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Chapter 2 of Seven Nights, Seven Days is up!
(Sorry it’s so late. I swear, this was meant to be a Yuletide story.)
Summary:
Dashing through the snow, with a pit warg in the lead –
Or, Bilbo and Thorin have their first Yule Day in the Shire.
Thank you to @tea-blitz for the beta, and to @omgkatsudonplease and @anonymoussong for your liveblog series, from which I got some of the idea for Dwarves having a Festival of Lights. (This one has potato pancakes every year, though.)

🙂 🙂 🙂
Yeah, I’d like to see fatphobic fuckwads take on my mother, who has the same genetic high cholesterol that I inherited, but at fifty-eight has NOT ONE SINGLE calcification in her arteries.
Meanwhile, both my grandfathers died of invasive and horrifying cancers, but the one built like a tree trunk made it a number of months longer than the thin one. Make of that what you will. (Dammit, Papa and Grandpa, I miss you. And it’s been a decade and a half.)
*HUG*
Thank you, anon. The major problem is that a lot of it is in my head. I’m at “get hit on by creepy men in the street” size, not “get told to eat salads” size, and I know that I have a lot of thin privilege compared to some. I still don’t like feeling that my body is doing things independent of any control I can have.
Doesn’t help that I have a crippling fear of death. 😦
You know, you’re not the first person who’s said this. Like them, you are not wrong.
Cut for body issues.
It really fucking sucks when someone you otherwise admire brings up her giant weight loss AGAIN, with before and after pictures, not seeming to realize that her “science” and B/A picspam is exactly the same as every other dieter.
Still hurts. I mean, I’m autistic. There’s only so much “healthy” food that I can eat, as in literally swallow – my texture and taste issues make it so I’d probably throw up if I tried to eat cooked broccoli or something. And I know I’m not “fat” in the “fast glance tells you so” sense, but I’m closer to 200 pounds than 100 and I am so, so cripplingly insecure about my size. I wear a 12 and I’m petrified of 14.
Anyone want to help me practice within the clusterfuck that is German grammar? Grammar is usually the easiest part of language for me to get down, but this has me kind of stumped.
It was scary how I was hyperventilating today. It was like each breath broke in half: in-in, out-out, in-in, out-out, so on and so forth. Lucky for me, the grant-writing class calmed me down.
I gotta go to class in fifteen minutes and I’m having a panic attack at work. Great timing. Wonderful first impression.
Are you fucking serious.