#and she was surprised when i didn't start with saying i want top surgery and that i wasn't sure if i wanted to just do a breast reduction

[remitiras]

I'm afab non-binary. I don't consider myself transmasc, but I am planning on having gender affirming surgeries.

And to me, the hysterectomy is the Big One. That's the thing giving me the most dysphoria, that's the thing that bothers me the most.

I do plan on having top surgery, but honestly? I could live without it. I definitely feel dysphoric about it when I see myself in mirrors and in photos, but - and that's the definitely a me thing and doesn't apply to every transmasc or afab trans person - I lived with it so far, I'm not bothered with it's existence enough to get a binder, I just feel very limited in the selection of clothes k feel comfortable wearing. But I could live without this surgery, and I still don't feel ready for it because I don't know what I want my results to be.

Hysterectomy? I have been ready to get that one for like two years. It's probably going to happen in a few months. THAT'S the major one for me.

And for some, the big one will be bottom surgery. I know a transfem that for her the major one was a face plastic surgery, and I'm sure for some transmascs that'll be the major one. Some transmascs don't even want top surgery, both nonbinaries and trans men. And it's not just about the size of the chest, you can be a trans men and have big boobs and be ok with them, and still be a man.

Heck, some may won't care for any surgery and just want hrt, or voice training, or nothing at all.

There's no one way for transmascs and afabs to transition, like there's no one way for transfems and amabs to transition.

A trans person's transition goals aren't your business in the first place. Just don't assume anything about their transition, period.

I find it interesting how people don't seem to know about or expect trans men to get bottom surgery or other masculinizing surgery and treat top surgery as *the* surgery. Like, I saw my anthropology mentor today and I hadn't seen her since before I had surgery, and she said something along the lines of like "it must be such a relief to get *the* big surgery over with", as if top surgery would be the only major surgery I could feasibly get over the course of my transition. And you see this a lot with people equating trans men with having a vulva, using terms like "boypussy" (a personal ick) when referring to sexual experiences involving trans men, as if trans men couldn't possibly have other genitalia. And of course facial masculinization surgery is also a thing many trans men opt for, but it is never talked about as even a potential resource for trans men, despite it being a valid option.

Personally, I think top surgery is it for me. I would love to be able to get bottom surgery, but unfortunately I have genitourinary disorders and I don't think it's a good idea to mess with anything down there. But if I didn't have those disorders, bottom surgery would not be off the table. And getting a hysterectomy or something similar certainly is *not* off the table, I would like to get some sort of sterilization procedure at some point.

I don't know if this is part of people thinking trans men somehow have an easier time "passing" than other trans people without significant intervention (we don't) or people being uncomfortable with the idea of trans men "ruining" our femalehood, or maybe it's a combination of both ideas and others, but it's just such a frustrating phenomena.

[anarcoqueer1994]

My Steddie T4T headcannon for the gender Euphoria.

Eddie moved to Hawkins right before his freshmen year to live with Wayne.

He is AFAB but when he moves he sees this as his chance to present how he wants, including binding and packing and dressing in masculine clothes. Wayne doesn't understand but he doesn't need to. He loves Eddie and whatever makes him happy. He even signed Eddie up for school under Edward Munson, not his dead name.

He passes for years and no one knows he is Trans except Gareth, Jeff, and Doug.

When he is attacked and almost dies during Springbreak, its Steve that carries him out of the Upside-Down.

Through the blood, no one else notices, but Steve accidentally sees through the torn up clothing that Eddie is not cisgendered.

Steve doesn't say anything because it's not important and not his (her) place to out Eddie. Steve just is focused 9n saving Eddie.

There is alot of damage to his torso including to his breast tissue. Eddie takes this as a silver lining basically opting to get it removed instead of reconstructing.

During the next few months Steve and Eddie get closer as they heal together. Steve never let's on that they know Eddie's secret bc Steve believes it's Eddie's choice to come out.

Meanwhile as this is all going down, Steve is have their own crisis.

For years, Steve has felt weird...off. Steve has always gravitated towards girls but not just because Steve is attracted to them...but because part of Steve was jealous.

Steve wants the soft curves, wants to be seen as pretty and delicate, loves feminine things...Steve wants to be a girl.

But Steve didn't think that was possible, so they leaned into their more traditionally masculine interests, it's not like Steve didn't like cars and sports.

But every once in a while, Steve let themselves wear pretty light lip gloss and soft perfume, always too subtle to notice.

But then Steve found out Eddie's secret and something clicked for in their head.

Steve knew Eddie was AFAB but that didn't change the fact that Eddie was a guy.

So maybe Steve wasn't a guy...maybe it didn't matter that the world decided they were a guy because of the parts they were born with.

Steve didn't have to want to be a girl because She was a girl.

And that thought brought comfort to her but still terrified her to come out. Everyone thought she was a guy, she didn't pass like Eddie.

So she took baby steps, told Robin first. Of course Robin was cool with it and when It was just the two of them in the Harrington mansion, she was able to wear some more feminine things she wanted to wear and felt gorgeous and happy.

As she and Eddie get closer, it becomes obvious they are more than friends. Eddie is the second person she tells. She figures he deserves to know if they are going out.

Of course Eddie doesn't care and finally tells her that he's Trans. Stevie reveals that she knew but didn't want to force him to come out.

It makes Eddie love Stevie more.

As years pass, Stevie eventually starts presenting more feminine in public and its hard but Eddie is by her side. Their friends now all know about both of them.

Steve loves pretty dresses and even early on when she didn't pass, none of her friends let her feel ashamed.

As time goes on they both start hormones.

In the 90s, Eddie surprises her by saving up secretly to pay for her to have top surgery as well.

They love each other so much.

And they both live happily ever after.

Edit: I removed a part bc even though I didnt intend to, there was an accidentally transphobic implication, and like being trans, I don't want to cause any harm to others in my community. Steve and Eddie are a straight couple in this h, there was no need to put quotes around straight.

@gayboysteve I genuinely appreciate your comment.

[sturniololuv08]

The Fill In

"I'm sorry." She spoke as I stared at her. She was wearing a pale yellow crop top shirt and some jean shorts. She looked kind of like a hippie today. Her hair was braided into pigtails.

"It's okay." I smiled looking into her brown eyes. I was still surprised they weren't green like I imagined so many times.

"Can I get past you?" She looked confused about why I wasn't moving out of her way.

"Yeah, sorry." I smiled on the outside but judged myself for not acting normal in front of her. I stepped out of her way and walked over to my usual spot. I sat down and pulled out my phone to scroll. She ordered her usual drink and set up her laptop in her usual spot. Although excited to see her today, I couldn't stop wondering why she was here early. Was it fate that we were here at the same time? She clearly didn't recognize me from the party. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing though. It put me in the same position I've been in with her for a few months now, strangers. But it also meant she didn't know me as the guy who had to run off to stop their brother from fighting someone and that was good.

"Hey." I looked up and watched the same blonde girl as last time walk right up to her. They started chatting again. I guess it was fair to assume she was early because of her friend. My phone started blasting Softcore by The Neighbourhood. Everyone's attention flicked to me as my shaky hand tried to answer the phone. Both she and her friend were watching me struggle.

"What?" I asked snappy. My hands were sweaty from the anxiety and embarrassment I was feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Where are you?" Chris asked irritated back.

"I needed some air. Went for a walk." I stood up knowing his call meant it was already time for me to go back.

"Nick is awake." I looked at the phone screen to see the time. One hour had passed by. That didn't seem like a long time for surgery. I hope that means everything was fine. I could feel her staring at me as I walked through the door onto the sidewalk.

"I'm on my way." I hung up and looked for the path I needed to take to get back to the hospital. As I walked down the street I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. I made it back fine. Once inside I asked the front desk assistant for directions to the right room.

"There he is." Chris was energetic and smiley when I walked in. A complete flip from his previous nature towards me over the phone.

"How are you feeling?" I ignored Chris being fake and walked straight to Nick.

"Fine."

"Why didn't you say anything?" I looked at his torso which was wrapped up.

"It wasn't that bad, honestly. I was in the kitchen waiting for Polly and then I just couldn't stand anymore." He looked grey and tired.

"I'm glad you are okay," I whispered getting choked up.

"Elmer said since Nick is out of commission you are to take his spot." Chris was being insensitive to our brother's health.

"Can we not fu -" I started.

"It's okay." Nick grabbed my shoulder to calm me down. He sat up more, wincing the whole time. "Is Elmer mad?" Nick didn't seem to care about his health either.

"No, he isn't mad. Frustrated but not mad. He is glad you are good. He offered for you to be put up at his place so he can watch out for you while you are out."

"I don't -"

"I already told him you wouldn't go for that."

"Thanks." Nick's nurse came into the room very peppy.

"Okay, Nick." She read the chart. "We have great news. The surgery went well. The aorta isn't leaking anywhere so recovery should be as little as six weeks. You will want to avoid strenuous activities and don't exercise too much."

"Don't have to worry about that." Nick shook his head back and forth. Chris chuckled at his humor. The nurse joined in and then I too cracked a smile. Nick was definitely okay.

"That's the humor we like to see." The nurse read some more off of a paper with a smile on her face. "We are keeping you overnight tonight but tomorrow afternoon after some testing you should be good to go. As long as the aorta isn't leaking tomorrow."

"And if it is?" I asked. I felt like Chris didn't care enough to ask.

"We'll go in and repair the leak."

"Then he comes home?" Chris asked.

"This type of injury is a day-by-day healing process. If at any point your sutures leak we will have to go in and repair it. Should that happen you'll have to stay for monitoring and do more imaging to check for possible leaks."

"That makes sense." Nick nodded. He seemed to be processing everything she just said.

"I am going to order your morning tests now and the doctor might stop in to see you in a few hours. For now, let us know if you need anything. This is your call light." She moved a little remote on the bed. "The cafeteria closes at nine tonight." She looked between Chris and I. "Are you guys related?" She asked.

"Yes, we are triplets." She looked at Nick and then at us again.

"I bet your mother had fun with you guys growing up." She signed something in his chart and stuck it on the wall.

"You have no idea." Chris faked a chuckle. I could also tell when he didn't mean something. He didn't have any specific tells but if you knew him well enough you could tell when he wasn't being genuine. Chris' phone started vibrating.

"Give me a minute." He stepped out of the room.

"Chris is under a lot of pressure and stress. Take it easy on him." Nick reasoned for our brother.

"What do I have to do? I can't do another drop. Nick, I can't do this." I felt my fight or flight senses kicking in.

"Sure you can. All you have to do is stand quiet in the background and let everyone else do everything."

"Nick, I'm not you. I can-"

"There won't be any new drops while I'm healing. We just did one so Elmer is going to want to lay low since it went sideways." That made sense. Sometimes I hated that I wasn't more like my brothers especially when it came to this kind of stuff. Chris was the first one to get involved fully. He got Nick on board somehow and then I just went along with the two of them because that's what I do. I always just followed them and then I ended up in these predicaments.

"Okay. I'll do it." I nodded. He took a bullet for me. The least I could do was fill in while he was resting. Although at this very moment, I was wishing I was the one that got shot.

[sparkly-angell]

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Things were quiet in the Watchtower. It felt both a blessing and a curse for Clark, since his day to day was filled with what he considered white noise of millions of people talking. In the Watchtower, however, away from the hubbub that was Earth, the silence was always something to get used to.

Even more so when his shift converged with Batman's.

The silence had been something he’d grown used to, after all the years of partnership. Batman communicated in other ways. Gestures, nods, even touches, if rare and far apart.

Clark's favorite, however, always caught him off guard.

A mug of steaming coffee was placed in front of him. He blinked from the screen to the mug and groaned in gratitude.

“Thank you,” he muttered, surprised by how hoarse he sounded. His eyes were stinging with overuse and a quick glance at the clock told Clark their shift was coming to an end.

Only one hour to go.

Batman shrugged and sat back on his own chair, and went straight back to checking the monitors. There hadn't been anything worth noting in the last hours, and going through mounts of video cameras with only mundane things happening was tedious even for Superman. 

Forty five minutes to go.

He sneaked a glance towards Batman. His shoulders were slouched, coffee forgotten, and Clark didn't think he saw Batman moving at all since he sat back.

“Batman?”

“Mmm?” Came from the cowl's modulator.

“Is everything alright?”

“Fine.”

Clark let it go. If Batman didn't want to speak, Clark wasn't going to get an answer. Instead of worrying, he just moved on.

He turned his attention back to the monitors. Nothing happened. The world was crimeless. Back in Metropolis, the city slept.

Not even Luthor seemed to be up to something. Everyone seemed to be happy asleep. Clark wished he could say the same.

He sighed, longing for his soft pillows and fuzzy blankets. Lying on his bed had never been so appealing before.

The best part, he could sleep in tomorrow. He was looking forward to a mindless day.

Louis was always telling him he should have more of those over the years, but his job never took a break, so why should he? 

“You can't fix the world alone.”

But he could try.

Maybe just not tomorrow.

Twenty five minutes to go.

The monitors were still dull when he came back to the present. He sighed and heaved from his seat. With his empty mug in one hand, he made it to reach Batman's. At least washing them would mean something to do. But the mug was full to the brim.

Hadn’t Batman touched it at all?

Puzzled and a bit curious, Clark waved a hand in front of Batman's face. No reaction.

Was he…?

Clark grabbed the mugs as silently as he could and took them to the kitchen. Superwoman was already there, getting ready for her shift, and by the looks of it, she was ready to defeat anything that crossed her way. Oh how he envied her.

Something in Clark's face must have given his state away, because she didn't try to start a conversation, she just nodded emphatically.

With the mugs washed and five minutes for their shift to end, Clark decided it was time to wake Batman from his sleep.

“Hey, Batman, come on. It's time to leave this place.”

Batman stirred, slowly at first until he seemed to remember where he was. He shot up from his seat.

“What–?”

Clark lowered his voice so only Batman could hear.

“It's okay, nothing happened while you were sleeping.”

“I wasn't.”

Clark shrugged. No reason to argue.

“Let's go. Superwoman and Aquaman are ready to take over.”

On the elevator, riding down to the garage, Batman muttered.

“Not a word about this.” 

Clark would normally have let it slide. Leave Batman to his own problems and unhealthy life choices. But he had never seen Batman sleep on a job before.

Of course Clark was worried.

He worried a lot about Batman, always had. More than the others, but not because he didn't think Batman could fend for himself, because he could.

But because…

Well.

Clark felt his cheeks heating.

“I won't tell anyone, don't worry,” he said. “But don't you think you're going to get off this easy.”

Batman muttered something under his breath too similar to ‘fuck’. Clark felt his anger rising.

“No, you listen to me. Do you want yourself to get killed? When was the last time you slept?”

Batman opened his mouth to answer but Clark cut him.

“On a proper bed, not in front of any kind of monitor.”

Batman's mouth fell shut.

Clark sighed. Just what he thought.

“How are you planning on getting home?”

“Driving,” Batman huffed out.

“Oh, no, you’re not.”

“What?” Batman eyed him. It would have been intimidating on any other occasion, but not tonight.

“You’re barely standing on your feet, you’re not going back driving. I’m taking you home.”

Bruce couldn’t deny that phrase made something inside of him stir alive. Maybe his brain was finally shutting down, but Bruce couldn’t bring himself to deny Superman’s care.

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Home, Superman had said.

So he stayed silent as they traveled down to Earth, hoping his silence felt more like disagreement to what Superman said than tiredness.

By the time they reached the ground, Bruce felt the world swirling around him. His eyes were heavy and warm and he faintly registered that Superman was speaking to him. So he hummed and that seemed to be enough, because Superman stopped with the questions.

Bruce wasn’t at all surprised when Superman gently grabbed him by his shoulders and the back of his knees, but going from standing up to being held made him dizzier. He rested his head against Superman’s chest, one of his secret pleasures of flying in the alien’s arms. He felt comfortable, being held by Superman, and soon his eyes began to close.

The trip was a haze to Bruce. He could distantly feel the cold hitting him on his exposed cheeks, feel the rumble of Superman’s voice as he occasionally said something, but it felt too far away for Bruce to understand. He was flying, quite literally, but he didn’t care.

It was lulling.

If he had been paying even the slightest bit of attention to where they were going, if he had noticed the familiar sound of the city’s darkness, or the collected voice from the person who greeted them when they finally reached their destination. If Bruce wasn’t so bone tired and trustful of his company, he might have realized that somehow, Superman had laid him down on his own four post bed. That Alfred helped him change from the armor. 

That Superman knew where he lived.

But his eyes were practically glued together. Nothing mattered.

However, he felt cold.

“Clark,” he managed to grumble. When there was no response from Superman, Bruce did the unthinkable and opened one of his eyes to check. Superman was there, standing tall by the end of his bed, frozen. “Stay with me?”

Bruce couldn’t really tell how long it took for Superman to move, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but at some point, Superman laid down beside him on the empty side of his bed. It was still so cold, Superman was still so far away.

Bruce shifted closer, circled an arm around Superman’s chest. There.

Warm again.

Much better.

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Clark suddenly wasn’t tired at all. Something inside him clicked right then, and he was sure he could fly around Earth for days without breaking a sweat. Really, his heart was beating fast, he could jump to the rhythm.

Bruce snuggled closer. He fit his head against the crook of Clark’s neck and let out a contented sigh.

Clark couldn’t move. No way he was moving for as long as Bruce slept. He hadn’t been expecting this turn of events when he decided to chaperone his friend back to his place.

“I hope you don’t mind, but would you be okay with me taking you to your own place? I'm sorry I haven’t told you before, but I… I know who you are,” he had said last night. It was a horrible horrible moment to admit that, but Gotham was closer than Metropolis and Bruce was dead on his feet.

Clark had almost given up, turned around and took him the long way towards Metropolis, but then Bruce hummed, and judging by his hum, he seemed okay with the confession.

He was just going to help Bruce to his bed with the help of his butler, just helping out a friend in a time of need. And that was that. He would go home and get some rest himself. A clean cut–

“Clark.”

Clark never felt such dread as in that moment, hearing his name leaving Bruce’s unmodulated voice.

The sound was sweet, addicting. Clark already wanted to hear it again. Wanted to tattoo that on the inside of his ears. Record it on his mind so he could treasure it forever.

Another part of him reeled at being caught. Bruce knew. He knew! How did he know?

Why didn’t he say anything?

His heart drummed fast as he blinked down at Bruce. The greatest detective in the world, of course he knew.

Clark’s sudden identity crisis was cut short when Bruce spoke again. 

And how could Clark reject him? As that hadn’t been in his mind for ages now.

And he was so soft, so gentle in his sleep, so different from Batman. Clark didn’t want to sleep, he wanted to spend the rest of the night just… looking.

“That isn’t creepy at all,” he thought.

At one point, however, as he counted his own breath and looked up at the velvety covers that fell from the bed posts, Clark fell asleep.

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“Alfred,” he whispered at the coms on his wrist. 

“Yes?”

“Can you explain something to me?”

“It depends if I know the answer, sir.”

Bruce wanted to scream. He didn’t, of course. Otherwise he would get caught.

“Why is Superman on my bed?”

Silence from the other end, which meant Alfred was probably laughing at his situation.

“You don’t remember, sir?”

“Would I be asking you if I did?”

Alfred’s chuckle was obvious this time. Damn him!

“I don’t think you need to worry much, sir. He’s a sweet boy. You’ve had much worse company in the past.”

“Goodbye.”  He clicked the coms shut.

Clark stirred and Bruce felt frozen in place. He watched as Clark’s brow furrowed and his face crinkled before he opened his eyes. It took him a moment, but his eyes fell on Bruce, and he stopped.

“Good… morning, Bat–uh, Bruce?”

“How do you know where I live?” 

“Right to the point, I see. Not even a–”

“Clark.”

“How do you know my name?”

Bruce rolled his eyes.

“I’m a detective.” And quite frankly, Clark didn’t really hide.

“I’m a reporter,” came Clark’s answer. And touché.

Bruce groaned and caressed his forehead. “Fine, yeah, that checks.” Another thought crossed Bruce's mind. “That doesn't explain why you're in my bed.”

Clark looked away. His blush painted his face in a faint pink, traveling all the way up to his ears. He looked so adorable Bruce had to hold himself back from smothering him with kisses.

Which… would be inappropriate. He blamed that thought on his sleep deprived mind.

Deep down Bruce knew that was a weak excuse.

It wasn't the first, nor would it probably be the last time he thought about kissing Clark. Of holding his hand. Of cuddling in his warmth.

Warm again.

Oh.

Oh.

Shit.

He felt his own cheeks warming up as the memories from yesterday night emerged from the fog, mockingly so. Bruce wanted to hide under the covers. 

Never had he been caught in this position before. Bruce wasn't vulnerable, either in the streets or on his bed. There was always some kind of armor protecting him from the outside world.

And of course, of course, the only time he ever slipped up, the only time there was a fracture on his impenetrable armor, Superman was there to look beyond.

He felt exposed like he never did before.

Bruce cleared his throat. “Well, thank you. If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you’d go now.” 

Clark made no signs of moving. Yet he didn't make eye contact.

The feeling of wanting to hide pooled on the pit of his stomach. He knew what was coming. Clark was too good of a person to let this slide.

He was about to reject Bruce.

In his own bed.

Oh how he wished this was a bad dream.

“Please, just–”

“Actually, I–”

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed painfully. Courtesy of growing up around polite company, Bruce nodded for Clark to continue. He gulped back all the words that were ready to slip from his tongue and readied himself to take the rejection.

“I enjoyed it,” Clark said, finally meeting Bruce's eyes. He was taken aback by the sincerity in his gaze. “Sleeping here, with you. I…liked it.”

Bruce was speechless.

“Clark…”

“I like you. Is what I'm trying to say.”

All thoughts left Bruce's mind at once. Down the sink they went, together with the pit on his gut.

Instead, what filled him was a strange burst of giddy emotions in his chest. Butterflies? Was that what it was?

So when Clark's face grew pink again, Bruce didn't hold himself back. He closed the distance between them and kissed Clark. His hands found Clark's perfect hair, he rolled until he was on top of his strong body, all the while still kissing him.

“I like you too,” Bruce whispered breathlessly. 

Their foreheads touched. Bruce felt those strong arms looping around his body, Clark's hands caressing his back lovingly.

Bruce laid down, head against Clark's chest. It was probably about to start being Bruce's favorite place in the world. And it didn’t need to be a secret anymore.

“Glad we figured it out.” He heard Clark saying, a chirp in his voice.

Bruce chuckled and joked, “Maybe I should make a habit of sleeping on the job.”

Clark frowned. “Don't you dare.”

“Or maybe.” Bruce grinned. “You'll just have to make me sleep more often.”

Clark broke into something unintelligible, and Bruce softened. Clark was so easy to embarrass it was endearing.

A yawn broke from Bruce as he made himself comfortable on Clark.

“I think I’ll go back to sleep now, thanks.”

Clark’s hand gently caressed his hair back. “I think that’s wise.”

And it didn’t take more than ten minutes. The moment Alfred stopped hearing voices coming down from the bedroom, he checked. Through a small crack from the door, he saw both men sleeping soundly, forehead to forehead. He smiled and left them alone.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

So I edited some of the Lost In The Book With Stitch event with some headcanons

I always headcanon Riddle being ftm transgender-nonbinary (he/they) and while his mother sucks and doesn't support she allowed him take top surgery just didn't give him the emotional support afterwards in a way of "If you're enough to make big decisions in your body than you're old enough to not ask for mummy's cuddles" kind of way

This event helped him the most finally find peace with himself, yeah he felt comfortable with himself after the surgery but for some reason he felt more free here with these people he wouldn't be on a vacation with in the start with this odd fluffy creature

I have a headcanon he has a tooth gap still growing from Ace's punch in chapter 1 that he secretly likes

He started collecting sea shells after this

Lots of freckles

Kind of realizes his crush on this trip, he had it for a while obviously but this made him realize "Oh shit-"

My sister says she can see Riddle's whole reaction to his crush on Floyd like Moana's poll to the ocean and I can see it

Ftm transgender (I grew with that headcanon) and got his top surgery right before attending Night Raven Collage

Lots of freckles

Kind of wishes he stayed just cause he adored the feeling of being there so much

Knows now he would be a good dad

After this his mood with his friends became different, he became more chill and nicer to those he isn't too, even Riddle after they kind of talked things over by the water

Has lots of scars over the years

Thanks to the Twitter @gay-salt-amber showed me, he had piercings and tattoos he hid for the sake of being a father and student, biggest tattoo is on the back of his thigh that was made in honor of one of the solders in his old Army who died

Nonbinary gremline

Sung with the ukulele during a beach campfire

He feels like he gets Stitch the most out of the whole cast

Vows to hopefully bring Silver and everyone else there

Lowkey wants more kids

Literally almost cried when leaving

I always think the Octa-Trio get some traces of their merform, so the Leech twins has a teal-greenish undertone under their skin when that becomes visible when exposed to water and if you look closely their toes get webby kind of

LOTS OF FRECKLES

Has a tongue piercing he sometimes takes out

Had the most fun being in his dream element, especially when Azul and Riddle there!

So I know I didn't edit their cards cause they honestly didn't strike editing art on them but I'll add Jack and Azul!

Really enjoyed the sudden change of pace and weather

Didn't like the beach life at first cause the salt water was knotting his furr and the sand did not help the idea, but he quickly grew adapting the idea of it and even enjoyed the knots and combing them out

After this he set up a vacation to the beach with his siblings

Fell in love with the scent of the beach

Was super self conscious about taking his shirt and being in the water and wouldn't have done either if it weren't for Floyd threatening to throw him into the ocean and Grim's teasing

Calmed down after a while and relaxed enough to just enjoy everything

Let his merform out during the night when it's too dark to see when Floyd joined in, did the same, and Riddle joined it but wasn't scared which amazed and calmed him more

Got inspired for profit but just inspired in general as he spend those days enjoying everything all together, swimming in the water, eating food, running and rolling in the sand

He also has freckles but they're small and light

Because of his bright mood after he was extra nice which freaked people out

He surprised the Leech twins with a dish of their favorite foods but didn't tell them how he managed to cook that stuff being he's, well, a octopus merman

Doesn't believe in gender but doesn't want to think about his own

Lowkey wants kids now

They all got closer after the whole thing

They all shared things of their pasts, with choices of being vague to some parts and areas for obvious reasons on Azul's and Lilia's part

As soon as Yuu mentioned a store that sold Stitch plushes, they got one right away

Lots of lowkey romantic tensions for whoever you want to say, Riddle x Floyd, your favorite ship, any of the cast with Yuu/You

They visit the Mostro Lounge every time they have free time or after a dorm head meeting, bring along people from their dorms as well

And in tradition of every Twst event so far, there's a playlist I made

[munson-blurbs]

STEVE + ARGYLE + READER, afternoon palm tree delight

Warnings: absolutely filthy smut (18+ only, minors DNI), voyeurism?, public sex, drug use, fingering, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up), male masturbation, pet names

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Ziggy didn't give me a place in this ask, so I asked her privately and she said the Wheeler basement. So that's where it came from.

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“Forty-seven, forty-eight—shit, babe, you totally made me lose count!” Argyle groans as you tug gently on his hair to get his attention. 

You roll your eyes. “You were counting the wood panels on the wall, not performing brain surgery.” Your sarcasm garners a laugh from Steve, and Argyle flips you both off. “I was gonna ask you to pass me a joint,” you continue, pulling out your lime green lighter. It’s been a long day, and you could really use some Purple Palm Tree Delight.

Your boyfriend wrinkles his nose. “Won’t the Wheelers get mad if we smoke in their basement?”

“Doubtful,” you scoff. “Nancy told me that Mike once hid a girl down here for, like, weeks. Their parents were oblivious.” You stretch out your hand as he takes the joint from behind his ear and places it in your palm. “Thank you!” you trill, pressing a kiss to his cheek and lighting up. 

“Speaking of Nancy,” Steve interjects, rubbing his palms on his jeans, “do we have an ETA for her, or…?”

“Emergency newspaper club meeting,” you tell him. “But I’m surprised you didn’t already know that, loverboy,” you tease, inhaling and passing to him. He looks at it before taking a hit, shooting you a puzzled look. 

“Don’t try to act coy with us, Harrington,” Argyle laughs, plucking the joint from Steve’s fingers and placing it between his own lips. “You’re gonna sit here and say you’re helping your ex-girlfriend plan a surprise party for her boyfriend out of the goodness of your heart.”

“Yeah, okay, sure,” Steve mumbles, breaking the puff-puff-pass rotation and taking the joint before you can. “Yup, I’m still in love with Nancy.”

You lean over to snatch it back from him, and he gets a perfect view of your cleavage peeking from your tank top. “Wait your turn!” you scold him, but you’re smiling as you say it. 

“Aw, c’mon, princesa,” Argyle nuzzles into you, already feeling the effects from the weed, “cut him some slack. It’s exhausting pining over Nancy all day.” He kisses your neck and snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. He always gets extra frisky when he’s high. 

“Ugh, enough with the PDA!” Steve grumbles as you and Argyle shotgun smoke into each other’s mouths. “Seriously, I’ll leave right now.”

“Someone wishes he was doing this with Nancy Wheeler,” you giggle, only interrupted by your boyfriend nibbling on your earlobe. 

“I don’t want Nancy!” Steve shouts a bit too loudly, startling you. “I’m just being a good friend. That’s all.”

“Bullshit,” you retort. “You love her. Why else would you always offer to drive us to work, when the mall is out of your way? Or bring us coffee when you know we have an early shift? Or how you come to all of my volleyball games,

because she’s the one who reports on girls’ sports?”

A deep blush sets into Steve’s cheeks, and Argyle adjusts his position to sit up straighter. “Uh, babe?” he starts. “I don’t think Steve wants to be with Nancy. I think he wants to be with…you.”

“Oh my God!” Steve buries his head in his hands. “Tell me this is a bad dream, and I’m gonna wake up any second now.”

“Wait, seriously?” Your eyes widen. “Dude, why didn’t you say anything?” 

“Yeah, man,” Argyle says smugly. “You know we’re always down for a third.”

Steve shakes his head. “Nah, I’d feel too weird…like, touching your girl, y’know?”

There’s a brief silence before you have an idea. “So don’t touch me,” you grin mischievously. “You tell Argyle what you want him to do to me, and he’ll do it. And you’ll only be touching yourself.” You bite your lower lip; you’re already getting wet at the idea of Steve watching you. 

“O-Okay,” Steve stammers, swallowing thickly. “If it’s cool with you guys.” He feels his jeans tightening around his crotch. 

“‘S cool with me,” Argyle chimes in. “What about you, princesa?”

You nod, climbing onto your boyfriend’s lap and straddling his waist. “Whenever you’re ready, Stevie.”

Steve already looks flustered, but he manages to tell Argyle to kiss you. Your boyfriend chastely presses his lips to your cheek, purposely ornery. “Like that?” he goads Steve. 

“No, fuckin’…kiss her, man. Kiss her like you wanna fuck her.” His animalistic side is starting to show, but you barely have time to enjoy it before Argyle’s tongue parts your lips. You moan into it, and Steve palms himself over his jeans. 

“You like her pretty little sounds?” Argyle instigates, chuckling as Steve nods weakly. “There’s plenty more where that came from, Big Boy. Keep going. And, uh, make yourself more comfortable.”

Steve unbuttons his pants obediently, tugging them down along with his boxers. He takes his hard cock in his hand and spits on it. “Is she wet?” he asks. 

Argyle slips his hand under your skirt, bunching up the material and running a thick finger over your panties. “Soaked.”

“Shit,” Steve breathes, using his saliva as lube and pumping slowly. “Rub her clit. Make her feel good.”

“You got it, boss.” Argyle takes your lace thong off and tosses it to Steve. “A little souvenir,” he says with a wink, bringing his attention back to your pussy. 

“Touch me, please,” you beg. “Need your fingers.” He obliges, circling your sensitive bundle with the pad of his middle finger. “S-So good, babe. Right there. I’m gonna…” You grind your hips as he quickens his pace. You feel your orgasm creep up on you, just within reach—

“Stop!” Steve cries out; you and Argyle freeze. “Don’t let her cum yet. Make her work for it. Need to hear her fuckin’ scream.” He’s put your panties over his cock, thrusting into them as he gives instructions. “Go nice and slow.” Argyle complies, and your pathetic whimper only turns both men on more. “Thassit. Now, put one finger in her. Not too fast, though.”

Your fingertips dig into Argyle’s shoulders as you bounce on his thick digit, desperate for some sensory input. Steve notices, clearing his throat in disapproval. “Hey, Cheech,” he calls out, “our girl’s getting greedy. Better put her in her place.”

“Oh, she’s our girl now, Harrington?” Argyle smirks, tilting your chin so your eyes meet his. “You heard him, princesa. Only take what I give you.”

“Y-Yes sir,” you whine, silently praying that he’ll slide another finger inside you.

After a few agonizing minutes that feel like hours, you hear Steve finally mutter, “‘M close. Pull out–fuck–all the stops.” His fist flies over his erection, groaning as the fabric from your panties adds friction. “Wanna see her ride you.”

You couldn’t be more grateful as you pull your boyfriend’s cock out of his pants, grazing it along your wet folds. “Someone’s eager,” he teases lightly, but you have no patience to think of a witty comeback. Instead, you line him up with your wanting cunt, hissing gently as he stretches you.

“T-Tell me how she feels,” Steve pleads. A bead of sweat trickles down from his forehead. “Bet she feels perfect, huh? Bet our girl always feels s’perfect.”

“She’s so fuckin’ tight, dude,” Argyle agrees, throwing his head back as you grind down, allowing his length to hit every square inch of your walls. “Got the tightest little pussy; makes me cum in seconds.”

“Baby?” you squeak out, and both Argyle and Steve turn their attention to you. “C-Can I cum now? Please?” Argyle looks at Steve for approval, and he manages a nod. With that, Argyle pins your thighs against him as he pistons harder and faster, spilling into you as you finish all over his cock. Steve’s panting breaths echo around the room as he cums in your already ruined panties.

“Holy shit,” he says to no one in particular. “That was–wow. Didn’t know I was into that,” he adds with a chuckle. He cleans himself off with the lace, and Argyle reaches for the tissue box to wipe his own cum from you. “Wait–I wanna see. If…if that’s okay?” He realizes that he’s just asked, his ears tinging pink with embarrassment.

Argyle waits for your consent, which you give enthusiastically. “Just no touching,” he warns him, and his possessiveness makes you wet all over again.

Steve nods, feeling his cock twitch up as he watches Argyle’s load drip out of your pussy. He’s speechless for a moment, mumbling, “Clean her up before I get hard again,” tucking your thong into his back pocket.

You’re about to argue that that might not be a bad thing when you hear Nancy’s voice call out to her parents that she’s home. “Shit!” You tug down your bunched-up skirt as Argyle quickly cleans up. You’re all trying to act casual as Nancy bounds down the stairs, crinkling her nose. “Were you guys smoking down here?”

“Mhm, yeah, sorry,” Argyle blurts out. “Won’t happen again.”

Nancy narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Did I miss something?”

“Absolutely not,” you chirp too enthusiastically, and the two boys nod in agreement. 

Steve stands up suddenly, perspiration still clinging to his face. “I, uh, gotta pee,” he says lamely, but as he walks to the bathroom, your panties fall out of his pocket.

“Is that–” Nancy starts, shaking her head. “Actually, I don’t wanna know.”

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[princebenvi]

trent + laura, circa 2017. a discovery and the important conversation that follows.

pt. 1

trent crimm is trying to finish this damn article, but if he has to write another word about george cartrick he's going to scream. he tries to get some words out about the latest on-pitch fight that broke out between the prodigal son, jamie tartt, and the old legend, roy kent- at least that's interesting.

he types some nonsense words and then repeatedly hits the backspace key for a few moments more, before ultimately taking his glasses off and calling it a night. he rubs his eyes for a few seconds, when his wife calls for him from the bathroom down the hall.

"yes, love?"

he stands from his spot on the couch, stretches and begins to walk down the hall to his wife.

the door to the bathroom swings open, and she stands in the doorway, looking at him, eyes wide and breathing heavy.

he searches her with his eyes, trying to assess the source of her distress. she lifts her hand up, holding-

holding a pregnancy test.

a positive pregnancy test.

"oh."

"good 'oh' or bad 'oh'?" she tilts her head and gestures with the stick in her hand.

"just. a surprised 'oh', i suppose."

surprise was the closest word to what trent was thinking, but really didnt tackle the depth of his feelings. he and laura weren't 20 years old anymore and trent supposed that conceiving was more or less out of the question. not to mention there weren't many opportunities for them to have conceived as it were. they didn't have a lot of sex to start, and the frequency has only decreased over the years. trent was, of course, fine with this, and laura hadn't expressed any disappointment.

"we should... we should talk about this. discuss, erm. how we want to proceed." trent says, nodding, and he turns and walks to their couch, making a space for them both to sit.

she sits down between his legs and leans into his chest. he holds her close. they often ended up sitting like this. while trent often had difficulty mustering up the motivation for whats expected of couples, other forms of intimacy weren't difficult at all. he loves holding laura in his arms after a long day at work. he loves feeling the weight of her on his body, loves the smell of her shampoo that remained in the evenings when she takes her ponytail down from that morning. he loves her. he loves her.

trent can't deny his nerves. he cant deny that he's terrified of ending up like his father- emotionally distant and dismissive- but there is a part of him that. that's really excited for this. a chance for him to give a child what he didnt have.

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[likeafairytale]

"There's no one I trust with it but you." - Anastasia to Achilles about the surgery

Achilles shook profusely his head at Anastasia's words. It's been an hour they were debating on the subject, and the man was far away to change his mind. What she was asking... the two demigods knew, for a while now, that Anastasia had a heart defect, what they didn't know was if it was a part of the curse, or if she was born if it, after all medicine wasn't really evolved when they were younger. Achilles was probably the youngest surgeon in town, but also the more effective here, everyone wanted him, and no one else. When he learned that Anastasia would need a heart transplant, deep down he was hoping she won't ask him, but he was wrong.

❛I cannot do that, Tya.❜ He finally said, still shaking his head, which is why Anastasia came closer and softly too his face between her head. All what was covering them was the thin bedsheet between their body, meaning Achilles could easily hear her heart beating irregularly. ❛That something no one ever done before, Anastasia, what if... What if I kill you?...❜ The idea was unbearable for Achilles, who had a cracking voice saying those words.

❛I believe you can.❜

❛You're the only one to believe that.❜

❛It should be enough!❜ She said, quite offended, but an amused and reassuring smile on her appeared, while she passionately stroked Achilles both cheeks, resulting at him closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, when she put her forehead against his. ❛I don't want to leave this world without knowing love fully.❜

The demigod was quite surprise by her words. Love wasn't something stranger to Anastasia, for she was Aphrodite's daughter after all, but she was so skilled to manage other people love that she tented to forget herself in the process. And it pained Achilles, he felt as if he failed. He failed to show her how much she is important to him. Achilles brought her closer to him –at this state, the girl was laying on top of him, and none of them complained about this proximity that they both are used to by now. Passing a hand in her hair, their eyes meet, and Achilles couldn't help but kiss her on the spot. A sweet, soft kiss, full of love. Once again, nothing uout of the ordinary coming from them. Physical contact was their love language, they could go to extreme for that, but who cares? That was their choices.

❛You are loved. Fully. Completely, even. Never forget that, Anastasia Petrova.❜ He said with all the serious Anastasia didn't know he had, and she nodded, before this time she's the one kissing him softly. ❛I will always love you, fully, no matter the life I lives. Do you understand me?❜

❛That's not good enough. Not if you really love me, Ash.❜

❛Tya..❜

He started, and Anastasia brought his face closer, if it was possible, in order for their forehead to touch again. Closing his eyes, Achilles was thinking now. He was the youngest surgeon here, but he had more skilled than any other. He knew Anastasia and her heart problem for as long as he knew her, to be honest it might even be one of the reason he wanted to touch into medicine and surgery, to be able to help, and now that the day has come... shaking his head to come back to earth, Achilles sat in bed, quickly followed by Anastasia with so much hope in her eyes. A long but agreeable silence follow, until Achilles sighed, and all he could do at first is sad smirking and shrugging.

❛My fate is between the hands of the youngest and best surgeon this continent knows, Achilles. You can do it. I know you can.❜

❛Fine.. I cannot deprived this world of the greatess actress after all. When do we start?❜ He said, knowing that he couldn't say no to her anyway.

[m0nsterjuice-art]

I know you've probably been asked this several times too many, but how did Springs take the idea of queer people?

I know the movement was gaining traction when he was alive, and he was a scientist by nature, so how accepting was he initially? Did he ever try to deadname Alex?

I know he's quite the traditionalist twat, but considering his current status as Alex's boyfriend, if he wasn't originally the most accepting at first, what might it have taken?

oh I'm happy you asked!

So Springtrap/William was initially hesitant growing up, occasionally having feelings but still repeating the bigoted ideas his parents said. That is, years until he became close with Henry. While one-sided, William came to terms that he was indeed in love with this man, and he was bisexual.

When his wife eventually left him (she was suspicious of him sneaking out constantly, and when he tried to change the subject by coming out as bisexual, she was not accepting) he started to experiment more, he frequented gay bars and meet-ups, having an underground double-life (nothing new for him) and keeping it pretty under wraps, with the exception of the occasional employee.

During his time, he did indeed meet trans people, as they've always been around. So when Alex came out to him initially back in Fazbear's Frights, he knew and it didn't deter him, but he does sometimes have questions

This topic will be touched with Hare-brained, but I'll leave this planned dialogue from it :)

Alex: listen, I've been thinking. I get it, I get the whole "your business is your own" thing. I'm the same way. I'll be real, I have stuff about me I keep to myself too.

Springtrap: really now?

Alex: yeah. like, I'm.. uh.

Springtrap: yes? do tell.

Alex: I'm trans. I'm a trans guy. I don't really talk about it unless I have to, people tend to not be all too accepting.

S: trans as in transsexual, yes?

A: outdated term, but yeah.

S: really now?

A: yeah, see. he lifts up his shirt to show his top surgery scars

S: I-I appreciate you opening up to me like this, but please have a bit more modesty- oh my..

A: heh, can't let you blow a gasket huh?

S: do you plan to have-

A: naw, naw, I only wanted top surgery, I'm fine with how I am right now. That I'm not showing. Unless, you want me too, anyways.

S: wha- ah, Uhh..

A: it's ok man, you can drop the act. I know.

S: ?!?...

A: Don't act all surprised, you've been checking me out since you first tried to kill me, dude. I know

S: ....

A: You were around in the 80's right? That wasn't a good time for people like us, it's ok. You're safe with me though.

S: ...When I used to go out at night for my experiments, my wife grew suspicious of me. I couldn't just tell her what I was doing though, I couldn't have her risking anything. So instead, I told her a different truth to sate her suspicious. I told her I loved her, but I also "played both teams", as they say. She ended up leaving me then and there. I never saw her again.

A: here. hands a whiskey flask

S: wha- WERE YOU GOING TO DRINK ON COMPANY TIME?

A: you want it or what big guy?

S: ....

S: drinks

S: alright, no more. We have work to do lad. and… thank you. For listening.

A: Well, thanks for sharing, and for accepting me. :)

____

[doberbutts]

So, apologies ahead of time for the phrasing in this, it’s such an awkward thing to word. I saw your post earlier that mentioned the first hint you had about being intersex was with your size, which is something that kinda made me go... huh. Huh. Because I also am on the larger size there - enough so that it can become really uncomfortable with tighter clothing and cis female friends I’ve discussed it with have expressed.... surprise? Disbelief? Vague concern? It’s also fairly common for the women in my family to start growing light facial hair in their 20s. After getting top surgery, my voice dropped a little too, just enough to be noticeable - which is something that I’ve never heard anybody mention as even like, a possibility. My mom’s always told me that I (and one of my sisters) probably have a little higher testosterone than “other girls” but it wasn’t a big deal. But now I’m not so sure.

Anyway I’m planning on trying to start T this summer (ironically when I mentioned this to one of my friends he said he thought I was already on T) and I’m just curious if there’s anything you’d recommend mentioning or looking into that might help me figure out if I might be intersex too??? I always kinda shoved it under the rug because I don’t feel like I look particularly ambiguous (even post op I don’t really pass as male) and I’ve never had any physical health issues that would tip me off, but these little things keep coming up and it’s always nagging in the back of my head. Regardless, thank you for sharing and talking about everything you do, I hope you’re having a great day!!!

Well first I want to say: natural variation exists for both male and female anatomy, and thus the question becomes "how small can a micropenis be before it's an intersex problem instead of just a man with a very small penis" and "how big can a clitorus be before it's an intersex problem instead of just a woman with a very big clitorus", which is very hard to quantify and often there are other, adjoining factors.

I have always been, ahem, on the bigger side. When i was young, I was convinced it was just a very small penis and it would grow into being a regular penis whenever my "balls dropped" during puberty, having no idea how puberty for boys works. Suffice to say that didn't happen (though there is an intersex variation where it CAN, believe it or not) and even before T as an adult I needed to keep pubic hair a certain length or the hair would catch under the hood and be *incredibly* uncomfortable, plus it's large enough that when I started wearing men's underwear which has a 😏 pouch 😏 on the front I noticed a dramatic increase in comfort.

I don't have sex with vaginas and don't even like looking at them or reading about them in porn so I didn't really know what size a clit is "supposed" to be until my ex was like "not that big". Eventually I did try to have sex with a girl and that ended spectacularly poorly but she was certainly smaller than me.

When I pack (which I can't do bc my dick is busted) I use a brand that is specifically made for trans guys on T and for cis dudes with micropenises, and again, even before T it was useable as a sexual pleasure device. I'm sure now, especially since I've gained some size, it'd fit me even better.

So you are "big" but are you "that big"?

As far as getting your own answers, nothing for it but to go to the gyn and an endo and tell them what you've told me. That's how I did it, and I got a solid answer after several years of looking for a doctor that would even listen to me, within about 3 weeks of pursuing diagnosis.

[lilysparda]

Devil May Cry OC stuff: Jack (Lily's son) Headcanons/Lore!

Love this dude as much as Lily does tbh, he's such a cool dude to me. -As a kid, Jack was heavily insecure of how he looked. He was covered in scars, had a deep-seated feeling of disgust at being born a girl and thought he looked too 'soft'. The only reason he even came to started not caring about his scars and looks (after his transition) was because his new family was so supportive. Farin and Mandrake, despite being hesitant grandparents, grew to love their grandkid but even from the beginning they never let Jack think he was a 'freak' or 'ugly' (they were hesitant grandparents because they thought Sydney and Lily adopting a 10 year old when neither were even 18 was foolish, which yeah, true, but they were surprisingly good at being parents.) Sydney, as his biological aunt, would make jokes saying "hey, everyone in this family but your father is freakin' blessed by the Gods with looks and you are blessed too, don't doubt that." She would be serious when it was really needed though, and her mother, Jack's grandma, was ever vigilant to make sure none of her family talked bad about themselves. But overall, it was Lily that really drove home that Jack wasn't all the bad things that he thought he was. She showed him her scars and talked with him about them and told him that looking 'soft' wasn't a bad thing, but even then, looking like that didn't mean you necessarily were soft. On the matter of him hating the gender he was born as, she didn't know how to help him much other than to say she'd be there to listen to his feelings about it. -Jack grew up to be taller than Lily. His mama is 5'6ft and he is 6ft currently. I say currently because at only 19, he still has more time to grow! The Anbeter des Blutes family (Sydney's side of the family) have always been known for their tall family members, perhaps due to their Witch origins. -Speaking of Witches, many generations of females in the family are born with powers. Jack, having been born biologically female, has these powers too and practices Witchcraft in his spare time. His grandma, on his 'Witch Christening Day' (the day I made up where the family celebrates the awakening of one's powers), his grandma Wendy dubbed him the first Wizard to grace their bloodline. You can only imagine how happy this made him. -Jack actually loves makeup. He's not ashamed to like what he likes! After being in such a diverse family (with two moms, a pansexual grandpa and pansexual intersex grandad) he feels no shame in dipping into stereotypically 'un-masculine' things. He no longer gives a damn. After all, he pulls off green eyeliner well! And when his mama Lily goes somewhere fancy, he gets to paint her face as if he were an artist! ....because if he didn't get to, his mama would have so much trouble with her makeup. Like, one time? He saw her try a basic eyeliner look and- "OH MY GOD, MA, HOW'D YOU GET IT IN YOUR EYE?! UNCLE ALEX, TURN ON THE SINK, MAMA MIGHT'VE POKED HER EYE OUT-" -A big fan of Depeche Mode like his mama (I forgot to mention that band in Lily's post uuu), specifically 'Enjoy the Silence'. Gives him an odd nostalgic feel. -Jack started saving up for Top Surgery as soon as he got a job at 16. For his 19th birthday, Lily surprised him not only with presents, but with a cheque with the EXACT amount of money he needed on top of what he'd saved up for the surgery so far. She'd been keeping progress on how much he'd tell her he saved up and knew that out of everything, this is the one thing he wants so damn bad. He cried, a lot. To have someone care so much for him to the point they supported him wholeheartedly? It was still overwhelming. He loves his family so much. He managed to get an appointment for his Top Surgery a few months later and though the recovery was rough, he looks at himself in the mirror and still gets a rush of happiness seeing himself the way he WANTS to look.

(I'll probably make more of this later, I feel like I babble on too much 'bout my OC's aha)

[musicf0rever]

I cannot and will not apologize for being stressed out about my own wedding. I told you twice I didn't want to talk about it, and yet...

(Despite the last THREE (now) calls ending with YOU hanging up on ME for the same reason)

Unsolicited, you gave me your whole itinerary, gave me our entire extended family's travel plans, and you had to reassure me consistently that nothing ciuld possibly go wrong, which is literally what people say right before everything goes wrong.

If all you can talk about is MY WEDDING which I don't want to talk about all the time BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN EVERY OTHER CONVERSTAION FOR MONTHS, then you are correct. We shouldn't talk.

You know how you told your mom you didn't want to talk any more about church and she respected that?

Remember when you asked me not to talk about politics and I respected that?

This is all before the monetary stress I am under... $2500 on the car, $1000 at the dentist, $1600 for surgery, all on top of being surprise demoted to intern for months this Spring losing weeks of pay... I have been saving every penny I make to feed my friends and family one stupid brunch. My wedding budget was screwed before we started.

So respectfully, take your own need to MAKE me feel like YOU need me to feel somewhere else. I can't take it. You're making me want to cancel the thing even harder.

#literallyanythingelse

[timeoverload]

Today was the worst day at work that I've had in years. I was there almost 12 hours. I got a 10 minute break for breakfast and 20 minutes for lunch. There were 5 add-on eye cases on top of an already busy schedule. I busted my ass all day. The surgeries weren't even done when I left. They weren't scheduled to be done until at least 8pm. Luckily my co-worker offered to finish out the day for me because she had to stay late anyway so I'm grateful for that. The cut off time for add-ons is supposed to be 5pm but I guess that doesn't matter anymore.

The eye coordinator was in a really bad mood. I understand why because I was also in a bad mood but she didn't have to take out her frustration on me. She yelled at me because I left 2 clamps out of a pan. I try to check things thoroughly but I'm only human and I fuck up sometimes. I'm so embarrassed. I process hundreds of pans a month and I rarely make mistakes. I was already upset about it but she made me feel a million times worse. I feel terrible because the doctor needed them and there weren't any peel packed so she had to find something else to use. She gave me the nastiest look when she saw me leaving. We had been getting along better but I'm assuming she's going to start acting really petty towards me again because of that. It's so fucking stupid and no one else gets that mad at me about that stuff. I am going to apologize to her again tomorrow and tell her I will try harder to slow down to check my pans to make sure everything is there. I'm not trying to make anyone's day more difficult. I always try my best to help out the surgical techs to make their days easier but it's never good enough. I want to give up and I don't know why I bother trying anymore.

My back is killing me even though I wore my brace all day but that doesn't surprise me anymore. My ankles are so swollen and I have bruises from my socks. I'm so dizzy and my head hurts. I know I should probably take a shower and eat but I don't want to do either of those things. I'm not even hungry so at least I ate earlier. Maybe I will eat a snack later or something. I'm too tired and I don't care right now.

I don't want to go back tomorrow at all but I don't have a choice. I have to keep doing it even if it's killing me. I don't have eye cases in the morning so I will be in decontam for 2 hours so I'm not excited for that. I have some cases in the afternoon so I really hope I don't have to stay as late and I'm going to be pissed if I do.

I really don't want to go to that party this weekend now. I know I'm not going to feel good at all. Also, that creepy guy in my department is going and he was asking me if I was going to be there and I said that I didn't know. He was asking me what kind of alcohol I like because he was planning on bringing some. He was talking about how he wanted to make his "special" lemonade. That sounds sketchy to me. I wouldn't want to drink anything that he makes and I don't trust him as it is. I don't think I would have much fun anyway so I'm probably just going to stay home. I don't want to put myself in an uncomfortable situation. I'm not going to say anything to anyone about it right now so I don't disappoint anyone.

I also went out to the back hallway to get a drink and noticed my co-worker had some tarot card stickers on her water bottle. One of them is almost identical to that photo of that tattoo you posted on Sunday. I thought that was kind of eerie.

Also, the 3 of swords tarot card is relevant to my situation. I have been feeling very sad and disappointed about our relationship for a long time. I just want us all to be a family and I don't want to be separated anymore. It has been very traumatic and confusing for me because I don't understand what the problem is. It's truly breaking my heart and I am very depressed.

I have driven so many miles and have probably spent at least a couple thousand dollars to try to prove how much I care about you. I have been so loyal and I can't see myself wanting to be with anyone else but you. I never want to be with anyone else.

I have done my best to be open and honest with you about everything. You have encouraged me to be better. I have grown a lot as a person and I'm trying to be the best person that I can be. I have worked so hard and I will continue working on myself.

I love your art so much and I'm so proud that I get to carry it with me wherever I go for the rest of my life. You are so talented. It's not about the tattoos though... I just really enjoy spending time with you and you make me so happy. It sucks that we can't spend time together when I'm not getting tattooed. No one else has ever made me as happy as you make me. I always look forward to seeing you. You are my perfect match. I am literally obsessed with you. I think you are so handsome and you always look good to me. You will always be my favorite person. I am so grateful for our special connection and it is such a blessing.

I wish you could come see me somehow because I miss you every day. I'm constantly reminded of you everywhere I go. Although I don't mention it, I see you in my dreams often. I have had dreams about you for years, even before we met.

I'm not doing very well at all and I'm so tired and sick. I'm trying so hard to keep moving and stay strong but I'm scared I am going to die. I feel like I'm not going to make it. I'm afraid that one of these days my body is going to give out on me and I'm just not going to wake up in the morning. I don't want that to happen and I'm terrified. This is serious and I don't want to die alone without you. I need you to be here now. I want to hug you.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong and it's killing me. What do I need to do? How many times do I have to try to come see you before you believe me? How long do I have to wait for us to finally be together? What is getting in the way? I have so many questions and I just want to understand. I'm so discouraged but I'm trying not to let it get to me.

I'm so tired and it's very difficult for me to articulate my feelings right now. I just want you to know how important you are to me. You have made such a positive impact on my life. I'm so thankful that I know you.

Maxwell, I would do anything for you and I'm not giving up. I really hope that we can overcome whatever obstacle is in the way so that we can finally be together. I will love you forever no matter what.

💖💖💖💖💖💖

I can't think straight anymore so I need to get ready for bed soon. I stayed up way too late last night. I am so exhausted and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open right now. I'm not sure how much time I will be able to spend on the internet this week. I don't want anyone to think that I am ignoring them. I'm going through a lot right now but I will do my best to stay positive and continue to work hard. I'm glad that I get to vent on here because it makes me feel a lot better. Thank you again to everyone that checks on me and listens to me. I appreciate you all. I hope you all have a good night and enjoy the rest of your week.

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Alan didn't let William get out of this hug for a while - he just held him tight and rubbed his back soothingly. If Sebastian was going through something so serious, than it was more than telling when William looked like he looked today. Exhausted, big dark circles under his eyes, Alan just knew he worried so much, he couldn't imagine what these two were going through. On top of that, Sebastian was still so young. Getting such diagnosis at such point in time - it must be soul crushing.

Visiting him though seemed like an excellent idea, William agreed and so did the others. Sebastian seemed fine enough already for that. Eric smiled: "Great, then we could visit him all together. What about tomorrow, right after school? In which hospital does he stay, how far is it? We could get him some flowers and sweets, some chocolate, to cheer him up".

"Ohh yes, that sounds great. I can buy the flowers", Ronald volunteered with a grin, "I have experience in buying flowers, I've been getting Sonia a lot of them lately. I bet if I tell Seb that, he will feel better right away", he snickered - Sebastian would be always so grumpy whenever Ronald did something stupid regarding Sonia after all.

"That's great, then we can get the sweets. Will, you know best what he likes", Alan smiled, "But we'll manage. So then tomorrow after school? We can take our car, there's enough room for us", he patted William's back and only now pulled away from the hug, so he could look at him.

If Sebastian only knew what great friends he had - not only worried for him but caring for William too. He needed the support, more than anyone - he kept neglecting his needs for Sebastian, to be strong for him, but that could only work for so long either.

Around noon, Sebastian was alone in his room again - his neighbour was now in surgery and he got to chat with him only a little bit before. He was friendly, a former military guy but now retired. An interesting fellow to chat with for sure.

His body kept him busy either way - the pain was a handful today and the nurses didn't want to give him too high of a dose of pain meds all the time. Soreness was a part of recovery he supposed but he could barely move and he also couldn't sleep like that. So he was just in a constant state of exhaustion, feeling like a bus ran him over. He was counting seconds at this point - visiting hours just started and he couldn't wait for his boyfriend to come already.

Before that, though, someone else showed up.

"Sebastian...oh dear, I finally found your room, this place is a whole big maze, gosh..."

It was the most pleasant surprise. Sebastian's eyes lit up, he recognized her by the voice alone and his lips curved up into a smile. "Grandma-...grandma, you're here?"

"How could I not visit my favourite grandson", she grinned and she came to a halt right next to his bed as she gently took his hand, squeezed it. "When you're not able to visit me, I have to visit you", she smiled, big round glasses on her nose - Grandma Lillian, Sebastian's mother's mother. That was a big surprise, to say the least - they didn't see each other for well over a year, maybe called each other a handful of times. Usually they celebrated Christmas together with the whole family. But that didn't happen last Christmas - and now it was already mid of September.

"How are you? Are you better already, I thought you had such problems with your lungs?", Sebastian asked right away, his eyes big as he looked at her in awe - she merely chuckled at that question. She didn't look the youngest on her own anymore, her grey hair put up in a simple updo - she had a cane with her too, just in case.

"I should be asking you, my darling. Your mother told me just the other day, well-...she told me all about your illness. And that you had surgery. I didn't think I would get to see you in such hospital bed before me", she sighed, the look on her face sad and worried - it pained Sebastian, to say the least. "I thought about calling you but I needed to see you in person. It's been such a long time. How are you?"

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[ilhoonftw]

the 'very well known mlm leader has stage 4 cancer' story keeps unfolding

basically #bosslee is infamous for being a manipulative bigot and constantly lies about being the 'top best network marketer in the world' while also charging for 'business coaching'

her ex minion is now part of the anti mlm youtube niche and revealed #bosslee makes the new team members fill out very subtly invasive survey so she has leverage and also can make someone "feel special" by remembering their birthday idk so that they don't leave. some people join mlms for the community part :/. oh and #bosslee hates when people want to become leaders like her, and she will outst them or even shun them

her lives are hard to watch, she yells, she says weird shit for Shock Factor only to quickly switch to talking about her scammy mlm product. she's a full on bigot who fetishizes foreign men

she was in bunch of mlm companies, got sacked from one for being in a relationship with married higher up??

right now she sells ketones... ketosis inducing supplements??? a scam basically. she is infamous for being a "culty" mlm leader, she went with her team to colombia and took them for exhausting surprise overnight hike?

recently it was revealed she has stage 4 colon cancer... and allegedly after her colon surgery she went full on alt-medicine route :/ and in her recent lives she yells how she is cured and no longer has cancer? ma'am... 'i had no symptoms i'm healthy' when for months prior she kept talking how she went on a "health journey" aka lost a lot of weight. that's... a symptom

back to topic of fetisization, allegedly the man she's been dating for 7 months is married and had 3 kids under the age of 7. the divorce proceedings started out in january. basically they met on bumble when the guy was on a business trip and he just... never went back home. and he's allegedly ortodox jew... his wife is having hard time, go figure, and the kids probably don't understand why their father just vanished???

her recent lives are full of jabs towards the wife, she talks about her sex life and all that. and also she's openly antisemitic, just by the way she talks down on jews, says her boyfriend is hot because he's an arab jew? like the shit she says is really fucking terrible and goes beyond that but i will spare you the details. she'a a bigot

the ketones company she works for is in hot water because of alleged lead contamination happening in the main factory. and it is not the first time... her ex minion started compiling the list of ketones shills who passed away form cancer recently and ... it's not a short list, unfortunately

oh and regarding her medical treatment she keeps on saying how lucky and special she is because she was able to get "the best treatment" and "made millions as network marketer so she didn't have to worry about the cost so you too should get a business coach!" all while shitting on the doctors who performed the colon surgery on her and not listening to them at all. for years she was against getting medical tests like ultrasounds but forgot about it bc her own health is on decline... she's drinking muddy sea water instead of getting chemo. mlm company she works for is shitting their pants because if she dies they will lose a face of the brand plus income, and also bad pr - what if ketones killed her? but if she recoveres, it will be thanks to ketones!

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

How Are You Like This?

Jade West x FtM!Reader

For @dakotastorm

Senior Year was supposed to be easy. All they really had to do was prepare for college. Instead, Tori Vega and her band of misfits were working hard on a short film to make up for their disaster of one last year.

As usual, they were at the Vega household, using the living room as their setting. Having filmed as much as they could, now everyone was lazing about, waiting for pizza.

"Tooooorriiiii~" Cat's whine pierced through the calm air. "When is the pizza getting here? My tummy's all grumbly...."

The Latina lifted her head from the kitchen table, also suffering from hunger.

"Should be soon. Ugh, I knew we should've stopped sooner."

"We were on a roll," mentioned Andre. "Besides, it didn't hit us till we stopped anyway."

"We'll, it better get here within 30 seconds," Jade pipes up. "I'm running out of flowers to sizz."

"Why are you sizzing the sunflowers?" Tori just sighs dejectedly.

"Cuz I'm hungry."

At that moment, the front door opens and an unfamiliar voice enters the area.

"I hope you didn't prepay for this pizza, Tori. Otherwise, I just gave the pizza guy a wicked tip."

The person who entered was carrying three pizzas. He stood about half a head taller than Tori and dressed in skinny jeans, graphic tee and a zip-up hoodie. His dark brown hair was buzzed on the sides with the top bit just long enough to tie in a tiny ponytail.

As soon as Tori registered who was at the door, she let out a squeal.

"Y/N!!!!!"

Tori leapt from her seat and seemingly teleports into the newcomer's arms, clinging onto his torso like a koala. The young man let out an 'oof' before laughing and maneuvering them towards the kitchen so he could put the food down to give a proper hug.

"Surprise! It's been a while. I've missed you."

Y/N lifts Tori up, tightening his hold for a crushing hug. Almost as soon as he lets go, Tori looks towards the stairs and yells for her sister.

"TRINA!"

"WHAT!?"

"Y/N is here!"

Thunderous footsteps respond as Trina appears at the top of the staircase. At Y/N's wave, the elder Vega sister launches herself at the boy, almost taking him down.

"Hahaha hi Tree. Missed you too."

Before Trina could even say a word, their moment was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Ok, what the chiz is going on? Who is that?" Jade was done with the yelling and hugging and mainly being ignored. However, she and the rest of her friends were taken aback when three sets of identical brown eyes looked over at them. Tori was the first to speak up.

"Oh, sorry. This is Y/N. He's our brother."

"Whoa, wait," Beck piped up. "Since when did you have a brother?"

"Uh, my whole life?" Tori answered.

"Weeeelllll, technically it's been like 4 years."

Everyone looked at Trina. Siblings with an exasperated expression, the rest with confusion.

"What? You didn't start transitioning until then."

"Anyway," Y/N piped up. "I've been living with our aunt since she lived closer to the hospital so I could deal with all the medical chiz." He let out a soft sigh. "As a result, I couldn't visit often. Surgery's a bitch sometimes."

Cat raised her hand, silently asking to speak. The rest nodded to her when they noticed.

"Is that why you're so hot?"

Silence filled the room.

"Whaaat?? Everyone else was thinking about it too."

Slowly, the rest of the gang nodded in agreement. Andre and Beck agreeing in a manly, obviously not finding Y/N actually attractive, way while Robbie nodded vigorously. Jade, on the other hand, had been looking back and forth from Y/N to Beck, eyes slowly widening in realization and shock.

"Oh my god..." Everyone looked over at Jade. "I didn't think it was possible but... Boy Vega is hotter than Beck."

Calamity erupted at the statement. Beck got defensive, having had his status as the hottest guy attacked. Trina stole a pizza box and went back upstairs, not wanting to discuss the attractiveness of her brother. Tori was just facepalming at her friend's antics.

"Ok, hold on. Now I have to test a theory out." The goth walked up to both Beck and Y/N, conveniently next to each other with only the couch between them. "Boy Vega, take your hair outta that stupid ponytail."

Y/N grumbles, but obeys. Pulling the elastic, he shakes his hair out a little, letting it fall into its natural state. Cat and Robbie swooned slightly while muffled words from a gruff voice somewhere sounded. Jade paused slightly but continued with her test.

"Ok so Beck has the softest hair I've ever touched." Everyone nodded, affirming her statement. "If Boy Vega here has the same or better, then we can... We can..."

Jade had been running her hand through Beck's hair as she spoke. As soon as the first pass of Y/N's hair happened, the goth was struck dumb. In a trance, Jade brought both of her hands to Y/N's head and started playing with his hair. Beck sat lower into the couch, pouting slightly. Tori, on the other hand, leaned in as she tried to get Jade's attention.

When the dark haired girl snapped out of her stupor, she was met with a smirking face.

"Like what you got in your hands?"

"Y/N!" Tori chastised while giving her brother a swift smack on the arm. With a laugh, Y/N apologizes.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to overstep."

In a surprising move, Jade suddenly began to poke and prod Y/N.

"Ok, there has to be a flaw somewhere. No one can be this hot without reason."

When the goth moved to touch at his chest, Y/N flinched, grabbing at her hands to stop her.

"Whoa, whoa. Ease up a little. The scars are still a bit tender."

To prove the point, Y/N lifted his shirt, showing the dual scars on his chest. While they were fully healed, it was still far from being jabbed at. At the sight of the scars, Jade reached out to touch them. Her hands were gentle as they traced the marks, but Y/N still flinched when her hands reached a certain spot.

"Sorry, I-I," Jade started to apologize, but was interrupted.

"No, no. Poke at that spot again."

Confused, the goth did as she was told. Y/N let out a wide grin and looked over at his sister.

"Slowly but surely, the feeling's coming back."

"Great. Awesome. Can Jade stop fondling you now? It's just weird to see." While she was happy about regrowing nerves, the sight of her friend(?) touching her brother was awkward.

Jade, now fully realizing what she was doing, immediately retracts her hands and walks away from Y/N. Cat, then pipes up again.

"Can I fondle him?"

A beat of silence

"No!"

"No!"

Confusion sets in amongst the group. While Tori's voice was expected to be heard in response, Jade's was not. In fact, it seemed like Jade didn't even realize what she did until everyone was staring at her. A blush filled her pale cheeks as she turned away, fully intending to ignore what just happened.

"Uhh..." Y/N started. "So... I'm sure you all are hungry? Cuz... Pizza." He points to the boxes, triggering everyone's hunger response as they all move to get a slice or three. Jade lingered behind, not wanting to deal with the crowd. Y/N sidles up and bumps her shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey so.... I'm gonna be around for a bit. Can I take you out for a coffee some time? Unless the whole uh... 'scar thing' isn't your speed."

The goth stares at the Vega brother with a cocked eyebrow.

"I wouldn't have been adamant about finding a flaw if I wasn't ok with it. If I wasn't, that fact would've been the flaw."

"So... Coffee?" Y/N couldn't hide the grin on his face. Jade just smirked, back into her cool persona as she moves to get a slice of pizza.

"We'll see how the rest of the night goes."