#tw: dsyphoria

[bonsai-turned-pretty]

unsure about going out in shorts to church but if i wear sweats then it's too hot for a hoodie and wearing a bra rn is a horrid idea so hoodie is a must

also ive been kinda dsyphoric and self conscious all day and my thighs aren't helping and neither are my unshaven legs (fear of people staring or thinking im unhygienic for not shaving) so im afraid I'm gonna have to suffer

[helluva-hurricanes-blog]

My dsyphoria

TW FOR TRANS DSYPHORIA

[baby-yellowjackets]

hi!! would you be willing to write a fic about an infant regressed tboy nat and mama lottie? maybe dealing with some dysphoria or other really big feelings :0 tysm your writing is amazing

Title: Manas Good Boy

Pairing! Trans boy! Regressor! Nat x Caregiver! Lottie

Word count: 500

TW: mentions of bodily dsyphoria, mis gendering, etc

Author’s note: first time writing trans nat, so I really hope I did him justice anon!!

Today had been hard, the day spent being called by the wrong name, the wrong pronouns, generally feeling gross about himself- Nat had found himself exhausted once he and Lottie reached their hotel room.

He was grateful he didn’t have to pair up with Misty this time around, she always asked so many questions, Nat couldn’t exactly sleep.

But Lottie was different. She didn’t really ask many questions, but she was always willing to help in any way she could.

Lottie knew two of Nat’s secrets that he’d probably bring to the grave. The first being that he was trans, female to male. The second was that he was an age regressor.

It was honestly a huge accident when Lottie first found out. She found him poorly binding in the locker room after a particularly hard practice and since he was so tired, Nat accidentally regressed in front of Lottie.

Neither of these things seemed to turn her away, rather they made her more protective.

She had left their room to go grab a bucket of ice so they could enjoy a post game soda and snack before winding down for bed.

This had left Nat alone beside his treasured pacifier that was tucked safely into his mouth and his plush bear that was cuddled into his chest. He always brought both items with him when they had to go on weekend trips for games.

Sighing softly, he curled up further under the sheets, snuffling.

“I’m back!” Lottie’s sweet voice filled the room as she set the ice bucket down.

She had yet to notice Nat being regressed. Grabbing the plastic cups the hotel provided, popping open a bottle of soda and splitting it between the two of them before grabbing the desired snacks they had bought earlier at the gas station.

“Are you—“ Lottie paused as she turned around, features going soft as he watched Nat rub at his eyes again.

“Nat..?” She spoke, setting the items down before approaching the little boy.

Brushing a stray piece of hair from his face, she smiled.

“How old are you?” Lottie asked, but already figured Nat was in a baby-like headspace.

Nat shrugged, brows furrowed with a little irritated huff. Despite being in such a small headspace, he was still feeling a lot of big emotions.

Whining, he rolled over and kicked his legs out in frustration.

“Hey hey-“ Lottie cooed, grabbing his hand.

“What’s wrong bub..?” She asked as Nat pouted, kicking his legs again. That was about as best as he could communicate, not much for talking in baby space.

“I see.” Lottie nodded, thinking back to earlier in the day. She should’ve caught Nat’s discomfort sooner.

“Well listen-“ Lottie hummed, pulling the small boy up into her lap with ease.

“You are the best boy ever, ya know that? My good boy~” Lottie cooed, tickling the other slightly. Beaming as she got a small laugh.

“Mamas.. good boy?” Nat asked sweetly, a bit muffled from the pacifer .

“Mhm!” Lottie nodded, kissing his chest.

“Mama's best boy!” She reassured softly.

[someones-here-for-sure]

Tw body issues/dsyphoria/etc VENT

I can’t live like this i’m in this body body body I

it’s not not mine it’s it’s it’s hell it’s fucking hell ii hate hate it snd I and I I I can’t fucking g stand it I’m losing my mind trapped I’m fucking trapped and no one can save me andi’m wrong it’s all wrong everything’s wrong with me I can!t even live like this I ‘m gonna lose my mind I’m stuck I’m fucking stuck And i’ can’t do this

I feel sick with every inch of my body and no amount of compliments or self esteem will fix it because my body is WRONG. You are complimenting the wrong thin git’s not mine this isn’t me I’m not like this I don’t look or sound or even really act liethis I don’t I promise I don’t I’m just stuck and stuck and I can’t can’t can’t get out I’m gonna die here and no one can save me I’m going to die in a hell that was worse than the death itself I’m forced to be hurting forever and I need to escape but I can!t and I’m going to stuck like this forever and I’m alone in here and even if I’m “loved” they’re loving the wrong person it’s not me it’ll never be me ando’m horrible either way and I don’t know how to fell because even I’ve been trapped to only be able to see me this awful disgusting wrong way becuase e I’m stuck and I don’t know how to feel I’m scared of myself and confused and I feel sick and I want to die to escape this but I FUCKINF can’t because I don’t deserve that kind of mercy and I already act selfish enoughso it would be a bithc move to tey and end it early. please someone help me I need help i can’t live like this and I’m scared I’m scared and i feel like every day it gets worse please help help help me me me

[therezastarman]

“Ew, your boobs.”

-- my sister

I could not agree more.

[subconscious-horse]

I hate bras. I hate them. They make me want to leave my body. I hate them. So fucking much. I feel so fucking hot and uncomfortable and I want to get out of my skin. Why won't my mother fucking listen to me?

[lunasberry]

nothing feels fun again. there's no real thing I enjoy doing.

[helluva-hurricanes-blog]

Ugh god I’m experiencing gender dysphoria again wtf do I do

[vanillaokko]

no, but i don't think you understand how close i am to grabbing a pair of scissors and giving myself d.i.y top surgery

[secretlyasupervillain]

Dysphoria is fuckin weird bruh like I got rid of it for a min by making my voice lower then I looked in the mirror and suddenly developed a distaste of my eyelashes cuz they looked too fem also my neck is too fem imo and like idk why it just is and my hands are too small anyways yea fuck dysphoria

[crescentmp3]

*googles how to feel more androgynous when getting my hair cut didn't work*

[fruit-teeth]

Avalanche (part 4)

/(before this chapter starts I wanna say that breastfeeding is depicted at the beginning, so if that makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, shape or form, I would suggest being mindful going into this. Thanks!)\

“Scout?” Sniper opened the bedroom door, stepping in cautiously. “Hey, love, are you all right?”

Scout lay on the bed, their son pressed up to his chest. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice soft. His eyes were focused on the baby.

Sniper sighed, closing the door behind him and heading for the bed. “Look, I’m sorry I handed him to Pyro without checking with you, I...” he trailed off, realizing what Scout was doing. “Are...are you breastfeeding?”

Scout didn’t look up, but he nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, shifting a little to rest his hand comfortably on the baby’s back. “I didn’t think I could, but...I dunno,”

Sniper sat down on the bed slowly, his mouth slightly agape as he watched. “Wow...I-I mean, I didn’t think it was possible, but Medic said you might have some, I...” he went quiet again, unable to take his eyes off the sight. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

Scout shook his head. “Nah, doesn’t hurt. It kinda tickles...I know that sounds weird,”

“No, no,” Sniper put his arm around Scout, watching the baby eat. “That’s good, I think. Very good,” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the baby’s head. “This is probably healthier than the formula, anyway,”

“Yeah,” Scout leaned against Sniper, still watching the baby. He smiled weakly after a moment. “He’s gonna grow up and be a real strong guy, I bet,”

Sniper smiled back, and he kissed Scout’s head as well. “Definitely. If he’s anything like you, he’ll be just that,”

Scout snorted, his cheeks reddening a little. “Me? Nah, come on, Snipes!” He pecked a kiss to Sniper’s cheek, humming. “He’s more like you,”

“Think so?” Sniper observed as the baby finished eating, and Scout brought him up to his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Scout assured, patting the baby’s back. The baby let out a gurgling squeak, and Scout pulled away just in time to see that he’d spit up on him. “Oh—!”

“Whoops,” Sniper quickly grabbed a tissue, wiping up the mess. “That’s all right, he probably ate too fast,”

Scout sighed, grimacing a little. “You’re tellin’ me...I don’t think he’s gonna want that crummy replacement milk after this,” his shirt was still pushed up, and he could only stare for a moment at his own chest. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this...it felt nice, but somehow, it felt wrong at the same time.

Scout pushed those thoughts to the side as he settled the baby into his arms, shushing him gently when he whimpered. “Hey, it’s okay,” Scout cooed, wiping drool from the little mouth. “You’re good, bud,”

Sniper wrapped his arms around Scout, reaching a hand around to pet the baby’s soft cheek. “So,” Sniper spoke up after a moment. “I’ve been meanin’ to ask...” he swallowed, trying to think of how to phrase this. “You...you didn’t know you were pregnant? It’s just that you and I have been at this for almost a whole year, now, and I never suspected a thing,”

Scout took a breath, pressing the baby a little closer. “I mean, I felt sick, y’know? But I thought it was the flu or somethin’...must have been morning sickness or whatever,” he thought back, trying to remember if there were any other signs. “Oh, and sometimes I’d feel little things in me,” he put his hand against the spot, which was just below his belly button. “Somethin’ would poke me sometimes, but I didn’t think it was anything,”

Sniper nodded slowly, and he placed his hand on the baby’s head. “Must have been him trying to tell you he was there,”

“Yeah...” tears suddenly filled Scout’s eyes, and he sniffed. “I feel so bad...I-I should’ve known!”

“Hey, hey,” Sniper drew Scout close, offering a sweet kiss to his lips. “It’s okay, don’t get upset,” he intertwined his fingers with Scout’s, their hands resting together on the baby’s chest. “He’s here, and he’s okay,”

Scout sniffed, holding the baby tighter and nodding. “Yeah...yeah, thank God,” he sighed, kissing the baby’s soft nose. “I’m fuckin’ glad he’s here and alive,”

“Me too,” agreed Sniper, caressing Scout’s arm.

They sat in silence for a good long while, watching their son fall asleep as they kept him warm and safe. After a few minutes, Scout remarked, “I thought of a name, too,”

“Oh?” Sniper straightened up, all ears. “Okay. Let me hear it,”

Scout cleared his throat, settling the baby into his arms. “Axel Jayce,” He told Sniper confidently. “Couldn’t pick one, so I put ‘em together,”

Sniper let this sink in, and then chuckled a bit. “Oh, Scout...well, it’s a nice name, don’t get me wrong, but...” he stared down at the baby’s face. “Does it suit him?”

Scout shrugged again. “Well, he could grow into it. You never know,”

“Hm,” Sniper pursed his lips together, a thought crossing his mind. “You know— what if we just called him ‘AJ’ for short? I feel like that would work better, you think?”

“Oh!” Scout blinked— he hadn’t thought of that. “Yeah! I really like that, it’s cute,” he kissed the baby’s forehead again. “Just like him!”

Sniper chuckled, his arm tucking around Scout’s shoulders. “Yeah, and like you, too,”

“What? Oh—!” Scout hid the grin in Sniper’s chest, giggling, “No, no! Quit it, man,”

[happytreasure]

hngggg im on my period and god is dead

[aceruinedit]

I have acrylics and now I feel fem and I hate it,,, I wanna rip them off

[reallyamerica]

sometimes I get this really weird like “hm have I always looked like this naked?” vibe and it’s not like agonizing emotional distress abt my physical form but just like detachment??? like I forgot what I look like overnight or something and I don’t fully recognize my body and I feel a little weird about my chest and like my shoulders and arms and stuff and I think it’s dysphoria / dysmorphia(?) but it’s not painful or difficult or anything just strange

[dogboy-willgraham]

How to ask people to tag posts like 'the problem is you're a man' or the like without seeming like an ass who doesn't get jokes.