At 12-years old I was awkward.
I was the overweight, dark-skinned Girl with the Jheri Curl, who was into things that Her circle of Friends had little or no interest in.
At 12-years old I was the Girl haunted by a certain Boy who laughed in Her face and said that She was too Fat, Black and boring…
15 mins at 160 degrees and #voila #french #madeleines #lemon #vanilla #oven #cake #cakeporn #baking #bake #instacake #instafood #instahub #igers #foodporn
imagine getting to spend the night in this bed next to someone you love, discussing big and small things or just breathing next to each other while the cars and the city lights dimly light up the mountains and remind you that the world never ever goes to sleep. every night. i’d fucking love that.
wowww. and I always thought it was so romantic.
I always reblog this because for every one person who understands the true story behind this picture there’s about 50 who don’t.
Now that I know this, I see how forcefully he’s holding her and how uncomfortable she looks. This picture makes my skin crawl.
shit do you see his fuckin’ hand
and how her face looks all smushed
what is wrong with us as a people
Please leave the credit and links to the artist.
“I’ve seen numerous fanarts of Velma, depicting her as some über curvy and sexy and geeky fantasy material… and for some reason, I wanted to draw the opposite - a tubby Velma, an out of shape Velma, a having-finished-with-the-mystery-squad-letting-herself-go Velma… I mean, that happens, right? People get done with what they think are their glory days and kind of just… exist instead of living.
So here we have Velma that’s been stood up on a date. I picture this being her first date with that particular guy, but not the first time she’s been abandoned like that.
Instead of distress, I wanted to show her as being used to this sort of thing by now - she’s gotten into a habit of bringing a book along with her, even. I would say she never held out much hope for succeeding with the date tonight, but, nevertheless, tried to make herself look nice. She’s not grieving much, as her outlook on the whole situation is rather removed and philosophical after so many failures.
It really fucking pisses me off when people equate getting fat with “letting yourself go.”
This is a great piece, incorporating a character most of us know, in a shape that a lot of us are, and then the description had to go and make the people who identify with it feel like shit. this is why we can’t have nice things! D:
I liked this because I thought she was just fucking reading, but really the person who made this beautiful artwork is just a shitty person who doesn’t like fat people much. I’m livid, you’re right liikeee, why can’t fat people have nice things? Why the icky wording of her fat body and why does she have to get stood up and shit? gkljdflkdjglkfdjgldkjglfkdgjldkfgd
I still really like this artwork. The artist’s shitty description doesn’t mean that it’s not still great art.
Dr. Velma Dinkley slipped into the back booth at her favorite cafe in Crystal Cove. She silently slid her deep red pumps onto the ground and absent-mindedly rubbed her right arch. She’d just finished grading papers for the mythology class she taught at the local university and was more than ready to read something that hadn’t been written by an over-zealous 18 year-old conspiracy theorist. She called the waiter over and asked them to pour her a glass of deep red moscato.
It was the beginning of the weekend - her fiancée was on a weekend trip to Boston to visit her family, there were no more assignments to grade, and she was ready to relax and enjoy herself. She didn’t have anywhere to be. There were no monsters to catch; the Mystery Machine had already been left in Shaggy’s garage for five years. All that Velma had to do was relax, sip her wine, and enjoy her evening with a good book. She opened her copy of Good Omens to where she’d left off in the near-middle and soon started nibbling on her fingernail, lost in wistful thought.
bolded for FUCK YES.
Is velma also illiterate in this picture…because she’s reading that book backwards