget about their problems when they starve themselves?
like ofc it’s a coping mechanism so it helps feel in control despite all the shit in our lives but for me it’s not to the extent where it helps me cope or forget. if anything it causes me more stress. maybe it’s because i’m getting older and the whole honeymoon phase has been over for years or maybe i’m doing it wrong idk anymore
The anxiety that you might have gained weight before you weigh yourself again is SO bad
y’all lied. green tea is fucking disgusting
this whole not eating thing is getting boring
ngl Christmas break is scaring me a little. what if i can’t control myself and start eating again ?
losing a good amount of weight and then gaining it back has to be the most embarrassing thing ever
i have 3 days of school left and then im off on Wednesday for two weeks. i wanna see if i can go back visibly smaller. idk if it’ll show tbh.
professionaldiosimpbutededition:
mmm relapsinggg, tasty(0 calorie)
eating after a fast feels like shit :))
it makes me want to never eat again
Choices
Today, we have a unique take on Fuck or Die. We’d love to hear what you think!
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Title:Choices
Author Name: JohnMcHacker
Selected Trope: Fuck Or Die
Brief Summary: Ron Weasley is ready to finally fulfil the biggest fantasies of every young man on the planet. Hermione Granger has read enough out of books, and wants to see what the fuss is all about for herself. They’re both ready to take the next step in their physical relationship. But not like this – no, this wasn’t what they had thought it would be like at all…
This is my dark take on “Fuck Or Die”, a trope which I have always had reservations about. Happy ending, I promise.
Word Count: 14,122
Rating:Explicit (for triggers, violence, smut)
Trigger Warnings: Abduction, threat of rape and murder, discussion of non-consent, related angst, magical violence
Author’s note: I’d like to note that I didn’t write this to render a personal opinion on certain topics through fanfiction, something which I dislike and actively strive to avoid. What characters say can be right or wrong or both at once, there is a wide breadth of complexity and nuance to most any topic, and truth often lies somewhere in the middle of two (or more) extremes of opinion. This fic ultimately came about as a result of a plot bunny I thought was meaningful and worth exploring, and that’s really all there is to it.
That being said – I hope you ultimately enjoy reading this. Many thanks to the admins for organising the fest, particularly @be11atrixthestrange for answering my queries. I’d love very much to hear your comments and feedback – especially important this time round, given the subject – so as always, do please let me know what you think! Follow me on AO3 for a tad more light-hearted stuff.
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0. Prologue
Now
Ron Weasley’s wheezing breaths fill the room; thin, laboured gasping punctuated occasionally by wet, blood-flecked coughs.
Hermione Granger cradles his head on her lap, strokes his hair tenderly, the only thing she can do. All those brains, all that Hogwarts education, and the brightest witch of her age is completely powerless, completely helpless, imprisoned in a stripped-bare basement sans wand. Oh, for a thin wooden stick with a magical bit inside.
Wow! All of the emotions ❤❤❤
