#and get a binder asap

[spicypussywave]

everytime i notice the way shirts fit on perth i go. (sighs) i need that physique. then i remember i got boobs

[dragonji]

bamboo, chia, camellia?

bamboo -> do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

If I have no other plans for the day yes I'll almost always switch to lounge clothes!

chia -> what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

Nothing really comes to mind off the top of my head ^^; A lot of my humor is in reaction to situations so doesn't tend to be very long lasting!

camellia ->  what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

Generally I think I've just mellowed out from when I was younger but haven't changed too much... As a kid I was much less socially aware but also in a way more outgoing bc I just did Not understand many social cues unless I was directly told.. I was also way more stubborn and bossy lol. I was very much a kid that wanted every adult's approval whereas now recognition still matters to me but I'm not so obsessive over it.

[prettycottagequeer]

ok maybe I'm a little late to this BUT I'm gonna do a to-do list motivation thingy because I've had the worst two weeks since I started college :)

SO these I should start on asap:

50 I make the snack I really want but I haven't had the motivation to make

100 I clean my dorm. another thing I've been meaning to do for a week

150 I do the presentation about mid-victorian fashion I've been putting off (due Monday)

200 I start memorizing the monologue that was due a week ago (now due Tuesday)

these can wait longer:

300 I spend time outside. It's so nice but I'm getting stuck scrolling because I feel like shit. vicious cycle ect

500 I start setting a better weekend routine (aka getting up before noon)

1k I start working out again. I was doing a routine to get more masc and build muscle and I liked it but life hit me like Crowley driving the Bentley and I've missed like 3 weeks

2k I buy my first binder. I've been coping with sports bras for almost a year now and I haven't been able to justify spending $50+ on a binder even though I know I'd love it and use it everyday.

Do I tag people? I don't know but I'm going to. @the-globe-theatre-maggot @weirdly-specific-but-ok @howmanyholesinswisscheese

here's just some context if you want to read, feel free to skip. some of this I've talked about in the maggot server, some I haven't, but I really just need a place for this to go that's out of my head. tw homophobia, transphobia, car crash(??)

How I Have Been Run Over By The Bentley Going 90 In Central London What Feels Like 50 Times In The Last Two Weeks

I'm going to college about 4 hours away from my parents, and it's been really nice. They.. suck, to say the least. transphobic/homophobic ect, super traditional conservative catholic, racist, all of it. so i tried to move somewhere where I wouldn't have to think about them and I could be myself and do what I can to be happy. March 1st was the start of my spring break, which meant going home because the dorms close. I was already not excited, but I was prepared. the problem with being away from home is I forget just how bad they are. My optimism gets the better of me and I think maybe this time they'll be better. so I decided to not hide my septum piercing.

that was a mistake. it starts a whole fight where they say we know you're trans, you're actually a girl and you always will be, we have the bones argument, they think I'm being influenced by demons or something (if only they knew about crowley) because I want to change my name, and they tell me that going on t will completely ruin my body and give me cancer and other things. They're also mad about my dyed hair, septum, and general style, and say I'm setting a terrible example for my (5) younger siblings and make it a point to tell me just how much of a disappointment I am. I think I'm pretty cute and fun but y'know, whatever. very fun time. I lie so much, don't give them any more details about my identity, and say I'm not planning to go on t to save my ass. which is all on instinct which makes me feel worse because if I'm really trans I should be able to stand up for that, right? maybe I'm faking the dysphoria.

the next morning I wake up really sick, and spend the rest of the week sick and feeling like shit because I'm home and back in the same place and situation I was a year ago that I thought I escaped. at one point I pretty much lose my voice but also kind of get gender euphoria from it. it's weird.

On Friday it's time for me to drive back 4 hours to school, and I make it about 3/4 of the way when google maps takes me on a random gravel road and I crash my car, really crash my car, like sideways-in-a-ditch-windows-broken-crawling-up-out-the-door crash it in the middle of nowhere. (I was fully paying attention to the road, it was raining and super slick) I call my parents because I have no one else to call and I sit in a Subway for 3 hours while they drive to get my car. when they get there they're (understandably) really mad, and they tell me that I'm not mature enough to be going to school so far away and I need to get my shit together and stop depending on them. which. is probably true. but made me feel even more stupid about the fact that I crashed my car. I get back to school and I'm still Very Sick with no energy or motivation to do anything. So I've spent the last week trying to get better and honestly to do anything. it hasn't really worked. I'm a lot better health-wise (Not emotionally), still sick but I have a lot of work due, so I really need a push to get started

[sorin-thru-the-sky]

my first compression top just arrived and the gender is gendering hard today

[cryptidcorners]

Hey! I saw your requests were open! Could we have some cute Mike fluff of taking Abby back to school shopping and struggling to help choose outfits for her? Probably would include being silently discouraged by the prices of the nice clothes but trying to get her something nice anyway? This can either be just Mike and Abby, or include a y/n girlfriend, I’m not picky. Thanks!

~ Mike Schmidt x Reader ~

= Title: $49.99

= Character: Mike Schmidt

= Media: Movie!Five Nights at Freddy's

= A.N: I'm loving your requests ! This is too cute, had to write it ASAP! Hope you like it.

= Prompt: N/A

= Description: Just a fluffy one-shot of Mike & his girlfriend going "back to school" shopping with Abby !

= Request: "Hey! I saw your requests were open! Could we have some cute Mike fluff of taking Abby back to school shopping and struggling to help choose outfits for her? Probably would include being silently discouraged by the prices of the nice clothes but trying to get her something nice anyway? This can either be just Mike and Abby, or include a y/n girlfriend, I'm not picky. Thanks!"

= Tags: Fluff ! Slice of Life, Sweet Talk + Moments, Abby being Adorable, Back to School Shopping, Established Relationship, Some Comfort, Romantic, Found Family + Reader is !Fem

= Warnings: Slight Doubt + Worry from Mike, but it's Subtle !

= Please read my INTRO before interacting !

"How about this one?" Abby pointed, eyes fixed on a colorful binder paired up with a neat pack of coloring supplies. Before Mike could open his mouth, she was already tailing it forward. An exhausted breath left his lips instead, but he couldn't help but chuckle softly at her enthusiasm. He missed when he was that way. It brought him closure to see Abby running around all excited, and he was going to nurture it as much as he could.

Mike gasped quietly when you lightly nudged his shoulder playfully. "Earth to Michael," you joked. Mike eased, folding his arms and shyly looking away. "Sorry, just thinking." Mike's eyes promptly shifted towards Abby, who was stirring about like she was in a candy store. Your voice softened, "About her?"

"Yeah. It's just nice to see her so happy. Especially after, well," he trailed off. "I'm just glad she's doing okay."

You caressed his face with a smile, and he quickly placed a hand on yours, obviously savoring the moment. His eyes closed in comfort.

"Mike, can I get this?" Abby asked. His eyes flickered open. "Oh?" He lowered himself down to get to her level. Something you had always found cute.

She extended her hand on a sparkly-colorful outfit, its lower half dragging against the floor. Mike hummed and pulled out the tag, and frowned. Which caught into you as well.

"Mike?"

"Hey, how about you keep looking for some more supplies. That way, when I get the cart, we can just pile everything up and get out of here quicker." He continued, "And you'll be able to use your color pencils quicker too."

Abby smiled, "Really?" Mike nodded quietly and ruffled her hair a bit. She turned back and disappeared down the aisle. Mike's eyes were following her the entire way, he wouldn't let her out of his sight.

Mike stood up, face low with defeat. "Nearly fifty bucks. I don't think I can afford it, but-"

You finished, "You don't want to tell her?" And he nodded.

"Look, I can put in a few bucks, Mike. I shouldn't let you pay for everything." You told him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Mike weakly protested, "I can't let you do that. You've done so much, I don't want to take your money."

"Mike, I want to. I love the kid, and you've been working hard." You kissed his cheek lightly. Which made him bashful in record pace, "Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

Once Abby returned, you had decided to spend more of what you intended. As much as Mike protested, you insisted that it was all for Abby. Besides, it brought him incredible joy to see Abby trying on new sweaters and accessories she adored. That was convincing enough to let you gather a few more pieces of her new wardrobe and leave the store with a heartfelt attitude.

Abby had been holding your hand the whole time. She was definitely giddy, but she was quiet too. Which brought Mike to gently remind her, "Don't you have something to say, Abbs?"

"Oh, right! Thank you so, so, so much!" Abby said childishly. "I'm going to try all of these when I get home. My friends will love this."

"I'm sure they will." You replied with a grin. Which made you turn to Mike with a softened expression, silently mouthing an: "I love you" before driving home to spend time with Abby one last time before her new year of school.

[palepersonacoffee]

💜for the ask game?

💜 What is your favourite fantasy involving detrans/misgen?

My doctor decides I'd be be better off as a girl. Of course, if I knew that that's what they thought, I would switch doctors, so they don't tell me. Instead, they trick me into detransitioning- They tell me that my T levels are abnormally high, so I need to take a lower dose to get me back on track. After all, extra testosterone in the body turns into estradiol or something right? We don't want that. So they halve my dose indefinitely, and send me to a therapist that's in on the game. I think the therapist is kind of weird, but I don't want my mental health to take a turn because I'm sad about my lower dose.

The next appointment I go in to see the doctor, they tell me to take my shirt off. I ask why, and they gaslight me into thinking it's so they can check my health somehow- but they don't do it right away. I sit there on the table covering my chest up while they talk about the new drugs they're prescribing me. I don't think about anything but how humiliated I am- Whats Flibanserin? What's domperidone? What's Metoclopramide? What's topamax and why is the dose on that so high? I don't know and I'm not paying attention. I'm just desperately wishing I could put my shirt back on. When theyre finished listing off all the new medications I need to take, the brush my hands put of the way where I was covering up like it's the most normal thing in the world. They start squeezing my tits, massaging them, pinching and pulling and jiggling. I'm squeezing my eyes shut wishing it was over.

My next appointment, I'm really confused for some reason. Dizzy and stupid and dim. The therapist has been having me undress to talk about my trauma because somehow that's going to help me, so it's not weird that the doctor is having me undress now. They finger my sloppy cunt while they tell me that I need to stop taking testosterone entirely, it's very dangerous for me. I try to ask why but I'm so out of it, they just brush right over me. They put me on estrogen and I don't even notice. They tell me that to keep myself healthy, I need to start pumping my breasts. There's yucky stuff in there and I need to get it all out every night before I can start taking T again. They up my dose on everything. They tell me I can go ahead and leave my boxers and jeans and binder with them, I don't need them, they need to make sure I'm not using them to hurt myself. Oh, here's the breast pump I need btw. Start immediately.

My next appointment, I'm basically brainless. The therapist had to drop me off. Why was the therapist driving me around places again? What happened to all my boy clothes? Why are my tits so big? I can't remember. I don't have the brainpower to think about it for very long. The doctor doesn't even bother talking to me other than to tell me to strip. They press something big into my wet vagina, so big it's uncomfortable and I can't close my legs around it. Somehow, maybe using a medical glue, they make sure it stays inside me. Then they start fingerings my ass open, and do the same there. They tell me it's unsafe for me to be alone, but luckily there's a clinic near here that can help me. I need to be admitted ASAP. I look ridiculous when they finally let me stand up from where I was bent over the examination table, I can't even walk right. I waddle around, crab walking because I can't close my legs around the things inside me. They don't say anything when they pry my mouth open to stuff something inside there, either- I don't realize it, but it's my old boxers. They expect me to just stupidly take it without any explanation, and I do. They tell me to step into the closet over there and they shut the door behind me, locking me in until the end of their shift. I can hear them starting the same thing with another confused girl, but I cant make any noise to warn them. I wouldn't know what was even happening anyways. I can barely articulate my own name. When their shift is finally over, they take me to the clinic- It's just their house.

[macgyvermedical]

Hello Ross!

Came across your post reblogged by @msbarrows. Sorry if you've been asked this before, but what are some good steps to take now before the new regime comes into effect in January?/RFK Jr brain worm antivaxxer BS.

Thank you in advance.

I know just about every post on the subject says this, but- get your vaccines up to date. Buy yourself a nice TDaP from the CVS for Christmas. The Department of Health and Human Services (of which RFK Jr will have control) oversees the CDC and the FDA. While it would be unlikely he would go for an all-out ban on vaccines, he could make vaccines a hell of a lot more optional and refuse to approve new ones. Considering another goal of the administration is to repeal the ACA, that would mean childhood vaccinations would no longer be covered by private insurance (I was a child prior to the ACA and my mom paid $750 to get (fully insured) me vaccinated (about $1,638 in today's dollars). Meaning people will likely not be able to afford vaccines even if they wanted them. And a combination of expense + lack of mandate would mean a drastic reduction in the number of people who get vaccinated. While vaccines are less effective without community (herd) immunity, they are still great at keeping you from dying. So get them while they're available and covered.

Get your records. Download or request as many of your own medical records (and those of your children!) as you can. You can get most of your records through MyChart or other online portals. If you received medical care before electronic charting, you'll have to directly contact your hospital or clinic's records department to see if they can send you copies. Save them in hard copies in a binder or at least on a flash drive or disc you have the ability to read from a computer. This makes your medical care portable if you have to see a new doctor without a lot of time to plan.

If you're on more than one medication, have a "medication reconciliation" appointment with your doctor. Learn what meds you are on and know what each of them do. Call your pharmacy and learn how much they cost without insurance. Ask your doctor if there are any cheaper alternatives that treat the same things. In the case of an ACA repeal and loss of drug coverage, you're going to want to know so you can make an informed decision about which drugs you buy.

Get your mental health straightened out as much as possible. RFK Jr. has said things against antidepressants and other psych medications. While again, he's probably not going to ban them (Think of the lost productivity! Think of the pharmaceutical companies losing revenue!) he may make it hella difficult for new antidepressant meds to be approved.

Get on long-term birth control of you can get pregnant and don't want to be. The copper IUD is the longest lasting form of birth control and can prevent pregnancy for more than 10 years, but hormonal IUDs can last 7 or more. Each has their own side effects and benefits. You can always get it removed later if you change your mind, but getting access to birth control might become difficult.

Have any semi-elective procedures done ASAP. At least get them scheduled. If the ACA is repealed you may not qualify for health insurance and you really don't want to have to pay for a surgery out of pocket. Plus, if the FDA becomes less reliable, you're going to want any tools or implants used in that surgery to still be safe.

Get new glasses. If you have vision insurance, get a new pair of glasses (not contacts) now with your most up-to-date prescription.

Get any dental work you've been putting off done if you currently have dental insurance. Get a cleaning and any preventative care done you need too.

[xzaddyzanakinx]

So like i'm chronically ill and i suffer a lot from pain and fatigue and it can get really disheartening and demotivating at times.

How do you think Anakin would act with a chronically ill partner?

I’m not too well versed on any chronic illnesses other than POTS (family member has it)

But thinking of her/her symptoms/issues here’s what I came up with:

You wake up stiff and and your joints just don’t seem to work properly? Anakin will be late to work just so he can get your heating pad, your coffee and breakfast, along with some snacks for later. He’ll be so sweet and give extra cuddles before he puts on some bio-freeze for you (he hates the smell but he loves you so it’s worth it)

You’ve had a great day, a productive day, so good that you made plans… and now you have to cancel them. He understands, he likes being home and cozy on the couch with you better than being out in public anyway. He’s secretly happy that he gets to skip out on drinks at the bar with your friends, that means he has you all to himself.

You promised you’d fold the laundry and do the dishes before he got home from work, but you only got halfway through before you had to take a break… that small break turned into four hours. Anakin doesn’t mind, he’s just happy you are taking care of yourself and letting yourself rest when you need to. He hates it when you push yourself too hard and you end up worse off.

He takes you to all of your doctors appointments, he takes off work the full day if he can. He knows appointments are stressful for you (they stress him out too). Anakin will make a full day out of it. Coffee and donuts for breakfast, lunch at your favorite place after. If it’s a long distance appointment he packs you a bag for the car ride full of: snacks, water (no soda or juice bc he has to force feed you water; he knows you don’t drink enough when he’s not home!!!), a book, your headphones, chargers, fidget toys, and most importantly Hot Hands bc you can’t have your heated blanket in the truck😕

Your pain is 10/10 and you can’t even pick up the phone to call him like you do every day on his lunch break. He’s immediately on his way home, if he’s not there already. Anakin has anxiety through the roof when you don’t respond to texts so you miss three? He’s coming home asap. You don’t answer a call? You best believe he’s leaving work without a second thought, he’s not wasting a moment to even tell his superiors he’s leaving.

He manages all your meds for you.

He makes all your appointments and keeps them neatly on the fridge calendar.

He surprises you with little treats as much as possible.

Anakin’s a homebody, he enjoys the comforts of your shared space, so even your hospital stays are treated like nights at home. He brings all your favorite things, doesn’t matter if it’s a one night stay. He’s bringing your pillow, your blanket, stuffies…

He knows more about your illness than the doctors at this point. He’s basically a specialist. Countless hours of research and learning not only to understand it better, but also to help you cope.

He keeps a record of all your appointments in a binder to track your medical progresses/declines.

He helps you get a service dog, he’s so good at redirecting/educating people in public when they get too close or try to pet them.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I think M could’ve got an invite in 2019 but her bad behavior was already starting to leak out and her inability to dress properly also made designers not want to dress her and that she was pregnant

I wonder if she was angry that Archie was due then (apparently she was really overdue, but some say she was saying she was near the end in Dec at Christmas… some say Archie was born Feb or Mar) and took attention away from her

I just don’t understand the whole fiasco about the birth and the announcement and then the birth certificate too… and then Waaah saying she was home asap after an epidural & traumatic birth?

Yeah, there are a lot of questions about Archie's birth.

I don't know if I buy the "really overdue" story. I think she was overdue, but it wouldn't have been that overdue because it would've been considered high risk since she was having a geriatric pregnancy - which is what they call any pregnancy for any woman over 35 - and going too overdue would've been even riskier, to the point where she would have been induced.

I'll give her being a few days overdue but if her due date was March, there's no way her doctors would have let her continue to carry for over a month longer.

A theory to consider: (it's easier if I write this out in bullet points so just bear with me)

Meghan and Harry insist that they didn't announce the pregnancy early, that she was already out of her first trimester when they began telling people at Eugenie's wedding. So if she's 12 weeks at Eugenie's wedding (October 12, 2018), that puts conception at the end of July and her due date around April 15.

After the pregnancy was officially announced, Meghan was papped carrying two purple binders. In the virtue-signalling and IVF worlds, two purple items means boy-girl twins. A twin pregnancy would have been due mid-March.

Then there was the too-big-too-soon belly, further contributing to the theory that it was twins.

In January, Meghan famously made her "not too long to go" comment, suggesting that the baby was due sooner, supporting the theory of a March due date for twins.

Also, I'm not sure that the palace ever followed up the "Meghan's pregnant, baby due in Spring" announcement with a second announcement stating which month the baby was expected (as they did for each of Kate's pregnancies). So Spring, in the UK, is March through May.

Around February 20th, the infamous baby shower at the Mark Hotel (i.e., where the celebs stay to get ready for the Met Gala) instead of Diana favorite The Carlyle. This is where it starts to unravel for Meghan: if she had a March due date, then there's no way any doctor would have allowed her to fly a long-haul flight that late in her pregnancy, even if it was a private charter, and most absolutely not if it was a twin pregnancy. So clearly the baby wasn't due in March and it was no longer twins. Then, all the decor at the baby shower was in light pink, suggesting Meghan was having a little girl.

May 6th, Baby Boy Archie is born. But if it's true conception was end of July with Meghan being exactly 12 weeks at Eugenie's wedding, this would put her at 3 weeks overdue and that seems really risky for a geriatric pregnancy, especially one that's being overseen by American-based healthcare at the Portland Hospital.

So here's the theory. Given the inconsistencies in Meghan's shape and the virtue-signalling with purple binders, I think she thought she was having twins and did all her homework on twins. But then they lost one of the embryos (which is normal, it happens all the time) and Meghan never adjusted her thinking or preparations and kept trying to hint at a twin pregnancy for the attention but no one realized it because of all the inconsistencies.

Anyway, all this to say, I think Archie's due date was two weeks before May 6th (given Harry's "babies change so much in two weeks" comment), which is April 22 and they just kept it quiet until Meghan felt 'presentable' enough to appear in public postpartum or the parental paperwork (because I think the UK the parents have to either adopt their baby from or get parental orders to take the baby from the surrogate, right?) was processed.

But long story short, yeah, there's so many issues with their stories of Archie's birth and so many inconsistencies from Meghan's pregnancy that it beggars belief the version presented in Spare is what really happened. (Especially because as many of the moms pointed out around here, no doctor is letting a woman with an epidural give birth in a pool. I always found that suspicous because then wouldn't the Netflix show have photos of Meghan holding newborn Archie in water? (I didn't watch the Netflix series so I don't know.))

[icycoldninja]

Okay so I have an idea so hear me out:

Do you know Casper the dog who faced off 11 coyotes and killed 8 of them. He went missing for 2 days because he set out to find the rest, and finish the job. He was obviously injured, with one eye turned white after said confrontation but he was alive and well

Can you write something like this with the DMC men with a reader whose family member (let’s say her sister or mom) gets killed/heavily injured by the Devils. She herself is pretty chill but the moment she found out, she’s seething and brewing with rage so she grabbed her sword and started slashing them down (imo characters who are the angry quiet type are scarier than the average loud kind of angry)

Afterwards, she’s on the hunt for the rest of them and went missing for days, just when the boys are slowly losing hope of finding her again, she returned back, with more injuries, bruised lips, claw marks and a blind eye covered in blood with a mysterious bag in her hand. Only when they ask her did she open the bag, revealing a bunch of the Devils’ heads

Basically the epitome of: “Idc whatever you do to me, touch the people I love and I’ll reign hell upon your existence”

P/S: I’m a sucker for women in binder wearing only Hakama pants so if you can have the reader wearing that, It’ll be delightful. Have a nice day

Even though I have no idea who Casper is, you've given me plenty of information to work with. Hope I did it well enough. Enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Casper the dog-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante was used to you being calm, quiet, and generally relaxed with everything, going with the flow and hardly ever getting angry.

-When you and Dante were visiting one day, a bunch of demons showed up out of literally nowhere and seriously injured her before either of you could even react. This was the first time Dante got to see your silent rage.

-In the blink of an eye, you reduced one of the demons to bloody ribbons, your entire body trembling with cold anger. Dante reached out to grab your hands but you pulled away and took off into the woods, chasing after the demons that had run off.

-Dante tried to follow you, but he lost you amongst the trees. The poor man was so worried for your safety, he searched for 24 straight hours but couldn't find a trace of you. It was like you'd vanished off the face of the earth, which wasn't good. What if you had been kidnapped by the very demons you were trying to eliminate? Worse, what if they'd killed you?

-Dante was forced to return to Devil May Cry after an additional 5 hours of searching because his weary body just couldn't go on. He sank into his favorite chair and sat there, staring tiredly at the floor, too exhausted to do much of anything.

-The next few weeks were hell for him. He couldn't sleep, could hardly eat, but didn't want to be awake. Not having you around made him worry, and worry kept him from functioning properly.

-Then all of a sudden, you arrive on the doorstep wearing nothing but your chest binder and hakama, injuries marring nearly every visible square inch of your skin, a gouged out eye and a strange bloody bag in your hands.

-Dante couldn't believe what he was seeing, and though his instincts instincts were telling him to get you to a hospital ASAP, he was also curious about the bag you had there.

-After he asked you, you graciously opened the bag to reveal the heads of all the devils that had hurt you and your mom, perfectly mutilated and rotting in their own blood.

-Dante would have whooped and congratulated you on your victory, but he was way too concerned about your injuries. Getting you patched up came first, celebrations could wait.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil was accustomed to you being as calm and aloof as he was. It was comforting to him, in a way; it showed he wasn't alone in the world, as there was someone almost just like him in terms of personality right next to him.

-When you brought him with you to visit your mom, he never expected you'd be ambushed by a group of powerful demons. They must have anticipated your arrival, somehow, and set out to destroy you while your guards were down.

-Thankfully and unfortunately at the same time, the only person they succeeded in injuring was your mother. This action understandably pissed you off beyond belief. Vergil had never seen you like this, but truth be told, he rather admired this side of you.

-What he didn't admire was the recklessness you displayed in mindlessly chasing after the other demons after you'd already tore apart the one who actually inflicted the injuries.

-Vergil would have gone after you, but he was a practical man and focused on the important things, such as getting your mother to safety. Once she was in the hospital, he set out to look for you, but try as he might, you were nowhere to be found.

-He was worried sick, his stressed, exhausted mind overcome with emotions and crazy theories about what could possibly be happening to you. He was terrified, and this fear fueled him to continue his search until he nearly collapsed of exhaustion.

-He couldn't sleep, though, his concern for you acted like a boost to his insomnia, keeping him up all through the night. The next few weeks were all like this, a seemingly endless cycle of searching throughout the daylight and crawling back home at night.

-Then, completely out of nowhere, you showed up on the doorstep wearing naught but your binder, hakama, innumerable injuries, a blind, bloody eye, and a bag of something that seemed to be dripping blood, just like the rest of you.

-Vergil immediately pulled you into the bathroom to clean you up, scolding you about how foolish you were for running off like that and how he was so worried about you. He continued lecturing you like a frustrated mom as he cleaned and bound your wounds.

-After you were somewhat patched up, he questioned you about the bag in your hand. You gladly showed him the severed heads of all the demons you had taken in revenge. It is safe to say that Vergil had never been prouder of you.

□ Nero □

-Nero always thought your reserved nature made you awesome. He thought you were the kind of person who never got mad.

-Then, as you and him were visiting your mother, a group of demons appeared out of nowhere and attacked your mother, critically injuring her.

-Your silent rage was something Nero never thought he'd see. He'd never had the displeasure of witnessing your rage, and now that he had, he was terrified.

-He watched in horror as you tore apart one of the demons like paper, scattering bits of it all over the grass. Before he could say a word, you'd charged after the others, your expression that of cold stone.

-Nero panicked at first, but quickly gathered himself and took your mother to the hospital. He wanted to go after you, but he knew that you were undergoing some serious emotional trauma and he knew better than to interfere.

-He was sure you'd come back at some point, but was still tense and on edge. A couple times he set out to look for you, with no luck. He repeated this cycle for a few months, his hopes slowly draining more and more with every day that passed.

-Right at the apex of his misery, he heard a knock on the door. He rushed to answer it, and to his surprise, there you were. Sure, you were bloodied, injured, missing an eye, and only wearing your pants and chest binder, but you were there, and that's all he needed.

-He ignored the fact that you were dripping with your own blood and hugged you, mumbling frantically about how much he missed you.

-Then he asked what was the lumpy sack you were holding was, and why it seemed to be bleeding as well.

-You eagerly showed him all the lovely heads you'd ripped off, and though it was an admirable feat, Nero was now a little bit scared of you.

● V ●

-V knows that behind every stoic, expressionless face, there lies an inner heat; an inner darkness that burns brighter than the sun, should it ever be set free.

-When you took him to visit your mother, he never thought he'd find himself in the middle of a sudden and unexpected demon ambush.

-He fought hard, he really did, but the demons got to your mother before he could. They critically injured her, which caused your inner hatred to finally be released.

-You tore into those beasts with more enthusiasm than you ever had in your life. It honestly scared V to see how powerful you really were--he never thought he'd witness something like this.

-After dealing with one, you raced off to kill the others, and V, of course, tried to follow you.

-Sadly, he couldn't keep up. His weak bones gave out and he crumpled to the ground, feeling more useless than ever. He tried so hard to go after you, but he just couldn't.

-He was then taken back to Devil May Cry by the others who had found him, and remained there, feeling more depressed and lifeless than usual for several weeks.

-He was about to set out to search for you one more time, when you suddenly appeared on the doorstep, bloodied, bruised, missing an eye, and only wearing your undergarments plus your hakama.

-V was beyond shocked, he was absolutely flabbergasted, and also overcome with joy. So overcome in fact, that he started crying tears of joy. He first dragged you into the house and started cleaning your wounds, then he hugged you so tight, a few bones popped, and begged you not to do that again.

-Next, he asked about the strange bag you were holding that had gone largely unnoticed until now, and in response, you showed him the heads you'd literally torn off the demons' bodies. It was shocking, stunning, and also extremely frightening. V decided you two could talk about it after he got you to a hospital so you could get your eye treated.

[peaches2217]

TW: dysphoria

Welp… I dunno.

I was hoping wearing proper clothing would help me see it in a new light, but I think this was a mistake. Maybe I could cut out the front panel and make it less square-looking? It does exactly what every other binder has ever done: flattens my stomach and makes my tits look even bigger and more noticeable. And blockier, if I sit a certain way. God I’m fucking disgusting. Literally nothing will ever make me look presentable.

I can get away with it when wearing random clothes on my days off because I can layer and hide, but it’s hopeless for my work shirts. I’ve tried layering under and over my work shirts but they’re dead-set on accentuating every last curve I possess. Literally no one will ever see me how I wanna be seen until I go under the knife and I’m just praying now that that happens ASAP because I’m so fucking sick of being so horrible to look at.

[t4tfitpac]

I was interested in knowing what you think the preferred binding method of the two are? Or was the preferred if you think they had too surgery. As a nonbinary individual I’ve reached the point in my art where I’m experimenting with drawing characters adapting their chests so I’m curious. Hope that’s not to weird thank you!

OMG FIRST OF ALL ! I AM SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE THIS AT ALL ! wow, this was asked when the QSMP was still in business (i am so normal i prommy)

Ok so second of all thank you so much for your ask ! I have so many thoughts on this :D (so many thoughts in fact that they're below the cut now whoops)

I do like reading and writing all different kinds of trans Fit & Pac - whether they're pre-op, post-op, don't want surgery, anything goes. But I do have a special affinity for a few details.

Regarding Fit: I definitely think he did not have the ability to get anything done surgery wise in 2b2t, and his hormones were DIY at best. By using what he has available, I think layers of clothing have been key to him hiding his chest for all those years, as well as bandages when he's had access to them. His reputation would also help him along in not being outed, as people will flee from him from far away, and the ones he does see up close are either too distracted by the explosions of combat, too afraid to accuse him of anything, or people that he's close enough with to the point of them respecting the secret (because they have secrets too and it's a mutually assured destruction type thing).

When Fit first gets to Quesadilla Island, I think he sticks with his tried and true method of binding, even though it's not the healthiest, because it's what he knows. But, eventually he reveals that part of his identity to a few people. Phil definitely knows, and he would possibly sew Fit a binder, or share with him a sewing pattern for one. When Pac finds out, of course Fit gets a Tazercraft branded binder. But honestly, I think that the more comfortable Fit gets on Quesadilla Island, the less he has to compensate for his gender identity being recognized. It's just a given to everyone there that he's a guy, so he lets them hang loose, or even wears a bikini on occasion when going to the beach. I don't know if Fit would get any kind of top surgery for quite a while.

Regarding Pac: Oh he got those chopped off as early as possible. In prison (Fuga), he would be binding using bandages he sweet-talked Felps into getting for him, and he would have back issues from binding them way too tightly. I even think it would be kinda beautiful if Cell were to adjust his bandages for him at some point during the refuge because while he's a crazed maniac cannibal, he at least knows how to not crack a rib while binding !

When Pac gets to Quesadilla Island, he's either had top surgery already or is gonna be getting it soon. I think at first he wears some regular tank tops w/o sideboob, maybe some more loose fitting ones later, but Mike would help him out with surgery asap and that would be that. I could definitely see Pac keeping the compression vest post surgery though, for the grounding pressure it provides. and he'd wanna have a little fat left, I think, just enough to be kinda big pecs but not enough to be full on boobs.

Thank you so much again for your ask and I'm so so sorry it took months to respond ! I hope the many words help :D

[our-genderfluid-experience]

(tw transphobia + homophobia)

I can't go to a pride parade, my town is literally too small for that and a good portion of my town is homophobic Christians. I can't tell my dad that I'm Genderfluid because of this burning fear that he'll hate me or invalidate me. Goddammit, I also want to get top surgery but I have family members who are against it and I don't want them to invalidate me as well all because I want to be myself. I can't do anything at the moment, I'm a minor. I don't have anyone to talk to: my family would either hate me or not understand, my friends wouldn't understand and one would try to tell me that I'm wrong. I'm so alone and I can't do anything. The best I'm hoping for is a haircut and a binder to give me the comfort of masculinity and neutrality. I'm incredibly sorry for this vent and you don't have to answer this. I just need to get this off of my chest.

I hope you'll be able to get to a more accepting environment asap

[apricotbuncakes]

I Need Top Surgery ASAP

My dysphoria is off the charts. I've been doing literally anything I can to reduce the dysphoria around my chest but it is way too costly for me to buy trans tape that doesn't work well for me and chest binders that stretch out even with proper washing. Binding regularly makes it near impossible to breath and with my job as a lifeguard it's really unsafe to bind because of how hot the pool room is and the physical demand of the job. I end up having to bind anyway though because daily dysphoria is more crippling than milder dysphoria and some breathing troubles.

I've wanted top surgery since I was 14. For years I've had dreams of getting top surgery and crying when I wake up because it wasn't real. Now at 20 the possibility is finally here to make my dreams come true, for me to resolve my chest dysphoria and back pain, to make me feel more comfortable as myself. I've needed top surgery for YEARS but am just now reasonably able to get it.

If you donate ANY amount of money (a few cents, a dollar, five, ten, twenty, whatever!!) to this gofundme you will get your name personally written on a trans flag that I will share online! Anonymous donors will have their own section of the flag so you can still get recognition without your name being displayed publicly! So far the GoFundMe has raised $255! Through my own savings, the total money saved is a bit past $310.

Can't donate? Reblog, repost this GoFundMe to other platforms. Share with friends who may be able to financially contribute. Just share it around (and be sure to link the GoFundMe too!!).

More Info:

I realize some people are hesitant to just donate money to those they don't know so my ask box is open for any questions you might have about the GoFundMe, but I'll go over the broad strokes here too!

"Do you have someone willing to perform the surgery on you?"

I already have a surgeon willing to perform top surgery on me AND a therapist willing to write a letter to said surgeon to also verify that this surgery is appropriate for me!

"Why is it so expensive?"

The surgeon I chose has told me the price for the surgery itself is $8,500 BUT! My goal is $10,000 because of other costs associated with the surgery! Things like aftercare supplies (things to help with scarring, comfort items, etc), bills (car, phone, pet supplies, student loans) that I won't be able to earn the money for during recovery, and after surgery visits. There are other smaller expenses to take into account as well that I haven't listed. All of those things cost A LOT. I likely won't be able to work for a few months after surgery due to not only recovery time but also my line of work, which is why I'm including them in the surgery cost. All of these things have to be taken into account for the pricing, hence why my goal is $10,000.

"Why can't you just go through your insurance?"

The fuckers gave me an out of date list of surgeons in my area, most of which don't specialize in top surgery or related procedures, and SEVERAL of the surgeons on there are actually deceased. They have been of no further help on this. Of the surgeons eligible on the list, ONE responded (and he was an absolute dick who told me I had to lose weight before he would even consider performing it on me). They also have a load of requirements like being a whole year on HRT (I'm only 7 months at the end of April 2024), having a certain BMI (a bullshit requirement for ANYTHING), and a handful of other factors that I wouldn't be able to meet reasonably soon Truly, out of pocket is the safest and best option for me.

"Why can't you just get a breast reduction?"

What's the point of a reduction if I'm going to bind what's left anyway? I don't want my breasts. They distress me and make me dysphoric. Top Surgery is the best option for me.

"What happens if you don't need all the money you raised?"

In the unlikely event that I don't need all the money I'm asking for, I will likely use it for other important things in my life or donate the money to someone else who needs top surgery. I'll likely donate through GoFundMe, but I'll look around locally too in case there's someone who needs money in my community.

My ask box is open if you have any other questions not addressed here.

[secretsofdbz]

A little while ago @belgiamese-boy (can't tag? :-( ) begun drawing some memes or key moments from the longfic, and I've been enjoying every single one of them as being such MOOD and FACTs!

So with permission, posting them and sharing them with all my gratitude and love because they're just sooooo good and I really want you guys to see the perfection!!

So after this one above with the HTC moments and Vegeta's utter confusion because ~math is hard~...

Here is the rest (with some bad or funny names and in chronological order of the fic ^^)

Alongside the one above... This was my birthday gift <3 HTC Trunks about to blast Vegeta (because punching Vegeta gives life, you know)

Syowa-chan, Trunks' crush/gf. Toll! (Syowa is a regular earthling girl whom Trunks meets just before the Cell games. Her dad is the one who helped her get fitted with binders)

Also, speaking of ships, Manny fully understood the Entente:

(mood, tbh)

No touchy, Protecc Gohan! (I adore this it's so factual to the end of the Cell Saga)

(companion one, she's ready to throw hands!)

ANGRY CLOUD. (Heroes promo image + addition <3 )

Chronoa with her "companion" on the Lookout :)

Trunks telling the Future Tapion story... !

Post 7 year timeskip Syowa! She's now an Admin at Orange Star HS! She's so pretty

There are also two special pieces in Hope Dwindles but Never dies. Check them out here!

And follow Manny asap <3

[raincloudmayhem]

Finn's Chest Binding Masterpost

Hello! I decided to make a post with information and tips on chest binding. I am trans myself and there's a lot of things I wish I had known before I got my first binder. This is for anyone who binds or wants to bind, whether trans, non-binary, genderqueer, questioning, or even just cis. Enjoy!

Buying a binder

Okay, so first of all you're probably going to want to get one from a reputable and trusted brand. Some examples are: gc2b, Underworks, and Spectrum Outfitters. That $18 dollar one with 3 stars on Amazon ain't the best choice.

Binders usually cost around $30-$40, but it depends on the kind and brand you're buying. There's half binders, tank binders, and more. It all just depends on what you want. (Also, try to steer clear of binders with clasps and zippers. They can sometimes cause damage and don't usually bind evenly.)

Sizing! Each website should have a sizing chart and instructions. You'll need to use a soft measuring tape (or whatever they're called), don't just guess. If you're between sizes, always choose the larger one. Never go down a size.

Wearing a binder

Yay, so you've bought a binder. Here's all the tips and safety things you need to know!

While it does depend a bit on the kind and brand, it most likely won't completely flatten your chest. This was a big shock and disappointment for me when I got my first binder because no one told me this. Binders aren't really supposed to make your chest super flat and smooth, but rather resemble pecs.

Don't bind for more than 8 hours! It can cause damage in the long term if you do it consistently, and short term it can cause pain, irritation, and breathing problems. Also, if you've never binded before, it may take a while before you can work up to wearing it for 8 hours.

If you feel any discomfort or have trouble breathing while wearing your binder: Take. It. Off.

Don't exercise, swim, or sleep (even if it's a nap) in your binder!

I feel like I'm forgetting a bunch of stuff so I'll probably edit this later with more lol.

Binder alternatives

Maybe you're in an unsafe environment, or you can't afford one, or you just need something asap. Well, there are some ways you can achieve a flatter chest without a binder.

Sports bra method! Put one sports bra on normally, and then another one on backwards. It's not the best, but it's something.

Layering clothes helps a bunch too! Wearing a tank top, then a shirt, then a jacket or hoodie is usually what I do. In the summer, this may be difficult. Don't overheat, and remember to stay hydrated!

Never, I repeat, never use tape to try and flatten your chest. I knew someone who insisted that using duct tape was fine, but it's not. It can cause damage, and we don't want that.

Conclusion

I hoped this helped a bit! I'll probably be adding more in the future, and feel free to comment or reblog this with some things I didn't have on here. I'll try to add them when I can!

Take care, keep hydrated, and bind safely! <3

-- Finn