#im talking about people not shaving their legs . or cutting your hair . or growing it long

[desert-lurker]

sometimes i think of little reclamations of the body and get emotional

[issysh3ll]

maybe a lil weird question to ask but how do you shave down there??😭 Like i get the right under your belly part but everytime I wanna shave the sides of my vagina (pls tell me yk what I mean) or further I am so scared that im gonna cut myself on accident💔

Yes the side parts you’re talking about are called the labia, a lot of people refer to them as lips or flaps. There are two layers of labia - majora & minora. Usually, hair only grows on the labia majora (the bigger outer lip).

It can definitely get a bit tricky to shave that area bc of all the folds and you can’t really see it. You do sort of have to feel your way around.

Usually the best idea is to put one leg up on something and use your spare hand to cover all the important bits so the razor doesn’t cut them. It’s easier to shave on skin that is pulled tight so you can use your fingers to stretch the skin out flat and move it around as you need.

Shaving the front part is a lot more straightforward. Use downward strokes and rinse the razor after each pass to get all the hair off. Shaving against the grain (the direction the hair grows) will get a closer shave but you’re more likely to cut yourself that way and more prone to ingrown hairs.

It won’t be perfect the first time you do it but you’ll get better with experience.

Be careful and make sure you don’t fall in the shower trying to see what you’re doing.

[postmoderntongues]

As an autistic with very strong sensory issues let me throw in my two cents. Hair growing in is a sensory nightmare, so if you've already started shaving, it feels like the lesser to two sensory evils, thats why men never talk about body hair giving them sensory problems, but ask them about their beards and they will say the same, if you arent going to grow it long then keeping up with shaving keeps it from becoming itchy. Long leg hair (body hair in general) is attached to a lot of nerve endings and can be painful when rubbed the wrong way by your jeans or pit hair snagging on a dress clip or pubes sticking to a maxi pad. My little sister used to rub her sneakers on my leg in the double stroller at the grocery store because the sensation of my leg hairs being pulled on sent me into a meltdown. If you shave, you avoid all of that.

I have not shaved in half a decade (including my face other than once at the barber when they cut it without asking). I am not pro-shaving, female body hair removal is bullshit invented to sell more razors because too many men died in the trenches of WW1 and razor companies started to market hairlessness toward women (which is mad weird because every adult mammal has body hair, am I trying to hide that im an adult or a mammal by removing it, what part of being an adult mammal is dirty or shameful?).

But if you've already shaved it is sensory hell to grow out. It itches like mad, it feels rough and stubbly, it rubs wrong on clothing easier. Once you've grown it for like 3 months- a year it becomes downy and soft and stops being a sensory nightmare and yeah once you get to that point theres no reason to cut it but 3 months of being itchy is a long time not to just break down and shave again. Not everybody can tolerate the sensation of hair growing in, even though it is less of a sensory invasion once it is fully grown in. I didn't used to shave because smooth legs felt good, I shaved because my legs were on fire from the sensation of the stubbly hairs rubbing the wrong way on my jeans.

I also didn't stop shaving as some grand feminist action, I was in the psych ward for a few months where my hair grew out and I wasn't trusted with sharps when I got out (If I wanted to shave id have to get a ride to my moms house, sign a razor out of her room where she keeps them if she knows im coming to the house, shave in full view of her so she can be sure im not cutting/"slipping" on purpose, and sign the razor back in) and once it got nice and soft I didn't feel any reason to remove it. And then I read about the history of female body hair removal and how it is capitalist bullshit so I never went back.

Ill never understand people who prefer their partner's business shaved. Like I appreciate a little manscaping, a little trim, I trim my bush on my period so it doesn't get stuck to my pad/because the sensation of bloody hair bothers me, but id never shave it bald. He shaved his bald once because he read online it would make it look bigger and I was just like "I can't blow you, I feel like im changing a diaper when I see your hairless dick" and we didnt have sex until it at least somewhat grew back in because the sight of a bald dick was so gross to me, why isnt bald pussy gross to men?

I cannot believe that anyone would have sensory issues so debilitating that they need to shave, but not so debilitating that they'll swipe a literal razor over their skin multiple times.

[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| Just Hurry up Please

summary: honestly coochie be bangin

warnings: shaving? A very talkative thomas and a pregnant women

a/n: i just read back in my messages and i swear these people lift me up so much, i love all of you who keep giving me complements and etc, i love all of you honestly.

“THOMASSS!” you yelled from the room, currently seven weeks pregnant and craving fruit snacks and mini Oreo packs, it made him confused and ask why the mini packs if they all taste the same, they simply do not. 

“yes darling!” he got up and walked to the room, you sighed and lifted yourself up to the headboard before speaking. “i need you to do me a huge favor” 

“if you want me to get you food it isnt a favor” he gently laughed before leaning against the door with his arms crossed. “no i need you to shave me” you simply said and his face dropped. “as innnnnnnn?” he took his hand and pointed south, “if you dont wanna do it you dont have to!-”

“nonononnono wheres the razor” he asked, quickly walking into the bathroom and looking on the counters and in the shower “its uhhhhh-” you snapped your fingers three times “its in the drawer nearest to the right wall!” you said and he nodded, walking to the wall and opening the drawer. “no these are where the towels are!- wait nevermind i went to the wrong wall” he rolled his eyes at his stupidity and went to the other wall, bending down and opening the drawer revealing all of your feminine products but he only grabbed the pack and opened it. taking one out and exiting the bathroom and coming back to you.

“i havent shaved in three months tom, its gonna get complicated down there” you warned him and only chuckled “oh im sure i know everything about heavens” “did you just call my vagina heavens?” “yeah?” you cringed at him before telling him to grab a towel, non scented soap, a squirt bottle and a plastic cup of water, plus a pair of scissors and a little small toothed comb.

“im not giving surgery, right?” he asked, looking at the small table that he set everything on. “you- shut up” you pointed at him before laying down. your pants are off and the two towels, your sitting on them. tom pushed the blankets to his side of the bed so the main focus is you. “alright, get in position”

“position?” tom asked, looking away confused. “As if your, gonna, ya know!” “ohhhhh” he separated your legs and laid on the bed, eye level with your clothed hood. 

“are you ready?” “yes y/n” “pull them off” tom hasnt looked their in what felt like years. so he was excited and eager to pull them off, but when he did his face stood in shock “thomas, stop. your pissing me off” “sorry i didnt expect id be in the jungle” he spaced off, looking up at you as you gave...that look. 

“whats the next step please!” “take the comb and the scissors please” you said, watching as he nodded and reached his arm over and grabbed the items. “you are going to give me a trim, okay?” his jaw dropped at your words “a...trim?”.

you sighed as you let your head rest on the pillow “i swear im not having sex with him ever again” you whispered “WAIT WHAT??? NONONONONONO IM GIVING YOU A TRIM” he quickly got to work, combing through the hairs before cutting them neatly, his tongue poking out the side of his lips as he tried all of the different ways. “Stop playin!” you yelled and he glared at you “your gonna make me stab you on accident!” “mhmm, accident you say?” he rolled his eyes and chuckled before cut more.

“so how do i clean this up?” “did you get the inside?” his eyes widened. “You grow hair inside-” “no tom we dont, move the lips” you ordered, looking as he moved your lip to the side “this is so strange” he muttered to himself, “be careful, i swear if you hurt me-” “i wont!” he took his other hand and replaced his current one pushing the lip away and took the scissors to carefully cut the hairs before repeating on the other side. 

“take the soap and use the water to lather it up” you said and he followed, he lathered it up before placing it down. “okay now spread it on there” “like in between?” “no no, just above it” he placed the soap on the skin, the soft hairs against his hand as he rubbed it in, small circles all over. “open them more please” he said, and you followed. he got your bikini line “now the razor” 

he picked it up “im scared y/n” “your doing good tom, just do swipes, go up then down, then to the side” “alright, i think i got that” he sighed, “and pull my stomach up!” “what?” “push the skin up” you took his free and used it to push up your stomach skin. “like that, okay?” “alright” he groaned before swiping gently up, he did it but avoided one place.

“god damn” he talked to his self, using the squirt bottle to rinse away the hair. “i feel like i should get an award, how ling have we been here for?” “about an hour” “AN HOUR? y/n im not ever doin this again, i can barely see” “keep talking shit” “shit atleast im being honest babe, i feel like i just gained 300 worth of muscle trying to shave this thing” “alright imma fuck you up” “im just sayin” he shrugged, dramatically wiping his forehead while you just starred at him. 

“im telling my kids they father was a very lazy man” “i get up like 78 times a day just to get YOU food, whos lazy?” he said, biting his tongue as he got the bikini line. “exactly, so be quiet before i bite it” “bite what?” your eyebrows furrowed. “oh you know exactly what im talking about, now let me focus”

when he was done he helped you in the shower, rinsing off all the hair he  couldnt get and you looked in the mirror “really? a land strip?” you said, both starring at the line of hair. “yeah i thought we could get matching ones” he shrugged. “you want me to do yours?” you asked looking at him and he nodded. “it shouldnt take an hour....right?” “uhmmmm no” 

“AHHH” he screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK?” you giggled at his yelling. “sorry! but we gotta get this done!” “why the wax? why not the fucking razor?” he yelled in lowercase, you only shrugged before pulling the other side some and he screamed at the top of his lungs. “NO STOP IM NOT DOING IT ANYMORE” he pushed your hand away “tom its the last one...pleaseeee!” you begged, looking at the strip. “i gain all sex privileges back then, deal?” you dramatically thought about it before he smacked his lips and slapped your hand away “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT-” you quickly pulled the paper off and he screamed again. “OHHHH MY FUCKINGGGG GODDD Y/N” he starred at you while you tried to hold in your laughs. “it looks pretty” you choked out before you broke out laughing him still starring at you. “i have to put on some oil first!” picking up the tea tree oil and rubbing it on your finger tips before putting it on him, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he tilted his head back.

“see! all happy a good now arent cha?” you giggled. “im never doing that again, y/n” “lets go look!” you took his hand and pulled him back into the bathroom, you both stood in silence as you tried posing, his area still slightly red as his penis was just in the air, sitting there. “yeah never again, period” “since when do you say period, thomas?” “since you waxed off my skin” “it was your idea!” “and i regret every minute of it, its only gonna grow back” you glared at him as he gave you a blank stare. “just put on your clothes” “exactly what i was about to say!” 

[goldensstateofgrace]

A night in.

Summary: you braid Harry’s hair and give him a shave.

Warnings: none, fluff

Word count: 1.4k

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You and Harry decided to have a night in to relax and adjust to him being home from tour. This tour was the first for both of you as a married couple. You both had only been married for a short few months before tour kicked off and you barely saw each other. It was time to relax and enjoy eachothers company.

You had visited him on tour, staying with him in the many hotels, flying in early mornings and out late at night. You both didn't have any time to talk, well, you did about how the tour was going, but not the important stuff. 

You didn’t talk about how you were handling it, which wasn’t great. You missed him deeply, and basked in the moments you had together before he was whisked away to perform to thousands of people. 

Now that he’s home you can, you drew a warm bath. Placing a relaxing citrus scented bubble bath mixture into the bath to bubble over as you got undressed and waited for Harry to come up stairs. 

Sinking into the warm bath, you lean against the back of the huge porcelain tub, relaxing your body in the warmth of the water, the citrus aroma smells amazing wafting through the entirety of the bathroom. 

You didn’t realize you started to fall asleep until you felt a light stroke of a hand on your inner thigh. Opening your eyes, you find Harry sitting next to the tub shirtless only in a pair of sweatpants with his hair messy. His hand under the water gripping your thigh in his palm as his thumb strokes soothing circles. 

“I really missed you, bub” you mutter, eyes half lidded as you watch him. 

His eyes hold a soft look, but also tiredness. You know how tired he is, playing two hour shows almost every night for months at a time. 

“I missed you so much more, sweet girl,” he whispers, his eyes scanning over your face, like he’s trying to commit the image to memory forever. 

“Come ‘re, bubs” you say, sitting up in the bath. Your hand cups his jaw as your lips descend softly onto his in a soft full of love kiss. 

Harry gets in the bath behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. Your head rests on his shoulder, his hands rubbing absentmindedly over your abdomen, his voice light as he sings softly to you. 

“Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever i go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When i run out of road, you bring me home” 

He sings softly to you, his chin buried in the crook of your neck. His arms holding you tight to his chest. 

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, you’ve never felt so loved. It’s rare for you to get emotional like this, tears are filling your eyes as you listen to him sing to you. You feel so loved, and you know no doubt in your mind that this man is your soulmate. 

You could never imagine being with anyone else, no one could ever compare to him. 

“I love you, bub. So much,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to speak louder because it would crack from the emotions you’re feeling. Tears running down your cheeks, not sad tears, happy ones. 

You’ve never been happier. 

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You and Harry stayed in the bath for a while, just sitting in eachothers arms. You hadn’t even realized the water turned cold until you shivered and Harry was quick to jump out, wrapping a towel around his waist before grabbing one for you. He drained the cold water, wrapping you in the towel and picking you up. 

He set you on the counter, grabbing both of your toothbrushes, covering the bristles in toothpaste before handing it to you. 

You sit there, brushing your teeth as he does, his hand placed down next to your thigh as he holds himself up with it. He grins at you, mouth full of toothpaste. 

“You know what you should let me do?” you say, before spitting into the sink. 

He raises a questioning eyebrow, spitting into the sink and wiping his mouth, “What should i let you do, baby.” An amused look on his face. 

You grin, “you should let me braid your hair and give you a facial!”

His amusement fades, “No,” he shakes his head.

“Why?” you whine, a frown taking over your mouth. 

“Do you remember what happened last time?” he teases. 

Yeah, so it wasn’t the best experience. You may or may not have cut im with the razor, But it was his fault! He was the one that decided he wanted to finger you while you held a sharp razor close to his face. 

“That’s because you couldn’t wait five minutes for me to shave your face, No! You just had to stick your fingers in my cunt and tease me!” you exclaim, showing false seriousness. 

“Yeah bu you liked it,” he says, he voice deepening. His hand that was resting on his side slides from your knee nand up your thigh, his fingers dancing over the inner part of your thigh. 

You falter for a second, “No!, not this time” you say, your hand stopping his hand from moving any further. 

“Baby, please. I promise i won’t cut you this time!” you beg him, your hand hand cupping his jaw. Your thumb runs over the stubble covering his chin. 

You don’t mind it, definitely not when it’s between your thi- no, your not gonna give in. 

“Ok” he gives in. 

You make him wet his face before you take his shaving cream and cover his jawline in it. 

You gently start to shave his face, one hand holding the back ofhis head making sure to keep him still, while the other moves the razor across his jaw. 

His hands hold your hips as you work on shaving his face, his thumbs rubbing into your hips. You shoot hip a look to ‘stop right now, don’t start’. He just smiles down at you. 

“Stop smiling, your dimples are in the way” you scold him. 

He only smiles wider at that, leaning in before you know it and kissing you. Shaving cream going all over your face. 

“Harry!,” you laugh through the kiss. 

He wraps his arms aroun you tighter, smearing the shaving cream further across your face. You don’t realize your towel falling off your top half until they brush along harry’s hard muscular chest. 

He pulls back, looking in between the both of you. You notice his eyes grow darker. Attempting to pull the towel back up he stops you with his deep voice, “stop, i’m letting you shave my face. You can let me stare at your beautiful, fuck, breasts” he groans, his thumbs coming up to rub on your hardening nipples. 

“No touching, do you want to get cut again?!” you say. 

He chuckles, his hands settling back on your waist. 

You continue shaving the little bit thats left, taking a wash cloth and wiping away the shaving cream once your done. You make him wash his face, before you rub mosiurizer into his skin. 

“baby! You look like a baby now” you tease, placing kisses all over his face. His laugh reverbeats off the bathroom walls. 

“I love you, my girl” he whispers, capturing your lips in his. His tongues taking over your mouth, exploring the deep depths of it. 

“Lets go watch a movie” you mutter against his lips, moving of the counter and dropping your towel. 

You put on one of his t-shirts and some undies before getting into bed. He puts on some boxers, leaving his legs and torso free of any garment. 

Your back is resting against the head board, your legs stretched in front of you. He climbs in between your legs, his back to your chest as his head rests on your boobs. 

Your hands run through his long curly hair, massgaging his scalp as he puts on ‘The notebook’. 

You play with his hair through the whole movie, braiding different pieces then taking them out and doing one big braid. Then taking that out and just rubbing his head. 

“Feels s’good” he mutters, eyes focused on the tv. 

“Yeah?” you whisper, your nails scratching softly along his saclp. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, sinking further into your body. 

You stay like that for a while, the movie credits roll. You notice he fell asleep, you softly move to where he’s beside you letting his head fall back on your chest. 

He cuddles into you on his side. His arm lays across your abdomen, holding close to him. 

You couldn’t be happier right now, the love of your life, your soulmate laying on your chest as soft snores fall from his mouth. 

You’re the happiest you’ve ever been, and it’s all thanks to Harry.

[fuck-goes-on]

What about how the pedro boys feels about “personal grooming” on reader, I like to think most of them lean towards the au natural look but it would be interesting to think about!

how bop shoo bop the pascal boys like their lover's bomp bah bomp

tag/s: GN! READER, moderately explicit but not overtly sexual except for javi 😔, stupid words used to describe body parts to avoid gendering the reader

note/s: i read grooming and panicked for one second, we talking about pubic hair right SHJSHFJSJ if yall want the other boys too, drop me an ask HAHAH

masterlist

din djarin

din wouldnt mind it if you had hair or not, literally who gives a fuck in the galaxy far, far away. either way, he will stroke the absolute fuck out of your bingbong; if you have hair, he'd lightly tug on it to see your reaction and enjoy your musk when he goes down on you. if not, then you bet your ass he's gonna marvel at your bare skin and press kisses everywhere.

frankie morales

oh frankie will love that you have hair down there. it holds your scent the strongest and he really, really loves your scent. he will not hesitate to shove his face in between your legs just to breathe you in. his favourite past time would be napping with his head on your lap, facing your crotch, whether it was clothed or not, and it doesn't even have to be sexual. but don't you relax because he will not hesitate to lick your pubes and rile you up if he's in the mood.

pero tovar

i think pero would think it weird if you were shaved. considering the time period he's in, and correct me if im wrong, people don't shave their pubic hair unless it was in their preferences to do so. you were in the group that trimmed it to a semi-tamed look when it was too long for your liking. pero, bless his soul, does not give a shit and certainly does not think its very attractive of you to do that.

marcus moreno

marcus loves your pubes and you may quote me on that. he would help you tame your bush when it grows too long; literally gets you spread out on the toilet seat with your legs as wide as possible so that every part that needs a trim is shown and he dutifully cuts your hair down with a small pair of scissors. he'd probably help you wash away the stray hairs sticking on your skin afterwards and maybe, just maybe, test out how it feels.

javier peña

considering a man of javi's experiences, you'd think he wouldn't mind— WRONG. javier peña loves your badoingkadoink smooth. controversial, i know, but javier just loves the feel of your silky skin under his rough hands. does he have a corruption kink? no, he says as he fantasises about ruining your innocent underwear with his come and rubbing it all over your bare crotch possessively—

agent whiskey

i don't know about you but the only pubic hair jack gives a shit about is his own. you, darlin', don't need to worry your pretty little head over such an attractive part of you. he, himself, however, definitley shaves down his ramalama and even between his shingshong. he may have even dabbled in a waxing session here and there. a cowboy always needs to groom his stallion and jack isn't an exception to that rule.

taglist: @stillshelbs @pedroepascal

[spiralesbian]

ALRIGHT

here’s my full Stranger Avatar Sasha Archivist timeline:

(also, thanks to @artbyblastweave for being so interested in my lil au!)

SEASON ONE

sasha james is hired as the head archivist of the magnus institute!

her assistants are jon, tim, and martin

tim takes the thematic role of martin (aka getting tormented by my worm wife jane, and stays in the archives)

sasha reads thru statements and is a skeptic! she really does not believe it’s real until jane comes along.

“tim……………………..did you die here?”

“no, but every time i come to work i die a little more inside.”

cute timsha moment in the supply closet tho.

until martin kool-aid-mans through the door and gets them out of there

jon used to work in artefact storage so he hides in there. he’ll be fine

i actually can’t remember how they all get out but they do it KKJSDGFJHD

sasha takes everyone’s statements. tim is fucked up, martin is also fucked up, jon is actually fine though he seems pretty normal about this whole situation most definitely.

sasha realizes this is a bit more than a regular archivist job.

SEASON TWO

sasha gets paranoid of course. she learns more about gertrude because she never got the chance to meet her

she takes a statement from a guy named michael shelley. weird dude. then helen shows up :)

jon is most definitely himself he is just a normal regular grumpy jon i swear :)

sasha starts to manifest her powers a little bit. she doesn’t know it, but she is an avatar of the stranger, and a prisoner of the eye.

she starts to notice more things about jon? similar to this comic but with jon

eventually she + tim + martin help get jon out of the grip of the NotJon. this is my au and i get to choose who dies (it’s no one because i miss the s1 archival assistants too much).

jon is pretty fucked up from this though and at like a season-3-tim mindset already.

fucking goddamn leitner avatar of the fucking whore shows up to trap the NotJon in one of his shitty fucking novels. fuck this guy tho

he’s like Sasha We Must Talk and shes like okay but stay 8 ft away from me at all times you bitch

she leaves the room for 10 minutes and pipe murder occurs. good riddance

wait are the cops in the season i genuinely can’t remember. if they are, their roles don’t change very much. melanie and sasha feud, battle of the bi queens

SEASON THREE:

uh oh! girlie’s be framed for murder! she crashes at her ex gf georgie’s flat. also the admiral is there don’t think i would EVER cut him out of this story

(also jon is georgie’s ex too because i think that would be fun JDHBFHS)

sasha learns abt an upcoming web ritual (mirroring the unknowing), all that shit. gets kidnapped a ton of times, as usual.

helen is like “i am going to kill you because i hate gertrude <3 i was that dumb bitch’s assistant for too long” but michael busts out of the door like Hi Guys and traps her in the hallway.

sasha also gives her statement about a leitner she found as a child that marked her. its a stranger book and we learn her edgy orphan origin story how her parents were both murked by the stranger. fucked up if true!

back at the archives jon is like so fucking tired of this shit honestly and now martin is also pretty paranoid. also jm romance subplot is still very present!

tim is just trying to protect sasha at all times and he’s pissed she keeps leaving the country and getting fucking kidnapped

(remember when jon persuades the traffic cop?) sasha starts to fill her archivist role in a different way. she can shapeshift into the subject of a statement and uses her affiliation with the eye to coerce statements or info out of people. (example: if she needed a live statement from the guy in #90 Body Builder, she could temporarily make herself look like jared hopworth to the guy and ask “what happened to me?” or “what did i do?” and the guy would be like well he built some fucken bodies i guess let me tell you all about it) while reading the statements in america that refuel her, she fully shapeshifts into the statement giver while reading out loud.

once again i truly can’t remember daisy + basira’s roles until the end of the season. also melanie get shot by the ghost at some point

anyways sasha gets kidnapped by trevor and julia and they gerry lays out all the shit for her and she’s like ah! i’m fucked

tim offhand mentions the web ritual to martin and he loses his shit cause he’s marked by the web blah blah this isn’t a web!martin thing i swear i just need someone to fill tim’s role in the ritual and a lonely ritual would be fucking boring as hell as we learned from ass man peter lukas. i hate that man

so they make the plan to stop the web ritual (which is fucking hard when the offense knows your every move) so sasha, basira, daisy, jon, and martin go.

tim stays back at the institute to burn shit and distract elias. elias does some fucked up shit as usual and it makes me sad

the ritual starts! they have a plan to blow it up and run but like. u know how it goes

instead of the unknowing-stranger-dream-sequence, we get everyone kinda mixed up in a huge spider’s web on the big stage and its still quite confusing because this ritual not only manipulates the prey, but also the prey’s perceived reality. the web is also in current control of the buried coffin cause they think that shit is kinda fun. they yeet daisy into it.

hard to describe what happens, but basira keeps her cool, jon is a bit lost in his own mind, sasha tries to use her powers to escape but fails. she manages to get through to martin through the strings and mounds of spiders and she tosses him the detonator.

[squishing spider noises]

SEASON FOUR:

martin doesn't die, i told you i can't kill the og archival assistants! he does lose most of one leg though, he took the blunt of the explosion.

sasha in da hospital in da coma. tim is mad he can’t wake her up and then my man ollie says “ur fucked up mate” and she wakes up

(and because coma jon has such wild hair controversy, i’m establishing that her head was shaved when she was in the coma. it grows back thru s4. it she keeps one side shaved cause she’s cool)

meanwhile tim is recruited by that dumbass man you know who i don’t even wanna say his stupid fucking name

sasha gets daisy out of the buried. they become avatar pals!

(there is the biggest blank in my memory where all of season four should be. at this point i should just relisten to the entire fucking show but i would literally just forget it all again)

melanie says hm. fuck this! and blinds herself. she goes to live with georgie (and that’s the moment jon and sasha realize they are both georgie’s exes FHFHDJD)

tim continues to fight the lonely pull. he thinks that since p*ter l*kas is tied to the institute, he can blind himself out cause melanie was successful. he is wrong. he is also interrupted by elias midway, and only blinds one eye, and loses most of his sight in the other. elias’s hold on him is weak, but this just drives him way farther into the lonely.

gotta be honest i remember the end of season four but like i couldn’t visualize what was happening at the end so i like don’t understand what happened JGDKFJGD but sasha intervenes (???) and peter yeets tim into the lonely (???) and sasha jumps in (??????) after him. elias is just there i guess?

instead of “look at me martin,” sasha finds tim and at this point her form is warped and hard to recognize because of stranger powers, and tim is almost 100% blind, so she says “don’t look at me, see me. see me tim, it’s me.” and finally creates a clear image of herself. “it’s...it’s you. you’re my sasha.”

they break free and go to scotland i guess KHSDDKDSF

idk what happens with jon and martin im losing continuity at this point. fuck it, they smooch <3

“ah these are the statements.”

“yes. basira said last week she’d send some up as soon as the archives weren’t a crime scene. and she wasn’t sure which ones you’ve read already, so she, she just said she’d send a bunch.”

“.........Hello Sasha.”

(alternate ending: personally i think sasha would read through each statement before speaking them aloud cause that’s what i would fucking do, so she would get this statement and be like “lmao tim come look at this elias trying to prank me dumb bitch think i’ll start the apocalypse for him. fucking little puny bitch boy. anyways what do you want for dinner?”)

SEASON FIVE:

“just. listen.”

“...i’m dead. and you have been chosen to be my replacement as head archivist. hopefully, this means you, jon, but if someone else is hearing this, and elias has made a different choice for some reason, then these words are still very much intended for you.”

sasha in full stranger avatar mode and is like 8ft tall and her faces shift a lot as they go through the realms. except the stranger is the second to last one (the panopticon is last obviously).

helen and michael actually talk shit out in the spiral hallway and now they are mlm wlw solidarity and both like tim and sasha are such bi and trans icons <3 this is so fun don’t you love the fearpocalypse <3

oh daisy n basira trapped in the hunt, and jon and martin are trapped in the stranger. wtgfs + the admiral are like in space or some shit idk but they are ok :)

not much to report other than she is my monster wife <3

i really don’t have many theories to how everything in s5 is gonna pan out, and i would like to closely mirror the actual show, so maybe as we get closer to the end i’ll build more on to this! thanks a lot for all the notes on my first sarchivist post!! also if u wanna make art this specific au DEF tag me in it i’d love to see!!

[monochromemedic]

A Shitty Beach Episode

Fallon stared out at the beach, smiling wide at the people running, sunbathing and swimming out in front of him. “I can feel the sunburn already tinting my pale skin into crispy bacon... god I missed this did you miss this?” Dom was already laying his towel out, taking his shirt off and throwing it to the side before reaching into his bag and pulling out the sunscreen for Fallon. “I haven’t had a day out of the office in a while. I swear i’m turning into a vampire. So... yeah i’m excited to get cured.” Fallon laughed and ripped his shirt off, throwing it with Dom’s junk. The sunscreen was cool and as much of a dork as he looked, he knew that without it he looked like a tomato at the of the day. The bottle brushed against Silas’ thigh as Fallon suggest him to put it on.  Silas only huffed, playing with the t shirt still plastered on his body. “Nah im good man, i’m not gonna take my shirt off anyway.” “What and not show off that bod? You’re gonna drive the ladies crazy man.” “And you’ll get hot.” Dom added, pulling out a book and beginning to read it. “And you’ll get hot.” Silas sat down in the sand, brushing his hair back. “Eh you know. I uh just think I could look better. You know and I didn’t shave today this was a real quick notice.” Dom pipped in again, “I don’t think many people will notice body hair. This isn’t about looking good for other people it’s about staying cool and having a good time.  Not to mention I think Fallon and I can agree you look in better shape then the two of us combined.” “No doubt. Sy I WISH I could have a body like yours. You look like a statue or like a soldier or... someone really fit.”  Fallon muttered, taking a finger and digging it into the sand. “Well I don’t feel comfortable so i’ll just... swim in this shirt. It’s not a big deal you know.”  Fallon raised a brow at Silas, eyeing his face up behind his glasses. He looked uncomfortable and weirdly shy. It was really unlike Silas at all. He knew that there was something up, he rarely saw his friend without a shirt even in situations when he should. Visiting his place and Silas takes a shower? He comes out with a shirt on but just a towel. Wakes up with a shirt on and just underwear. Picking at some stray body hair at times. “Well alright man, you know whatever makes you feel comfortable but... you look pretty damn hot to me.” He said, patting his friend on the shoulder as he gave  little sigh, getting up and heading to the water. The other two on the sand stared, face scrunching a bit in confusion. “Don’t go prying Fallon.” “I-I wasn’t going to-” Dom glanced to Fallon, making him grunt and through his hands up in the air a bit. “Ok fine, I just care about the lug can you blame me?” “I care about him too but prying could make things worse. Besides we know he’s self conscious about his body, if there’s more to it then he’ll tell us in time.” Fallon gave a few more grumbles and kicked at the sand, before getting up and stretching, adjusting his sunglasses. “Yeah I guess so. I’m gonna head out. Have fun uh... reading at the beach. Like an old man.” “I will. I’ll love being the old man I am.” he smirked, watching Fallon head off into the water before returning to his book. Silas dived unto the water, surrounding himself in the lapping waves and cool water. It felt great but he couldn’t help feeling the T-shirt cling to his body. It just made him conscious of it all. Maybe he should have worn something else. He should be fitter. Stronger. He had too much body hair and it grossed some people out. Clogged the drain, was scratchy.  If he just worked out more, found a better way to remove his hair maybe...  He lifted his head from the water and took a breath before beginning to swim along the shoreline, eyebrows furrowed at the thoughts in his head that swarmed him like angry wasps. He just had to try harder, he just needed... something.  Fallon stayed by the shoreline, waist deep in the water as he let the waves crash against his torso. Felt nice, though he swore there was some seaweed clinging to his feet. He looked at a few of the other people  in the water. A few kids staying close to the shore (Thank god). Older people, people his age. Some pretty people.  He stared at a woman, liking the pattern on her bikini. It looked so nice on her, and she looked really pretty. He looked at the man beside her, seeing how buff he looked. God he wished he could grow facial hair like that he was just a- A rather rough wave crashed against him, knocking him head over heels  into the shallow waves. When he managed to center himself, he popped his head out of the water only to notice in horror the lack of sunglasses on his face. That familiar black tint to the world, everything was just so damn bright. Fallon’s hands quickly brushed his hair in front of his face, taking a shaky breath as he tried to look around him in the water for his sunglasses. He knew they weren’t there though, as another wave crashed into him and probably sent the glasses further away from wherever they originally were. He began to panic a bit more, the people he noticed early seemed to look at him a bit more. He gritted his teeth and tried to hide even more, hand covering his eyes as he began to stumble back to shore to Dom. Dom looked up from his book a bit surprised at how disheveled he looked. “You lose your glasses? Haha, I told you before you should of took them off.” There was silence from Fallon as he began to search through the bag, hands shakey. “Can you not get everything wet, Fallon I don’t wanna dry-” “SHUT UP.” He hissed, grabbing Dom’s hand that began to reach for the bag. Dom yanked his hand back, shocked at the fingers that dug into his skin. “Where the... FUCK. Are you serious? Damn it Dom...” He clutched his face and  covered his face with his hands as he took another shaky breath. “WHO DOESN’T HAVE A PAIR OF GLASSES?” Dom set down his book and grabbed Fallon’s arms, trying to calm him down. “Jesus it’s ok. Hey calm down it’s just a pair of sunglasses...we’ll get you another pair. They’re cheap.” Fallon bit his lip, nodding his head as he blindly reached for his shirt and stuck his head inside of it.  “Yeah ok let’s just... do it quick please? Yeah? Yeah?” “Uh... yeah... you ...wanna tell me what the hell’s going on at least? You fucking... scratched up my arm like a tiger!” “I just don’t like being seen without my glasses.” “...Enough to act like this?” Dom asked in disbelief. “I mean I know we just had the talk about Silas but... he’s not yelling and cutting people up because of it!” Fallon took a moment, his feet kicking the sand that clung to his legs nervously before he began to speak. “It’s.. I just... shitty uh ... I don’t like... eyes on me. I don’t like making eye contact man, I don’t like the fucking eyes. It like hurts. Yeah I know it’s... weird, blah blah whatever but i’m weird ok, so it fits!” Dom rubbed his arm cautiously, eyes darting around his friend before he began to look around. “You gonna be ok for a while here? I think there might be a shop nearby.” Fallon nodded his head inside of the shirt and Dom got up, grabbing his shoes and wallet and walking out to the small line up of shops. Dom was confused about the whole thing as he walked. He never... saw Fallon act like that it was really shocking. He couldn’t help touching the scratches on his arm and marveling at how much he dug into him.  Eyes? Something about eyes was that his problem? Did he have a phobia?  First Silas’s body issues and now this.  Dom couldn’t help but think of his own problems, his OCD that wracked his life in secret. Of course he didn’t look like he was a bit unstable in that department but it really did effect him. Needing things to be orderly and counting constantly. The medication helped that was for sure. He closed his eyes a bit, sighing softly. They were a bunch of fucked up guys weren’t they? It didn’t take long for him to come back with a shitty pair of sunglasses, finding Fallon with his head still in his shirt. “Hey bud, here you go.” He waved the pair with the tag still on in front of the shirt hole. Fallon quickly snatched them up, tearing the tag off and placing them on his face under the shirt. Dom watched as he gave a little shutter, hands writhing under the shirt before he took the shirt off, glasses on. “You good?” Fallon nodded his head, hand pushing his soaked hair back as he stared at the ground. “Mmm... i’m... sorry.” was all he could mutter. “You wanna go home?” He nodded his head and Dom began to pack up, waving over Silas who was panting from how much he was swimming back in forth. He didn’t explain much to Silas, he didn’t wanna be that guy, but he just explained that he was gonna give Fallon a ride home and probably head home himself. Silas nodded, saying how it was a good idea and that the entire  beach trip wasn’t the best idea in honesty. ‘Maybe next time.’ Yeah... he hoped so.

[seouledbysisi]

Moonlit

Chapter 19

Junwon pulled up to the studio. Chaeyoung didn’t get out. She just sat in the backseat. Waiting.

Junwon put the car in park and turned to look at her. “What’s wrong, Chae?”

She shook her head.

“Something is clearly wrong. What’s up with y’all?” Junwon probed.

Chaeyoung sighed and placed her hands in her jacket pocket. “I think we may be breaking up.” She told him quietly.

“No you’re not.” Woojae interrupted. “Just because you’re having a problem doesn’t mean that you’re gonna break up. Relationships have problems, look at me and Saph. It took ya forever to figure this thing out!” He chuckled.

“Yeah, but now that y’all are together you’re like the perfect example of love!” She expressed.

Woojae chuckled unamused. “Yeah not perfect at all.” He thought about Bloo whispering something in her ear. He wondered what he had said and he knew he shouldn’t be jealous because after all she had chosen him but at what cost? Was she still having some sort of connection to him? He shook his thoughts away.

“If you’re worried about Bloo, don’t be! I knew she’d pick you the whole time.” She opened the car door and started to step out.

“Hey, Chae?” Junwon started. “Remember, communication is key. Hear each other out. Everything will be alright.”

“Pray for me. I think I’m gonna need it. I haven’t been exactly the world greatest girlfriend lately.” She admitted.

Junwon nodded and shooed her away.

Chaeyoung stopped outside of the studio and listened to Noah rap. The words hit home. . .hard. I know you need your time but I feel so alone. Thought I’d be the place you’d always call home.

She squeezed her eyes shut. God, I pray this isn’t about me. She thought. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer. When she heard the music cut off she knew he was heading to the door.

Noah swung the door open. His breath hitched in his throat. “What?” He asked plainly.

“Can we talk?”

“So now you want to talk to me?” He asked as he rubbed the facial hair growing in on his chin.

Chae reached for his hand but he moved away. “You’ve has all the time in the world to talk to me and you didn’t use it so why now?”

“Because I-“ she paused. She wasn’t good in expressing her feelings. She felt awkward and the fact that it felt like the ice they were standing on was about to break didn’t help.

“Because what, Chaeyoung?”

“I miss you.” She whispered.

Noah looked into the hallway and seen one of their producers coming. He pulled her in. “Talk.”

She sat in one of the chair and covered her face. “How did we get here?”

He wet his lips in thought. “You know how, you just don’t want to admit that you’re the reason. I shouldn’t have to spell it out for you over and over!” He groaned in frustration.

“You’re being unreasonable though. I finally have friends now and you want to take that away! How is that fair? Can I not have people in my circle outside of you?”

Noah moved closer to her. “You think I don’t want you to have friends? You think I want you to be alone?”

She shrugged. “That’s what it feels like.”

He pointed his finger at her. “I don’t even know who are anymore because my girlfriend would never think that low of me!” He walked to the opposite side of the studio. He needed to get away from her. His feelings were hurt even more at this point and he couldn’t see a way out of this quarrel.

“Well explain to me what the problem is! Please.”

“Your roommate was a really good friend to you. She never asked you for anything, even when she knew that you were dating me. These new girls that you’ve ditched your roommate for are terrible. They don’t see you, Chae! They see all the connections you have. They see me and my team. They see Sapphire and Riley! They see the perks you bring and quite frankly I think you deserve better! So excuse me for caring too much about your ass.”

“You can’t shield me from mistakes though, Noah. They’re mine to make. If these friends are a mistake I’ve got to learn on my own! You can’t be my protector all the time!”

Noah nodded. “I’m built to be a protector. I’ve always been that for the people I’m close to and love. So if you can’t stand that about me then I don’t know what to tell you. Walk away if you need to.”

Her head snapped up at his last sentence. “I’m not walking away from you! I just need you to understand me. I just want us to be okay. I miss us.”

“I miss us too, but we’d be fine if you hadn’t have changed up on me! On everyone! You barely have time for anyone nowadays because you’re stuck so far up those girls asses. I lied for you when Riley thought I was taking up all of your time! I barely see you too but I didn’t want Riley to be mad at you. How would she feel to know all of this? None of us know who you’ve become but I just want Chaeyoung back.” A tear escaped his eye. He hurriedly wipes it away.

“You have me! I’m right here!” She pleaded to him as she moved closer to him.

He held his arms out to keep her at a distance. “No you’re some other version of her and until she comes back this conversation is over.” He walked to the door and held it open.

Chaeyoung nodded silently. “So this is it?” She spoke just above a whisper.

Noah shook his head. He couldn’t bare to see her face. The tears that were there would draw him back in. He wanted them to work so bad but he needed the girl that he fell for back because the new her wasn’t working.

“Noah, say something!” She yelled a bit.

He grabbed her face. “Come back to me, please.” He told her and kissed her forehead. “I gotta finish this song so I’ll see you. . .whenever.”

Suddenly it hit her. That kiss to her forehead felt like the last one they may ever share and it was her fault. She was so involved with being inside of the in-crowd that she had forgotten about everything that should have meant most to her. She just didn’t know how to make any of this right. She liked finally not being on the outside looking in.

She walked away from the door that he had shut. She just hoped that he hadn’t shut the door completely on them being together. He was the first guy that she had ever loved and even though it was only her first relationship she didn’t want it to end. He was everything to her, and sure first love never really lasted but she sure as hell wanted hers to.

The next day

Woojae politely let himself into Sapphire and Riley’s apartment. He did have a key after all, for emergency purposes, and if they were sleeping he didn’t want to awaken them. He had bought Sapphire roses and candy. The house was so quiet. All he could hear was faint noises of television coming from their rooms.

He opened Sapphire’s door and quietly shut it behind him. He placed the flowers and candy on her nightstand. He climbed into the bed behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

She stirred a bit in her sleep. She inhaled. “Woojae?” She spoke groggily.

He cleared his throat. “How’d you know it was me?”

“I can tell your scent anywhere.” She opened her eyes a little and noticed the bouquet of flowers. “Is it Valentine’s Day?” She turned over with a smile.

He chuckled. ���No, I just thought you deserved them.”

She rubbed his face. “Time for a shave?” She laughed.

“Is it bad?” He touched his face.

She shook her head. “No, I like a little scruff sometimes.” She stared at him for a moment. “Why didn’t y’all back to the club last night?”

Woojae shrugged.

“You can talk to me, ya know?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing. We just didn’t make it back.”

“Is it because Bloo had his release party there?”

“I mean I know we have to separate business from pleasure, I get it. But you didn’t even give me a heads up, Saph. I walked into him saying how much you inspired his whole album and the songs he was singing sounded like he’s in love. I shouldn’t even care and I wish I didn’t but I do.”

Sapphire inhaled and exhaled loudly. “I didn’t know that he was going to say all of that. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that he would be there. Honestly I didn’t think you and Junwon were going to be back until today sometime. I should’ve told you.”

He nodded. “I just couldn’t handle it and then he whispered in your ear and it really pissed me off! I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay with you and Bloo being close still.”

“And you don’t have to be okay with it. Im always going to be respectful of our relationship, but Bloo is my friend and I can’t shut him out completely. If it had’ve been the other way around I wouldn’t have shut you out either.”

“I know. It just makes me second guess myself.” He admitted.

Sapphire straddled his hips. “You shouldn’t. You’re all the man I need!” She smiled above him like a school girl and leaned down and kissed his lips.

He pulled her off of him and laid her back on her side. “Don’t start anything that you’re not going to finish.” He pecked her lips and shut his eyes in thought.

“Who said I wasn’t going to finish it?” She let her fingertips scale up his side ever so lightly.

His eyes popped open. “I- we’ve never-“

She raised an eyebrow. “First time for everything.”

This time he rolled her onto her back and climbed between her legs. “Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you.”

She nodded. “I’m sure. I know you love me and I’m ready.”

Nori poked at Junwon’s back. He was sleeping really good. She figured he was tired from traveling so much recently.

He groaned. “If you’re waking me up this early it better be a good reason for it.”

“I’ll make it worth your while but first I need to know what happened last night!”

“I dropped Chaeyoung off at the studio. Grabbed some food from McDonald’s and then Woojae went home and I came here.” He shut his eyes back trying to drift back into la la land.

Riley sighed. “So what happened with Noah and my sister?”

Junwon shrugged. “I didn’t stick around to find all of that out. She thinks their going to break up though.”

“That’ll kill her if they do. She loves that boy.”

“If it makes you feel better, he loves her too and it’s already killing him.”

Riley thought for a moment. “Maybe I can do something to fix things for them!”

“Ah no! Your sister isn’t a baby anymore. This is her relationship so you have to let it run it’s course. She’ll never learn if you’re always saving things for her.”

“I just hate to see them like this. I want everyone to be happy, like me.” She kissed his cheek.

Junwon pulled her on top of him. “Wanna be happier?” He asked as he squeezed her booty.

She kissed his neck. “Can I leave my mark?”

Junwon rolled his eyes. “Sure, I don’t have an appearance until next week, it should be gone by then.”

“And if not there’s a thing called makeup.” She nipped more at his neck.

[discyours]

(not directly @you) Does radblr dislike the concept of passing because it's based on gender stereotypes? I don't understand. When a MTF uses gendered clothes to help pass as female, its "huehue silly man thinking lipstick = woman" and "gender stereotyping bad!". But then, on the flip side lets say this MTF doesn't care and just wears what she always has. Nothing has changed. The clothes she wears are still gendered.. but it's okay now because shes wearing clothes that are gendered to her sex??

(the ‘not directly @you’ anon) Im just confused and *maybe I read into things the wrong way* but sometimes the way people talk about trans people comes across to me like “no men dress x way and women dress y way”. IK we should be more critical of transition as a process when it’s not always a “sure-cure” for dysphoria but shouldn’t we also not shame males and females who wish to dress differently because it makes them feel happy? Just seems anti-GNC sometimes. Wasn’t radblr GNC supporitve? *

The issue is the motivation as well as the implication of it, not just the act of wearing clothing that is in any way gendered (since that’s kind of impossible to avoid). I’ll use myself as an example since I’m a narcissist masculinity is more “neutral” than femininity and makes for a clearer example about gendered motivations. 

Okay so all things considered, I don’t put much effort into my appearance at this point. If I wasn’t fucking it up by not actually identifying as a woman, I think I’d be a fairly good example of what radfems mean when they talk about women existing in their natural state. I don’t shave my legs, don’t wear makeup, don’t wear jewellery or bras or uncomfortable shoes. I only wear very “basic” clothing that could be considered really gender neutral. The only thing is that I cut my hair pretty often since it grows ungodly fast, and I used to bind. 

But shortly before I came out, I’d reached the height of attempting to conform to femininity. I was wearing makeup to all family functions. I still rarely wore the dress I’d bought with the intention of becoming That Kind Of Person, but I usually wore leggings rather than jeans. My hair was long enough to reach my ass, and I even wore jewellery sometimes. When my dysphoria got bad enough that I wanted to rip my skin off seeing myself in anything even remotely feminine, I drastically changed my appearance very quickly. Until I discovered that sweatpants hide your hips much better, I only wore straight-leg jeans. I started wearing men’s t-shirts, started binding, chopped all my hair off despite having had long hair my entire life and seemingly being very attached to it. 

It was drastic enough of a change that I instantly started passing (I still remember going shopping after my first short haircut, and being warned by the cashier that I’d *accidentally* gotten a girl’s sweatshirt and that that happened all the time since the sections weren’t clearly marked) and it was stressful as all hell. Nobody would’ve looked at that thinking it was a natural evolution of style. In the time between changing my appearance and coming out to everyone I knew, I was extremely anxious. I didn’t know what people were thinking, I was uncomfortable with them drawing their own conclusions without me being able to explain things for myself, and I was terrified that someone would ask before I was prepared to answer. Coming out was a huge relief to me. I was glad that I got to make things make sense to the people I knew, and I was relieved to be rid of the anxiety. Aside from that I was, of course, happy to not have to deal with hearing my birth name or being she/her’d anymore. 

And that’s all I was thinking about. But the reality is that other people saw something different. Other people saw me going from something approximating a normal girl, to a masculine Other, and I signaled to them that this made sense because I was a guy. I signaled to them that That’s what girl looks like, This is what boy looks like. Straight people have always been confused by masculine women but rather than leaving them in their confusion, rather than leaving them to suck it up and get used to it even if they don’t understand it, I told them there was a reasonable explanation for this and it was that I’m not a woman at all. 

Now take that explanation and apply it to something even more active, to the presentation of trans women who suddenly start engaging in the full extent of uncomfortable rituals of femininity. That’s an even clearer message of what womanhood “looks like”, and an even more conscious effort to achieve it. If it was just people naturally and gradually gravitating towards things that aren’t generally associated with their sex then that would be fine. The issue for trans people is the message that we’re sending in the process. 

I just want to put a disclaimer that I don’t think trans people are evil for this, we’re only contributing to a system we were already born into, and rarely conscious about it. The fact that we’re doing harm is important to acknowledge and prevent in the future, but should never be expressed in a way that frames us as knowingly, selfishly and singlehandedly destroying GNC people’s freedom in society. 

[overwatchworks]

McGenji college/highschool au (whatever you prefer) thank you

Jesse jabbed one of his friends in the rib lightly as he made a catcall to Hanzo Shimada as they were walking down the hall to get to their third block of the day.

“Have a little class partner…” He muttered, Joseph scoffing and instead shouting to the older Shimada.

“You look amazing today, as usual Shimada! Wanna go out with me?”

Hanzo continued walking like nothing had happened, eyes trained ahead of him and head moving minutely to some beat.

“Dude, he’s got earbuds in…”

“Goddammit. I’ll just try again next time.” Joseph sighed, then a smirk grew across his features.

“You don’t want me on the bad side of Shimada ‘cause you like the younger one, yeah?”

“You’re never gonna know.” Jesse huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and sticking his nose in the air. His friends all snorted and laughed, not believing it for a second.

“Look at the blush he’s got!” Lance chuckled, Jesse glaring at him with no real heat behind it. 

Everyone in the entire school knew that Jesse McCree and Genji Shimada had an unspoken thing between one another, but it was still all up to speculation since neither had confirmed the suspicions or done anything more than tease some flirting every now and then across the halls to one another.

“There’s no way you two aren’t fucking already. No way.” Harper muttered with a shake of his head, shoving Jesse and smirking.

“He’s not just some object, an’ for your information, I have a more respect for folks than that. So watch your mouth, Harp.” Jesse snapped, Harper raising his hands placidly.

“In denial are we?”

“In your dreams.”

“Shit, there he is with his gang of girlies! Getting everyone hyped for the game tonight, huh?”

“Please, everyone and their cousin’s goldfish are going to be at the game tonight. The final match between us and Talon? Who hasn’t been preparing for this game for a month?”

“You better not let us down Jesse, Akande isn’t that good.”

“Well, when your put up against a hulking, ripped hunk of man meat trained in various martial arts from Nigeria, you come to me an’ we’ll talk then.” Jesse laughed, his friends all joining in. 

He slowed when he passed the girls on the drill team and Genji, eyeing the latter for a moment as an idea sprung into his head.

“Y’all go ahead, I got somethin’ I gotta take care of.” He told his friends, getting snickers out of all of them.

“Gonna finally kiss him?”

“Get on outta here, I’ll tell you later.”

The group complied as Jesse waved them off, running a hand through his hair as he approached Genji. The younger Shimada glanced over at him, eyes lined in gold that matched the blue and silver dance uniforms, the Overwatch school crest and eagle mascot in gold on their arms.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the star of the show? You gonna get us a win tonight Mr. Basketball King?” Genji quipped in a bright tone, eyes narrowing and hands going to his hips. The tight, leathery material of his pants clung to his legs and ass wonderfully, though Jesse didn’t stare for too long.

“I’ll try my damndest. The Talon Panthers are just a piece of work, ‘specially with their new guy on the team.”

“Mhm, Akande Ogundumu. I’ve heard lots about him. I still think we have a very good chance though.” Genji hummed, giving Jesse a very obvious once over to emphasize the implications of his statement.

“Confident enough to bet on it?” Jesse asked, leaning his forearm on the wall next to Genji’s head as he got the man’s full attention.

“A bet hm?”

“Yeah.”

“Well how about this…If you lose, you have to profess your undying love to me in the middle of the hallway on our way to lunch. In poetry form.” Genji offered with a smirk, Jesse making a face.

“Oooh…I hope you know that I’m mighty good at poetry sweetpea.”

“Then I’ll expect a good profession.”

“That sure we’re gonna lose?”

“No, but have you seen Akande? He’s built like a brick shithouse.”

“Eh, I can take ‘im. So…What about if we win?” Jesse inquired, leaning closer as Genji looked up at him with a playfully thoughtful expression.

“Hmmm~ let’s see…You don’t have to shout poetry in the hallway.”

“Yeesh, that ain’t gonna do at all sugar. How ‘bout I get to kiss you if we win?” Jesse gave in counter offer, leaning in close enough to almost brush noses with Genji, voice dropping to a murmur.

“You play a dirty game Mister McCree. But I accept.”

“For you darlin’, I’ll play as dirty as I need to.” Jesse told him with a wink, turning around and throwing some finger guns in Genji’s direction.

“See ya at the game, then. Good luck ladies and gentleman! You’re gonna rock it durin’ halftime!” Jesse called, all the girls cheering and waving at him, wishing him luck as well. Genji watched him go with a smug little smirk, Jesse hurrying off to his next class, waving to at least five people he knew as he passed and giving the others a smile.~“Alright boys, you know the drill. Don’t let the Panther’s new guy scare you, he’s just another player, one that can be beat just like the rest of us. Get out there and kick some ass, give them a good game. Fight hard and stay focused, and we’ll have this game over and won in no time. Go Eagles!” Coach Morrison shouted, the basketball team echoing him and cheering. Jesse clapped his teammates on the back, getting handshakes and light punches from them, everyone excited and ready to play.

“Yo, Jess!”

“What’s up Jensen? Gettin’ nervous?”

“I mean, yeah. It’s the biggest game of the year! And the Panthers are unbeaten…”

“Ah, so what? Just get out there, give ‘em a damn good fight, an’ make sure you have a good time while you’re at it. Don’t worry rookie, ya got this.” Jesse teased, rubbing his hand through the freshman’s hair and effectively mussing it. Jensen was the only freshman on the varsity basketball team, so of course he was nervous at having to play against the single hardest high school team there was.

“Yeah…Yeah we’ll win this for sure!”

“That’s it! Come on, game starts in five.”

“McCree!”

“Yeah, coach?”

“Get up here, you’ll lead the team out!”

“Aye aye captain!”

Jesse jogged to the front of the team, everyone looking good in their blue uniforms with gold eagles on the front, shorts and tank tops lined in silver.

“Alright boys. Knock ‘em dead!”

The team cheered again, Jesse leading the way out into the gym at a slow jog. The wave of cheers hit him as soon as the doors opened, the stands overflowing, everyone screaming and waving posters, banners, flags, and streamers. Student’s faces were painted silver and blue, everyone dressed in school spirit making the stands look like rippling water. 

The cheerleaders and drill team were all on their feet just outside the front row where they were set up, the girls all waving their pompoms with ribbons in their hair. Genji of course stood out a mile away with his shock of green hair, Jesse’s eye drawn to him as they passed and giving him a wink. He was smacked with a borrowed pompom in return, a smile growing on his face as they went onto the court. 

Cheers then went up from the opposite side of the gym, the Talon Panthers section of students wearing black and red to support their team as they ran out onto the court next. Jesse still couldn’t believe the size of Akande as the teams lined up to face one another, everyone with stony and focused expressions as the coaches shook hands. Coach Morrison shook Coach Reyes’ hand with more force than strictly necessary, the Panther’s coach smirking and at ease.

“Good luck, Eagles. You’re gonna need it.” Reyes told them, Morrison narrowing his eyes as he responded.

“Right back at you, Panthers.”

The Talon drill team and cheerleaders all jumped up and down, yelling along with their peers, Jesse noticing a particularly pretty one with long black hair and one with a half shaved head, hair dyed purple at the ends. He’d heard Genji complain about the long haired one, the Shimada always pissed off at all the natural grace she had in competitions just because she did ballet too. 

The referees came onto the court, and the teams got into position, everyone cheering as the ball was tossed into the air and the game started. Akande leapt into the air faster than a snake to snatch away the ball before Jesse could reach it, automatically driving left and speeding towards the basket. The Talon fans all screamed in joy, the Eagles’ shouting encouragement. Jesse was right next to him the whole way, jumping up to block his shot and forcing him to pass to another player. 

Now cheers went up from the Overwatch section as the Eagles took possession of the ball, only to have it stolen away again. Jesse ran back and forth, keeping a close eye on Akande and trying to shove him a bit as he was passed the ball. Akande caught the basketball anyways, dribbling it to the Eagle’s side and able to get past Jesse’s defense this time, the net swooshing as the basket was made.

“Hm. You’re not bad…But you’re not good either.” Akande muttered to Jesse with a smirk, Jesse narrowing his eyes and pushing his hair back.

“You keep on tellin’ yourself that, partner. You’re goin’ down.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Jesse glared at him before they went to reset, the ball immediately flying in his direction. Akande snapped his hand out and caught it again before Jesse could, but he didn’t get far. Jesse took it back and cut around him, hearing screams from the fans as he sprinted down the court and made a shot. It went in smoothly, and was a two-pointer too. He turned to Akande at that, raising a brow with a devilish grin and jogging back to his team. 

The first half went by in what felt like seconds to Jesse, but he was panting and sweating by the time the refs called a break. The Panthers were up by three points-courtesy of Akande in the last few seconds of course-but it was nice to see him just as worn as Jesse was. They’d been neck and neck almost the whole time, and it was tense on both sides. 

Jesse jogged to the sidelines to get some water, fist bumping his teammates as he went. The crowd was cheering as usual, everyone waving their banners and streamers flying everywhere. Jesse sat down gratefully, snatching up a water bottle and gulping down its contents as the drill team and cheerleaders went out onto the court for their performance.

Music started up as they all ran into their formations, the drill team taking the spotlight, heads down and backs to the audience. Their hands were behind their heads, hips jutted out to the side and Jesse couldn’t help but watch one of them in particular as they shifted to the beat of the song. The cheerleaders did flips in the background as the drill team spun to face the crowd, all smiles and narrowed eyes as they walked forward as one unit. 

They then threw their arms in the air, spinning and dropping down into a squat, backs arched and rolling their torsos. The cheerleaders then did flips in a diamond around them, the drill team straightening and moving closer to one another, surrounding on particular green haired dancer. Arms went around him, only one little bounce being warning before Genji was thrown into the air, spinning and twirling as the crowd went absolutely nuts. He of course nailed the landing, a huge grin on his face as they walked forward to the beat again in a triangular formation. 

Their feet moved and the girls all dropped down in a wave, a few in the front all the way to the back, hair flipping in an arc as they raised their heads again. They moved like one, cheerleaders joining the drill team as they bent down again, hips moving now in a full body roll. They circled one another, dancing to the beat and being more than a little suggestive in their movements, but of course they were killing it. 

The music started to fade, everyone striking a pose before Genji went out to the front, pushing his hair away from his face and death dropping effortlessly, arms out by his head. Everyone screamed and cheered, Jesse able to pick out Hanzo’s voice in particular over all the others rooting for his little brother. 

He shouted along with the rest of the crowd, whistling and clapping enthusiastically as the drill team and cheerleaders bowed. They went back to their previous spots, breathing heavily but all of then smiling broadly. Half time was on the retreat, people running to grab concessions real quick as the Talon cheer team did a few chants and dances for their audience. 

Jesse eyed Akande on the other side of the court, finding his opponent was doing the exact same thing back to him. So Jesse shot him some finger guns, tongue sticking out slightly through his smirk. Akande seemed to be amused by it, and he shook his head before looking away. The whistle then blew for the second half of the game to commence and Jesse hopped up, grinning to his teammates.

“We got this y’all.”

He went onto the court, this time faster than Akande in taking the basketball first and driving it down to Talon’s basket. Akande blocked his shot, so Jesse passed it to Jensen, the freshman panicking a bit before going for the shot. It bounced off the rim, the crowd screaming as one of the Panther players was able to grab it. He didn’t go far, Tyler able to fight it back and pass it to Jesse again. It was passed to Jensen for another try, and this time, the ball went in. Everyone went nuts, Jesse clapping the freshman on the back as Jensen grinned.

“See? Ya got nothin’ ta worry ‘bout.”

“Yeah!”

They lined up again, the Panthers running down the court with the ball, then trying to pass to Akande. Jesse threw himself in front of the ball, somehow managing to keep his feet beneath him as he dribbled his way past the Panthers. He passed, sprinted, blocked, grimaced when the Panthers scored a basket, cheered with the crowd when the Eagles made their shots, and it was the last minute of the game when the score finally tied up 25-25. 

Both teams played extremely defensively, Jesse more focused on just keeping the ball away from their basket than anything, but the seconds were ticking down. He glanced to the Eagles section of the audience, seeing everyone on the edge of their seats, still screaming encouragements. Genji was bouncing up and down with the cheerleaders, eyes meeting Jesse’s when he looked over. Jesse winked, then figured he may as well make a last ditch effort because dammit all, he wanted to kiss Genji Shimada. He ran in and took the ball from one of the Panthers, sprinting down the court and hearing everyone counting down with the timer.

“Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!”

Jesse dodged two players coming at him, jumping up and letting the ball slip off his fingers, into the air and—

“Three! Two! On—YEAAAAHHHH!!!”

The swoosh of the net was completely and utterly drowned out by the enthusiasm of the crowd, everyone screaming and throwing blue and silver streamers. Jesse threw his arms into the air and cheered as his team completely swarmed him, everyone jumping up and down and slapping one another on the back, yelling with the crowd. They were ushered into a line to shake hands with the other team, Jesse grinning and congratulating them on an amazing game. Akande gave him a smile and shook his hand firmly.

“Good shot. You played well.”

“Hey, you too man. I almost thought we weren’t gonna make it, you’re so good.” Jesse replied with heart, Akande ducking his head in a little bow of acknowledgement. 

When the niceties were over and everyone had been properly congratulated, Jesse went back towards the stands to grab a towel, everyone pushing their way towards him. He was sweaty and gross, but had earned what he was about to go for, if he could find who he was looking for. Green hair showed itself, and Jesse grinned, pushing his way to Genji and taking his arm.

“Heya darlin’.” He practically shouted, Genji grinning and eyes widening as Jesse leaned in and crushed their lips together. 

He thought that the crowd couldn’t have been louder than they had been when he’d shot that last basket, but he was so wrong. There was an explosion of screams and cheers as Genji melted into him, Jesse’s hand going up to rest on Genji’s neck and tilting his head, lips moving languidly against each other. Jesse had never kissed anyone quite like Genji; addictive, sweet, expressive, everything he had ever dreamed of and more. 

When they broke off, Jesse stayed nose to nose with Genji, both staring at one another in mild shock and excitement. Genji then laughed, clear and beautiful, pressing in for another kiss.

“Well done Jesse. You win this one.” Genji whispered against his lips, Jesse grinning and pecking him again. He could definitely get used to this.~~

[thathumanwiththecatears]

its the night after my birthday rn as im starting to type this, and i have no idea if i will actually finish this tonight and post it or not so just for reference to see how long it takes me to talk about this its currently 1:43 am on 2/5/18 and everything id under the cut because its very long.

so, i want to talk about literally everything going on in my head about gender, and im not gonna leave anything out, not even the stuff that i would normally be really afraid to talk about on here cause i just need to put everything down in words. 

I currently identify as a genderfluid person who leans more on the masculine side. and just for clarification i will say i also call myself trans, trans masc, nonbinary, and genderqueer. I discovered that i was genderfluid in 2015 and i have been happy with that label ever since, of course with the normal self questioning every genderfluid person goes through. 

for kind of a while but mostly recently, i have started wondering if i am possibly also intersex. for anyone who doesnt know what that means: its when you are born with ambiguous sex traits, so that can mean a lot of things like different hormones and genitals and stuff. so apparently, most people who are born intersex dont actually know, and neither do their parents, because if there is anything physically “out of the ordinary” you could say, they will just do a surgery to fix it first. 

now one thing that made me think this was the fact that i have a hormone imbalance. and i havent actually looked into anything that much to even know if that is a sign of it, but what i do know is i was told to take birth control to fix it and i can not stand how it makes me feel. It feels wrong, sometimes it almost feels like my body fights with it too and like i have more testosterone because of it trying to counteract it. again none of this is scientific, i literally dont know how this shit works and feel free to tell me i am an idiot. There are also 2 other reasons i think this but im actually rethinking the posting literally everything cause im too uncomfortable posting about those two so im gonna not talk about them, but feel free to make up your own idea if you so choose, you will probably be wrong.

things that i had before starting birth control were: hair on legs and under arms growing really fast, i smelled worse, i will say i had a stronger libido, i had long dark hairs that would grow from under my chin and neck (not extremely noticeable but they were there), some hair on my tummy, and a few hairs occasionally grew in between my tiddies, and i had a VERY messed up menstrual cycle like i very rarely had periods. there are more things but at this time i cant think of anymore. these things have all like not stopped but chilled i guess, and i almost hate it?? which is one of the things that is making me more interested in trying to go on T. 

There are many things i want from T but also so many things i am afraid of. i will mention the stuff im afraid of first cause i honestly feel like that is an easier list for me to talk about. so big big one, is my hair, i am terrified to lose my hair. so much of my self confidence comes from my hair its not even funny. i rely so much on my hair. people always question if im drawing myself when i draw characters because all of them have hair extremely similar to my own, but i just love this hair, i always have, and the fact that i actually get to have this hair on my head makes me incredibly happy. 

another thing im less concerned about but a bit is my voice. i know that that is like one of the main things trans guys usually want to change but i like my voice. i like how it sounds, and i like to sing. im afraid of what my voice will sound like after, im afraid i will hate it, and the thing is, that isnt reversible, if i go on T and my voice changes and i dont like it, i cant just stop T and have it go back. that is a permanent change, same with the hair. the things im most afraid of are the permanent things so im very afraid of it.

face shape changing is one thing im on the fence about, on one hand i think it would be nice, but also, i like my face shape, or at least the face shape i pretend to have in selfies, but I also use makeup to make it more masculine and i love how that looks and wish it could really look like that. Because of the fact that im genderfluid not a trans man makes it so much harder. 

things i think would be fantastic though, a big one for me is getting rid of periods, and i know that can be done by other things but it is deff a huge plus to this too, you see I got really used to not having them like ever, and now i have them every month, and i cant stand it. this is also gonna be really gross but whatever, i dont even like, do anything sometimes. i will just free bleed, if im home, if im wearing one of the pairs of pajama pants that i know always wash out all the blood then i just dont bother with anything, i have a short and not too heavy period so i dont even ever bleed completely through the pants either, so it just kinda works. its just so annoying and i hate that i have to deal with it now. 

another thing is weird to some but body hair growth, some people hate it but i kinda like it sometimes, and if i decide i dont i can just shave it off and everything is great. also beards, i love beards, and judging by my family and the fact that my face tries to grow hairs without T tells me i can deff grow one. and again if i decide i dont want it i can just shave it off. 

body fat migration, to make me have a less feminine body, and muscle growth, are both things that on my fat ass body i dont think would make too much of a difference quite honestly, but would i be pumped to look less feminine and be able to get more muscle if i actually worked out? HELL YEAH. and im just gonna slip this lil thing in here i like the idea of the uh,,, growth, that happens else where but just my body changing like that makes me happy, i know for a fact that i want to get my chest removed because its extremely annoying and gives me dysphoria, and quite honestly my tits are fucking ugly, i dont care how body positive i want to be and how i support any other person with large breasts, mine are so fucking ugly i have hated them since they grew in.

there are a ton of tiny things too that change that i want and like also just the fact of having those hormones in my body would make me feel normal. estrogen doesnt make me feel right. it makes me feel like something is wrong with me, and like i have taken away a part of myself. i dont know how to describe it, but that “hormone imbalance” felt more “right” to me than this. i feel like im messed up now. 

im just conflicted. I want to be happy, I want to feel okay in my body, but right now i dont, and i also dont know if being on T would fix it, or give me irreversible side effects that i can never fix and leave me feeling the same way. I honestly just feel like i would be better with my “imbalance” cause that was the most normal i have felt. but apparently thats not “healthy” 

literally like the main thing here is im not a trans man, and im not a cis woman, and yeah i lean more on masculine, but will i regret doing things to my body that actually make me physically closer to being male. i dont know, and there is no way to find out without really regretting it. but im just not happy how i currently am either, so it just makes it so hard. there is like no way for me to be happy like this, i just dont even want to have a human body, i would rather exist as just a formless entity that has no male or female traits. 

this post didnt even help me figure stuff out. im still just as confused. I just want to be able to live as a man but keep my voice and hair, if i could do that i think i would be 100% ready to go on T. and these are such petty things and i feel so bad about being caught up on them cause trans men talk about how they are afraid to lose their hair but say how its worth it to them. and i feel so bad that i dont know if it is worth it for me. like i dont deserve to transition if i dont think its worth it.

it has been an hour now. and i think im done now. but i might post about this again.

[writterings]

hey im nb/ag and my name is alex but anyway i really want to start T but my family is really, really poor and im guessing my insurance doesn't cover that and im also worried that if i start it I won't like it or something but i want a lower voice and to look less like a girl ffffffff dysphoria is my middle name tbh .,..,., ., .

hey alex, i’m so sorry for answering this late!! i’ve been on mobile literally all day yesterday and today and i felt as though this ask needed a longer answer than i was able to type on my phone. 

anyways! dsyphoria sucks major ass, and if it was a physical thing i would punch it for you. HOWEVER, i do have some advice that could possibly help if you’re interested, and some advice on going on T. 

i’ll put that all below the cut:

T Facts:

first things first, some insurances offer coverage for hormones. i suggest you look into company yours is through and to what extent it goes to (basically just google your insurance company’s name along with “hrt” or something like that, you should find answers pretty quick)

next, T does drastically change your body -- but at a gradual pace. if you see something you don’t like happening, it’ll be pretty easy to quit T and that certain effect should wear off after you stop your use. just be warned, if you do continue T beyond that point, that effect will develop however. 

T can cause cystic acne, hair growth all over your body, and clitoris enlargement (bc a penis is actually an overgrown clit tbh -- but that’s just another story), BUT it can also cause vocal cords thickening for a deeper voice, increased body muscles, and your jaw may become squarer. there are also other side effects -- both good and bad -- and if you’re seriously considering going on T i recommend researching it thoroughly. 

the price of T can range tremendously, especially in regards to what type you get (ex: shots vs pills vs patches). i suggest you research that as well and figure out which form of it would be the best for you considering your family’s situation. 

you typically need a gender therapist/a therapist in general to help get you on T. medical doctors want a note saying yes, indeed, you are trans before they give you any hormones. luck with this many vary. 

****disclaimer: please note i am not on T and have not taken it, i’ve just researched it along with my gender therapist a lot considering i am trying to get on it within the next few months/this school year 

Passing/Kicking Dsyphoria’s Ass/Looking Less Like A Girl:

this part is easier and cheaper than going on T tbh. first things first, you’re going to want to work on your mannerisms. to talk the talk, ya gotta walk the walk pretty much tbh. the things below will help you with the whole “appearing less like a girl” thing:

square your shoulders and stand with them back when you walk. this doesn’t have to be all the time, but it makes you look taller, thinner, and more intimidating. guys tend to walk like this, and it could be good for presenting androgynously for when you’re not exactly presenting as a guy.

when walking, look over people’s heads in the direction you’re going in. they’ll subconsciously get out of your way then. guys tend not to move out of the way for people when they’re about to collide when walking at each other, so this will help

spread your legs when you sit

take up as much space as you want when walking/standing somewhere (without being rude)

don’t look people in the eye as much when you talk to them

shake people’s hands when you meet them. and i mean. all the time. especially if it’s a guy. even if you’ve met them before.

now here’s some fashion advice:

get a binder. a good one. i personally recommend getting a gc2b one, directly off their website and ordering a size above the one you would usually wear in shirts. it WILL make you as relatively flat as you need, but will take some breaking in. their binders are about 30$ so if you need to save up, i seriously recommend investing in them. research the risks of binding, also. 

you don’t need a packer. no one cares that much to check down there.

don’t wear button down shirts unless you’re at a formal event. button down shirts call too much attention to you when you’re someplace casual, and people will stare. because they’re staring at you too long, they’ll stare at the parts they shouldn’t be  and then misgender you as a girl. however, they do think they’re properly gendering you, of course -- cis people pride themselves on figuring out people’s “”””Real”””” genders and then calling them she/he despite how the person is not dressed like a she/he. (and they don’t even consider the person is a “they”)

wear t-shirts instead, and one that’s in your proper size. no baggy Ts. regular, fitting ones are lighter and more form fitting so they make you look more attractive and they call less attention to yourself. don’t worry about your breasts or curves showing if you have them -- if you look androgynous or like a guy enough people won’t question them. (and this is coming from someone with double d breasts who just got called a “he” in walmart despite how i was only wearing a sports bra)

cargo shorts are ugly but literally talk to any guy and he owns like ten pairs. also every butch lesbian friend i have loves them as well. they’re a win if you’re aiming for androgyny/looking more masculine. they also have so many pockets. i recommend cargo shorts. 

wear your pants/shorts below your belly. it’s just a guy thing to do. 

TAKE CARE OF YOUR SHOES!!!! AND GET GOOD ONES!!! you’re agender but i don’t know how much you want to look like a guy, but lemme tell ya guys take GOOD CARE of their shoes. literally, once i started passing as a guy all the dudes at my school starting making fun of my shoes because they were a no-name brand and had holes in them. shoes are important. i can understand if you can’t afford jordans or doc martins (bc i sure as hell cant lol) but just take care of what you got. 

grooming/personal care

don’t shave your legs

let your eyebrows grow out

ditch the bangs. bangs are feminizing. (i recommend a fade away tbh -- they’re pretty androgynous haircuts)

tbh i recommend shaving your pits because they get smelly if you don’t

shave your face. everyone naturally has peach fuzz on their face and teenage boys typically start shaving off whatever they got on them when they reach high school. also, it will start growing in more thicker and faster when you do this, if you want a beard. 

voice

you can actually naturally lower your voice without going on T. 

first, you can try speaking at a lower pitch. this will hurt after you do it for a while so i don’t recommend it too much. 

you can also try vocal exercises to warm up to that. i personally use the “bing-bong-king-kong” method, where i say all those words and go down a pitch on each word, and draw out the syllabels so it’s like “oooooong”

singing along to guy’s part’s in songs and trying to match their pitches actually helps a lot! i hope your a musical fan because trying to do “waving through a window” from dear evan hansen has actually helped me a lot

this link should help you

anyways...that’s all the advice i got! sorry if you weren’t actually looking for advice tho lol. i hope this was able to help in some way. if you ever need someone to talk to, my inbox and DMs are always open. good luck, alex.

[acuriousmoldyfamily]

48

since britty hasnt answered this yet and i’m desperate im  gonna do this

1. i fucking love spot conlon

2. im single ladies hmu ;)))

3. my fingers are flexible as FUCK

4. my kneecaps are little bitches and ive dislocated both of them since may 3rd

5. i love lifesaver mints holy shit

6. they are the light in my life 

7. fun fact : they’re also kinda like crack at my school

8. my favorite high school musical character growing up was kelsi

9. i got nightmares from Disney Princess: Enchanted Journey (2007)

10. i dont really know how tall i am ??? i think i’m somewhere around 5′7″ but its been y e a r s since ive been measured and boy do i grow fast

11. speaking of growing fast my HAIR grows way too fast

12. fast enough to the point where if i wanted to keep it at a consistent length i would need to cut it basically once every 2 weeks

13. its also soft as FUCK

14. i can almost do the splits i guess

15. i have so many fucking moles. all over my body

16. natural hair colors ? who ? i only dye my hair brown because of Jesus

17. ive never made a good decision in my life

18. one time i had to share a bed with my crush when i was 7

19. he’s a douche now and it was hands down the worst sleeping situation ive ever been in

20. im left handed

21. makeup ? who ? i’m a lazy bitch

22. GAY

23. im cold as fuck but i refuse to put on pants i gotta look decent when i burn shit tonight

24. im not committing arson dw

25. i have 2 cats and theyre both assholes

26. seriously theres a couch in my basement that theyve fucking destroyed just by pissing on it

27. speaking of which i spend most of my time in my basement sitting in a lawn chair

28. why, you may ask. to which i respond. “fuck if i know”

29. im so out of shape oh my g o d

30. i can actually cook like wow

31. i love my aunt’s dog more than i love myself

32. i got four hours of sleep and most of that was due to the fact that i was laying awake contemplating on the concept of sleep

33. seriously what the fuck is sleep

34. im really irresponsible

35. i can and will rant for HOURs if given the opportunity

36. i havent shaved my legs all summer

37. my nose is GREASY

38. i can do things with my joints i shouldnt be able to do

39. all 2 of my cousins are younger than me

40. i have no clue where i get money from i dont have a job

41. i can and will drink 2+ gallons of arizona in a day

42. ive only lived in city my whole life and i hate

43. so ?? many ??? repressed ??? emotions ????

44. im so desperate for attention oh my god

45. i’m also desperate for a gf hmu ladies ;)))

46. my hairs bright fuckin red and it doesnt match with a n  yt hing 

47. please help me

48. im GAY AND SINGLE

-julia

my turn i guess

1) I hate @luminatione jk ily

2) i have been alive for 17 years

3) I am giant (6′1)

4) i’ve dyed my hair purple(tips), blue, red, and pink

5) I am soon to be a senior in high school

6) i am mostly gay

7) i have a girlfriend

8) I stayed up till 2 am the other night talking about clumch

9) i fucking love musicals

10) i auditioned for Annie at a community playhouse but didnt get cast

11) i guess i sing?

12) i will be in 2 choir classes next year (and voice lessons)

13) i sit in my shower because i am too tall for the nozzle to hit my head

14) i unsuccessfully stole 2 packs of silly bands and got kicked out of a department store

15) i have ADD, HAAD, and SAD

16) i love harry potter

17) i also love the lunar chronicals

18) if its not obvious i love reading

19) julia is one of the bitchiest (ily) and funniest people i have ever met

20) i have taken 3 years of chines and i have retained barely any of it

21) everyone else in my family speaks french

22) i am mostly german

23) in fact i am directly descended from german royalty and have castle ruins in frankfurt germany

24) i had never seen newsies until i met julia and then she talked non stop about it so i watched and loved it

25) i was born April 3 2000

26) i was named after my older sisters barbie doll

27) if i was a boy i would have been named benjamin

28) i have upwards of like 20 cousins on my moms side (including second cousins)

29) i am part bohemian (not a lot but still)

30) until 4th grade i only had one friend and then i had two because everyone hated me

31) i have an identical twin sister

32) i also have an older sister

33) i had 10 boyfriends in high school because i was repressing my gay thoughts

34) i love all of our 10 followers

35) i want to kiss literally all of my friends

36) if youre nice to me i will fall in love with you

37) fuck i guess i have an eye kink?

38) starkid productions is my one true love

39) i started singing mainly because of avpm

40) my favorite video of all time is potter puppet pals

41) i love mike faist way more than i should

42) also will roland

43) and ben platt

44) and pretty much the entire DEH team

45) have i mentioned how much i love and appreciate julia? what a bro

46) i used to be obsessed with taylor laughtner

47) like i had a poster of him on my wall that i would kiss everyday and i would make a poster of taylor swift watch cause they were dating at the time and i hated her

48) hsm and shrek is my SHIT

~britty