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thesocklesswonder · 4 months

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Ohio's mental health authority is trying to ban transgender healthcare - esp for people under 21 years of age, BUT they are asking for public input! Hurry, though, as it's only through 5pm local time (US Eastern Standard Time) on January 19th!

Changes to the Ohio Department of Mental Health and Addiction Services rule, "5122-14-12 | Private Psychiatric Hospital: Program, Specialty Services, and Discharge Planning", are to prohibit any kind of transgender care for those under 21 in a psychiatric hospital. Full document here, but be aware it is to a pdf

The rule includes the text, "Medical services shall not include any of the following: ...the prescribing, administering, or furnishing of any prescription drug or hormone...", which means if someone under 21 enters a private psychiatric hospital and who is already on puberty blockers or hormones, the doctors there would be prohibited from giving them the prescription they already have.

A new proposed rule for the same Ohio department, "5122-26-19 | Gender Transition Care" states the requirements for anyone needing transition care under this department. They are targeting the most vulnerable with these rules: young people who have mental health issues who also need transgender care. Full document here, but be aware it is to a pdf

Included in this rule: A doctor may only provide transgender care after three requirements have been met - a psychiatrist who has experience with the patient's age group must be employed by/contracted with the provider, an endocrinologist who has experience with the age group, and the provider has a comprehensive written plan that includes a detransitioning provision.

It also requires any such patient to have a thorough mental health evaluation and counseling period of at least 6 months prior to any transgender care. It also appears to become part of their medical record.

In addition to a ban on any transition surgeries, even if the patient jumps through all of those hoops, is a curious item that prevents doctors from referring patients out to other doctors that can provide care:

Another thing that made me pause was what seems like a scare tactic:

The terms "orchiectomy" and "penectomy" mean the removal of testicals and penis, respectively. The word "castration" could only be redundant or referring only to chemical castration, which seems to not fit in with gender reassignment surgery (correct me if you know it does fit). "Castration" is a scary word for most people with penises. I think it would likely provoke a knee-jerk response, like, "Oh, no, castration is bad. No castration! Enact these rules to keep people from being castrated!"

⚠️ The time is now to tell the Ohio Department of Mental Health and Addiction Services what you think about this! ⚠️

The option to comment on these needless restrictions can be found at the link in the first paragraph, but it's just an link that takes you to your email app. You can also just email them directly at [email protected] no later than 5 pm EST on Friday, January 19, 2024.

Please reblog to get this message out! We all have a stake in how rules and laws are enacted. They often lead to more in other states/countries. So, even if you don't have a stake in this personally, please make sure others see it.

Why do I care? I don't live in Ohio, but I have friends all over, including Ohio, who need transgender care. You might know someone like that, too.

#transgender #trans healthcare #ohio #ohio law #lgbtq+#comment #comment period #mental health #transition #transitioning #transgender healthcare ban #ban

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tytarax · 3 months

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How would BNHA guys react to you recovering.

You were in the hospital for a while after an accident you had on a mission. Had to write this since I came back from the hospital after a shitty surgery.

He would probably feel relieved and grateful that you recovered, considering you were injured on a mission. He might blame himself for not being able to protect you properly and would likely vow to work even harder to prevent such incidents in the future.

"Hey, _____. I'm really glad to see you up and about. I was really worried when I heard about what happened. Just remember, if you ever need anything, I'm here for you, okay?"

Bakugo might show a tough exterior but deep down he would also be relieved that you recovered. He might express it in his own gruff way, perhaps by making some snide remarks about how you shouldn't be so careless next time, but his concern would be evident.

"Don't think this means you can slack off now. We need you at your best out there. But... I'm glad you're okay, I guess. Don't make me worry like that again."

Todoroki would likely express a more subdued yet sincere relief. He might not be as outwardly emotional as some of the other characters, but he would certainly be glad to see you well again.

"I'm relieved to see you're recovering well. If you need anything during your rehabilitation, don't hesitate to ask. Take care of yourself, _____."

Iida would be very relieved and might even take it upon himself to lecture you about being more careful in the future. However, his concern for your well-being would be genuine, and he would likely offer any assistance you might need during your recovery.

"It's a relief to see you recovering, _____. Please remember to follow the doctor's orders and take your rehabilitation seriously. And if you need assistance with anything, feel free to let me know. I am here to support you."

Kirishima would likely express his relief with a big, friendly smile and maybe even a fist bump. He would offer his support and encouragement, perhaps even sharing some stories of his own experiences with overcoming tough situations.

"Hey, _____, I'm really relieved to see you're okay. I was seriously worried about you, you know? But seeing you here, looking as tough as ever, makes my day. If there's anything you need, whether it's someone to talk to or just a shoulder to lean on, I'm here for you. Take it easy, alright?"

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old-school-butch · 10 months

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Age identity

I have found that racial identity is highly political concept that many people hesitate to argue around when they are making argument about gender identity. I’ve made more progress using age as a foundational argument and thought I'd share some of the parallels that can be made.

I begin with the request that my birth certificate should be amended to reflect my trans-age and not chrono-age. My reasons:

I have extreme dysphoria about growing old. It gives me panic attacks, it creates a morbid obsession about my impending mortality and I need emotional relief. I might kill myself if my aging continues. Many, many studies demonstrate that suicide rates jump in middle age. Age dysphoria a significant mental health risk. Discrimination against older people in the workforce is also systemic and significant. It hurts my employment prospects to force me to continue conforming to an oppressive and arbitrary system of temporal measurement.

I’m not alone in my views. Our movement has been ignored in order to exploit our oppression. Rates of age dysphoria among the chrono-elderly are near universal and increase with chrono-age. The vast market of botox, anti-aging creams, surgeries and other treatments are witness to the pain and suffering of age dysphoria, but we are forced to bear the costs out of our own pockets, harming every trans-age person and creating barriers to those unable to access age-euphoric treatment. It’s time that we recognize ageism and age dysphoria as the next important social movement, and you should be on the right side of history.

The mere existence of adult babies is not a fetish, but part of age identity has existed for centuries. It is a severe form of age dysphoria that is accommodated only during the extremes of chrono-age (the very young and very old), but diaper-wearing may be a source of age-euphoria at any chrono-age. Other trans-aged people might feel more comfortable in a post-toddler range, and there’s no reason to prevent them from enrolling in elementary schools or competing in those sports teams. Again, once we acknowledge that ‘age identity’ is an arbitrary measurement, you will agree that some chrono-aged 8 year olds can run faster than trans-aged 8 year olds and therefore there’s no conclusive evidence that so-called ‘adults’ differ in any systemic way from ‘children’ and that age-identity is more of a spectrum than scientific reality.

Age identity is a culturally determined construct, where in reality one day merges into the next with no clear universal progression or timeline for development. Progeria, ‘old souls’ and emotional ‘immaturity’ co-exist without regard to commonly-held age identities. Widely held beliefs like ‘middle-age’ persist even through it’s impossible to identity without knowing your ultimate time of death. Even my doctor says I have the heart of a 30 year old . In fact, I’m more fit than many people younger than me. I’m healthier than I was at 45 now that I’ve fully recovered from cancer. Why can’t I return to the age of 39, which I feel best expresses how I feel on the inside? Sports competitions grouped by chrono-age should be inclusive of the trans-aged since there is no clear definition of the impact of age-identity on the human body.

Additionally, it should be obvious that ‘age of consent’ laws are discriminatory and not inclusive of trans-aged individuals. They should be repealed.

I’d also like to point out that trans-aged people do not all skew in a reductive temporal direction. There are many chrono-young but trans-aged people who feel they would be treated more in line with their age identity that is older than their chrono-years would imply. Again, workplace discrimination, dating discrimination and even fundamental civic rights are denied to many trans-aged individuals.

As a tiny ask, I would like to be referred to as ‘young miss’ in my interactions. That’s how I was addressed when I was chrono-young and I’d like to return to those happier days. I might kill myself if this request is ignored, so please check your age-privileged attitudes. Once age dysphoria is fully acknowledged, hate speech against the trans-aged will constitute a hate crime.

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melodramamatic · 5 days

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I've read a few modern AUs for MDZS and a lot of them try to translate the golden core-transplant surgery into like, an organ transplant. And that really doesn't capture nearly the emotional complexity of the situation.

Like. The golden core isn't something that's going to kill him to lose. Yeah Jiang Cheng is fucked up, but he's also just lost his parents and all the people he's grown up feeling responsible for and been tortured (and presumably been tortured in front of their corpses). He's got a lot of reasons to be fucked up. The loss of his golden core wasn't going to necessarily kill him, but it likely would have prevented him from being the one to lead the rebuilding of the Jiang sect and fight at the level he felt necessary to avenge his sect. (but i'm getting off topic, other people have written some interesting AUs about that)

Plus, there's a major spiritual component to consider. I'm way too white-american to pick up on nearly enough of the spiritual and cultural references and subtext, but a few people have made enough comparisons that I can sort of grasp the idea that the golden core is a semi-physical representation of the soul. There isn't really a good organ transplant analogy for having someone destroy an aspect of your soul, then getting a new one or rebuilding your old one via secret medical technique, then finding out your foster brother secretly implanted you with his in an experimental procedure. Organs really don't compare.

More upsetting discussion topics under cut.

The context of the transplant also doesn't translate. the Yunmeng trio witness something horrible happen to their family, narrowly escape, then Jiang Cheng intentionally puts himself in the path of the horrible thing to prevent it from getting his brother, but Wei Wuxian is left thinking it's bad luck/an accident/Jiang Cheng going back for his parents' bodies, rescues his traumatized brother, and responds to that trauma in the most extreme way possible. Like, without the traumatic destruction of Yunmeng Jiang and Jiang Cheng drawing off the Wen to protect Wei Wuxian, you lose the entire setup for the loss of his golden core. Some sort of car-accident/organ-donation/family-drama combo doesn't nearly get the emotional context. I think I saw a fic where the Yunmeng Jiang are rich and the Wen were a mob family that went after them? That probably came the closest in terms of emotional setup.

And then there's the experimental, never-been-done, the patient-did-not-consent aspect of the transfer. The fact that Wei Wuxian agreed to something that might kill him, and probably could have killed Jiang Cheng. That it hadn't been tested, and was only a theory Wen Qing had. For all that there is an aspect of risk, organ donations are known procedures; and I don't pretend to know a lot about hospitals but I do know if the patient can't give consent, their next of kin has to. Any kind of modern setting with even a semi-legit hospital setup would shatter my suspension of disbelief. It's not going to happen without several lawsuits, someone getting a medical license revoked, and possibly an arrest. (At least, I hope nothing comparable would happen, but the US medical system is a shitshow.)

In a modern AU, the best translation for being blindfolded, lied to by someone you trusted, and then having someone you thought was someone else put something inside your body that you didn't consent to or consented to under very misleading circumstances... isn't an organ donation. The violation of bodily autonomy, the violation of trust, the lack of consent. Yes, I am 100% arguing the canonical golden core transfer is comparable to s3.xual assault. Justifying it with the argument that 'it's for his own good' would even push the comparison toward what's called 'corrective r@pe'. What Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing was horrific and they justified it by saying it was for the best and he needed it to rebuild the sect and avenge his family. Wen Ning also went along with it. It makes me nauseous. There is no good way to translate this into a modern setting.

TL;DR: I'm not saying you can't write a mdzs modern AU, I personally enjoy them, but I am saying that referencing the golden core transfer with comparisons to an organ donation really doesn't cover it and whitewashes what Jiang Cheng went through.

#mdzs #the untamed #golden core transfer #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #wen qing #screaming into the void to make my brain shut up #this is the short version #tw comparisons to s3xual @ssault #if you don't know what whitewashes means in this context #google is your friend #i hate having to censor things #but i don't know what this hellsite is doing these days

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kopfkino-o · 3 months

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The Seer's Stone - Chapter 6 (Az POV)

Summary: Azriel is being pushed to his limits, driven half-mad by his increased workload, Koschei’s recent movements, and the unaddressed feelings still hanging between him and Elain. His mind is at war with himself, thoughts and regrets constantly battling with him, but when an old acquaintance comes calling he feels compelled to answer, bound by loyalty and duty he sets off to find what very well might be his own damnation.

Pairing: Elain x Azriel

Timeline: Post-ACOSF

Wordcount: 1970

Read:

Chapter One | The Crone’s Trade

Chapter Two | The Oracle of Seraphyros

Chapter Three | Last of Our Kind (Azriel)

Chapter Four | An Empty Seat

Chapter Five | Death and the Lovely Fawn - UPDATED

Author’s Note: Hope you all enjoy! More below 💋

PHEW! After several months of insanity (see: moving to a new city, taking on several new projects at my day job as a graphic designer, getting engaged, traveling to Europe to be in a friend's wedding, hurting my knee again (rip lmao), and the general chaos of being alive) I am so excited to be back writing again. And even more excited to share this latest chapter of the Seer's Stone with the world.

Writing took a back seat within my life last year, due impart to the aforementioned chaos, but also due to some personal anxieties I had about sharing my work. It's irrational, I know, writing is writing, art is art! But still, I found myself lacking confidence and facing a ton of writer's block, but I found some new inspiration through my professional creative work, had a few friends that really helped to cheer me on, and had a lot of downtime after my knee surgery to think about and play around with my craft. All that being said, I'm really really glad to be back at it and revisiting this story, and learning through writing fanfiction.

My plans for the fic haven't changed (too much), but I do think I ought to note that I made some edits to the last update, Chapter Five | Death and the Lovely Fawn, that I feel like I just needed to make to provide clarity/build up for the direction of the story.

Lastly, I just wanted to say thank you to the folks who reached to me about this fic even when I wasn't actively updating it and offered me support/encouragement. This meant so so much to me, more than you all probably know, and I just wanted to say thanks for that.

This one's for you guys.

xoxo, Court

There was a building headache in Azriel's temples.

Every beat of his heart reverberated through his skull like a war drum. Azriel worked his jaw, grinding his teeth. There had always been something about the dank darkness of the Hewn City that pressed down on him like a fist, but the hateful place was particularly grating tonight.

Wrong, his shadows murmured, this place is wrong

"Hush," he snapped back at them, in no mood for their whisperings.

The floor shifted underfoot, and the long, stone passageway changed before his eyes, writhing as if it were a living thing. To anyone else, the illusion might have been nauseating, but these tunnels and their strange enchantments had become second nature to him during the time he served beneath Rhysand's father.

The old High Lord had personally keyed the spells into the oily stone walls to prevent his captives from ever learning the true layout of the tunnel system. And, perhaps, to also remind them they were so far beneath the earth they could only dream of feeling the warmth of the sun on their faces again.

He had been cruel like that.

Azriel rounded a bend in the stone and found himself in another long hallway carved directly into the mountain. Only this hallway was lined with ancient, half-rusted cell doors—cells that housed the worst of the Night Court's filth. Or at least, what was left of them.

Halfway down the corridor, Feyre and Amren were waiting for him outside one of those cells, the High Lady and her second-in-command half-concealed in shadow, their whispered voices echoing queerly off the rock walls.

Both females fell silent when they caught sight of him. Something twisted in Azriel’s gut. For them both to be here, in the dead of the night, with Nyx still so young and Varian here in Velaris on a short respite from Adriata, meant something was wrong. The look on Feyre’s beautiful face only confirmed that. Something was very, very wrong.

“You’re late,” Amren snapped. It was as much a greeting as he’d get from her.

Azriel matched the second’s same cool indifference. “I was in the middle of something when you sent for me. I came as soon as I could.”

“Off again, doing only the Mother knows what? You don’t fool me, boy. I can smell the Continent on you.”

“I come, I go. So is the nature of my work.”

“Is it, now?”

“If you intend to suggest I’m up to something you disapprove of, then by all means, Amren, do so now and let us be done with it. I’m not here to indulge in idle banter.”

The second-in-command bared her teeth, smoke-gray eyes glowing like two torches amidst the gloom, and for half a heartbeat, Azriel thought she might press the matter.

Then Feyre stepped forward and cleared her throat. There were dark smudges of exhaustion beneath the High Lady’s eyes, but she still looked as regal as ever in her Illyrian leathers, her carved ashwood bow and a matching quiver of arrows peeking up over her armored shoulders.

“Enough, you two,” Feyre said, voice laced with nothing but command. She shot both Azriel and Amren a warning look before folding her tattooed hands behind her back, taking up the position of authority fitting of both a war commander and a queen. “We have bigger matters at hand, and I didn’t leave my infant son asleep at home with a nanny just to come here and listen to you bicker.” She nudged Amren with an armored elbow. “So, won't you be a dear and update our lovely Spymaster on the situation at hand?”

Amren shot him one last distrustful look before answering their High Lady's command. "We picked up two...stragglers...trying to make their way to the Prison Isle. From what we've been able to gather, it appears they were attempting to make their way inside the Prison itself."

Azriel's brows rose. Sneak onto the Prison Isle? That was not only impossible, but it was complete and utter madness. A sick, sudden realization shuddered through him, so fierce it cut through the pounding in his head.

Elain.

Elain was trying to get access to the Prison for reasons still unknown to him. Her and the spellspinner she'd tried so diligently to keep hidden in the Library.

Azriel's shadows had brought him word of their machinations weeks ago, initially tipped off by the arrival of the young spellspinner, and catching Elain in his bedroom yesterday had only confirmed his suspicions, but surely she hadn't gone against his warnings. Surely she hadn't...

"Something wrong, boy?" Amren crooned.

He ignored her. "Tell me everything," he said to Feyre.

"One male, one female. Both don't seem to hold any particular court alliance, but they were...dressed strangely. Almost as if they were trying to blend in with the Library's priestesses. Only their robes were gray, not white, and they carried no invoking stones." Feyre scrubbed a hand down her face. "Rhys caught the male on the beaches; I found the female still on the boat they'd used to reach the Isle."

Azriel might have sighed his relief if only Feyre's words weren't too much to stomach. Elain and her friends, and whatever wild plan they'd concocted, might be safe for now, but an unwelcome stranger trying to land on the Prison Isle was nothing to take lightly. And the fact Azriel, nor his shadows, had seen it coming rankled him.

"I tried to talk to her, wanted to know who she was, why she was there," the High Lady continued. "But she pulled a knife before I could get to her. I watched her open her own throat. Tried to heal her, but to no avail, little thanks to the poison on her blade." Feyre shook her head then tossed a thumb towards the cell door. "Rhys is inside with the male. He won't speak, though. He just keeps... singing."

"Singing?" Azriel echoed.

"He means to mock us," Amren murmured.

It was Feyre who ignored the second-in-command now. The High Lady tipped her head towards the cell door. "You'll see." She said. "We'll be waiting at the Riverhouse for your report."

And with that, Feyre reached a hand for Amren and winnowed them both away, leaving Azriel alone with his pounding head, the ancient black stone, and the iron door looming before him.

Azriel drew in a breath. Down, down, down he sank into himself before he strode for the cell door and shoved it open.

The sharp smell of blood and piss and fear arrested his senses as soon as he stepped into the dimly lit cell.

Old memories reared their ugly heads, taking him back to a different time where he came to these very cells to serve a far different lord. Truth-Teller warmed at his side, steadying him. Azriel wrapped a hand around the dagger's familiar hilt and shoved the memories back inside their iron cages to rot.

He made a quick sweep of the room when his eyes finally adjusted. Shadows clung to the corners of the narrow cell, dark enough to conceal his brother's powerful form hidden within them. Rhys was the darkness here. Anyone else might have missed him, but Azriel knew his brother's scent, the sound of his breathing, and marked where he stood in one of the shadowy corners.

In the center of the cell, bound and blindfolded, sat the captive. His gray robes were bloody, his lip split and broken, but he was singing just as Feyre had promised. Singing some horrible old song.

"...blue blood, red blood, blood black as a moonless night," the captive's voice echoed off the cell walls, garbled and made watery by his mouthful of broken teeth. "A pound of flesh, a pound of bone, a gift for a maiden made of light..."

Azriel's shadows swarmed. They flowed across the old stone floors to circle the captive like a pack of hungry dogs, writhing and twisting as they tried to make sense of him and his strange song. Almost as if the song had offended them. As if it scared them.

The darkness melted, and Rhys appeared from within it, arms crossed and brow furrowed, the mask of the High Lord in perfect place. Stars were dancing in his violet eyes, cold and unyielding, burning with a hunger Azriel himself knew all too well.

"He's been at it all night," Rhys said softly. "The same two verses of the same song, over and over again. It's driving me fucking mad."

"You scramble his brains or something?" Azriel asked.

"Would that I could. His mind is impenetrable. Practically walled off with solid obsidian. I've never seen anything like it."

"He's been prepped on how to face a Daemati, then."

"Or spelled to keep one out of his mind."

The words rose a chill within him, and Azriel found himself watching his brother more closely. Rhys worked a tick in his jaw, violet eyes churning as he assessed the battered man babbling his strange song.

"...away, away, at the crown of midnight..."

Azriel had never heard the tune before. Yet, it rankled him somehow. Dragged cold talons through his guts as if it were trying to make a home there.

Pain pricked behind his eyes, blooming like a thousand burning stars.

Azriel rolled his shoulders, fighting the headache, and drew in a deep breath of the rank air, descending deeper into that inside, readying himself for what was to come.

"He'll break," he said softly.

Rhys did not look at him as he replied. "I know."

Eventually, they exchanged the briefest, most fleeting of looks, but the silent words that passed between them meant everything. Rhys's eyes reminded him that Azriel did not have to do this. That he was, in fact, not his father's son. That this Night Court was a court of dreamers, of sons who were forgiven of the sins of their fathers, of daughters free to live as they pleased.

But the weight of duty had been taught to Azriel decades ago. And it was not a lesson so easily forgotten.

Skin slips easier off the smaller bones, blood congeals at the joints, and the mind always, always fractures first.

The old High Lord had taught him those things. Had made sure Azriel knew them, committed them to his memory so he might never forget his purpose. His worth. The thing he'd been made for.

Azriel slid Truth-Teller from its sheath. "Leave us," he said to his brother, voice soft as night. "I'll bring my report to the Riverhouse."

Rhysand put a gentle hand on his shoulder, the gesture made as if it might spare him, as if it might change what he was and the things he was born to do.

It wouldn't.

Azriel had stopped telling himself such follies a long, long time ago.

So he waited until his brother closed the cell door behind him. Waited until his shadows drank the last bit of light from the dank cell. Waited and listened as the prisoner whimpered the last verses of his swan song.

"...a sword for the son, a horn for the Queen, and dagger for their fool..."

Once, when he was just a boy, the shadows had taught him there was a place he could go, somewhere he could hide from his father's wrath, from his brothers' hate. Somewhere deep within himself. A place where he felt nothing, saw nothing.

Was nothing.

Azriel went to that place now, hiding somewhere deep within himself. He thought of roses as he raised Truth-Teller to the pale flesh of the prisoner's chest and began to cut.

Blood bloomed and the ache in Azriel's head erupted like a thunderclap.

And a dagger for the fool.

#the seer's stone #elriel fanfiction #the seer's stone fanfic #elriel

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transgenderteensurvivalguide · 6 months

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Hey, so I'm a cis(?) guy who really wants to go on estrogen, but i also really do not want to have breasts. Is there any way that i could get all (or most, i guess) of the other effects of estrogen without developing breasts?

Lee says:

Hi my friend! Navigating your gender identity and the decision to undergo hormone therapy can be complicated.

It's sometimes possible to start hormones if you're 100% sure that you want hormones, even if you aren't 100% sure what your gender identity is, but support from a therapist who specializes in gender identity issues can be invaluable.

They can help you explore your feelings about your gender and your body, expectations, and concerns about taking estrogen and the changes it brings, and I would really recommend looking into finding a supportive therapist.

You don't always need to be diagnosed with gender dysphoria by a mental health provider to access HRT if you see a provider who uses informed consent, and not everyone feels therapy is helpful in this area-- it really depends on whether you can find a trans-friendly, competent, and affirming therapist.

But if you don't see a therapist (And even if you do!) finding support from the trans community can be super helpful if you're questioning being trans, or considering medical transitioning.

Looking for local support groups that meet in-person or online can be a great opportunity to hear from people who have similar experiences as you do because they can provide useful insights and helpful information.

With all that said, it isn't possible to pick and choose what changes you will get when you start hormones. It's an all-or-nothing thing. If you choose to start estrogen, you may experience some breast growth. For reference, this chart lists some of the major changes that you can expect from estrogen!

You can't anticipate how much chest growth you'll get- some people have minimal growth and others develop a C cup or larger-- so if the breast growth is a deal breaker, estrogen may not be the right option for you.

There is a type of medication called SERMs which might allow you to take estrogen without breast growth, but there isn’t enough research on the effect of taking SERMs and I don’t have personal experience with it either, so I can’t provide much information on that— you’ll need to speak to a medical provider about it.

Because the effects are not fully known, I would assume that there’s a chance that even if you take them you could still have some amount of breast growth, and make your decision based on that assumption unless your provider says otherwise.

You may choose to wear a binder for the rest of your life if you get breast growth and remain unhappy with your chest, but you might be swapping one form of dysphoria for another, so you should really consider whether all of the desired changes that you'd get from estrogen are more important to you than the one big change that you don't want.

You could also start estrogen and wear a binder until your chest has stopped developing (at least ~2 years) then undergo top surgery to get a flat chest again if you are uncomfortable with the breast growth from estrogen therapy. This is a significant decision and requires thorough consultation with both your hormone prescriber and a plastic surgeon.

If you feel that having breast growth isn't worth the other changes, you could explore other things.

While estrogen can slow down the growth of new facial hair, it does not typically eliminate existing facial hair, even though facial and body hair may become lighter and grow more slowly. It also doesn't reverse hair loss that has already happened, although it can slow or prevent future hair loss.

So removing facial and body hair with laser hair removal and electrolysis, and reversing and preventing further hairline recession and balding with a hair transplant, minoxidil, and finestride might mimic some of the hair-related changes that you might see from estrogen.

Similarly, facial feminization surgery and body contouring surgery can help to mimic the body fat redistribution that you'd experience on estrogen without also creating the chest growth that you don't want to experience.

However, these surgeries are more invasive than estrogen, so if you're considering estrogen, you may want to wait until after you've been on it for a couple of years before you decide whether you still need surgery or are satisfied with the changes.

If you're confident that you don't want estrogen then you could hop straight to those surgeries, but they may or may not be covered by insurance even with a diagnosis of gender dysphoria; some policies recognize that they are medically necessary interventions and others deem them cosmetic.

As you may have guessed, the vast majority of people who were assigned male at birth and express interest in taking estrogen are not cisgender men. Many end up identifying as transgender women or non-binary people. That doesn't mean that you are trans for sure, but just considering the overall probabilities, I'd say there's a good chance that you have more to explore to figure out about your gender.

But even if you don't end up identifying as part of the community, you can still consider medical interventions even if you identify as a cisgender man. It's your body, and you should do whatever you need to do to feel comfortable in it.

It's okay to look into starting estrogen (or any other medical transitioning step) while identifying as male. Just make sure you get the support you need from your medical providers so you know all the options available to you and the risks of each choice.

#Lee says #estrogen #questioning #trans #hormones #hrt #medical transitioning

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perpetual-fandom-brainrot · 6 months

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If They Had Cat Nekos In CoD

Hear me out. Hear me out. This isn't cringe I promise just walk with me here.

It'd be an exclusive procedure specifically meant for combat, meant to enhance humans past what they're supposed to be to make them better fighters

Cats wouldn't be the only animal, they'd just be one of the main test animals because of how common cats are and how much knowledge we have of their anatomy as compared to like a bat or something

Only a few hundred people would get the opportunity to participate in the initial test phase, not based on rank or anything, just a few hundred soldiers all from different ranks and bases being tested with prosthetic animal ears and synthetic nerves to see how well they'd communicate with the original human nervous system

I imagine with the cat ears they'd find a way to reroute your normal hearing network, therefore making your original ears worthless as far as hearing goes, but I don't know the science-ey medical part of how that might work

You'd be temporarily relocated to a more specialized base with better supplies and higher trained personnel so they could track your recovery and any issues that might arise with it (hence how you would end up with a transfer to TF 141)

Everyone would just be staring at you when Price escorts you off the helicopter and onto the base to meet the team, but out of curiosity and astonishment (they had time to cope with the confusion because they were told you'd be coming a few weeks prior, nothing more than need-to-know ofc)

So pretty much they only knew that they were getting a new temporary team member who underwent an experimental prosthetic procedure

So yeah they are actually kind of confused because the whole cat ears and cat tail part never got clearly disclosed

I feel like Soap and Gaz would be the first two to really start asking you questions about it, like y'all would be out for lunch one day while the rest of the team was on a mission or just during other down time or something and they'd wonder how it works, if you can still hear out of your human ears, etc.

You'd answer all of them with the sweetest little smile on your face because no one has ever been so intensely curious about you before

But then you'd start getting insecure because you worry they're ONLY curious about you because of the cat ears and not because they're curious about you

So you'd go to Price about it, who would say to just give it a few weeks to wear off and they'd start treating you like normal, they're just curious

Oh you also can't really go on missions yet because you're technically on medical leave, you just need to stay around environments you're used to as a means of preventing hysteria and all the good shit that could come with surgery backfire (I think, again idk the science medical part of how that would work, but I imagine it could be a big issue so I'm putting it in)

And when Ghost comes back one day and sees Soap trying to pet your ears something in him just fucking snaps and he tells the sergeant to meet with him privately

And you don't understand what's going on AT ALL you're just worried you got Soap in trouble

So you go to Ghost the next day while you know he's by himself in the gym (you also sneak in a workout while you have the chance because you feel like Ghost isn't personally invested in you enough to tattle) and try to pry him for answers

But he just does his normal Ghost thing and ignores anything he doesn't want to answer, and when he feels like answering you feel like he's staring your soul down inside fucking out

And then you finally pry enough that he's irritated enough to tell you to shut up, that the sergeant has no business trying to get so close to you like that because you're still recovering from an intense medical procedure and he doesn't want Soap to fuck it up

But you low-key feel like it's an excuse so you just say something like "ooooookay" in this really doubtful tone, and Ghost is like "is there a problem?"

And then you remember oh shit this guy is actually above me in the chain of command I should shut up before I get in actual trouble here so you're just like "No issues here Lieutenant" before going back to your workout

And it doesn't take long after that for the silence to start feeling deadly, like it's choking you and wringing you out little by little, so you leave

And Ghost practically ignores your existence after that if he doesn't have to acknowledge you for a mandatory reason

But Soap doesn't leave you alone because he's still curious about the cat ears (I imagine at this point the rest of TF 141 has had their initial amazement wear off, but Soap can just never quite wrap his head around it)

And the curiosity ends up having you and Soap as friends but like out of the corner of your eye you always see Ghost staring you the fuck down when you're in the same room together even if Soap isn't there, but when Soap is there it's terrible

And you try to ask Soap if he knows what's up one day when you know Ghost won't be around any time soon for some reason or other and Soap just shrugs and says "L.T's always tense. Always up to high doh 'bout something, never really lets himself relax."

But there's this little glint in Soap's eyes like he knows something that he can't quite tell you properly so you just nod and go with it

And then you eventually start going on missions with TF 141

On your first mission you're still kind of wobbly because you didn't get much time to train but you pull and push through

And on like your third mission you actually save Soap's life and you notice Ghost doesn't stare at you with as much hatred after that and you start trying to put pieces together like "okay so they're close"

And then in Las Almas when you meet Alejandro and Rudy they just blink at the cat ears and tail but don't really say anything else about it and you're like "okay they're chill I like them"

You're there when the air in the car freezes from Ghost's stare in the mirror at the mask comment, you're there when Soap has to go in and get interrogated, you're there when Graves betrays the team, and when the three of you end up on the run together Ghost and Soap realize exactly how useful the cat attributes you gained from the surgery are

Your TF 141 callsign is something cat-themed because pun opportunity (haven't decided exactly what)

But anyway after almost dying together and escaping the town and getting to the safehouse you realize how much closer Soap and Ghost seem to be because it's just right in front of you. Like even when you were in the town over comms (you didn't insert much aside from occasional location updates) you heard how unusually playful Ghost was with Soap when he usually despises jokes (he would cringe every time he had to call you by your callsign for the first few weeks and I will die on that headcanon hill)

So now that the three of you are finally alone you ask what the deal is and make it firm you won't let up until they give you the truth

And Ghost tries to say they don't have time for this but Soap stops him like "a nod's as guid as a wink to a blind horse" and Ghost just glares at him and doesn't have to say anything and Soap sighs and is like "hiding it isn't going to help us anymore, she knows L.T"

And that's how you find out Ghost and Soap are dating

You swear not to tell another soul and Ghost is just his usual violent self "Won't be a slow job if I find you tried" and Soap just elbows him

But the air is actually a lot lighter after that and the three of you actually manage to have some quick laughs together

And you're like actually so relieved that your Lieutenant doesn't hate you and that he was just being an overprotective bf

After you get back to base after that mission the three of you actually end up spending a lot more time together because Ghost and Soap like finally having a friend they can be open about their relationship with and not be scared to lose their jobs

Hey! If you read all the way through this, go check out Chapter 1

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twisted-lover-boys · 1 year

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HMMM TWISTED FIRST YEARS WITH A GREGOR LIKE BOYFRIEND????? 👀👀👀👀👀

Gregor from Limbus Company btw, I'll give you more info about him if needed but basic is an ex-general, really chill and sarcastic guy, makes jokes and is an anxious boi sometimes. Tries to lie/act but is terrible at it

Right arm is a bug arm because hmmm forceful surgery. He can't do sports because he's afraid that it might stimulate his arm and make it go crazy/try to kill some1 haha

Alas, Gregor my belovd

Also he has a cockroach bestie, though I might add that in

First Years With A Gregor Boyfriend

{not proof-read}

Okay, I know you love Gregor, but I’m making that arm a part of their unique magic because yes—

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Ace, although it may not seem like it half the time, genuinely loves his boyfriend with all of his heart

He loves how chill you are. Like, you’re always down to cuddle with him even if you have piles upon piles of homework to finish. You still somehow manage to finish everything though…

Ace loves being sarcastic with you. Wether it’s to each other or someone getting on either of your nerves, it always makes him laugh when he hears your quick remarks

Your jokes are always funny to him. Ace is very quick to understand jokes so they always land with him. However, your flirting jokes are usually hit or miss but it always ends with his face matching the red makeup on his face

Ace is scarily good at lying, so much so that he can tell if someone is a good liar or not just by looking at them and oh boy does he tease you for being a bad liar. He usually has to lie him and you out if certain situations but nothing can get past Riddle

Ace was probably introduced to your trauma via the overblots. Ever since then he’s been careful to lead you out of certain overblots of he can help it, but even he knows he can’t prevent your reactions

Ace doesn’t know much about your magic, all he knows is that you don’t like it and often won’t use it. He doesn’t need to understand if you don’t like it and will never force you to use it, even if he really wanted to see it

It’s very obvious that Ace really loves you, even if you are a bit weird. But, to Ace, that’s just a part of your charm, another reason to love you

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Deuce is absolutely smitten by his boyfriend. He would literally do anything to prove his love for you though he really doesn’t need to

He loves how chill you can be despite being under stressful situations. He often relies on you to help him relax when he’s feeling stressed himself

Deuce sometimes doesn’t understand your sarcasm, but when he does, it’s chaotic. Like, you could be talking to him and make a sarcastic remark and he wouldn’t get it, but if you’re sarcastically insulting one, he joins in with his own quip which are scarily accurate

Deuce is usually a hit or miss with your jokes. Sometimes he gets them and laughs with you or he’s asking for an explanation…that includes your flirtation jokes

You’re both bad liars. That’s it. He can’t lie and you’re bad at it

Deuce was also introduced to your trauma from the overblots. He was more focused on you the first time it happened and worries about every single battle you’re in. He gets even more worried when he isn’t there with you

Deuce man be dense but he knows how you feel about your magic. He never forces you to use it and will never tolerate anyone trying to force you to use your magic

Deuce may have a hard time showing it properly, but he truly does love you and all of your charms

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Jack is head over heels in love with his boyfriend. He’s absolutely the worst at showing it but trust him, he does

He loves how chill you can be even when you’re under stressful circumstances, though sometimes he wishes you could show a sliver of effort

He actually loves how sarcastic you can be and while he himself may not join you in your remarks, he still loves them he thinks they’re funny

Jack is a fan of your jokes, even the not funny ones. Though he likes them, he doesn’t get your flirtatious jokes and your explanation can only make him more embarrassed for not getting it initially

Jack actually doesn’t know how to feel on the fact that you’re a bad liar. Like, he’s happy that you can’t lie to begin with but you are not great to rely on when you need to get out of a situation

Jack isn’t the best at handling trauma but he tries his best. He knows he can’t prevent attacks, especially during overblot incidents, but he tries his best. Hugs, kisses, soft whispers of affection and reassurance, anything he can to help afterwards

Jack never makes you use your magic when you don’t want you. He’s fairly confident in his magical skills so he has no problem in protecting or helping you

Mister tsundere wolf man here loves his boyfriend with everything his heart could ever give, even if it doesn’t seem like it sometimes

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Epel is an absolute sucker for his boyfriend and it’s so obvious how deeply he cares for his boyfriend

He’s glad he gets to lay down and relax with you without having to worry about keeping up his Pomefiore image. It’s a nice breather

Sarcasm duo. Epel loves being sarcastic and so do you so you’re always just so passive-aggressive with someone who even looks at you wrong. It’s honestly hilarious

Epel isn’t very much of a jokester himself but he loves listening to your jokes. It only encourages you more when you hear his cute snort laughs along with the small blush on his cheek from laughing too hard. His laugh is heavenly

Epel has made it a point to not rely on you when it comes to Vil. You can’t lie to save yourself and Rook is always as observant as ever so there’d be no point

Epel, although he doesn’t know how to properly deal with trauma, tries his best. He keeps you close to him, especially during overblot fights, and always has a cup of apple juice with your name on it in his dorm

As much as Epel wants to see your cool and destructive magic, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He’ll settle for just hearing about it from you than actually seeing you do it

Again, Epel is an absolute sucker for his boyfriend. He just feels so loose and calm around you, he can’t help it!

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Sebek has a very confusing way of showing how he loves his boyfriend. He’s just as loud and blunt as ever but, look close enough, and there’s a softness to his normally loud voice

Sebek isn’t very chill with you being chill. He tends to compare your chillness with Silver but he can’t deny the mass amounts of work you accomplish

Poor boy doesn’t understand sarcasm. Please be direct when talking to him because when he insults anyone, he goes for the throat

Sebek also doesn’t understand your jokes either. Growing up very sheltered and literally only viewing the world through Malleus, he doesn’t understand a lot of things and that includes your jokes, so good luck making him laugh

Sebek can easily tell when you’re lying because you’re bad at it. He does remind you about it often, but never in a malicious way of course not! He loves you too much to hurt your feelings

Sebek didn’t know you had trauma well until he saw you during an overblot battle. You looked disoriented and your skills were slowly getting sloppier. At that point, your safety was his top priority

Sebek would actually be very understanding of the fact of how dangerous your magic truly is and would never dare force you to use your magic for any reason

The unusual softness to Sebek whenever it comes to his boyfriend can be jarring to others but, to you, it shows how much he loves you

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maries-gallery · 10 months

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Rio, Licht, Clavis and/or Nokto comforting mc when she’s having rlly rlly bad period cramps? I feel like Rio would be the absolute best at this ;;

Hi anon! Am sorry to hear you struggle with bad period cramps, I do too and know just how bad and incapacitating these can be :,) So I hope this can bring even the slightest bit of comfort!

Am going to sound like an old woman but a few things that work for me during this time of the month is to cancel coffee from my diet (as for some reason I find it makes cramps worse?), eat chocolate for the magnesium and try to add ginger to your diet too (it's full of good nutrients and actually really helps me personally). ANYWAYS ON WITH THE REQUEST!

(Keep in mind that I've undergone surgery like two days ago so don't know if this will be perfect writing, but I gave it my all <3)

RIO:

Rio just knows.

He knows when your periods are around the corner before you even notice the changes in your own body. How? Because he tracks your periods, to be ready when the first signs of discomfort show themselves on your face.

However this doesn’t prevent Rio’s heart from tightening in his chest every time he catches sight of you, crouched down and holding onto your stomach as cramps crash over you, features twisted in agonizing pain.

And he wishes he could take your place, take away your pain and make it his own. As he hates seeing you like this. He knows there is close to nothing he can do to relieve you of mother nature’s burden.

So Rio does his best to make this time of the month easier on you, less painful. Scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your room as soon as he catches sight of a pained frown between your brows.

“I believe it is time for my mistress to lie down, isn’t it?” He says with a comforting smile, leaving no room for argument. His lips pressing a peck to your forehead as you snuggle up in his arms.

You know it’d be useless to fight against your lover anyways, as once Rio has set his mind onto taking care of you, there is no denying him. He will take care of you, and you will let him.

All day long he remains by your side, ready to tend to your each and every needs. Anything you might need brought to you on a silver plate that he places on your bedside table. Painkillers, a glass and pitcher filled with fresh water, your favourite hot beverage that is not caffeine and some chocolate. Of course Rio hasn’t forgotten some extra pillows for comfort too, although he wouldn’t mind if you used him instead.

Only ever leaving your side to refill the pitcher or cook you something he knows you'll like, something that warms the soul and bones.

He also knows you are probably worried about work, but not to fret, he took care of this as well and let Sariel know in advance that you’d probably be incapacitated for a few days. So Rio took it upon himself to claim your tasks as his in the meantime. By your side during the day and out taking care of your workload once the sun sets.

Of course these weeks are always intense for him, taking care of both you and himself. But for your smile and happiness, Rio would gladly take on the world.

“I’ve got you.” He says, cupping your cheek in his hand, placing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “You just stay here and rest. I am taking care of everything.”

LICHT:

The first time he is confronted to your cramps, poor Licht is clueless.

Of course his heart aches to see you like this, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you twist and turn in bed in an attempt to alleviate your pain. His stomach falling over as another tortured groan comes from your throat.

He remembers this one time Yves mentioned how sweets could make up for everything though, and he did hear that chocolate could help during that time of the month from Nokto. And although Licht is less than confident in his abilities in the baking department, he will try anything to bring a smile back to your lips.

Even if it means destroying the kitchen and giving poor Yves a heart attack in the process.

Fortunately though, the fifth prince is more than happy to help if it means giving a hand to his brother and relieving you of your pain.

Licht spends the whole afternoon in the kitchens, listening to Yves’s advice as he chops chocolate and cuts fresh strawberries. Mixing melted chocolate with cloud egg whites, combining it into an even mousse and putting it into a bowl for you, placing the cut berries on top for a touch of summer and a pop of colour.

Something simple and tasty, light and comforting. And something he knows will bring the grin he loves oh so much to your face.

So after putting the bowl on a tray with a glass of water and some painkillers, Licht goes up to your room, eager to soothe your pain and be back at your side.

And his heart sings when you bring the spoon to your lips and manage a smile, when you finish the bowl and pop the last piece of strawberry in your mouth. But Licht also knows that nothing beats him lying next to you and hugging you close, the warmth of his hand on your belly to chase away the pain.

The two of you falling asleep in each other’s arms, your cramps fading away in your lover’s embrace.

CLAVIS:

As much as Clavis loves to share his exploits in the kitchen with his dear brothers and you, the love of his life, he knows that a trip to the kitchen would be the very last thing to do to relieve you of your pain. Making you sick with his concoctions would be the very last thing to do.

So Clavis makes sure to take care of you in other ways, by keeping you happy and entertained, and healthy.

Much like Rio, Clavis knows when your periods are about to start, not because he tracks them but because he is incredibly perceptive, especially when it comes to you, his darling. And no change in your behaviour or body goes by unnoticed by his attentive gaze.

So when he knows the time is coming, he makes sure to get any work he might have for the week out of the way, diligent and efficient as ever in his tasks. As he won’t have anything standing between the two of you when you need him.

He makes time for you, even if it means sacrificing days and nights for him to be by your side when the first cramps hit.

“Didn’t you have work?” You ask, as he settles in bed beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders to let you lean against his chest.

“Work? What work? My only job here is to make my darling fiancee feel better.” He answers with a smile that intimates you to just trust him. And you do, snuggling up to his side as his lips fall to your hairline for a kiss. “Now, where do we start? Has my darling drunk her water today?”

Of course you haven’t, and that is why Clavis came prepared with a glass of water and some pain killers at the ready.

“You know my dear, if you do not drink the cramps won’t get any better. And coffee does not count.”

He remains by your side all day and all night, entertaining you with jokes and stories of his latest pranks played on poor Yves, with sweets he sneaked into his pockets from the kitchen. And with kisses stolen when you fall asleep in his arms.

NOKTO:

Nokto has dealt with his fair share of women, and for the first time he actually sees this as a chance. As it gives him the upper hand when dealing with your cramps.

Nokto knows what he is dealing with, knows what works and what does not.

He knows that pain killers are a must, all whilst knowing that letting you snuggle up to him in bed works just as much. And his hands work wonders on your cramps as they rest on your stomach and lightly massage the pain away. The heat of his palm spreading a comforting peace through your limbs as you relax in his arms.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, arms around you as your head rests back on his shoulder, cocooned in his embrace.

You answer with a light hum, eyes closed as you let his hands wash away the pain. And the softest of smiles graces the corners of his lips as he gazes down at you.

However, Nokto isn't a stranger to the benefits of intercourse and pleasure on period cramps either, and if you are feeling up to it he is more than eager to relieve you of your pain with his talented fingers and tongue.

Blood will not stop him, he does not care.

Your lips fall open in a sigh, Nokto's fingers slowly edging up your thigh as he holds you from behind, a towel neatly laid underneath you.

“Just lie down and let me do the work, okay?” He whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple, "I promise this will feel good. And if you want to stop, just say the word."

He takes his time unravelling you, coaxing your release out of you, digits curving over your sweetest spot and thumb drawing gentle circles on your sensitive bud.

Until you either ask of him to stop or the cramps fade away replaced by the warmth of pleasure.

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slimearchon · 9 months

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Artem x Gn Reader Paper cuts and tea cups

You sighed as you flicked through the massive mountain of papers on your desk. You had taken on a case that came with a lot of technical details and it was also heavy on a topic you had no knowledge of so your paper work was doubled due to the research you were also doing to fully understand the case.

You settled into your office chair, thanking the executives that provided the whole floor with an office chair each. You had loved the chair since it was pulled out of the box and researched the brand in hopes of buying your little desk at home a new chair.

The two thousand dollar price tag had sent you running to click the exit on the tab. Way out of your budget. So you settled for simply appreciating the one you had at work that got you through the long hours.

You shuffled through your desk to look for the finger grips that helped you flip through the page’s easier. You only spotted a hygiene balm that replaced the need to lick your finger tip to flick through the pile of pages. You used it a few times before you grew tired of the waxy feel on your fingers.

You closed the drawer closed with more force than needed but the soft close mechanism on the drawer prevented your fellow coworkers from hearing it slam in anger.

There was an office thief around and they had taken your finger grips.

You trudge on through the paper work bare handed. The clock on the wall ticking away, making your last hour of work seem to last longer.

You were unaware of Artem peeking at you from the office kitchen. He had seen how you were diligently working away and wanted to brew you a cup of your favorite tea to help you through the later half of the workday.

His hands were warmed by the mug, his hands somehow transferring the warmth to his face as he gazed at you from afar.

You truly put him under a love spell.

He took a deep breath before making his way over to you, nearing closer he said your name. “I made you some tea.”

He picked up a pile of papers and moved them to the side to be able to set the mug down onto the desk. He peered at the vast amount of papers.

“Let’s hope this court case is over with soon. I can’t have my employees overwork themselves.” He commented, his voice soft and warm.

“Thanks for the tea.” You smiled, reaching to take a sip from the cup.

He didn’t have anything more to add so while he wanted to linger around you and your bright presence he slipped away from the desk and walked back to his office, he left his door open in case you wanted to come to him for some questions you might have.

He was curious when he heard a knock on his door not even a minute later, you two were the last employees on the floor. Even without the workplace being vacant he would be able to recognize your unique knock anywhere.

“Do you know where the bandaids are?” You leaned your head over the doorway, half your body behind the doorway.

He stood up, pushing his office chair back with force. “What happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” His blue eyes darted around your form, frantic.

You smiled and lifted a finger, “Just a silly paper cut.”

“An injury isn’t silly. Let me see.” He rushes over to your side and lifts your hand to his eye level.

Beads of crimson pebble on your fingertip. He tutted his lips, his brow pinching. He leads you to the communal kitchen and opens a draw along the way.

Quickly grabbing a bandaid from the box and closing it shut with his hip. He led you to the sink and held your hand under the faucet.

He turned it on and watched as the blood washed down the drain. He gave you a half grimace and smile when you hissed that it hurt a bit.

He had also plucked up some healing ointment from the drawer. He got a napkin and spread the cream onto your cut before carefully wrapping it in the bandaid.

You would think he was performing surgery with the way he was so focused on wrapping the bandage so delicately around your finger.

“You can’t wrap it too tight or else you can cut off the blood flow in your finger.” He said, as he smoothed down the bandaid.

You just nodded at his words, trying to stop the warmth from his body heat and the breath that fanned your hand from sending warmth across your chest and cheeks.

Artem seemed like a stern man but he was always so gentle and kind with you.

“Thanks.” You finally found your words, your hand still clasped in his even after he was done helping you.

He looked down at your intertwined hands and abruptly dropped your hands. “No problem, anything to help out a fellow employee. I have a few papers to look over. Let me know if you need anything.”

He skirted past you and down the hall into his office. Just as he was out of your sight he instantly grabbed at his chest.

His face boiling hot. His feelings for you were just getting stronger, he only hopes you might return his feelings one day.

#tears of themis #tears of themis artem #artem wing #x reader #artem wing x reader #Artem x gn reader #Artem fluff #tot artem

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strange-al · 2 days

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Who Will You Help Today? - Nouran and her family

I've decided that, starting today, I will post a resource to help palestinians.

Nouran and her family need help to get major surgeries for their injuries.

"- My brother lost his right eye and ear, and suffered a skull fracture. Shrapnel has destroyed his right ear canal, and he’s completely deaf on that side. After nearly a month, he underwent eye enucleation surgery (where the eyeball is removed) to prevent further damage and infection.

- I lost my right eye as well, and last week I got the same surgery as my brother. I also suffered major soft tissue trauma to my forehead and scalp. Twenty days after we arrived to the hospital, I was finally able to get X-rays done (posted above) which revealed fractures to my clavicle, my left hand (meaning I can no longer draw), and shrapnel/debris in my nasal cavity (which has recently thankfully been surgically removed). The bones have begun to heal in the wrong places due to delayed treatment and thus need more intensive surgeries to be fixed. My right thumb has been paralyzed and needs physical therapy, meaning I can’t really use either of my hands. Finally, I was left with a large open wound on my cheek for weeks which meant that I couldn’t drink water without some of it spilling out through the hole.

- My dad has completely lost his right calf muscle and can no longer walk without support. He can’t get surgery to transplant tissue from other parts of his body to his calf right now because there are no doctors here that know how to give epidural anaesthesia.

- My mom has an untreated broken jaw and can no longer eat solid food. In the time since she was injured, she has lost over 14kg."

She currently needs around €50,000 more

#who will you help today?#palestine #free gaza #gaza #free palestine #gaza genocide #gaza strip #gazaunderattack #fuck israel #genocide #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

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copperbadge · 8 months

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Radio Free Monday

Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!

Ways to Give:

lycanloup linked to a fundraiser for sylvidoptera, who is raising funds to attain housing for herself, her husband, and her young son after they lost theirs to flooding earlier this year. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here or give at GoFundMe; she is also selling handmade items on Etsy.

damann133 has recently had a severe impact to his vision, which has resulted in immediate loss of work; he has also lost his home and is looking for shelter through programs in Arizona; in the meantime he's fundraising for help paying for a place to stay. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.

Sam's girlfriend's house is in tax arrears, and she's been struggling for a few years; they need to raise $10K to pay the back taxes and keep their home, but currently can barely cover regular bills. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.

Anon linked to a fundraiser for Erica Lafferty, whose mother died at Sandy Hook and who has recently won in court against Alex Jones after years of very public harassment; she has Stage II Orbital Lymphoma, and needs to raise funds for treatment. Having raised $150K of the $180K she needs she's in a crunch to get over the finish line; you can read more and support the fundraiser here.

Buy Stuff, Help Out:

intrepid-inkweaver is raising funds to help with car repair; they and their mother's car batteries both went out at the same time, and they're struggling to get the cars repaired without sufficient funds. They're selling through their ko-fi shop to raise funds; you can read more, reblog, and find shop images here or check out the shop here.

kyburg streams on Twitch as Kyburg60, raising funds for ExtraLife and Starlight; she currently has a special fundraiser going tied into Panda Express, where if you buy lunch using the code 916911 at checkout on certain days they donate 28% of the cost. You can read more and reblog here. (If I'm understanding right the next date will be 10/28 but I'm not sure if the 9/22 date might stretch through the following week.)

Help For Free:

treesah is asking folks to come out and vote for her friend, Rachel Raydo, on Inked Originals, a contest where she's in the running to win $20K and be featured in Inked Magazine; her tattoos have very personal meaning for her and tie into her recovery journey, and winning would mean a lot. Voting is free, but requires a Facebook account or credit card to prevent bots. I left the link off last week, my apologies! You can read more and vote here.

Recurring Needs:

kitsumo and his queer and autistic family have recently become homeless; they also need resources for accessing services in California, which they're not very familiar with. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here or give at gofundme here.

frenchroasted's cousin, who has been fundraising for a used wheelchair-accessible van after herniating her back lifting her stepson's wheelchair and had to have surgery for it, has partnered with MyDMDHero which is now hosting their fundraiser on GiveButter so that their donations are tax-deductible. You can read more and support the fundraiser, formerly at GoFundMe, here.

And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.

#radio free monday #charity #philanthropy #fannish community

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kosmicdream · 1 year

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No one asked for it, but I thought id give a run down of Nicky/Dr Sugar’s romance as i am not sure if it will ever appear in the main comic. I could be wrong, and might find time/a place to include it somewhere, but if not i felt like sharing more of their story anyway.

-When Sugar (a human) arrived in hell after a cycle, he almost immediately started to turn into a demon. However, in a fit of desperation, he basically performed a bit of what i’d call a “inner demon lobotomy” on himself, despite not knowing what he was doing. Overtime, he also would continue to perform self surgery as an attempt to “cut out” his inner demons and prevent fully turning into a demon. This didn’t work perfectly, but he had some success to it.. Sort of. Even today, he has a bit of issues with his memory and mind, and still thinks the date is somewhere in the 90s, no matter how much time has actually passed.

-During this time, he travelled around and also performed surgery on other demons, either to try to revert them to being human again, but also to kill and hunt them for parts, or treat their wounds in exchange for protection or money. It kind of depended on the individual, but it earned him a reputation for doing such a business. Which did not go well with the officials in the area.

-Nicky was not an sheriff at the time, but he personally hunted Sugar down, killed his patients (at the time) then tortured him for information on his services, as well as those who he might have helped in the past. He also attempted to fully convert Sugar into a demon,but found that it was no longer possible. Sugar however, lost his arm, as Nicky took it off for his dinner to eat in front of him. Sugar poisoned Nicky’s dinner secretly, and used this to escape.

-While on the hunt for Sugar, Nicky had not fully recovered from the poison and ended up getting injured by walking on an unstable platform, and falling. The building also fell on him, pinning him to his spot. He was left there for several days, until Sugar found him in a very weak state and also very dehydrated from the heat. Nicky did not recognize Sugar, nor did not seem to know how severe the state he was in. Taking pity on him, Sugar removed the platform and got Nicky to shelter. He carried Nicky using his Inner Demon, Mr Salt, who also sometimes is his house.

-sugar helped nurse nicky back to health, who (once he was able to realize what had happened) was very infuriated and tried his best to kick up as much of a fuss he could. Unfortunately for him, he was still very weak and had no choice but to swallow his pride and receive help from Sugar. Who had no hesitation to snap at him and treat him like a spoiled child for refusing help despite how badly he needed it. Nicky had several insulting nicknames for Sugar, and refused to call him by name.

-Nicky had never been treated this way, and while outwardly he still treated Sugar coldly, it certainly changed his opinion of Sugar and he became attached to him. To the point where even when he was healthy enough to stand again, he feigned that he was still too weak and sick to leave. Sugar eventually called him on his bluff and kicked him out, but the two had settled their score and Nicky was willing to drop his hunt in exchange for him saving his life.

-Nicky would frequently visit, but also guard Sugar’s territory from other demons, and also brought gifts. His insulting nicknames started to change to more like weird pet names, and other odd comments he’d say to Sugar about him. Sugar eventually asked Nicky if he wanted to go on a date, since Nicky was obviously trying to court him. Nicky was shocked and horrified by being called out like this, since he’s so old fashioned, but of course shyly accepted the offer and they eventually started to date. -Sugar was also the one who eventually proposed, which shocked Nicky again even tho it once again was obvious that he was the one who wanted to marry. (he is not very good at lying) and that is how they ended up how they are today. Nicky still has a lot of guilt for how he treated Sugar, but sugar kinda doesnt GAF. its hell. Shit happens. Now he has a hot monster husband that kills people for him, so as far as he’s considered he’s #winning OFC if I decide to include their story in the main comic, or something else, it might change a bit. But for now, that’s a bit of context on their romance! The two of them are kind of small characters in NRD, but i was happy how much people enjoyed their appearance in ch5. Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading about these two!

#nasty red dogs #nicky #dr sugar

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I’m tempted to go on T, but there’s one thing thats really setting me back. Both my father and his father went bald very early on in life (starting around senior year of high school). I’m absolutely terrified that I’m going to start balding if I begin taking testosterone

Finasteride will help mitigate hair loss. You can also bring up your concerns with your doctor, and they can discuss best prevention methods with you. There are lots of options (hair loss is a common dysphoria trigger for many cis men), and you can see some of the different treatments people have chosen from this reddit thread.

You can also go for a low-dose of T. It won't stop hair loss, but it will let you take a slower journey through your transition to explore if testosterone is right for you. Do know not all effects of T are reversible, though, including hair loss. But a low dose could give you time to see how being on T makes you feel, and if it's something you feel is worth pursuing even though your fears of hair loss. And if you notice the beginning of hair loss and hate it, you can stop taking T and prevent further loss from occurring.

Finally...it's hair. Hair is one of the most dynamic/least static things on our bodies. Hair loss happens. Hair thinning happens. Hair color changes happen. If you really hate it, then you might find salvation in wigs. But you might also find being bald empowering. There's nothing wrong with baldness! Especially if you're able to just own that and rock it. I think it's worth exploring...what about balding triggers fear for you? What's the underlying fear you're struggling with?

But also - you don't have to have the answers now. It's fine to take as much time as you need to consider this, weigh the pros and cons, and make your decision. It's also completely fine to make one decision now and change your mind later. Spend some time on other transition aspects that may feel more approachable right now. Those might be social, fashion, surgery oriented or anything else. See what kind of happiness you can find without T. It might help you make your decision later down the road.

It's okay. You're not alone. <3

~Mod Pluto

#hrt #testosterone #hair loss #finasteride #transition #medical transition #ask #anonymous #hair #mod pluto

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transgenderteensurvivalguide · 7 months

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how do I get top surgery if I’m not non-binary/transgender?

like. I’m fine with how I am. I’m agender, but I don’t mind being perceived female. but I would like to not have boobs.

thanks!

Lee says:

Just to define some terms for folks who may not be as familiar--

The word "non-binary" is an umbrella term that is inclusive of (but not forced upon) anyone who does not fully identify as solely male or female 100% of the time. So if you're agender, you can call yourself non-binary if you want to.

Similarly, the word “transgender” is an umbrella term that is inclusive of (but not forced upon) anyone who does not fully identify as the gender they were assigned at birth 100% of the time. So if you're agender, you can also call yourself transgender if you want to.

You don't have to identify as non-binary and transgender if you don't want to, but both terms are labels that you are more than welcome to apply to yourself if you find them useful when seeking surgery.

I am genderqueer, and I also identify as non-binary, transmasculine, transgender, and transsexual. During my medical transition, I was very open about my identities to the mental health providers who wrote my letters of support for gender-affirming surgery, and I didn't have any issues getting my surgeries as a result of my gender identity.

Unfortunately, I know that there are many therapists and surgeons who aren't particularly knowledgeable about gender-expansive people and that can result in more gatekeeping when trying to access gender-affirming surgery for some folks with less luck than I.

Location can also influence this-- I live on the East Coast so I had more options than someone in a rural area of the South, for example, so I could be pickier and had more choices of providers to see.

It's still possible to get surgery, but it can just be a little more difficult which means you have to be a self-advocate and fight for what you want, which sucks but you gotta do what you gotta do to get the care that you need.

Research Surgeons:

Start by researching surgeons who specialize in top surgery or chest masculinization. While many surgeons have experience with binary transgender men, it's essential to find a surgeon who is understanding and respectful of your reasons for wanting the surgery.

Reading posts on Reddit and joining top surgery Facebook groups is a good way to learn from and connect with former patients who have had surgery with that surgeon is really helpful in getting information about what their experience was like.

Some surgeons do not require a letter of support from a mental health provider, removing a requirement that can be a barrier for some people seeking surgery, but that can mean that your insurance will not cover surgery as having a letter of support is often a requirement from insurance companies.

Insurance companies will only cover top surgery if it's deemed medically necessary, which means you need to be diagnosed with gender dysphoria and/or have back pain related to your chest size and/or need a preventative double mastectomy for cancer risk.

If you're pursuing surgery for what insurance companies would deem purely aesthetic or personal reasons, you might need to pay out-of-pocket, so if the reason you don't want to have boobs is because of gender dysphoria then focus on that when you're speaking to your providers.

2. Research mental health providers:

Local LGBTQIA+ community centers often have resources and lists of affirming therapists in the area. They might also offer support groups or counseling services directly.

If you're comfortable, you can also ask friends, family, or members of local or online LGBTQIA+ communities for therapist recommendations.

Once you have a list of potential therapists, contact them and ask them about their experience with agender clients, their approach to therapy, whether they are willing to write a letter of support for top surgery and what their process is for that, and any training they've had related to gender diversity.

Ensure that the therapist is licensed in your state and look for reviews or testimonials about them online-- multiple bad reviews from trans folks about them is a big red flag.

If cost is a concern, inquire about sliding scale fees, insurance acceptance, or low-cost therapy options. Some therapists offer reduced rates based on financial need.

And yeah, if you really want to you could just straight-up lie and tell them that you're a binary man and say what you think they want to hear since it's not like they can peer into your brain to see that you're actually agender. But if you have to tell the therapist and/or surgeon that you're a binary trans man to get the letter/get the surgery date then maybe those aren't the providers who you really want to be working with anyway.

So I personally wouldn't recommend just outright lying to them, but I do recommend being thoughtful and strategic about how you present yourself. Don't start off by saying "I’m fine with how I am, I don’t mind being perceived female, and I’m not non-binary/transgender." That doesn't explain why you need this surgery.

Instead you should say that you're [transmasculine/agender/applicable label] and you've been out for [insert number of years], you feel that the next step in your transition is top surgery because you know that would be happier without breasts because having them makes you feel [insert specific unhappy feelings] and that affects your life in [insert ways that it affects you] and you've felt this way about them for [insert] number of years and you're confident that this is the right choice for you and will put your on the right path for your future, etc.

We have a post on getting a therapist here, and our top surgery page has more information on the general logistics of seeking top surgery because it's pretty similar process regardless of your specific gender identity.

It's essential to make decisions that align with your comfort, well-being, and identity, and only you can decide what labels you want to present yourself with. If you are well-informed, have a support system, and choose a therapist and surgeon who respects and understands your reasons you will end up finding the right path for you.

Good luck!

Followers, feel free to add on with your experiences if you identify similarly to anon.

#Lee says #agender #top surgery #surgery #therapist #mental health #chest m #breast m

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