#- gabi talks

[persephonesfill]

it's a dance fever (live from madison square garden) kind of night. can't wait to bop and then cry and repeat for 1 hour and 44 minutes. do you have any thoughts on this plan

i absolutely recommend this albeit with a few tweaks. dance fever is best listened to during

a). a full moon

b). an eclipse

c). a thunderstorm

d). all of the above

consult with your weather god of choice 💖

[plastic-surgeon-gabi]

Hello!! I’m Gabi Kramer, I’m a plastic surgeon at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, and my pronouns are she/they!! I’m also a lesbian.

I specialize in transgender healthcare, including gender affirming surgery and HRT.

I went to Stanford majoring in biology, and Stanford medical school, before completing residency at Johns Hopkins Hospital, where I then moved on to a few different clinics before settling in at PPTH.

I’m originally from Seattle, Washington, and I currently live with my friend in New Jersey! I’ve created and assisted with several support programs for pre and post-op including mental, emotional, and physical health services.

I’ve seen many of my other coworkers creating blogs here, so I figured I’d do the same :) feel free to send asks, specifically about my area of work, but anything really. Please no nsfw, but discussion of gender reassignment surgeries is allowed! Just don’t be graphic :)

A few fun facts ⇨

• Chappell Roan stan

• had a firework…incident..as a teen

[admin here! I’m Evan @1mlostnow , my pronouns are he/him, and I talk in regular text and brackets. Gabi speaks in pink, interacting with other members of @ppth-staff, check out their blogs! I also run Bird’s blog, @head-of-forensics ]

[More info here!]

[staff list here]

[burnmywholelifedown]

happy "I wake up and it’s October the loss is yours" day to all who celebrate

[deerdens]

me explaining to my loved ones why my happiness is contingent on me remaining oblivious to whatever happens in my favorite shows after i stop watching them

[stxr-thxif]

agggtm s2 confirmedddd !!!!!

[tarjapearce]

OMG Rosie with fangs 😩 would she chomp on mama while she was drinking her milk, ouch 🤕

Just imagined this and damn, my nipples hid lol. Little Rosie is a chomper.

Miguel out of everyone knew the risks that involved into having his children. Complicated births due the baby size that could lead up to a c section, some of his mutations, like his fangs, his eye's color, or even his height.

He was so fearful to know what kind of thing would crawl up to his children's DNA that when Gabi was born, he couldn't be happier cause his little girl looked so normal.

His fears of watching Gabriella grow and constantly checking on her mouth or eyes had triggered a little fight. His insecurities were one of the biggest challenges that you, as a marriage had got through. But your constant reassuring and actions, proved that no matter how your children came, you'd love them all the same.

Just like him.

When Benjamin was born, he wasn't obsessively searching for any anomalies in his baby, but rather enjoyed his time with his son. Being over the moon was little to say when he heard the news from the doctor. He'd finally teach little Benjamin everything that he lacked as a boy.

And now, thirteen years later, he was blessed with another girl. You cried upon knowing that Gabi would have her so longed sister. Your little flower was as healthy as Gabi and Benjamin, and definitely chubbier than Benjamin, thanks to all those cheesesticks with Dulce de leche you had scarfed down.

But there she was, ready for her nightime feeding. Her grunts and fussiness was her own way to urge you to feed her.

A not so quiet 'I'm hungry, Mama".

Gabi usually kneaded your breast softly as she latched on you, Benjamin loved to pull on your nipples with a giggle, or even slap your breast softly before feeding from your milky buffet. Rosie however had developed this amusing yet painful habit to shake her little head while chomping softly on you.

As her four months old approached, so was the itch in her gums. Miguel would design devices that resembled alot your breast, cause once Rosie had been fed, your nipples would be swollen and pained. He knew you suffered.

Yet, it was a sacrifice you were willing to do to see your children healthy.

Rosie had been tugging softly at the now sensitive flesh, her tiny hand bawled ontop of your breast, securing it in place. Your eyes would narrow in pained waves as she interrupted her feeding to sleepily chew on your nipple.

"Don't play with your food, Mi amor."

A little joke that instantly granted you a powerful chomp from her. Tears flooded your eyes immediately as a yelp came out your lips, startling Rosie that bursted into tears.

You heard Miguel's hurried steps rushing to your side and his eyes widened upon seeing you crying while trying to carefully pull Rosie out.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. Let me help"

Alarmed he managed to detach Rosie from you, and his eyes and yours could only widen as soon as your eyes fell on your nipple. Leakin not only with milk, but a faint pink-ish and red hue in it.

Her teething had made her uncomfortable and she wanted to breastfeed almost all day. But this particular bite had been painful enough to make you cry.

"-Salaverga" (Holy shit)

Miguel mumbled while looking into Rosita's mouth. Peeking from her gums, there were two pointy and tiny fangs.

"You ok?"

He looked back at you as you hissed and nursed your injured nipple while wiping the couple of tears that had escaped.

"Y-Yeah... I'm sorry I startled her."

His silence had made you curious as he examined with all the gentleness in the world, Rosie's gums.

A huff of your mouth blew away some strands off as you approached.

"Miguel, I'm not doing this again."

"No no, mi amor. Look. She... Rosita has-"

You gasped, a bit audibly and he tensed.

His little flower had gotten a part of him that brought him so many bad memories, and now they had hurted you.

"Hey, it's ok. Maybe it's time for her to be switched to the bottle."

Your caring hand caressed his shoulder, he melted at the touch and sighed.

"I'll... I'll come up with something."

"Miguel?"

You smooched his cheek and all the worries slumped off his frame.

"I love her, ok? Besides, Gabi once bit me like that. You did too, remember?"

Your soft elbows earned a little chuckle from him.

"Just means we gotta be careful. She's a chomper."

"Will let her bite my fingers then."

His little girl had calmed and clung to him, a little disgruntled by the itch inside her mouth.

"No wonder why she was so fussy."

Miguel rubbed Rosie's back in slow circles, soothing her and putting her to sleep.

"How's the nipple?"

"She punctured it with one of her tiny fangs. I'll be fine."

"Switch her to the bottle. We can't have her injure you again."

A soft whine came from his baby.

"I'll see what I can do, ok?"

Nodding, you went to the bathroom to take a better look at the small injury. He watched his baby, deep asleep on his arms, he then approached her crib and put her inside.

"Only I can play with my food, Mi niña.";

His large fingers massaged her scalp gently before tucking her in her lovingly pink blanket.

"Goodnight mi corazón"

[duffslut]

Axl rose, Donatella Versace & Naomi Campbell

[thetriangletattoo]

let me dream

[persephonesfill]

Tony’s love handles and how much Steve loves handling them, the softer the better

i meant to do bullet points and instead this post spiraled so enjoy domestic husbands anon 💖

Steve wakes up to the sun shining in his face and the smell of smoke, which means one of two things. Either someone has flash-bombed his house, or Tony's trying to cook by himself again.

Steve rolls over, blinking the sleep from his eyes. The right side of the bed is dreadfully empty, the Tony-shaped space wanting to be filled.

Option two is looking more likely.

A quick stretch has his shoulders popping with a a satisfying crack, then he's out of bed, pulling on the nearest pair of sweatpants he can find. Tony's, by the size of them; the cuffs stop well above his ankles, the fabric fitting snugly around his waist. Not that Tony will care. After nearly a decade of knowing each other boundaries like personal clothing stop existing.

His search for his shirt bares no fruit and he doesn't care enough to pull one out of the dresser. Not when the smell of smoke is growing even thicker and he hasn't seen hide nor hair of his husband.

"FRIDAY, should I call the fire department?"

"No, Captain Rogers. Boss has DUM-E on standby."

"Not a Captain anymore," Steve grumbles under his breath, but he knows it's no use arguing. FRIDAY is more like her maker than she even realizes. " You'd think after all these years, Tony would put someone else on fire extinguisher duty. DUM-E just douses him every time."

"It makes DUM-E feel important," FRIDAY says in a way that Steve knows it to be the truth. Tony's creations had an endearing quality to them. Personalities and flaws so achingly human. For all of Tony's blustering, they're all Tony's children. And Steve's.

"I think they both like it," Steve announces his presence in the kitchen. "It's how they bond."

Tony's facing the stove, scraping something charred beyond repair (eggs? pancakes?) onto a plate. He's wearing Steve's missing t-shirt and his sweatpants. Thief.

"My ears are burning," Tony says, and Steve can't resist getting a jab in.

"So are your eggs."

"These are pancakes," Tony pokes at the goop on the plate like it's going to will any flavor back into the briquettes he calls pancakes.

Steve comes up behind him, until Tony's back comes flush with his chest. He slides his hand under his—Tony's, now—shirt, for the soft flesh he knows hides underneath.

Tony's tummy is beautifully, blessedly soft and full to the touch.

Tony stiffens, still self-conscious after all these years and that just won't do.

The image of Tony, pale and gaunt and halfway dead still haunts him at night.

He'll take Tony as he is, silver hair to tug and love handles to caress, and full of life.

"None of that," Steve whispers into his ear. Tony shivers and relaxes into Steve's grasp, a rabbit waltzing right into snare. Steve doesn't mind playing the hunter from time to time.

He drops a kiss on top of Tony's head, buries his face in his god awful bed hair and breathes.

[plastic-surgeon-gabi]

I love older patients.

I just did a 54 y/o man’s top surgery. He’s been on HRT for 25 years and never wanted top surgery, until now. He said, “better late than never.” He was so excited about how proud his kids were.

Peace and love on planet earth :)

[burnmywholelifedown]

asldkfjlsdkfd i caught feels watching the taylor swift megamix because it ended with "i'll tell you the truth but never goodbye". there's something so special about it ending with that line like it's a vow she's made to her fans 🥹

[deerdens]

i cannot WAIT to introduce beth and daryl's kids in tanpfnh as adults

[ingravinoveritas]

Posted by request | David dancing in a studio, 2022 vs. 2024.

[dosieslesbian]

BLACKSWAN ☆ ROLL UP

[tarjapearce]

small request ^^

for the soccer family, in gabis early toddler days, Miguel and wife!reader still nervous and getting used to be parents of their baby growing and changing. Miguel firsts long shift at work in awhile and comes home worried about his girls, to find wife doing Gabis hair humming peacefully to her as they sit in comfortable silence

hopefully that make sense, if too much don’t worry about writing it ty :)

Hope it worths the wait 🥹✨

Ever since you and Miguel became first time parents, the initial panicky state you both lived in were slowly but surely easing as Gabriella turned bigger and healthier.

If she was crying out of nowhere? Doctor. Her poop wasn't the right color? Doctor. She refusing her baby formula? Doctor.

You had certainly ran to the hospital the first time Gabriella cried so hard she forgot to breathe, teary eyed and panicky, Miguel had to fly from his work to go to the hospital to meet you, only to be meekly reprimanded by the doctor that at this point seemed to know you both.

"She's fine. It's a completely normal thing they do, they just forget how to breathe for a moment. She's fine."

The pediatrician had told you, You both were just happy that little Gabi was fine and that it was all a scare.

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His thoughts couldn't help but wander towards you and Gabi. We're you fine? Was everything fine? You hadn't called, which divided his thoughts in 'is she okay?' and 'She's gonna be fine."

It was rare when you didn't call him to report the current status of your adoring little girl, that loved to sleep in his broad chest as he caressed her hair. Gabriella was a Papa's girl through and through.

If she was particularly fussy, Miguel would be the one that would pick her up and rock her to sleep as you prepared her bottle.

Hours passed and still no signs from you. Another hour passed and it was enough. It had been his extra work that put him on edge.

These extra hours had surely been squeezing any chance to go home faster and help you with his part of the parenthood.

Once he was done, he clocked out and ran through the streets to get home.

He called your name, desperation mixed with fear as he came close to appreciate the scene before him. Curled in the rocking chair were you, combing Gabi's soft, wavy and ravenous strands, sang to her a little nursery rhyme song.

You made one of your hands to made a 'shh' noise, everytime he moved in closer.

Gabi had lost the little battle against sleepiness a while ago. Miguel picked her up and kissed her forehead, earning a photo-worthy pose of Gabi and himself.

"Thanks Papa" You smiled as he went to Gabi's room. He had been concerned when his phone had remained quiet the whole day, and even worst when little Gabi had been 'recovering' from that scary episode.

But seeing her all quiet, peaceful and certainly deep in sleep soothed his nerves so comfortingly and it also grounded him. He couldn't fear forever, neither you and him could.

"We are." He nodded, relieved with a small smile.

Sighing, he went back to you and wrapped his generous arms around you, a kiss on your temple.

"Why didn't you called me?"

"Gabi was asleep and quite entertained the whole day with a pair of munching toys, I forgot to call you. Sorry"

"It's fine. We can't fear forever."

You nodded and caressed his arms

"I know. It's scary, but I think we're doing a pretty good job."

Another kiss and a smooth caress on your skin.

"We certainly are."

[lifeofmarvvel]

Supremely underrated but iconic dynamic is cousins who are close. Like, no, they're not technically siblings, but they're just as, if not more, close than any siblings they may have. Yes, they're willing to do anything for each other, to die for each other. Yes, it's going to make me sob my eyes out no matter what