#Bottom surgery has never been easier!

[billionsofrats]

I love the onion this is the best shitpost I’ve ever read

[blubushie]

Why are intersex people called 'collateral damage'? What does that even mean

Giving an example–

"Hermaphrodite" is an intersex slur. It has always been an intersex slur. Trans people cannot reclaim this slur because while it's been used against them, it's always been used against them to compare them to US.

People—even, ESPECIALLY the queer community—often ignore blatant intersexism in favour of calling it transphobia, even when it's blatantly targetting us specifically—for example, the idea that children AREN'T being put on hormones or given top or bottom surgery. The queer community likes to promote this as a thing that's not happening when in fact it is—it just happens to intersex kids. We are FORCED onto hormones, FORCED into genital mutilation, by an intersexist medical system. But in the defence of trans people, we are "collateral damage". Our medical abuse is ignored in favour of trans people promoting a lie that these things don't happen.

I was born visibly intersex. I had surgery at birth and then again at 12 days old. I DID NOT LEARN OF THIS UNTIL LAST YEAR. I AM TWENTY-THREE YEARS OLD. When my body began feminising at 12, it took TWO YEARS before my therapist would refer me to hospital for gender dysphoria. It took another six months to be put on testosterone and to have my ovary removed. I ended up needing top surgery at 16 to remove the breast tissue I grew. Most intersex people have the opposite experience—instead of being allowed to exist in their natural intersex body, they're forced into the hormones that "match" their assigned sex at birth. They are forced into surgeries WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT to make them look "normal".

Don't even get me started on the connotations of "assigned" sex. Perisex people have an OBSERVED sex at birth. Intersex people, if they have ambiguous genitalia like I did, are ASSIGNED a sex based on what the doctor thinks they can make them pass more easily for. Most are ASSIGNED female through mutilatory surgery as newborns, because it's easier to make a vulva and vagina than it is to make a penis. Do not get me started on how the brains of children process routine neovagina dilation (which must be done daily from the time the child is mutilated, usually at birth) as SEXUAL ASSAULT. That's right, for many intersex people, the medical system assigns you as female and then sexually abuses you until you stop growing.

In many countries, intersex people who identify as a sex different from their assigned sex at birth cannot seek out transgender care. If you are assigned female they will never allow you to go on testosterone, never be approved for top surgery, etc. If you are assigned male you will never be allowed to go on oestrogen or get bottom surgery, etc. The medical system ASSIGNED you your sex, and the medical system can never be wrong, can they. This in places where trans people can receive care. We are told it's transphobia, that intersex people are just collateral damage, when in reality these policies EXPLICITLY ARE MEANT TO AFFECT INTERSEX PEOPLE. When perisex people can receive trans healthcare but intersex people cannot, that is not transphobia, THAT IS INTERSEXISM.

Or for example someone calling a trans person a hermaphrodite, and a trans person trying to reclaim the term despite it being an INTERSEX slur. This intersexism is ignored, labelled transphobia instead, and intersex people are just told we aren't actually being attacked and that we're just collateral damage. It was an intersex slur first. They are comparing them to US.

Our experiences are ignored or outright erased. The queer community does not care for us. Even when we speak of blatant intersexism we experience, we are told that we are not the target and that we are just collateral damage.

[beenbaanbuun]

blood w/ poly!ateez

so i feel so sane about this… definitely no evil thoughts filling up my brain right now. none whatsoever :)

i want to write so much more about this universe and i’m literally sending the biggest kiss ever to @ateez-main-yapper to requesting this because i will be thinking about this for the rest of my life!

words - idk

genre - smut, horror (there’s a bit of gore i guess)

warnings - vampire!ateez, mafia!ateez, human!reader, smuggler!reader, blood, scarification, collars, ownership, blood, surgery mentions, nicknames (little mouse, princess, sweetheart), dancer!yeosang, security guard!mingi, ripper!doctor!yunho, mommy!seonghwa (don’t look at me like that, i had to), hand kink (mentioned), no actual sex but it’s talked about a lot, hair pulling, i think that’s all??

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the scent of stale blood haunts the hallway you find yourself walking down, clinging to the back of your throat until yourself gagging on it. no matter how many times you find yourself down here, it never gets any easier to cope with; even a slaughterhouse would be more pleasant than this.

it begs the question why you’re back. by now, you’ve bled them of enough money to never have to work again, so it’s certainly not the pay. the job itself is harder than most, and not at all rewarding when you have to lie and cheat your way into success. there’s no doubt that the stress of hiding a smuggling operation behind the guise of a blood donation clinic has taken a good 20 years of your life from you. you can guarantee that job satisfaction isn’t what’s keeping you here either.

it’s only when you turn a corner and your eyes land upon them that you remember exactly why you’re still so willing to walk these halls. it isn’t something keeping you here but rather someone; multiple someones, in fact.

“mingi!” your footsteps quicken as you get closer the security guard that stands waiting outside of a heavy metal door. despite the fact that you’ve been on the other side of it multiple times, it still sends a shiver of curiosity down your spine. it’s not an anxious curiosity as it was when you first landed yourself in this position, but more of a morbid one. you know the horrors that lie behind it, you’ve experienced a few of them too, yet you still yearn to see more. “long time no see,” you offer a polite smile once you’re close enough to lower your volume from a shout, “san told me hongjoong had assigned you to pest control. is it not going well?”

mingi gives you a slow blink, his jaw set in stone and his eyes steely as he stares you down. he’s always looked far more intimidating than he actually is, although you suppose it serves to his benefit when his main job it scaring away anyone who might wish to disturb the peace. you’re only grateful to have had the chance to see behind the mask he wears; to watch his eyes melt and his lips part in the wonky grin he gets so little time to wear.

“you’ve not seen me in months and the first thing you ask me is about my demotion back to security?” he quirks a brow at you and you have to bite back your grin. in truth, you’d heard all about it from seonghwa over the past few weeks, your main contact within the clan more than happy to share life details with you as though you’re a lifelong friend rather than a mere employee. their favourite employee, sure, but still at the bottom of the pecking order.

“i just wanted to know more,” you lift your arms in defence, not missing the way his eyes flicker to the bandage on your left forearm, “like you said, it’s been a while.”

mingi hums in agreement as he examines the clean cloth. a long finger reaches out to trace the spot where the fabric meets your skin, the touch lingering and soft. it’s more the real mingi than it is the security guard mingi; it warms your heart to see.

“when did this happen?” he whispers, voice barely above a whisper.

“about two weeks ago,” you i pull your wrist back, letting mingi’s hand drop back down to his side, “hongjoong wanted to approach me about it, but i didn’t take much convincing,” actually, it was you who approached him but for some reason that’s much harder to admit, “you guys are much… kinder to me than the other clans i supply, well, supplied to. it was a no brainer to ditch them when given the chance.”

“so you’re ours?” he asks, voice dipping a little too low for the question to be purely innocent.

“i’m mine,” you confirm, “what i supply, however, is all yours.”

there’s a smirk on his lips, not as easily defeated by your sense of self worth as you’d like him to be. he knows as well as the rest of them what the mark on your arm means, after all. he knows as well as you do that there’s no getting away from them now. the moment yunho took his sweet, sadistic time carving their mark into your body it wasn’t just your business that belonged to them.

“sure you are, little mouse,” he whispers as he leans in close, his icy breath fluttering against your face. your stomach drops but you choose to ignore it. this was your decision, after all, “now, scurry along; you wouldn’t want to keep anyone waiting, would you?”

with the flip of a switch, the metal door clicks open and your immediately met with a blast of cool air and a wall of sound. you’ll never understand the clan’s need for these constant frivolities, especially when you’re on the other side of this getting your hands dirty, but you suppose it is a good way to hide their more secretive operations. no one is going to notice the door in the corner when there’s so much going on out here, right? it’s an extra layer of security, and a darn good one at that.

when you step inside, the door clicks shut behind you and you immediately get to scanning the crowd of partygoers for a familiar face. amongst the hoard of vampires, they’re harder to spot, their ashy skin and red eyes sticking out a lot less than they would next to a human. instead you look for a familiar hair colour, recalling the angry text you got from seonghwa about the den’s main bathroom turning pink with hongjoong’s hairdye. nothing sticks out at you, though, and so you’re back at square one.

your arms stretch out before you as you go to push through the crowd. it’s moments like this that you’re glad for the metal, almost collar-like band around your neck. yeosang had created it as a way to keep your pulse hidden from any less-well-meaning vampires. he’d insisted that the tag dangling from it with the clan’s emblem engraved was all hongjoong’s idea, but you recognise the same possessive glint in all of their eyes. it’s the same one yunho had given you when engraving that very emblem into your body, and the same one san had given to you when wrapping your bleeding arm up in a fluffy white bandage. yeosang is just like the rest of them, even behind his sweet exterior.

but right now he isn’t crafting some marvel of engineering out of metal scraps and a dream, but instead on the stage at the front of the room. it’s not often he’s up there instead of one of the others, but as you watch him elegantly dangle from a hoop that hangs from the ceiling, you find it hard to see why. he’s utterly ethereal, like a butterfly about to emerge from a chrysalis; one of those blue ones with the wings that seemed designed to capture your attention with their beauty. you’re entranced, much more so than the rest of the party-goers who seem to have grown blind to the creature moving elegantly before them.

his body moves not at all like a butterfly though, instead flowing smoothly like a viper along the branch of a tree. he extends his arms in such a way you’ve never seen before, silken and smooth as he reaches out to his audience. it pulls you in further, your feet shuffling as you push through the final layer of people to get to the stage. you stumble forwards, catching yourself on the edge of the raised platform. if he notices you there, he doesn’t show it; the stoic expression he wears remains steady as he gracefully shifts his body into yet another position.

you watch him like that until the end of his performance, unblinking with your lips parted in awe. even the way he tumbles to the floor and bows to an uninterested audience holds so much more grace than you think you will ever possess. to think that this is the man that spends half of his time smeared in motor oil with a puppy-like grin on his lips is strange, yet it feels so right.

“hello, little mouse,” he echoes the familiar nickname as he makes his way to the front of the stage, crouching down in front of you and running an all-too-confident finger along your jawline to your chin. he snaps your mouth shut in a way that is so far from the yeosang you know that part of you believes this must be his much cockier twin. “hongjoong is out tonight; some trouble on south side caught his attention so he wanted to clean up the mess before the police got there.”

“i’m meeting with seonghwa then?” you murmur, too starstruck for your mouth the form words properly.

yeosang shakes his head.

“seonghwa and san went with him,” the finger from your chin shifts down to the piece of jewellery that fits snug around your neck. his touch catches against the tag, the jingling sound reminding you of a bell on a cats collar. you try to ignore the smirk that rises to his face as sees you make the connection, instead shifting your gaze to the pendant around his neck that shares the same symbol. “yunho is busy with whatever sick shit gets him off, me and mingi are working which means…”

fuck.

“jongho and wooyoung.”

“clever mouse,” yeosang’s tone is venomous, despite his words being soft. clearly performing does something to his ego; inflates it until every sign of the sweet mechanic is hidden behind a thick shroud of confidence. it’s deliciously cruel, mirroring the sick sadism of yunho or the vast overconfidence of mingi, and holy fuck do you want a taste. perhaps later, once business is over.

if business is over.

“i wouldn’t worry too much about those two, though,” he continues, tugging on the tag of your collar—because despite your pride, even you have to admit that there’s no other way to describe it—until you’re face is merely inches from his own, “hongjoong promised yunho their balls if they can’t learn to control them. maybe you’ll finally be able to have a meeting with them before getting your pussy stuffed, hm?”

you feel yourself getting warmer, your face flushing as yeosang so blatantly talks about your track record with the pair of resident trouble makers. it’s not like you’ve let slip about all the times jongho’s had you sitting on his cock with your mouth wrapped around wooyoung’s the second you step into their office which means that they must have instead. it makes you wonder what they talk about whenever you’re not here, and how much each of them know about your less than professional escapades with each of them. it’s a troubling thought, and yet it’s still manages to light a fire deep in your belly.

“see you later, yeosang,” is the only thing you can mumble in response as you pull away from his touch, the tag of the collar bumping gently against your neck as it slips free of his fingers.

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“you told the others about fucking me?” you scoff as you barge your way into the office where the two youngest vampires await your arrival. it’s nice to see them here already, since they usually arrive far later than the agreed upon time. although, you suppose with the delays of mingi and yeosang, you’re also late on this occasion. you let the passive-aggressive comment about time keeping slide, knowing it won’t help you right now.

“hello to you too, mousy,” wooyoung hums from where he lays on the green sofa in the corner of the room, “it’s nice to see you again! we’re doing wonderfully, by the way; thanks for a—”

you let the door slam behind you as you storm your way towards him, completely ignoring the curious gaze of jongho.

“cut the shit, wooyoung,” you grab hold of his shirt collar and lean in close. it’s supposed to be intimidating but the wide grin on his lips lets you know otherwise. “you’ve all been talking about me when i’m not here? what the fuck, man!”

wooyoung chuckles in your face, his dangerous fangs glinting beneath the overhead lights. you know he’d never bite without your permission—people have been killed by hongjoong for much less—but it still sends a shiver through you whenever you see them.

“you’re not exactly discrete yourself, princess,” the office chair creaks as jongho stands, making his way around his desk and towards you. although you keep your gaze firmly on the little rat who still sits giggling to himself, you can’t help but be hyper aware of the presence behind you. a large hand traces its way up your spine, not stopping until you feel his fingers lace themselves with your locks and tug. your grip fall limply from wooyoung’s shirt as you’re hauled back into the soft muscle of jongho’s chest, your neck craned awkwardly over his shoulder to keep you in place. “what do you want us to say when san is asking about who’s cum he’s eaten from your pussy? do you want us to lie to them?”

you squirm, wincing when his grip on your hair doesn’t loosen despite your attempts to break free. they call you little mouse and right now, you really do feel the part—you walked right into a trap of which there’s no way out.

“maybe i should let you fuck me again just so i can watch when yunho rips your fucking balls off your body!” you grunt through gritted teeth.

jongho hums in amusement, “it was hyperbole, sweetheart,” a pair of cold lips meet the hot skin of your cheek for just a second before pulling away, the softness a stark contrast to the harsh grip he still has you in, “he doesn’t care how much we fuck you as long as we get the job done. after all, he’d be a hypocrite to complain about us fucking you when his dick is inside of you twice as often, hm?”

you watch with cautious eyes as wooyoung stands from his place on the sofa, grinning as wide as the cheshire cat. it reeks of danger, yet you’ve never been the type to give into that sort of thing. you’re a human working for a bunch of vampires; danger is just a regular part of your life at this point.

“besides, mousy,” the cheshire cat purrs, “you think we’re the only ones who talk? you don’t think we know just how much you love calling seonghwa mommy when you ride him? or how much you love it when yeosang spits in your mouth whenever he’s fucking you dumb?” wooyoung brings a hand to your cheek, dusting over your bottom lip with his thumb, “you’re ours, little mouse; we can talk if we want.”

[bustybounty]

A ssbbw gets a fat transfer, surprising all of her coworkers when she comes in with a tiny tummy and a gigantic ass.

This sounds like the graciebon situation but taken to an even more extreme degree...I love it~

Source: can't find their DA anymore :( it said turok44.

Something like that body type, I imagine... all those hundreds of pounds from all over her body transformed into fatness only on her legs, especially the upper thigh and booty region.

Since it was still pure fat, it jiggled like a damn earthquake was hitting her with the epicenter right in between her gigantic clapping rearmouds. It was impossible not to stare, not just her coworkers but everyone else that she passed by. She simply bit her lip, not making it any easier to look away due to the manner in which she swayed those triple doorframe smashing vast hips, bobbling them side to side, almost like she rewarded you for staring at her... That must have been it, right? She could have just as easily taken the surgery to remove her fat, while keeping some breasts and butt for an hourglass shape, a slim thick shape of sorts. Very attractive, convenient, not so outstanding it causes everyone to look and want to film...but no, she specifically chose to transfer ALL that extra fat into her butt, hips, thighs... she wanted to have a ginormous, colossal ass, and the attention she got from it was just a bonus.

She even made jokes about how they had to increase the number of reinforced chairs for her to sit on. She used to sit on three due to how heavy she was already, fairly wide too - but now she was MUCH wider, to the point where only three chairs would cause too much overflow, not enough equilibrium, and surely a very cushioned, soft landing after those shattered chairs were pushed aside and smothered under every inch of the plumpest butt cheeks anyone had ever seen.

"Wh-what happened?? How did you lose so much weight?...Or well...you know..." A coworker sheepishly asked - she had been a great friend due to both of them being SSBBWs in terms of weight, even if that coworker didn't want to have all that weight, she wanted to be skinny, but was never able to due to a condition that really facilitated weight gain. After explaining how the fat transfer surgery worked, an idea sparked in the mind of the now extremely bottom heavy woman.

"If you still want to get rid of any excess weight to get your dream body...my ass still has room~" Before giving it a firm, hand sinking SPANK that caused those gigawagons to wobble like crazy for what felt like forever.

Hopefully not just her coworker, but many others accept this idea~ <3

[genderkoolaid]

hi!! ik youve posted about wanting/having both a penis and a vagina simultaneously, and it’s something that ive been kind curious about, but im not sure exactly how it would work. as someone who currently has a vagina, if i were to undergo bottom surgery to get a penis while still having a vagina, where would they both go? thank for the blog btw, both it and you are very cool!!

thank you!! the term for this is "salmacian" btw :)

there's a few ways it could go. if you get metoidioplasty without vaginectomy, nothing really changes other than your bottom growth becoming more prominent and possible getting testicles.

if you get phalloplasty, you can either have it placed over your bottom growth (called burying) or not (unburied), in which case your penis would be slightly higher on your pelvis than your natal phallus would be. r/phallo has a lot of photographs of people post-op which should give you some idea of where phallo dicks are placed. In all cases, the vagina really isn't touched so it stays where it is.

Tbh for FTM/FTX people, salmacian surgery is kind of easier, since penis-creating bottom surgery has never involved the use of vaginal tissue. Vagina-creating bottom surgery on the other hand traditionally uses the penis to create the neovagina, which is why there's a lot of FTM/FTX people who end up salmacian without realizing its a Thing while MTF/MTX salmacians really have to be aware that penile-preserving vaginoplasty exists in the first place.

[romanarose]

About a Girl: Chapter 8

Beautiful header by my beloved @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

Series Masterlist : The Last of Us Masterlist : Full Masterlist

Summary: For week 5 of my pride event: Struggles. Joel, Sarah, Blue, and

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

She was wearing the dress you bought her. They both were. 

Joel watched from the kitchen as Sarah and Ellie had their little tea party in the cute matching dresses you had bought them. Ellie was over for a playdate, a tea party to be exact. For Sarah’s birthday, which Joel spent much of the time wishing you were there and Sarah mentioned multiple times she missed you as well, Tommy had handmade her a table and chair set.

Since Joel kicked him out, things had been… shitty. Joel missed him a lot, even though they still saw each other almost every day at work. It was the off season so hours were reduced, but Bill and Frank never left the four of them hanging, and made sure they had some contacts for extra hours at other farms or under the table work to make up their hours. Tommy had been riding with Tess now, and it seems in his spare time Joel wasn’t privy to had been making the set in Bill's garage. Sarah was ecstatic and first thing was asking if she could have Ellie over for a tea party the next weekend. Joel confirmed with Ellie’s very uninterested foster mom, saying he could pick up and drop off when she didn’t seem enthused about bringing her over two weeks in a row. Ellie was Sarah’s best friend, and since you were gone Sarah seemed down, so Joel was going out of his way to cheer his little girl up. She deserved it. She deserves everything. She deserved to have you in her life, Joel didn’t.

The night Joel came home to Tommy doing heroin was one of the worst nights of his life. He was so scared for her, scared she’d accidentally stuck herself with the needle or wandered off into the street to get hit or kidnapped or worse…if something happened to Sarah, his life would be over. There’d be no point anymore. He put her to bed the second time, comin downstairs to an empty living room but knowing you’d be coming in soon. He was scared, embarrassed that Talia had seen all that, and worried what Sarah saw and heard. Worried how he’d explain Tommy being gone… If he’d just gone to rehab it’d be easier, but he still refused. Instead, he lived with Tess and came over sometimes because of course he did, they were still brothers… it was hard to explain why Tommy didn’t live here anymore. And it was going to be hard to explain why you were gone.

“This isn’t gonna work.”

You blinked at him, mouth agap. “Joel… come on don’t do this.”

“You don’t wanna be with me like this.” Joel shook his head.

“Baby, no…” You try to approach him, raising your arms to hold him but he held out a hand. He was still surprise that you stopped. Kayla never respected his boundaries like that. “You think I care about this? I mean- fuck I mean I care, you know I care about Sarah and Tommy but I mean… I don’t view you differently. It makes me sad Tommy is hurting like this but I don’t view him different… Joel I wanna help-”

He cut you off. “You can’t.” Joel’s face was hardened, his soft eyes looking lost. “This isn’t a good time and… I can’t have distractions.”

Joel’s heart breaks when he see’s your lower lips quiver. “Am I a distraction to you?”

He wanted to say no. He wanted to say you were everything, you completed him, you were apart of his little found family and he loved you so, so much… but he couldn’t. Sarah was left alone for anything to happen because Joel was with you. It wasn’t your fault. It was his.

“Yes.”

Joel was sure Ellie wouldn’t like the dress, but she was wearing it. Maybe she just didn’t get nice things as a foster child. Joel thought that was a shame. Ellie was a good kid, nice if a little rough sometimes but never malicious. Her and Sarah were playinging some game with sticks as Joel sat on the deck drinking coffee with Tommy. He watched as she got a little over zealous and THWACK, a stick across Sarah’s face. It looked worse than it was, and sure probably hurt bad, but nothing but a few cuts on her face. Joel ran down the deck to hold a screaming Sarah, not noticing Ellie disappearing when his back turned. Tommy did.

As Sarah calmed down, Tommy appeared holding Ellie’s hand. Ellie tried to run out the gate but it was locked, she just managed to take get it undone, smart kid she was, when Tommy scooped her up.

As Sarah’s sobs turned into sniffles, Joel turned to see Ellie frozen, eyes wide and body shaking.

“Hey now…” Joel said softly. “It’s alright Ellie, it was an accident. See? She ’salright.” Joel motioned to Sarah who was wiping her eyes.

“Joel.” Tommy mumbles. “I don’t think that’s what she’s worried about…”

Oh. She was scared of him. “You’re okay, Ellie. I ain’t mad, game just got a little wild, that’s all. Right Sarah? You’re okay aren’t you?”

Sarah whipped her tears, standing up. “Yeah I’m okay!” Although her voice still wobbled and her face was still wet. “Daddy can we have a snack?”

“Yeah, of course babygirl. I’ll bring your chairs and table out so you can eat out here, sound good?”

Joel and Tommy’s eyes connected. The pieces were there to conclude what they thought, but the evidence was all circumstantial. 

As Sarah and Ellie ate their snack, he noticed how quickly Ellie ate her food, asking for more. Joel decided to ask her foster mom is she could stay for dinner. He heard them talking as they ate.

“Where did you get these dresses? Did you buy them?” Ellie asked her.

“Uh-uh. Daddy’s girlfriend Blue bought them!”

“Where is she?”

Joel watched as Ellie glanced down at her food. “They broke up.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“I miss her. My mommy is gone too.”

“Did she die?”

“No, she and my daddy broke up too.”

“Your dad breaks up a lot. He shouldn’t be so picky, he’s too old.”

Joel couldn't help smile at that. Ellie didn’t have a filter. It wasn’t that he being picky; it wasn’t about you. You were perfect. Joel pictured himself marrying you, having a life with you. You were perfect. He was wrong. Everything about Joel’s life was chaos and it wasn’t fair to you or Sarah or Tommy to split his attention even more. And now, it seemed, he was taking on a lot of responsibility for Ellie too. It was just too much. 

Joel turned on the TV while he cooked dinner, Ellie and Sarah playing upstairs.

“Grunge pioneer and Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain found dead in his apartment today, thought to be a self-inflicted gunshot wound.”

Joel dropped the spoon into his spagetti sauce. “Shit.” He murmured, trying to fish it out with a spatula. Nirvana was your favorite, you idolized Kurt Cobain. He knew more about the beef between him and Guns “N Roses or Nirvana and Pearl Jam than he ever thought he would; he didn’t even know who Nirvana or Pearl Jam were before you, honestly.  He loved hearing your passion, even if it was all so new to him, an he loved when you showed him new songs, but nothing got your mouth going like Nirvana did; the absolute excited way you talked about their music made your eyes light up and you’d bounce in your seat, joyful and enthusiastic, a love for life Joel admired. 

He loved how someone who’d been through so much could be so… happy. It gave him hope. From life as a depressed, addicted “gay man” couch surfing and sometimes homeless, to a school teacher, happy and loving and stable as a woman. Before you, he only vaguely knew what being trans was. No one really talked about it except occasionally some article or an episode of TV. Joel didn’t think much about it, but he knew what others thought. Many said it was a sin, or unnatural, or that it was body mutilation… Some said things like they would regret it, that it was a mental illness… Joel didn’t know much about mental illness, if he was being honest. He knew it was considered a mental illness by the big book psychiatrists use… but he always knew until the 70’s being gay was considered one too, and Joel didn’t think Tess, Bill and Frank were mentally ill. Well, Bill was a conspiracy theorist and a little cooky at times, but his head was on straight. Joel didn’t really care what anyone said. You were living and looking the way you wanted to  save your life, and Joel was glad you were alive, even if you weren't a part of his world.

After serving up his girls, a heaping serving for Ellie to make up for what she’s not getting at ‘home’, Joel leaned against the counter, spooning the left over right into his mouth. One less dish to clean. He liked Ellie, he thought as he ate, even if she was a bit of a pain in the ass. She was spirited in a way Sarah wasn’t, but a good kid. She also liked baseball, and would watch with him sometimes before Sarah dragged her away.

He heard the doorbell, and Sarah ran up shouting “I’ll get it!!!” and as Joel walked over to the door still chewing a big mouthful of spaghetti, she informed him it was Aunt Tess.

“Hey Tess,” Joel swallowed his food, “Sorry, I can’t have anyone other than Tommy over, Ellie’s over for a playdate.”

Tess didn’t look like herself, sollem and worried face mareing her expressions. “Joel… something happened with Blue…”

His heart dropped. “Is it the Kurt Cobain thing? Is she okay? I know thats probably really upset-” 

She cut him off, hand raised but not rudely. “No, Joel I- jesus… Tommy say anything to you?”

Joel furrowed his brow. What did he do now? “No… he get into trouble again?”

“No… he was pretty out of it the other night but… him and me with with Max. Joel, I swear, he said he dumped Kayla.”

Taking a deep breath, Joel cringed at her name. “Y’all can do whatever you want, it’s none of my business.” But it still hurt, just a little, even if it was irrational. 

Tess scrubbed her face. “Joel, it’s bad, it’s so bad. Tommy got drunk, and he started talk’n, and you know how he gets… well Max was talkn ‘bout Kayla and her beef with Blue and I swear, no one was talk’n bad about her, Tommy was say’n how much he likes her, and I don’t even know how it came out but Tommy mentioned her being trans-”

“Shit- To Max? Tess, you know how he is!” Joel turned into the house, bellowing. “TOMMY!”

“I know! I know, okay but listen…” She shifted her feet. “I guess he wasn’t done with Kayla…” Tess’s face looked wracked with guilt, biting her lip and struggling to get out the story.

It was bad.

*

Joel dropped Ellie off with her foster mom, sending her with some fruit snacks. Not trusting Tommy with Sarah alone yet, Joel left her with Tommy and Tess; Talia answered Blue’s door.

“Joel.” She sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “This isn’t a good time. You know I love yuh, but she don’t need this right now.”

Joel shuffled, placing his hands in his pockets. “I’m- fuck, I’m sorry I just… I wanted to check on ‘er…” 

Talia’s face softens, her body language relaxing. “I know… and I’m sorry. Maybe come by in a few days, I’ll let her know you stopped by, but she said she didn’t wanna see anyone-”

“Talia? Is that Joel?”

Signing at the voice of her best friend, she turned around. “Yeah babe, I told him to come by in a day or two.”

The sound of you sitting up made his heart leap. The idea of seeing you after months was exciting and nerve racking. 

Acquiescing, Talia opened the door to your apartment where Joel saw you. You were still in your PJ’s, hair a mess, your eyes bloodshot and puffy. You were still the prettiest woman he’d ever seen in his life.

“Hey.” Nirvana played in the background. Something in the Way.

“Hey…” You lip quivers, and Joel runs over to you with no hesitation, scooping you into his strong, farm-worked arms and keeping you close to him as you cried. Your body wracks in heaves and sobs, and Joel knew something was very wrong, his heart aching for you, hoping so badly you were going to be okay. He never wanted to stop hugging you. When you’re crying slowed, Joel still held your body. Talia offered to go get some food, trusting Joel to watch you while she was gone and giving you both time to talk. When you finally lifted your head off his soft flannel, Joel guided you to sit on the couch.

“I’ve missed you so much…” You sniffled, not looking at him. “As soon as I heard about Kurt Cobain, I just wanted to call you…”

“You could’ve…” He reassured you. “I know how much he meant to you… I don’t want you to have to go through things alone, Blue…”

You shake your head. “I don’t. I got Talia, I always got Talia… and Tess and Tommy…” 

Joel didn’t know Tommy was hanging out with you. “I know… I just…” He sighs. “I still wanna be there for you, you know? And with what happened…”

You groan, flopping back on the couch dramatically. “I can’t fucking beleive it. Years, i was here for years completely fine! Then this shit happens!”

“I’m sorry-”

“Joel, don’t-”

“But I am! I’m sorry, this is because of me.”

“No, this is because Kayla is a bitch. Sorry Joel, I know you don’t like us talk’n bad about her but she is!”

His voice was soft and gentle. “I think you earned the right to call her that, Blue.”

He hears you huff a sardonic laugh. “So have you.” You scrub your face. “Three years with this school, not so much as a talking to, no bad performance reviews… Not even a parent complaint.” You pop your head up. “Parents will complain about everything! But not me!” Back down. “All down the drain.”

Apparently, Max wasn’t done with Kayla. This didn’t surprise Joel; Kayla wanted Max to get to him, and Max was stupid. Of course he was still cheating with her. Kayla was, obviously, beautiful. That’s just a fact. After finding out Blue was trans, he scampered off to Kayla like a little rat and told her. Kayla, in turn, outted Blue to the entire school.

“Can’t you sue for wrongful termination? I mean, they can’t fire you for being trans.”

“Nope” You popped the P. “But they fired me on grounds of poor work performance which is bullshit. Texas is a will to work state, which means they can basically fire me for anything except being a protected class, so they just make something up. Texs has ass workers rights, I don’t got a leg to stand on.” He watched as your eyes welled up with tears. “Parents who always said their children adored me complained I was a predator and was grooming their children… One called me a satanist, which is wild.”

Joel chuckled a little at that, but only because you had a smile at the corner of your mouth. “I’m sorry this is happening, Blue… you’re a great teacher and they are fucking missing out.”

“I know, thank you. Being good right won’t pay my bills, though.” You’d be moving in with Tess, Talia, and Tommy, making for a full house. Joel wanted to bring Tommy home, he really fucking did… Tess and Talia woud have a full house once Blue was there, Sarah missed him… and fuck, Joel missed him. A lot. But Tommy refused to get help, and although he said he was clean, he’d said it before. He couldn’t risk Sarah’s safety like that. Honestly, he wasn’t sure Tommy even wanted to come back with the way Joel had talked to him sometimes. 

You rested your feet on his blue jeans. “I’m glad you’re here, cowboy.”

Joel just can't stay away.

Two chapters left! One more seeing how things come back together for Joel, Blue, Sarah, Ellie, Tess and Talia

then, the finally where everyone is happy for the finale of pride event!!!!

I went to pride today (before and after being The Bikeriders AGAIN)

Before, I cried a little a free mom hugs

then i cried at The Bikerriders

then!! After bikeriders I went back to check out everything fully with more time and ended up breaking down sobbing at the free mom/dad hugs tent. It was so much a lady from anothr tent hugged me too ;-;

i love my mom but she'd never fully accept me.

Anyway, love y'all!!!! You are loved just the way you are! You are sacred!

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[hapfish]

Hey! I'm making a F!Leo cosplay and I was wondering if you have any advice for how to do the shell? The plastron, specifically. Yours was amazing! Ty xx

Yeah of course!!! Luckily the rise plastrons are very geometric so its pretty easy to make a pattern from it! I dont have pictures of early steps so pls bear with me <3 info n pictures below the cut

First thing i did was make a pattern of my torso with plastic wrap and tape so i could see the curve of my stomach and chest. Cant say this helped a TON, but i cant imagine things in my head, so it helped me conceptualize the size and dimensions i would need the front panels to be to cover my torso.

Next i started sketching small patterns for what the cut outs may look like. DEFINITELY make a paper pattern, this took a lot of trial and error and you dont want to waste too much foam. I cannot for the life of me find my paper patterns unfortunately, but hopefully you can see part of where im coming from with the detailed pictures of the plastron!! I made patters for 1/2 of the plastron, and flipped the patters over to make the other half mirrored and symetrical.

Now the cutting. I used .7mm foam (i think?? I got it from micheals. Joann fabrics has some but only small sheets. If you want less seams you should get the bigger ones, or buy massive sheets online. EVA foam isnt too hard to find, but make sure your density and width is appropriate for what youre making. When actually cutting the pieces out, some cuts will be flat while others may work best at an angle. I used mostly 90* and 45* angles to make clean edges and corners.

Bear with me bc the pictures in this next part are kinda uglie </3 ill explain why later.

For matching the curve of the body, i used a fresh blade and made shallow triangle cuts on the backside of the foam as can be seen here:

It would have worked better if the chest pieces were also vurved by i was on a time crunch and didnt have the time to make a 3rd or fourth plastron (yes this was a second fully completed attempt orz). Im also a bigger dude so it may be easier if your torso is smaller. I also had the benefit of making my pants from scratch (using a demon slayer uniform pattern that i altered) so i made the waistband big enough to tuck the shell into, which helped with keeping it curved around my body.

(This but only applies to future leo and i did post gluing the pieces together, but for his Top Surgery Scars™️ i cut into the chest at a 45*angle, then glued those pieces back onto the back side to seal the cut)

For gluing, i tried a whole lot of types but jothing worked as well as cement glue. It is toxic tho so make sure you do it outside or with good ventilation, and wear gloves/a mask. I did two layers on each edge then stuck the edges together, 3 if i noticed the foam absorbing it to much. Make sure you take the gluing slow and really put pressure on the pieces to lock them together. Follow the instructions and youll do fine.

For painting, i did 2 layers of modge podge, 1-2 priming layers (depends on if foam is white or black to start), and then whatever layers you need for a smooth coat of color. I topped it off with modgepodge again to seal it, but that may not have been the best idea for the following reasons....

EW YUCK. WHY IT LOOK LIKE THAT.

Well. It didnt always. Turns out when youre wearing approx 3 laters in the summer then cover your body with insulating foam, the heat and moisture makes the modgepodge MELT. and like i said before, this bottom portion was tucked into my pants so it did not breathe. I have yet to even try to find a solution but just keep it in mind when making your cosplay (and if you find a solution PLEASE LET ME KNOW! My one idea was tryna find a sealant that wont melt (obv) but idk what that would be)

And FINALLY. how to secure it to the body suit!! I used snaps!! So easy and nice (besides the melting issue but thats a different thing entirely.) They never came off or gave me problems (minus the melting) and made the shells easy to transfer/travel with and put on.

(Heres a pic of them on the suit sewn in by hand, and above you can see them on the shell itself.)

All in all, The plastron was so so hard and im honestly still not happy with it, planning to remake it before i wear him again. Please show me your cosplay when you finish it, id love to see!! Please lemme know if you have any other questions!! 🐢💙

[mushroomnoodles]

FAQ

this is just for some of the more frequently asked questions. i am gonna try to put things bluntly here to try and minimize any confusion, especially if folks are using a translator. tw for mentions of death and genitalia

is simon/betty trans?

up to you on simon. i don't have a preference. but most of my bettys are AMAB trans women, some have bottom surgery and some don't. of course, i have some personal headcanons on some of them, but again, nothing is "op canon" in that regard.

how did simon give birth to morri?

well, if you hc him as trans, that makes things easier, but either way he just gave birth to morrigan how a regular human being would.

if you hc him as cis, then simon would have been given the full internal AFAB equipment upon impregnation by GOLBetty- uterus, ovaries, etc- with the external equipment coming in courtesy of morrigan around month.. 6-7? that's right, i took his penis privileges. sorry king.

what gender is morrigan?

morrigan is nonbinary and intersex, and uses any pronouns. morrigan chose to develop into a human body rather than a more cosmic-entity type one as to not scare simon.

does morri have a voiceclaim?

sure does! it's shadow milk cookie from cookie run kingdom! here's a vid.

is GOLBetty alive/did she reincarnate?

i'm aware GOLBetty probably did reincarnate at the end of F+C s1. buuuuut my GOLBetty never unfused. she simply went back to sleep after impregnating simon. if someone's interested in me going into detail about how i interpretate my GOLBetty and how she thinks/functions i'll probably do that.

can GOLBetty-

when/does simon die?

he lives for about 250 years after giving birth to morrigan. the cosmic energy radiating through his body ran out, and he essentially instantly died as his organs stopped working. like someone entered /kill simon_petrikov into the world console. from there he either eventually reincarnates, or morrigan finds some way to replace him or raise him from the dead.

morrigan was the physical age of 13 when simon passed, by the way. the older morrigan gets, the slower they age.

does morri ever meet their mom?

yes, they do. by the time they do meet her, however, GOLBetty is in a deep, deep sleep.

morrigan has a complicated relationship with her, especially as, due to simon's stories of her as a human, they see her in this overglorified light. they also consider GOLBetty to kind of internally be two separate entities- GOLB and betty, rather than a fusion of the two made into something slightly different.

do you do fpreg?

nope. fpreg actually is really uncomfortable for me for some reason lol, like.. INTENSELY uncomfortable. activate fight or flight mode uncomfortable. no idea why, i know it's silly, but i can't interact with it, can't draw it, won't draw it.

side note, i'm not gonna draw simon pregnant with any more than twins at one time, barring creaturewizards au. just out of my comfort zone is all.

[jenny-in-a-jar]

✨ 9 days until my surgery ✨

I'm very very excited for my surgery (it's my second gender affirming surgery but this one is more significant to me since it'll be top and bottom surgery) and I'm obviously counting the days until it and I thought some people might be interested in my trans journey. So see part 2 below the cut

Read part 1 here

So, after getting out of quarantine, I went home with my mom for winter break and never went back to college 😅

I'm very fortunate for my mom. She has been a big supporter for my transition. And I understand how much having a supportive parent during my transition makes things easier for me. I will say there was some rough moments in the beginning. Like she didn't really take me seriously about transitioning until I told her I wanted hrt. There were some arguing (specifically about the loss of fertility) but I was stubborn and said I would pursue hrt even if she kicked me out. And she replied "I love you too much to do that to you" 🥲. And did her own research and accepted that I would be happier on hrt. I remember there was a moment where we got high together (yeah, we used to smoke weed together) and I she apologized for raising me as a boy. Which she didn't have to do but I really appreciated. 🥺

I also remember that she helped me get my first wardrobe of feminine clothing because she was embarrassed with how I looked trying to look queer with the masculine clothes I currently had 😂 Since the beginning, most of my wardrobe came from thrift stores. Got my initial hual of over 20 pieces for about $50 🤩 Which this outfit came from.

(picture taken Dec 1st, 2020)

I still have the Ugg Boots and I think the fingerless gloves but I can't really recreate this fit anymore.

I also remember this was the era when I was wearing breast forms. I still have them somewhere for nostalgia sake.

This picture was also taken 4 days before I started hrt which was a month after my egg cracked. A lot of firsts and changes happened after that but I'll get into that tomorrow 😁✌️

Next part here

[irlpinkiepie]

anyway update on what i've been up to, since it's been a year since i've posted anything at all and much longer than that since i've actually talked about my life in any detail on here:

still in cleveland! left my parents' a few months after i graduated to go live with friends from uni (sidenote, if you are in a position to do so? holy shit, move out from your parents', it is crazy worth it) and now those friends are partners! might be nice to move someplace else sometime if those partners are up for it, maybe somewhere on the northeast corridor? but as it stands i am fucking loving this city even if it does not quite fulfil my childhood expectation of 'hey i have lived in the same country for more than two years, that's kinda weird'

i have a job now! a like, actual full-time job, which is still wild given quite how long i kinda expected that that would be something i would never be able to manage on account of the Autism. turns out though that people will pay you to just look over spreadsheets and write documents for them? would that it were easier to find such a place which paid better and had a better work culture but, such as it is

speaking of partners actually, i am up to uh. five now! it turns out that i have an absurd amount of love in my heart and basically the only reason that number is not greater than five is because of the aforementioned having a full-time job and not really having the time in the day to have more partners than that. so cool to be the weird freaky polyamorous trans girl i always dreamed i would be though

oh yeah! bottom surgery! hopefully that's gonna be soon! i've got an appointment next week to get the last of my insurance letters, and then fingers crossed i can get a follow-up and make it happen sometime next year? have i talked about getting bottom surgery at all on here? well i am not going to go into too much detail on a sfw post but the gist is i found out that there was a way to do bottom surgery that let you have both and was like 'oh my god okay this perfectly captures the way i want my body to look' and immediately called up a surgeon's office to schedule a first appointment

chicken pet. need i say more

writing again! for the first time in a good long while, taking a story i wrote a couple years ago and pulling it out of the shared universe in which it originally resided so that i can do more of the things i wanted to with it. if you're one of the like, two or three people who knows what that story is from that description, i'll put the original back up once i'm finished with the rewrite and have a place to link it to people; i would like to have the chance to tell this story on my own terms, but i absolutely don't want it to be completely lost media

cycling! one of the perks of living in a big city it turns out is that it's actually easy to get to places and so i have been cycling a whole bunch just out of practicality, but it turns out that it's also just really fun to do? absolutely not a sport cyclist by any means, my bike is a $200 cruiser from target, but it's just so so nice to go outside and do things and perform physical activity

in short: i feel like life has been generally pretty darn great! and i am glad to be able to share that here with y'all

[morn1e]

since i have posted my dude hcs already here r some 4 marnie that were on my old blog but i want them here again😁

- full name is maureen montgomery😁 normally has always been referred to as maureen/reen by family&by surname at work. marnie is exclusively a nickname that dude calls her by. at 1st realllyyyy did not like that bcuz he solely called her that bcuz he knew that would get under her skin but in the end got used to it&would not have it any other way <:)

-37 y/o as of 2003

- grew up on a farm in maryland&studied med school+residency in boston, massachusetts. currently lives in paradise. sole reason moved to paradise is bcuz the busy life in boston+exhausting residency really did her in&made her hit rock bottom in ambition&which made her move across the country to start fresh bcuz what other choice did she have?

-had quite a few piercings when younger/as a med student but has mostly taken them out bcuz she personally outgrew them. still has plugs/tunnels obviously bcuz that shit is irreversible

- have not rly figured out the timeline yet but she is a double doctor; both having a medical degree&phd in biochemistry😁. works in general surgery these days. very mary sue but whole idea for marnie is an individual who was a gifted child who was very ambitious&motivated to b the best but like icarus flew too close to the sun where her wax wings melted&got stuck in burnout&just. not caring anymore

- she has always been very cold&non caring in nature but pretends to b nice so ppl do not come for her ass unnecessarily+it is generally easier to attract more flies w honey than with vinegar when it comes to getting what u want

- has a younger sister who has to kids&is living w parents back in maryland. mom was a stay @ home mom/butcher&dad is a horse doctor. her home life was genuinely very well&loving but bcuz marnie is a piece of shit she is rather disconnected from her family bcuz in personality she&the rest of the family r polar opposite&she could never relate to them. she does not hate either of them but is not also close to them. they r just there.neutral connection. does not talk much to them; only talks if they reach out 1st.

- always wears a pearl necklace she got from somewhere. it does not hold any sentimental value she just has bcome accustomed to how it feels on her neck. without it marnie feels naked honestly

- kind of known already but just very nonchalant. very chill but w a serious tone. sarcastic. fights w words than get physical. if any of this makes sense. idk how to properly explain it sorry but her demeanour is really like house from house md i guess. that it my best explanation.sorry

- has a bonsai tree :) surprisingly it is doing well bcuz she genuinely takes good care of it

- also own a sick ass large aquarium w fish :) they do not require much attention except to maintaining the tank which is an activity she rather enjoys doing every other weekend during her free time off work as it is smth to keep her busy

- the scar on her shoulder is from the time her younger sister shot her w their dads hunting rifle bcuz marnie did not let her sister take her doll when they were kids😁

- red wine&whiskey enjoyer🐦‍⬛ cheap beer hits close 2 home so likes that also

- fav dessert is chocolate pudding :)

- smokes camel cigarettes bcuz more doctors smoke camels than any other cigarette😇

- drives(more like owns bcuz in paradise cars r basically useless) a 1979 cadillac le cabriolet that she got as a gift for finishing med school+her phd

- generally will listen to anything bcuz she does not rly have a fav genre or whatever. but her fav band is underworld&the “second toughest in the infants” album of theirs specifically is her fave

- marnie is genuinely a very skilled&great surgeon but not really good as a doctor when it comes to talking to patients. she is not 1 who would deny tests/prescriptions etc bcuz she could care less but her cold, very honest, rather insensitive at times demeanour is not really liked in patients. plus she does Not like talking to ppl for too long. it is easier cutting into a person than interacting w 1

- is always 20 steps ahead bcuz oohh so gigachad so mary sue but also bcuz every1 in paradise is stupid as shit so shit like forging prescriptions is childs play to her now.

- is sadly forced to work in the free clinic sometimes😢 genuinely hates this task but it can b amusing sometimes

- despite being a bitch is generally nice to kids :) esp child patients @ the clinic or in surgery. she is not 1 who would baby them w talking in a baby voice or belittle them or whatever but would treat them as just. human. besides they r just kids. u cannot b mean to kids. most of the time kids r easier&more fun to interact w than grown ass adults @ the hospital

- has a very strong stomach bcuz not only she grew up on a farm she is a surgeon. marnie has seen it all. nothing is new 4ever to her anymore these days

- always sleeps in a pose like how pharaohs r buried in. hands @ chest&on her back all while covered in a blanket 2 her chin despite time of year.weird ass guy idk

- feels neutral towards most animals but champ is her dear little friend:) if nobody got marnie she knows champ got her o7

- despite all the posts i make abt her being mean to dude she genuinely loves him a lot&finds him very attractive. she cares a lot for him. he is her person.horrible person stick 2gether. marnie has a thing for very tall men being tall herself.it is not everyday u meet a 6’8” low value piece of shit man. that crap makes u act unwise

[yandere-fics]

(I won't be writing the period sex, it makes me a bit uncomfortable to write, that part is getting replaced with shibari, shibari is different than just straight up tying up darling so it's still enough of a difference.)

♡ Sawyer Experimenting In The Bedroom ♡

♡ Sawyer is very happy when you finally let her tie you up in any way, even if it's not shibari she still really enjoys tying you up no matter what. For this let's assume she's tied you to the bed, she does go for at least one round this way but not being able to reposition you too much does start to get on her nerves and she eventually just unties you and sure you could argue that since shibari is more constricting she'd be able to position you less but Sawyer doesn't really get that. The thing that bothers her about the tied to the bed thing is that she can't yank and maneuver you or pick you up because if she does try then she'd yank on the bedpost and break it. ♡

♡ Shibari is a vastly different story though because she can pick something that makes it even easier for her to pick you up and sure your legs are tie together so her only option really is a mating press but with your legs pressed together like this you're going to feel everything much more intensely and she can drag you to edge of the bed if she wants or she could even hold you up in the air and try her best to do somewhat of a nelson while your legs are tied together. Her favorite part of the shibari is the preparation though and plus the ropes she uses for it are very expensive and she had to pay and instructor to show her how to do it on a mannequin so it was a very expensive choice. ♡

♡ If you send Sawyer even a suggestive text while she's at work, she's going to order you to video call her so she can watch you use one of the sex toys on yourself of course this is unnecessary since she already has cameras in the penthouse but she doesn't want you to know about those. If you send her a nude while she's at work or even a picture in lingerie, she's going to order you to get dressed because the bodyguard team is coming to escort you to herr and you had better be properly dressed when they get there. ♡

♡ Sawyer will allow it but it's not going to be something she really enjoys especially since she enjoys dominance, you can coax her into it once and she might cum from it but you had better let her knot you afterwards since she put up with this for you. She's also just very grumpy you suggested it in the first place, never bring it up again please or she might get upset. ♡

♡ She's a bit worried about anal on a darling with afab genitals(if darling is amab and like pre bottom surgery or they just don't want bottom surgery then they're obviously doing anal all the time so it's not a concern)l because why would you want to when there's a hole that will stretch more and is way less likely to hurt you. She'll do it if it's something you'll really enjoy but she's gonna be really worried since she hasn't been doing this regularly with her darling so she doesn't have as much experience with it. She does an extra half an hour of prepwork for anal though so it does make it harder to do it because it takes even more time. ♡

[prettycottonmouthlamia]

Fetishization of trans people is a really complicated topic for me personally, as it seems the primary logic for whether or not writing or art fetishizes trans people is "I know it when I see it". This is almost never true by the way. Very affirmative art gets labeled as fetishization all the time, and really I think it's important to have actual ideas on what fetishization actually is and how it manifests.

It should be said, first of all, that fetishization is not attraction to any specific part of a trans person's body. It is not fetishization to find girlcock or boypussy hot. It is not fetishization to find trans men with breasts or trans women without breasts hot. This is just, attraction, and attraction is not the same as fetishization.

Fetishization is also not specifically a totally bad thing either. This is going to be interesting to note because a lot of fetishization happens all the time. People fetishize shoes, people fetishize feet, people fetishize leggins, gloves, hands, teeth. This isn't a bad thing! It comes down to how you treat other people. If your reaction to seeing someone's feet in a non-sexual setting is to get weird about it, that's bad! Likewise, it's okay to find your trans partners super hot for various different reasons. But the problem creeps in when you stop viewing them as people worthy of love and affection and respect, and more as a vehicle for sexual stimulation and pleasure.

For example, it's fine to want to be pegged by your trans girlfriend, especially if she enjoys it. Wanting a sexual act isn't a bad thing. What is bad is if your entire relationship with trans women is viewing them as convenient dommy mommies for when you want anal sex. Not only is there maybe some potential homophobia you need to work out in this whole deal, but trans women stop existing as people and have been delegated and more as convenient women with dicks.

It's also a lot easier to identify this objectification (which is what I'm calling it now, because well, it is) as a pattern of behavior rather than any specific instance. A pattern of behavior communicates intent a lot better than simply a specific piece. You may not like a story or a piece of art, but if its just one piece that has scrolled through your dash, is it more likely that it's the work of an evil person who is objectifying trans people, or that you just have different tastes?

A lot of times, this objectification is pretty narrow too. The person who draws a variety of trans men and trans women is probably not objectifying them, but the person who does it all in a specific way might be. Emphasis on the might, you have to do a little more digging than just "vibes". So when someone does one thing (like make all of their trans women AUs of male characters and keep their appearances identical) very consistently, it tends to come off weird.

Trans women, for example, exist at many points in their transition for a wide variety of reasons. Some trans women can't or don't want to medically transition, or even socially transition. Some have just started socially transitioning. Some have just started medically transitioning. Some medically transition but don't want to change their wardrobe. Some do HRT only and no surgery. Some do only bottom surgery. Some do facial feminization surgery. All of these are valid, and ALL of these are worth depicting. Trans women, no matter who they are, deserve to be seen.

(This is also true of trans men and nonbinary people for the record, but I am not of those groups so I do not want to speak super authoritatively about it.)

If you're worried about being the person that is doing this, the best thing to do is to start creating trans people that are different from the ones you have been. Start exploring them as a diverse group of people and not a monolith.

[rubykgrant]

I don't know why I'm thinking about it, but here are some rambling thoughts I have for Grif and Simmons' surgery-

While Sarge was indeed reluctant to give cool cyborg parts to the lazy soldier, the real issue was; Grif's body had been so crushed and damaged, it needed new organic tissue, there just wasn't time for his body to accept the various cyborg implants, it all would have been rejected. Simmons was a match for him, so he agreed for a "swap", and because Simmons' body wasn't in shock, it was easier for him to become a cyborg. This was especially important in terms of the organs; Grif's body was in too much turmoil for synthetic ones.

Because of different body-types and mass, Simmons had to give up a little extra skin here and there (so although the locations are the same, he has a little more "metal" than it looks like Grif has skin-grafts. Grif's limbs are thicker, so Simmons gave donated more from the shoulder and chest area, and from the waist down for one leg. Simmons also has metallic bits around his eye, down one side of his face, and on that part of the jaw, while Grif mostly has the skin-grafts around his eye and cheek).

A lot of the cyborg parts are experimental junk Sarge had been tinkering with, and spare robot parts for Lopez (which were actually meant as optional bodies for the Alpha AI, so some of them are highly advanced), but Sarge actually had some legit prosthetic organs "just in case" (he was definitely preparing to use these for himself if he ever had to perform surgery on himself). When he talks about using car parts and stuff to fix Simmons up, he's exaggerating to mess with everybody. Even Simmons isn't sure how much of this is true... what if his new heart really DOES have stuff from their coffee maker in it!?

It took a long time for Grif's body to bounce-back, at least in terms of how it all looked. His surgery areas were pale and withered for a while... but by the time they got to Rat's Nest, he had gained back enough weight for his limbs to even-out, and his own melanin was more "absorbed" (still a shade lighter than his natural skin). His own hair grows back in, even in the skin-graft spots. He technically only has the "inner" part of Simmons' eye (Grif is too afraid to ask Sarge what the heck this means), and so the colors of his eyes still match (dark brown/almost black). Simmons naturally got a glowing red cyborg eye, because how could Sarge NOT do that. Way down the road, Grif realizes he's had these mis-matched skin-grafts for half his life, and not only is he used to it, he kind of just... feels like this is "him". Like, if he imagines himself, this is what he sees, and it is sort of... OK.

Bonus Simmons thoughts; he is indeed trans, but he had his own bottom surgery done before he ever joined the military, and never had any top surgery (he had always been flat-chested. he used to still stress about it, over-binding to an unhealthy degree... but after the whole cyborg surgery thing, it weirdly helped him relax about his own body a bit more. he's still anxious about other people SEEING his body, but that's gonna take more time to work through). Sarge is aware he's trans, and just accepts it without any fuss/never brings it up (which Simmons found to be a HUGE relief. it is actually a big sore spot for him to even let people know, to the point he denies being trans in his own head. family problems, dad force-feeding him internalized misogyny, and all kids of other gender/sexuality/body issues have become so ingrained, Simmons just can't imagine TALKING about any of this)

[corviddusk]

Further Thoughts on "AFAB Transfem(s)"

I know I shared this before but I feel it may be important to share again as more talk about the concept of "AFAB transfems" (a term I personally dislike as it reinforces assigned genders at birth as if they're something to be an identity and not an event that's traumatic for a lot of people) is debated about

This is something that explains my own experiences as an individual who was AFAB and is now currently transfeminine. I am also technically trans neutral as I am nonbinary. I have nothing but love and support for my sisters and general annoyance at the whole of this discourse going around again. I originally hadn't realized why I got the ask for this post here;

I originally was under the impression that I may have said something in the past that got noticed but it seems there was genuinely more discourse going around and I understand the frustration from all sides.

First and foremost I want to be clear that I by no means see my experiences as synonymous with all trans women especially those who had the horrific experience of being AMAB. Women who were AMAB in my country are currently dealing with horrific laws against them. I addressed this in the post I made earlier today and now I want to clearly state that the way transmisogyny often works relies on transfems having been AMAB. That means the most oppressed and hurt group by transmisogyny are those who were AMAB. This includes both perisex and intersex transfems who had this classification forced upon them. There is no doubt in my mind that their pain is worse than what I'm facing currently. I have a chance at having F on certificates, I may be able to change the M on mine, many of my friends will not and that is abhorrent and terrible. I hold privilege over them in that capacity.

I was raised primarily akin to a boy and though I used female washrooms and similar I was often attacked and physically pushed out. I literally have a phobia of all bathrooms now to the point I sometimes cry when there's ones that aren't just one stall. I was told I wasn't a real girl and mocked for being a sissy at times growing up. I was raised with the idea that crying was for the weak and violence solves everything. I was taught to use guns before I turned nine. I was thought to be an identical twin to my younger brother by most strangers. I'm transfeminine in the way I reclaim a lost girlhood that was stripped away from me. I'm transfeminine in the way I need and want surgeries to alleviate my gender dysphoria for my body being wrong. And all the whole I still have privilege over many of my sisters when it comes to accessibility to some of the surgeries I want.

Trust me being able to get my genitalia fixed to be more typical to vaginas and vulvas will be easier than most of my sisters, and if I find the right doctors beforehand insurance helping out is way more probable than it is for most others. My atypical wishes for bottom surgery is where I'll run into trouble but that's more in line with transmasculine procedures and in part due to me feeling insecure about the other half of my genitalia as it is now.

Any woman who was AFAB has privilege over any woman who was AMAB.

Any man who was AMAB has privilege over any man who was AFAB.

This is because of how the oppression against trans people works. Your gender marker on your birth certificate can and will change so much for the medical world. That isn't to say that you're privileged for being intersex, like some may say as a response to this idea.

Intersex transfems who were AMAB suffer both that additional level of harm from being AMAB and intersexism. They exist, they are important, they're people who should be considered as the intersex people who get hurt the most by transmisogyny.

Intersex transmascs who are AFAB suffer both the addition of being AFAB and intersexism. They have it worse than intersex AMAB transmascs due to that added layer of oppression.

It's okay to say you're not fully TMA if you're a transfem who was AFAB. I'm not fully TMA there are situations where I would be fully TME as transmisogyny works in various ways and some are directly about conformity to sex assignment rather than your chromosomal, hormonal, or phenotypical sex. It doesn't matter that I'm not actually a "biological female" (which is also a terf dog whistle y'all need to stop using it) or in better terms phenotypically and hormonally aligned with the common idea of woman. It matters that I was assigned F. In many cases.

Yes I can be transfem I'm transitioning medically and socially, but I also still ultimately do have privilege that cannot be ignored just because of the other ways I'm harmed by the systems that be.

[joelletwo]

in my mind. takazura genders slightly attuned to each other. handwaving away the preshoukason and probably kyuubei-like logistics that would be necessary for canon compliant trans man takasugi. katsura and shouyou that buddy system takasugi to ye olde informed consent clinic for blockers and then t. sweet little pre-gintoki gay-straight childhood romance confused by but not complicated by takasugi gender but he does make lots of mean little YOURE more girly than i am comments.

wartime strategic genderplay (multifold. maybe [its always morally correct to kill off chars dads in ur hcs] sugis parents die as a war consequence and they take advantage of this to fudge takasugi's gender marker records IN the comedy of errors that leads them to getting for real legally married as part of an undercover thing where katsura is in drag. this awakens nothing in katsura for ten more years but takasugi does like being the husband and everybody does like teasing zura about it)

10 yr separation from everyone (??? what is going on in zura's mind in the absence of the normal influences.) takasugi gets back alley top surgery by sword from a rando

so funny to me to have to work transphobic early-series katsura into things. ig he has his egg cracked after working for mama saigou. but he does still go on e early early. hes diying hormones. unrelatedly concurrent-and-post-benizakura katsura sliding his conception of himself to the beleagured wife who has to keep her wayward husband in line made easier by the fact that she has always been caretaking takasugi.

ignoring ss for the purposes of this but farewell shins-onwards zura second puberty rereckoning with herself (tags on this post post-me seeing amanto war nostalgia cosplay takazura in SS) real. still. zura keeping them divorced by being #fullmasc zuramp during twitter assassination. real i guess. zura also gets top and bottom removal surgery somewhere in here. maybe when she's on a government salary. anything else about their open-ended development during and post SS. not thought about yet

BUT. all this to say. if put into bfy world and if given decades to grow in a gintoki-less world. i think zura goes evil ojou-san laugh and takasugi finds himself gravitating back towards womanhood in various senses to interface with zura (and to fill the tae hole in the narrative). i think they orient themselves by each other. my beautiful little two-faced coin wives that never stop mirroring each other even when they swap positions.