#i told her about my plans to get top surgery and like

[drdemonprince]

I routinely forget that periods exist, and its only been like two years since I stopped having them.

The whole concept of them and all the planning and the contingencies involved are just, swoosh, out of my mind. im only reminded that periods are a thing every couple of months or so when one friend or another is in pain and brings the subject up. a friend asked me about how my periods were recently and i was shocked not that she believed i still had them, but that i had ever been a person who'd had them at all.

Multiple friends of mine have gotten hysterectomies this past year, some after long waiting periods, and its got me remembering that my high school debate coach told me getting one was the single best decision of her life. Ive wondered to myself a few times what all the advantages of it are, beyond the obvious prevention of pregnancy piece, and it honestly took me months of thinkkng to remember that oh, oh yeah, right, some people have periods and some periods really hurt and for some people that is probably a factor.

periods are such a non issue for me i forget about what a massive toll they can take on many other peoples lives. and im only a month post op from top surgery, but i can tell its gonna be the same thing w having tits. im gonna forget how much pain and hassle and work it all was.

and I share this because it shows just how mutable human beings are, and how changeable privilege is.

if i can forget about the existence of a bothersome and dysphoric experience i had every month for decades within a matter of two years -- so much so that i forget other people still have to deal with periods -- then someone who grew up poor but now is rich cant ever be trusted to remember what poverty is like. an adult cant be trusted to remember the fear and powerlessness of being a kid. and a trans man can very much be oblivious to sexism and to the lived experience of being a woman, no matter his prior experience, because that is what privilege does to you once youve got it. it clouds over all the worries you no longer have to think about, separating your perspective from that of all the people that do still have to.

and idk, i think thats important for people to remember. no matter what youve lived in the past, if you get a little money, a little privilege, a little power, it changes you, and it makes you stop worrying about many things, and it makes you oblivious.

[notsoattractivearenti]

1+1 = 4 (Mason Mount x Fem!Reader)

WC: 3.0K

Warnings: mention of c-section, post-surgery recovery

A/N: i haven’t written anything since last month and i’ve missed writing so here it is... dad!Mason for me and y'all my loves 🥰🫶🏻 apologies if this isn’t so good lol tbh i wrote this for my own comfort cuz it's been an extremely rough few weeks so i kinda needed this and i’m a huge sucker for my faves as attentive partner and dad fics! not to mention this is officially the longest fic I've written + posted here! hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any grammatical errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

—

You just woke up from a short nap after your C-section. Your baby was not supposed to be born for another month, but when your doctor saw the umbilical cord was wrapped around their neck during ultrasound, they told you and Mason that an emergency C-section had to be done the next day before your baby moved to the birth position. You recalled the day it happened.

—

You were really scared and nervous even though you have given birth before – but your first pregnancy and labor went smoothly so you didn’t exactly anticipate this. Plus, you had never gone through any major surgery your whole life ­– you just were not ready at all. You wanted another vaginal delivery but since the circumstances changed, you didn’t have a choice and all you cared about was your little one coming into the world safe and sound.

Mason was scared too, but he tried to conceal it from you. He just knew he had to be by your side all the time, as you were about to go through another life-changing moment but not as you planned. He was worried about the baby but even more about you ­– he felt so helpless because he basically couldn’t do anything but be there for you. If he could, he would make himself be the one who bears the pain instead of you.

On the way home after the checkup, you sat in the passenger seat and just silently stared at the road with your hand resting on top of your belly – subconsciously rubbing it sometimes – while thinking about the sudden news. Mason noticed how quiet you were, and as he drove he grabbed your hand to hold it tight.

“My dear, everything will be okay,” he said softly, “little peanut will be just fine. So will you.”

You sighed. “Maybe you’re right, but Mase...” Your voice was shaky, “I’m terrified. I really am...”

He took his eyes off the road for a second to glance at you, then kissed your hand and rubbed it with his thumbs repeatedly.

“I know, Y/N. But you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known and you’re going to get through this like the badass you are.” He assured you.

“And I will be with you the entire time and take care of you. I promise.” He added.

You smiled a little, still nervous but way less than before. You knew he was also worried yet he still gave you the comfort you needed. That is one of the things about Mason that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

“Also, picture how excited Gem will be when she finds out she’s going to meet her baby sibling soon!”

Before Mason even finished his sentence, the possible scenario was already playing in your head. You looked back to the time you and Mason broke the news to Gemma, your 4 year-old daughter – she screamed then cried out of happiness. She has been so excited to have a little sister or brother since and kept asking when will the baby be born. You could clearly imagine how she would react this time.

“Oh God,” you put your hand on your forehead and jokingly groaned, “she’s going to scream her ass off again isn’t she?”

He shook his head playfully and laughed. “Well that’s my daughter alright!”

—

During the surgery, Mason was sitting next to you the whole time, not wanting to let go of your hand. You were fully conscious since you had regional anesthesia, and to distract yourself from your anxious thoughts you and Mason chatted about the most random things – and it helped calming you down.

You both decided not to find out about your baby’s sex just like when you were pregnant with Gemma. Of course you two were curious, but you wanted to surprise yourselves. A boy or a girl, it doesn't really matter because you will love the baby regardless of the sex.

Suddenly, you both heard the sound of your baby’s cry. The doctor lifted them up so you two could see and excitedly announced, “Congratulations, it’s a girl!”

You and Mason had your mouths wide open and looked at each other immediately once you knew you had another daughter. She came to join your little family sooner than expected, but she was healthy and all your worry was gone in an instant. Mason kissed your forehead and your lips, then whispered to your ears, “Thank you baby, I’m so proud of you.”

The nurse then brought the baby to you so you could see her up close. She put her next to your face, and you could feel tears of happiness streaming down your face – the presence of your newborn girl warmed your heart.

“Hi baby girl,” you tearfully greeted your daughter, “welcome to the world! Mommy loves you so much.”

Mason watched that moment and he was left speechless. He couldn’t stop smiling and crying as he couldn’t find the words to describe the overwhelming joy and immense love he felt at the moment. He was still processing the fact that he had another girl to love for the rest of his life. As he wiped his tears, he quietly whimpered in awe, “she’s so precious… My little peanut.”

—

As you woke up from your nap post surgery, you could feel the anesthesia started to wear off. You moaned and pressed your lips together over the pain you felt on the incision area. You couldn’t really get up because when you tried to move even a little bit, it would hurt so bad. You looked around the hospital room you were in and you saw Mason sitting on the sofa near the window while holding your newborn daughter.

He didn’t take his eyes off of her even for a second, you could tell he was so in love. This reminded you of the day when Gemma was just born – once he held her in his arms, his eyes were locked on her.

You couldn’t stop staring at him as you found this moment so heartwarming and adorable. He then took a quick look at you and when he saw you were awake, a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Oh look, Mommy’s awake,” he said as he got off the sofa to come over to you, “how are you feeling sweetheart?”

“Uh… pain...” You muttered. “But don’t worry, I’m okay.”

“Oh no… I’m sorry, Y/N.” He knitted his eyebrows, the tone of his voice showed how worried he really was. “Tell me what I can do to help ease it. I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”

You smiled as his hand was stroking your arm.

“Thank you love,” you said to Mason, “but let’s just wait for the nurse. With you two here with me right now I can handle this pain.”

“By the way… Can you stop hogging my baby and hand her over to her mom?” You jokingly asked him.

“Oops, sorry!” He laughed while gently putting her on your side.

—

Few hours later, the nurse suggested you get out of bed and try walking around for a bit. Even though you were still experiencing discomfort, you gladly took her suggestion as you didn’t like laying in the bed for too long. Mason, who wasn’t fond of the idea, expressed his concern to the nurse.

“Ma’am, are you sure it’s okay? The wound on my wife’s stomach is still fresh… Isn’t it too soon?”

“Sir, I get your concern and I can guarantee you it is necessary as it is a part of the recovery. Moving around after the surgery helps the recovery process. Don’t need to worry, we’ll check in on you every so often. If you need anything, you can call us by pushing the button next to the bed.” The nurse explained to both of you in a calm manner.

Mason sighed in relief and nodded.

“Thank you,” you said to the nurse, “this is my first time going through a C-section and my husband and I have been very anxious about it. Not to mention this was unplanned so we didn’t exactly come prepared.”

“Understandable. It is normal to feel nervous, Ma’am. We are happy to help.” The nurse acknowledged your worries.

As soon as the nurse left the room, you tried to get out of bed and grimaced while one of your hands was on your wound area. Mason was getting you a glass of water when he saw you – fright was written all over his face immediately.

“Baby!” He spontaneously yelled as he rushed over to your side and helped you. out.

“Ssshh, Mase, I’m alright,” you put your arm around his neck and tried to soothe him, “just want to get up, that's all.”

“Don’t be so stubborn!” He was shaking a little – he felt a genuine fear. “My God, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Oh please, don’t be a drama queen,” you couldn’t help but make fun of his reaction. “I said I’m alright, hahaha!”

He playfully rolled his eyes in response. You laughed at him and suddenly felt stabbing pain on your wound.

“Ouch!” You shouted. “Man, I can't even laugh without feeling pain!”

“Well, I’m glad you were amused but I guess no more comedy for a while for you, Mrs. Mount.” he said as he stroked your back.

Mason gently supported your body and carefully assisted you on taking your first steps post surgery. You squeezed your eyes, ground your teeth and winced as you were still experiencing the sharp pain – especially when you moved. Mason’s heart ached seeing you struggling like this, he felt guilty even but he knew nothing else he could do but support you throughout the recovery.

“Don’t rush it, sweetheart. It hasn’t been 12 hours after the surgery,” he emphasized. “Just take one little step at the time when you’re ready, okay?”

—

“Baby, Gem is coming here with my parents!” He excitedly shouted from across the room.

Your eyes widened and a squeal left your mouth when you heard that Gemma was coming. As you were in the hospital, Mason’s parents were taking care of her. You have been looking forward to the moment when your girls finally met. She had been impatiently waiting to be able to hold her baby sibling – she even practiced with her doll all the time. 

At this point you could stand up, walk, and sit down. The incision still hurt and discomfort came and went all the time but the painkiller was working well and the bliss of having a newborn was able to distract your mind from the pain. Mason had been so attentive to you and always ready to help you. He thought you needed a day to rest, therefore with your permission he respectfully asked everyone – except your parents and siblings – not to pay a visit at the hospital and wait until you all settled at your home instead. 

“Where is Gem now? Is she close? Are they here already?” You eagerly asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered, “I’ll call my mum.”

And before he even pressed call, Debbie texted him to let him know they just arrived at the hospital. He was beaming when he saw the text, and passed the news to you.

“They’re here! I’ll go get them,” he said as he kissed your forehead and got out to pick them up.

Trying not to hurt yourself, you didn’t act too excited on the outside but you sure were within. Sitting down on your bed, you pulled the baby crib closer and carefully picked her up.

“Hey little angel,” you whispered softly into her tiny ear, “you’re about to meet your big sister. She’s been waiting for you… You’re going to love her as much as she loves you.”

She made a slight smile and you noticed that. You chuckled, you thought it was like she was also excited to meet Gemma. You gave little kisses all over her cute face, and as you did that you could feel how you were completely filled with great love and glee – one more girl has stolen your heart. 

Suddenly, you heard the door was opened, followed by a little giggle you love so much. Your heart was beating really fast – it was going to be one of the biggest moments in your life – you didn’t know if you could handle your emotions when it happened.

You saw Gemma walking in with one hand holding her dad’s and the other covering her mouth. She looked so eager to finally see her baby sibling – she didn’t know it was a girl beforehand – and you wanted to see how she reacted when she found out she had a sister. Behind them were Debbie and Tony, and Debbie had already started recording with Mason’s phone. Gemma then saw you and excitedly yelled, “Mommy!”

You giggled and waved at her in response. 

“Do you want to sit next to Mommy and baby peanut, Gem?” Mason gently asked her.

“Yes Daddy! I want to see my baby peanut now!” She responded impatiently.

Mason picked her up and sat her down next to you. When she saw her sister up close, she squealed and said “Wow, baby peanut is so small and cute!”

You introduced your firstborn to your newborn.

“Gemma, meet Iris…”

She gasped and looked at both you and Mason in disbelief.

“You have a sister, Gem!” Mason cheered.

Gemma was so happy to have a sister and she started to cry. You might have pictured this beautiful moment in your head before but what really happened was a lot better than you had imagined. It was quite overwhelming to see how emotional she was and you eventually cried as well. Mason was really touched, almost shed a tear when he saw how you and Gemma were crying. He immediately grabbed some tissues from his pocket – he was aware this was going to happen – to wipe the tears off his girls’ faces.

“Mommy… Can I hold Iris?” Gemma nervously asked, her big brown eyes were still watery but you could see the sparkles of joy in them.

“Of course, sweetie.”

You carefully handed Iris onto Gemma’s lap, teaching her how to support Iris’ little body. She was so gentle and cautious, uneasy at first as if she was afraid to hurt Iris. Mason tried to ease her since he got how nervous Gemma was – he kissed the top of her head over and over again while assuring her that she was doing fine holding her sister – and it worked out even though it took a while.

Finally feeling comfortable, Gemma gently let go of one of her hands and started caressing Iris’ cheeks. Her eyes were locked in just like his dad earlier, and you just knew she was so deeply in love with her little sister. 

“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she, Gem?” Mason was beaming in awe and Gemma nodded in agreement.

Both Gemma and Mason showered Iris with kisses. The immense amount of love Iris was getting made your heart soar. You looked at your husband and your girls and thought to yourself: how did I get so lucky?

Mason then gave you a quick but passionate kiss on your lips. He looked deeply into your eyes and expressed his gratitude and appreciation for you.

“Y/N, the way you had to bear the pain to bring me two amazing kids to our life is unbelievable. You are the most incredible woman and I can never thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me, for us… I’m so lucky to have you as my wife and the mother of our girls. I will always try to make you happy, feel loved and give you everything you need and deserve because you have given me the life I’ve always dreamed of…”

You had no words and were about to cry again. You pulled him closer and pressed your lips against his – it was a moment full of tenderness and sweet affection. As your lips parted, you two whispered “I love you” to one another.

Debbie – who was still recording – and Tony were also emotional although they were trying to keep themselves together because they thought they didn’t want to ruin the beautiful moment between your little family. You then asked the grandparents to come see the newest addition to the Mount family.

“Iris Mount… Such a beautiful name, Y/N!” Tony complimented.

“That’s perfect for her! Thank you, Y/N, for giving us wonderful grandkids!” Debbie chimed in and gave you a hug.

“Uh, Mum… I contributed too, you know. Why don’t I get a thank-you? ” Mason jokingly protested.

“Yes but you weren’t the one who carried them for months and gave birth, were you?” Debbie lightheartedly replied.

You chuckled at their banter – you held yourself back from laughing as usual because it would hurt you.

With his mother clearly winning the argument, Mason humorously backed out, pouted then stated his closing statement.

“That’s true. But Y/N and I do make the most beautiful babies.”

Debbie and Tony couldn’t help but laugh at his comeback.

—

Yes, he might not be the one who was pregnant and given birth, but he has always been an amazing and present father to Gemma. No matter how tight his schedule could be, he would always make time for her daughter. He might have missed a few milestones that happened unexpectedly but other than those he never wanted to miss out so much on his daughter’s life. When he was out of town for away games, he always asked for daily updates on Gemma and called you on Facetime in every chance he got.

Mason is an ultimate girl dad and takes great pride in it. He would dress up as princess wearing a tiara and Gemma’s little dress that barely fits him and have a tea party with her, buy a makeup set she asked for, and sometimes he would show up at training wearing a headband with the biggest bow on his head because Gemma put it on him before he left. He always said he loves being a girl dad and would do it all over again – now he really gets to do it all over again…

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not paying for my fiancee's trip?

(Sorry mod, sending this again as I forgot to add an important context detail)

This is going to be long, I'm so sorry!

Okay, so I (23M) am engaged to a very wonderful fiancee (27NB). She's fantastic, and I want to make it very clear that our relationship is great - we have good communication, we never argue, we're always on call without getting tired of each other, etc etc. There is just one issue we have - her financial habits.

For context, I am disabled and can't work due to both mental and physical health issues, so I'm on disability benefits. She can and does work.

We're long-distance (she's in America and I'm in the UK), and we've been dealing with it pretty well so far. At the beginning of our relationship, we agreed that before we got to the point of talking about moving in with each other etc. we would need to have her visit me here at least once to meet my family and get used to how things work here (as she wants to move here), and I would need to visit her at least once to do the same there re: meeting her parents etcetera.

The agreement was that I'd pay for her to come here, and then when it was my turn she'd pay for my visit there so it was fair.

She first visited me about a year and a half ago and came over here for two weeks. I paid for her plane tickets, our transport everywhere (we don't have cars), the AirBNB we stayed in, etc. This ran me about £2k, which was all I had at the time, and I didn't have enough left over to pay for her food on top of that, so I asked if she could cover her own food costs while she was here. This caused a bit of an issue at the time as she was very clearly frustrated at having to do it, and would make comments like "Ugh I wanted a new computer but now I have to save for this trip", "I'm having to sacrifice so much to pay for this" and it made me feel incredibly invalidated, like I was covering everything else and also sacrificing a lot to pay for everything else for us but the one thing I'd asked her to help with was too much. We had a conversation about it at the time and she apologised and said she'd work on it, so we moved on.

Plans changed a bit very early this year, as I was due to get surgery and the friend who was supposed to accompany me there dropped out last minute. I had no one else nearby to turn to and I couldn't go alone (it was the kind of surgery where I would need someone around for at least 1-2 weeks afterwards to help me move around and do daily tasks). As a last ditch effort I asked my fiancee to fly over again and help me out, and I paid for this again which I was completely fine with doing as the trip was a favour for me and it was unplanned from her end. This was another ~£2k.

So cut to summer this year. This was when I was supposed to have my visit over to America. She, at this point, was making pretty good money at a school job. However, when I asked her if we could finalise the plans and buy tickets, she told me that she had no money.

This is where I explain that she's really, REALLY bad with money. She impulse-buys clothes and things for her room etc., she plays gacha games like Genshin Impact and spends quite a lot of money on 'pulls' and the gambling mechanic, things like that. It turned out that through the whole time of having this job she'd been basically spending money as soon as she got it and she now had nothing for the trip. I was admittedly frustrated with her (especially as she initially lied to me and told me she hadn't spent money on games etc. and then later confessed that it IS where the money had gone), but we agreed we could push back the trip to winter/Christmas-time to give her more time to save, and honestly I didn't really mind because I've never spent Christmas/New Year with anyone before, so shifting the visit to over those days would be a nice experience.

However, soon after this she was fired from her job for too many call-outs/absences. For the next few months, she didn't get another job - she said she was doing all she could and was applying for, but I often got the impression that she wasn't and was sort of throwing out an application every few weeks and then writing it off as 'done', which I could be completely misinterpreting so take that with a grain of salt. I kept pushing her to get a job so we could get the trip sorted out and I know she got kind of frustrated with me a few times for it.

I ended up giving up the closer we got to the time and offered to just cover it again if she could pay me back when she did get a job, and she agreed.

Unfortunately, after this I was rendered homeless due to my abusive home situation. I was fortunate enough to be offered government housing and I now have an apartment in town, but it's completely unfurnished (literally all that's in it is a single bed and a cooker, there's no flooring or anything yet). I now have to put all the money I have saved (about £3k) towards getting flooring (which is a little over £1k by itself), furnishings, getting the walls painted, sorting out gas and electricity, etc. I'm also now paying the bills for this apartment. As a result, there's no possible way I could afford to cover the trip anymore myself.

It looked like things were getting sorted because my fiancee got another job recently. It's pretty well-paying, she seems to enjoy it so she's not calling out, and she kept prompting me to talk details of the trip with her so it felt like it was all getting figured out and she was ready to finalise it.

Then today I asked her how much money she had ready for it and she said... $15. I'm genuinely lost on how she still hasn't saved any money, she claims she used it all on "bills" but she doesn't pay rent or cover any housing costs as she still lives with her parents, so I don't understand at all where it's all going. We have less than a month before the trip is supposed to happen, nothing is sorted, we still have no clue where we'd be staying, no plane tickets have been purchased, and now it's looking a lot like it's going to have to be pushed back AGAIN to next year.

I thought about trying to pay for it again, because I DO really want that Christmas and New Year with her. Delaying it again would also mess up our future plans, as the plan was to get this trip to America and meeting her family done this year, then spending the first half of next year on the Visa process and then the latter half getting her actually moved over. It also means I would have to delay my college education, as I was going to start my course early next year, which I wouldn't be able to do if the trip is next year instead as it would require me to take weeks off.

If I tried, I probably could cover it - I need to spend the ~£1k on flooring as that's already arranged, but I could technically use the remaining £2k to fund the trip. However, this would mean my house would remain unfurnished and barely habitable for months longer. It's not so bad if I know she'd be able to pay me back quickly, but the reality is that I don't know how long it would take for me to see the money back.

Part of me also feels like she's kind of expecting me to give in and pay for it last minute in order to not delay it, because I offered before and I was willing to pay for the last two trips. But it's just so depressing and frustrating, because it feels like I keep giving things up and putting things into these trips and getting her over here, and trying to get it back from her is just like running into a wall.

We've talked about it before, but she insists there's nothing more she can do, she's trying as hard as she can, and that she's upset about it too. I just don't know what to do about it anymore.

So I guess my question is, AITA for complaining about the trip, missing Christmas/New Year and pushing her on money and nagging her about what she does with hers instead of just taking the L and covering the trip again until she can pay me back?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[bordysbae]

Could you do aftermath of quinn or luke getting their wisdom teeth out?

“how are you real?”

quinn hughes x reader

“y/n, are you sure you’re alright to take him home after getting his wisdom teeth out? i totally forgot i had plans when i scheduled his appointment.” ellen asks you over the phone. originally you were going to come over and help out at the house after his surgery, but ellen ended up needing you to take him home as well.

“of course elle! i don’t mind at all. what time is his surgery over?” you ask, grabbing your wallet and keys from your desk.

“his surgery is done in about half an hour. do you mind coming to the dentist office now?” “not at all, see you soon!” you say and hang up. you head to your car and begin driving to the place ellen told you to. when you walk inside you see ellen in the waiting area, and sit down next to her.

“oh y/n hi darling! perfect timing! thank you so much, i need to get going but they’ll come get you when quinn is done.” “alright!” you smile and wave her off as she leaves. about fifteen minutes later the nurse comes to get you, and you follow her into a small room towards the back. when you walk in you see quinn with his mouth wide open staring into space.

“quinn, hi baby!” you say, grabbing his attention. suddenly he gasps loudly, “how are you real?” he asks you, making both you and the nurse laugh. “what? what do you mean?” you ask, unaware of what he was trying to say.

“you’re so pretty, there’s no way you’re real!” he smiles at you, very much loopy from the drugs given to him. “aww quinny!” you blush, as you walk over to kiss the top of his head.“call me quinny again. i like when you call me that”

“oh you’re so loopy quinn” you laugh to yourself. suddenly quinn makes an angry expression instead of the happy one he had just a minute ago. “don’t call me that!” he yells. “shhh quinny shh you have to be quiet” you say, using a hand gesture to tell him to lower his voice.

“only cause you called me quinny” he pouts and crosses his arms across his chest. as the nurse is finishing up paperwork you sit with quinn to keep him company. he then begins to start pushing the gauze out of his mouth with his tongue, which he was instructed not to do.

“babe you have to keep that in your mouth!” you say, rushing to help him put it back in his mouth despite how gross it is. “oh my god y/n! my tongue fell off! you took my tongue! i cant feel it!” he says as he starts patting his tongue with his index and middle finger.

“quinn you have your tongue i promise, now be quiet we have to listen to the nurse okay?”

“you’re trying to tell me to shut up!”

“this is gonna be a long day” you groan and rub your hands across your face. the nurse gives you instructions on how to take care of him for the next few days, and sends you both on your way.

getting quinn in the car was a hassle in itself, but driving home with him was worse. he’s sat in your passenger seat playing with all of the little buttons and knobs on the dash. he discovers the fan button and the air starts blowing on his face, making him very giggly. “what’s so funny?” you look at him as you pull up to a red light.

“the air is tickling me!” he laughs to himself still touching buttons. “why don’t you try and sleep for a bit. you need to rest when we get yo your house anyways” you suggest

“no!” he says, acting like a toddler. you roll your eyes and groan. who knew your boyfriend being doped up would be such a pain? eventually you guys make it to the hughes household, and you help quinn get out of the car. you lead him to the front door where his youngest brother luke helps you lead him upstairs to his bedroom.

“how is he doing?” luke asks you. “he’s literally crazy” you groan, making luke laugh.

“well, as much as you’re gonna hate me for this. i have plans in fifteen minutes soooo…” he drags out the o sound, forcing you to finish his sentence for him. “i’m alone to deal with quinn aren’t i?”

“possibly..” luke grins, making you playfully his his shoulder. before either of you can get a word out, quinn opens his bedroom door and starts walking down the stairs. “quinn, babe you need to be in bed resting!” you exclaim.

“but i don’t wanna rest! you aren’t in bed with me i cant sleep!” he cries out. you chuckle and walk up the stairs towards quinn. you then begin to lead him back to his bedroom, “i’ll come lay with you okay? you need to sleep”

“only if you’re with me” he pouts. “i like this side of you, you’re so clingy” you say as you close his bedroom door.

“you guys are you disgusting!” luke shouts, making you start laughing.

“are you laughing at me?” quinn asks as he crawls into his bed.

“please just go to sleep” you huff.

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes blurb #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #luke hughes

[beatrixstonehill2]

"OK, guys, don't get mad.... Buuuut I'm detransitioning! I know, I know, I said I wasn't thinking about it. But what trans girl doesn't occasionally fantasize about what it'd be like, especially those of us who went on blockers and never went through male puberty. Sooo, I didn't think about it super often. Like people would occasionally ask me if I wanted to detrans and I'd shrug and be like, "I dunno..... maybe someday? Who knows!" I never seriously considered it outside of like shower thoughts or the occasional jerk off session before work....

But I met this girl, Alexia..... Guys. She is beyond fine. She's absolutely beautiful. She contacted me out of nowhere and asked if I wanted to hook up. This beautiful cis girl with boobs even bigger than mine. And lol, yes I know mine are way too big as it is. Just another reason to detrans, my boobs make me soooo dysphoric! Ugh! I can't believe I ever thought I was a girl..... Alexia got me thinking a lot about myself, and made me realize I'm totally just a femboy. Like I'll wear dresses and makeup, but I want no boobs, no big fat estrogen booty. I want to be lean, and to grow some facial hair maybe.....

Alexia started talking to me on our first date about how a lot of trans girls are really femboys and they just don't know. Especially us ditzy ones that go on blockers so young and never go through boy puberty. She miiiight've told me how hot it was if I were to detrans and try out becoming a femboy. I told her about how I hate having huge boobs and looking like some dumb college slut who's pushed out a dozen kids already. Like look at the stretch marks on these udders! I told her I wanted a slim, elegant figure, and to embrace having a cock, not hide it. That I wanted mine to be really big..... She agreed, she said she wants a sexy feminine boyfriend she can go dress shopping with and share makeup, but who can also fuck her good, get her pregnant. I told her I'm not experienced as a top and she just shook her head.

'You poor, dumb boy,' she said. 'You probably can't because all that estrogen turned your cock flaccid and pathetically small.'

She wants me on testosterone ASAP. She already helped me make the call to schedule my top surgery, to get rid of my boobs.... We only met a couple weeks ago..... She wants me to be a boy now, and I'm not about to say no. ❤️ Goodbye girly body and big fat udders, I'm detransitioning like a good boy. My girlfriend is very needy and bought me penis growth pills. She wants me to have a huge, meaty cock and wants to teach me how to use it like a guy.... She's gonna teach me to top her, and more importantly, she wants me to get her pregnant to prove what a man I'm becoming..... I told her I don't plan on getting super macho and she said of course not. I'll always be lean and elegant, and she'll even peg me when I've been especially good..... But she did tell me one thing..... I'm not allowed to masturbate. I can only cum two ways: If I'm topping her, or if she's pegging me, which I'll only get as a reward if I can please her like the boy I'm meant to be. Guys.... I think I might be in love. Either way, so long to being a girl. ❤️"

#mtftm kink #mtf detrans kink #detrans kink

[velaryqns]

Make up, Make Out

REQUEST: Ok ok so I had this idea that y/n is a doctor or a surgeon and has to cancel her date with House because she is on call and House is such a drama queen and gets upset and gives her the silent treatment until she decides to make it up to him

REQUESTED BY: anonymous

PAIRINGS: Gregory House x Fem!reader

SONG: not applicable

WARNINGS: arguing, fluff, slight smut (if you look close enough), angst, house being an ass (which should always be a warning), brief mention of blood

So this is going to be kinda something knew….

—-

I silently cursed as I was paged back to the OR, my team had finally discovered what was wrong with our patient and now I needed to get back as soon as possible. However, as I watched the clock while gathering what I needed, I knew I either had to cancel or be late.

Either way, someone would be throwing a tantrum. Groaning, I paged for House and then left my office. I had no guarantee that he would answer, especially if he was doing around of “Clinic Hours,” which mainly consisted of him sleeping. Cuddy had complained about that enough to me.

Thankfully, as I was walking out of the elevator to the OR, I saw that he had beat me to the floor. Mock concern written on his face as a nurse told him what was going on, then his blue eyes found me.

“Y/l/n,”

“House,” I muttered and walked up to him, turning to the nurse, “prep him for surgery, give me a few minutes with Dr. House.”

He eyed me while I grabbed his arm and dragged him to stand outside of the OR while I tied my hair back and washed my hands, “I have to cancel tonight.”

“Excuse me?” His eyes grew wide at my words, and I hummed in response, “This has been planned for like, ever. Is that how kids say it now?”

“Greg,” I glared at him, “I want to stay with my patient tonight, if this surgery could’ve been pushed back it would’ve been to let us build more of a plan, but it can’t. I need to have his surgery now, and then I want to stay through the night, I’m sorry.”

He scoffed and shook his head, turning around to walk away before I grabbed his hand, “Greg.”

“Your surgery, madame,” he gestured toward the OR and I clenched my jaw, but went to wash my hands and get scrubbed in for my surgery nonetheless.

—-

It had been a successful process, and I sat in his room some of the night, maintaining paper work whenever I wasn’t. Currently, I was seated at my desk reading over a few things, when I felt someone’s eyes on me from the doorway.

I looked up, a hopeful expression in my face, only for it to drop at the sight of James. He mocked pain, his hand going over his heart as he entered my office.

“Morning,” I greeted him, clearing papers off of the section of my desk that the chair he took was in front of. I noticed he had a rack of coffee, three cups resting in it. I hastily took one and took a long drink, thankful for the hot liquid.

“Morning,” he smiled at me and got comfortable in the chair, he eyed me as I set the cup down, “how’d the surgery go?”

“The aftermath from the surgery isn’t what I’m worried about,” I chuckled while going back to writing, “it went smooth, he’s going to push through its-“

The door was pushed open and House himself entered, his eyes immediately darted to James, “Good morning, James.”

“Morning,” James greeted, somewhat surprised.

We had a set morning routine, you see. Everyone would meet in my office given what was allotted, James would bring coffee and if I didn’t pull an overnighter I would bring donuts or bagels for us three, as well as Greg’s team. House brought himself, and James and I agreed that would be enough. House would make sure to greet me first, lest we saw one another the night (and sometimes even if we have he still greeted me first to get under James’ skin). He’d walk to me, steal my coffee and place a chaste kiss on the top of my head in “apology,” leaving me to grab another from the cardboard rack.

This morning was different. There was no coffee stealing, no “apology” kiss, and no good morning to me. House simply grabbed a coffee from James, nodded appreciably and walked back out. James looked between him and I in shock, trying to process what had just happened.

“I canceled our date,” I whispered.

“Did you say something?” Greg peaked back in, his eyes going to James, unwavering. He didn’t even look at me.

James quickly shook his head and Greg accepted the answer, leaving once more, this time shutting the office door. I sighed and turned back to James, “It was important to him too, for once, but I wanted to stay with my patient over night.”

“Which is an acceptable thing to do,” James intervened, smiling warmly with a nod, “I’m sure he’ll get over this soon.”

He did not get over it.

A few days later, and Greg had yet but to utter a word to me. When he had something he needed to tell me, he sent his team. Foreman was typically the one to speak with me, as he enjoyed being around me compared to his boss. It was favoritism of the parents as Cameron had said once, causing Greg to scoff and walk away, as we had yet to even go on a date when she said that.

James grew worried, as Greg stopped coming by my office in the mornings all together, and whenever James spoke about me, Greg acted oblivious. It was ridiculous in all honesty. But I knew he’d throw a tantrum, it’s what Greg does best. Thankfully, I know how to outsmart men who act like children.

“James,” I walked up to the doctor while he was reading over a file, “Could you page House?”

“Is that a good idea?”

“Wilson,” I muttered, he held his hands up in surrender but nodded, grabbing his pager.

After a while, James and I were interrupted by the presence of House complaining that his alone time was interrupted rather abruptly. I smirked at the sight of him, grabbing his wrinkled t-shirt and dragging him behind me. Nurses watched in confusion, unsure of whether or not they should step in.

I opened the door of a supply closet and pushed House in, he began protesting, but fell silent when I slammed the door shut and flicked the light on.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I seethed at him. Silence met me, I placed my hand on his chest, a teasing smile curling on my lips, “You are so entitled. So damn dramatic.”

As I was speaking my hand was slowly dragging down, his eyes growing wide in realization. I grinned up at him and in response he leaned in and pressed a hungry kiss to my lips, catching me by surprise while his hands grabbed my washer and pulled me against him. I grinned at the feeling of him being so turned on, and he pulled away.

“You’re making canceling the date up to me,” he said with a bite of hatred.

“I can think of a few ways,”

#gregory house x reader #gregory house #house md #james wilson x reader #lisa cuddy #allison cameron #robert chase #eric foreman #greg house #house x reader #fanfiction writer

[shinakazami1]

BL3: Moxxi's Heist of the Handsome Jackpot - notes on Timothy + theories

Ok this is more of me just trying to take notes on his character for some future projects in one place ohisafiosfa

1) Timothy's behaviour and appearance

a) Introducing with his name

In Pre-Sequel, Timothy is established to have a face bomb that prevents him from saying his name. When he gets to Roland, he also says his name rhymes with Jimothy.

But in BL3, he just... introduces himself?

"But my name is just Timothy."

During the DLC, he mentions that his face-bomb stops him from escaping the casino. My best bet is that the face bomb got reprogrammed and can have a limited amount of conditions that might cause it to blow up.

b) Injected with Jack's DNA...or is he

Timothy is the reason why we believe the body doubles (or at least Tim) has Jack's DNA in them, causing them to talk like him.

"Follow this fine ass! Uh, god."

But as we see the body double in BL2, some get voice lines to say to seem Jack. (BTW I really love @kolbasos ' headcanon that Timothy is the only doppelganger that got plastic surgery).

To me, Timothy was onlymade to believe that DNA thing (as DNA shouldn't have behavioral traits in them), just like he was made to believe he was branded with the Vault mark (headcanon taken from @kitkat578 ).

Kit noticed that if Timothy had the same Vault mark as Jack, we would see it through the crack in the mask. Yet it's just not there!! Not a single blue tint anywhere on that skin!

Like, even Customer 1345 has some more resembling of that mark than him. The marks could possibly be just afterdoing when people find out Jack is dead and thus the guy just got the marks which even more makes it weird that we can't see Timothy's mark.

It is plausible that the amnestic anaesthetic mentioned in Pre Sequel tapes is a bit of a key. Timothy might not remember every single operation well enough or might have memories scrapped, so he just has some lies surrounding those moments.

Vault Mark seems like something Jack wouldn't want people to know about - that's why he has the mask, duh. But Timothy knows about it anyway. It's possible that he had some surgery to get the mask hinges on him, and was told he also got the mark just so he would resent Lilith and everybody connected to her.

With the DNA part - I think it's supposed to serve as motivation. Timothy was shit at acting as Jack in Pre-Sequel. Most people knew he wasn't Jack, he even introduced himself as not-Jack, during Space Slam and most people refer to him as Vault Hunter. It's really rare for him to act as the dude he is paid to act as. I think this lie was either told to him or he made it up, as he started at some point to say and think like Jack more. Even if he hates it, giving himself an excuse for it could help him get more and more into the role, or he would talk way more often like Jack.

c) Swearing

A thing that seems to be very silly about Borderlands series is its relationship with cursing. Handsome Jack is a great example of it- he doesn't like some curses. It's why Angel seems to hlt herself sometimes before cursing. Mr. Torgue has a censor wired to his voicebox due to the shareholders so, maybe Jack wants to keep those happy, too.

Timothy seems to be weirded out to being able to say "asshole" instead of a-hole, when referring to Pretty Boy. It's possibly either a voice modulator censorship or another face bomb thing that just like his name, got reprogrammed to only not letting him out.

He gets so happy he says it two times in a row foahissioa (also off top but his planning skills seem to match Rhys' <3)

2) Moxxi

a) Moxxi seems not to trust Timothy. It may be just due to him working for Handsome Jack for so many years. If there is some other reason though, feel free to tell me :0c

b) Date

Timothy mentions that when Jack got "mega-rich", Jack wanted to win Moxxi back, so Timothy went on a date with her. The issue I have with it, however, is when this date could have taken place.

In Pre-Sequel, when we meet Moxxi for the first time, Timothy says this:

"Holy shi-- hi! I'm uh -- Jack. Obviously. And I need your help. Are you SURE we're not dating? -- Wow!"

Due to his reaction, it feels as if this was really their first meeting. But there are only points in the story where the date could have canonically taken place:

Before Pre-Sequel (I think already after wife's death due to Jack's possible bad behaviour in the break up):

For: - Jack had just gotten rich enough to try to get Moxxi back. - Timothy's reaction can be like this due to just the outfit. Moxxi went on the date just due to hunger so she could have dressed more casually (just like in her garage outfit). - Timothy also at one point asks her to marry him. Iif they already had this date, it would also be an aftereffect to knowing each other better.

Against: - This dialogue really feels like their first meeting. - Timothy seems so focused on getting that second date in-game that it feels like it was their last meeting. But it's not a strong point, since it might just be him wanting to get a second date, who knows.

Before BL2:

For: - Jack got even richer. - They already knew each other so she would know that the body double she is spending time with is Timothy. - This moment could potentially strengthen his crush on her after she tried to destroy Jack in Pre-Sequel, esp since this would mean Timothy also would have died

Against: - Jack doesn't seem like a guy who would want a relationship with someone who tried to kill him ohsoai and he was already getting with Nisha - Jack has a part in the casino called "Foxxxi's" - which shows just how much he dislikes her.

While before Pre-Sequel makes sense, both options are plausible.

#my ramblings #bl3 #borderlands 3 #timothy lawrence #ALSO WHY DOES NOBODY TALK ABOUT HOW THE HOLOGRAPHIC JACK IN THE CASINO SEEMS TO BE AI AND NOT RECORDING HELLO???? #LIKE IT REACTS TO THE CASINO BEING TURNED OFF #AND THAT WE ARE VAULT HUNTERS #is it just recordings of jack in so many situations #but why would he get himself some losing reactions #damn #borderlands #pre sequel #jack doppelganger #21-c

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 18

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"What are you doing up and answering the door, Maxwell? Have you gone mad?"

"Ben?" June said, frozen in place while looking at the man in front of her.

"You should be resting, you had surgery a few days ago. C'mon" he said, lifting her in the air and carrying her to the sofa.

"Ben!" she laughed. "I can walk, you know?"

"I know you can, but you shouldn't."

"The doctor said I could move around the house. He actually encouraged it."

"Well, Dr. Chilwell doesn't agree with that. Is that comfortable?" he asked after leaving her on the sofa and putting some cushions behind her back.

"It's ok."

"Now?" he said, sitting down next to her and putting her legs on his lap, the injured one on top of another cushion.

"Now it's perfect" she smiled. "Thank you, Ben."

"You're welcome" he smiled back. "How is it going?" he asked, his fingers caressing her thigh but never getting close to the bandage. 

"I'm managing to not bore myself to death and it isn't hurting too much, so we can say that so far so good."

"Good, that's good. Is that how you are getting yourself entertained?" he said, nodding towards the table in front of them.

"Yep" June smiled. "I used to knit and crochet when I was a kid, my grandma taught me. The other day when she came to visit me she brought me some yarn and said that I could give it another go, so now I'm planning on making the girls some beanies for the winter."

"Can I get one too?" Ben asked with a cheeky smile.

"Seeing you wearing a beanie I myself made would be a dream come true to be honest, because no one wears them like you do. You look so freaking good." 

"I think this is the first time someone has complimented me by saying I look good wearing a beanie" he laughed.

"It is what it is" June shrugged. "Thank you for coming, by the way. And for the flowers."

"Did you like them?" 

"I loved them."

"Is that why you posed with them?" he asked.

"It was one of the reasons."

"May I ask what were the others?"

"Well, I… I wanted to you to see them to show you that I still think about you. That I regret everything that happened that day between us and after."

"You mean when you slept with Mason."

"Yes. I'm sorry, Ben" June whispered, looking down. "I'm surprised you are here, to be honest. I thought you would be mad at me and act as if I didn't exist like he is doing."

"Oh, I was mad. When he told me what had happened I got so angry… We both were angry. I don't know how we didn't end up hitting each other if I'm honest."

"That bad it was?" she asked.

"Yep. But then we cooled down, talked about everything properly, and things have kind of gone back to normal between us."

"Kind of?"

"He doesn't understand why I've forgiven you" Ben shrugged.

"You… you have?"

"I have, yes. I spoke with Lauren and she explained everything to me. About your ex, about how he broke your heart, and about how all that has affected you. That made me understand you a bit better, and even though I still am disappointed about what you did with Mase… I don't know. I can't be mad at you anymore."

"That kind of is what happened to me when you explained why you bullied me. Once I knew the reasons behind it, hating you was more difficult" June said with a shy smile.

"We can't change the past, but we can work on not making the same mistakes again."

"Yeah" she whispered. 

"Anyway, I brought you a present" Ben said, giving her the bag he had been carrying.

"You didn't have to."

"I know, but I wanted to. Open it" he smiled.

"Ok" June said, sitting up. Why were her hands shaking so much? Why was she so nervous? "Chilwell!"

"Do you like it?"

"A Kinder egg the size of my head? Of course I like it!" she laughed. 

"Just try not to eat it all in one go, ok? I want you at the World Cup."

"Do you think I'll make it?"

"I already said it on the note that I sent you, June. If there is someone who can make it, that's you" he said, giving her thigh a little squeeze. 

"Thank you, Ben. For everything. The flowers, the note, the egg, coming here today… And for forgiving me after I fucked up. Big time."

"Of course" he smiled. 

"Can I give you a hug?"

"Won't you hurt yourself?" 

"Maybe… I guess you'll have to come here and hug me" June shrugged, biting her lip to avoid smiling.

"Ok" Ben chuckled, laying down next to her on the sofa and hugging her from behind. "Are you comfortable like this?" he asked, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

"Very" June replied, interlacing her fingers with his. "Just don't let me fall, ok?"

"Never. I've got you, Maxwell." Now and always, Ben said to himself.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[possibilistfanfiction]

Oh my gosh! How have I just found this amazing tumblr? Please can I ask for any prompt from the AU in which they’re surgeons? Maybe domestic with their child or building to the ‘I love you?’ and maybe anything extra from 🐸?

[lil smth w their kiddo from surgeons au]

//

'hello, little dr. choi-silva.'

you roll your eyes with a laugh. 'hey, aunt cam.'

sometimes, when your moms are on overlapping shifts, you'll come to the hospital from school when you don't have violin or judo or tennis or something planned with your friends; you're old enough now to take the train, and they always let you hang out in the attendings lounge while you do your homework or watch something on your phone.

your aunt camila — a very fancy researcher, as you've come to understand as you got older, mostly because you've known her as your funny, kind, cool aunt since you were little — sits down next to you at the table.

'oh cool, trig. my favorite part of ninth grade.'

'ew.'

'hey, you can't drag math that much. i do all kinds of cool things with it, and your mom and i —'

'yeah, yeah, stem cells and rebuilding severed spinal cords. blah blah.'

'you were way nicer when you were four.'

'do you want to do my homework for me?'

your aunt camila laughs. 'i'm happy to do it with you, if you want.'

you, like, really don't want to do your math homework, but nora had wanted to come hang out at your house tomorrow and she makes you so nervous it's hard to focus. 'i want to get it done fast, so that would be sweet.' you scoot your chromebook and graph paper closer to your aunt. 'thank you.'

'does this speeding through math have anything to do with —' she looks around to make sure no one is listening, even though you're the only ones in the lounge — 'your girlfriend?'

horrifically you feel yourself blush. 'nora isn't — she's — ugh.'

'have you told your moms yet?'

'suddenly, trig seems so appealing.'

your aunt laughs but grants you a little grace, thank fucking god. you work for a while and, with your aunt explaining things patiently and clearly, you're just about to finish when both of your moms, a little surprisingly, come into the lounge.

'hey, tai,' your mama says, kissing you on the top of the head softly.

'what's up, kid?' your mom grins and squeezes your shoulder. you don't remember being adopted — you were just a baby anyway — but every time your mom smiles at you like that, or your mama gently corrects your form when you're sparring, or they both listen to you clumsily practice a new piece on the violin, before your fingers have gotten the hang of the notes you don't know yet — you think you're the luckiest person in the world.

your mom glances over your shoulder as your mama goes to, presumably, gather their things. 'one, my surgery got canceled — my patient had a fever, so you're stuck with both of us tonight.'

'however will i survive.'

your mom rolls his eyes. 'you're lucky you're cute.'

you know he knows you're kidding, but you still nudge his hip anyway and he ruffles your hair. 'two, did you finish your math?'

'i have, like, two more? but aunt cam helped a lot.'

'you knew your stuff all on your own,' she says, which is relatively generous but makes you feel better about your test in two weeks.

your mama comes over with her neat overnight duffel and your mom's messy cotton tote. 'does this efficiency with math have anything to do with your girlfriend coming over tomorrow?'

your aunt cam laughs — total traitor — and your mom grins, tapping. your chair with her cane when you groan and hide your face in your hands. 'i was gonna tell you guys, i swear.'

your mom rubs your back gently. 'you are your mother's daughter.'

'i'm adopted,' you whine.

your mama laughs. 'nurture is so strong, my love.'

she starts gathering your things too, straightening your backpack, and normally you would scoff and ask her to stop, because you're fourteen and way too old for that. but you love them both, a lot, and, like. your folders were out of the order you like — your class schedule, which your mama has memorized too — so you don't say anything.

'tai, since we're both off now, want to go get some pizza at roberta's?' she asks you, slipping into a fleece that's definitely your mom's — department of neurosurgery embroidered on it, but whatever. it's an enticing offer; your favorite.

'what's the catch.'

'we gotta put olives on half,' your mom says, handing you your coat as you stand.

'deal.'

'and you have to tell us about how you got together with nora.'

'i'm gonna run away. i swear.'

your moms and your aunt laugh — you love them so much you don't want to go to college out of the city; they're your favorite people in the whole entire world — but you pout for posterity. you grumble as you go to the car, and then while you're waiting in a booth for your order.

'out with it.' your mom grins.

your mama pats your hand and amends, 'if you're ready.'

you take a deep breath, but then you smile. 'okay, i've been dying to tell you guys.'

your moms grin.

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #surgeons au #man idk don't expect too much from this one lmao but #giving them a daughter...... the sentiment!

[our-transmasculine-experience]

hihi! hope you dont mind if i ramble for a bit, this has just been bothering me and i want other trans ppls opinions x')

so! i came out as trans to my mom back at the end of october, and after a bit she agreed to get me binder if i thought itd help me! we just stopped talking about it there though, so skip to recently where i was getting a bit upset easier (bcuz of the fun time) and i accidently told her i planned to stop it in the future, so she sat me down and basically told me that its just the media and internet getting to me. she said a whole lot of other things too, "everyone ive seen talk about top surgery regretted it" (its the least regretted surgery at 1% compared to 14% for others,,,,), "you still like nail polish! and you never showed signs of this when you were younger!", "its just how youre coping with the changes just like (honestly unrelated story)" and im probably forgetting some but,,, yeah. she said she'd still get me the binder if "itll get me over this" or smth but its really been messing with me,, i know how i feel but mmrrmm,,

so reminder for you and any other trans person who needs it! you are who you are, no matter what anyone says :) if you know youre trans, but someone says otherwise then give them the death stare <3

(dont hate on my mom too much shes a very good mom at every other point)

i’m really sorry that your mom did this!

but yes very valid reminder. frankly, death stare is quite kind.

#transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #transmasc #queer #trans #ftm #trans guy #trans boy #trans man

[saytrrose]

Do you feel comfortable telling us what happened at your parents' house?

Sure! But be prepared for a long ramble.

My stepmom is a really conservative transphobic narcissist.

My housing plan this year is a tiny room freshman dorm and had a bed, closet and desk. I share it with my bestfriend, Kayla.

My housing plan NEXT year has been decided, I am going to move into a 4 room apartment style dorm, where we all have our own rooms, 2 people each share a bathroom, and we even have a living/kitchen area. I’m very excited!!!

I broke the news to my parents, and said that Kayla and I would share a bathroom on one half of the dorm, and our friends Micheal and Brayden would share the other side.

She expressed concern over two “girls” being with two “guys” and I told her it would be fine because both Brayden and Micheal are gay men, and are engaged to eachother too. To which when she heard this she was “oh okay.”

But then she brought up the possibility of the housing office not allowing us to be co-ed, girls and boys sharing a apartment style dorm together and I had Micheal’s permission to tell my mother that he was a transman, meaning he is afab, to ease her nerves. I explained that the housing office obviously did not care as long as we all knew eachother and agreed on it.

She then proceeded to rant on how gender is so confusing, and for 2 days straight refused to use Micheal’s name, instead referring to him as “the girl who wants to be a boy.”

I told her that it’s not complicated at all, and she asked me “So are they gay or straight?” And I told them they are gay men, which I had already told you prior. She then asked me “well has the wannabe boy had any surgeries?” And that’s when I started to genuinely get pissed off.

I said “First, that’s an inappropriate question to ask. What would you do if a random person kept inquiring on your genitals? It’d be an issue wouldn’t it?” To which she then interrupted me, saying “Oh so they don’t. Yeah I thought so. So they are straight until they get surgery.”

I told her that we are in COLLEGE and that’s a lot of money, time and healing to take into account and Micheal is infact on hormones and looks his gender, acts his gender, sounds like his gender, and so on. I then decided to de-stress, and promptly left the whole house to go on a walk which apparently to her, was very inconsiderate and rude.

On top of all that, she consistently helicopters over me, anytime I touch my phone she’s “what are you doing.” “Who are you texting.” “What are you texting them.” “Why are you doing that on your phone.”

One time I went to my room for a singular hour to go through some of the things I packed and got at the thrift store, just deciding what to leave home and take with me you know, nothing big. I walked out once dinner was done, and she loves to use a bitchy voice and say “look who came out of their room.” “Look who’s alive and decided to join us.” And when I try to say I was literally gone for a fucking hour she accuses me of being too “antisocial.”

Also, we have 5 dogs at our house. Almost all are abused. They live in kennels constantly unless they are ushered outside to potty. There is Jax, poor old man is 14 and has prostate cancer. He has severe arthritis as well and struggles to walk. There is Shepherd, he has one big tumor on his spine and about 5 itty bitty ones around it too- but all non-cancerous. Past his hip bones he is hairless due to skin irritation and scratching/biting. Then there is Mac, the golden lovely child of the house who is the only one not in a kennel ever, roams the house, only one allowed on furniture and more. There is Charlotte, a hurricane Harvey rescue who is a gorgeous and pretty cocker spaniel/poodle. She’s pure black for the exception of white paws and a white heart on her chest. She’s super sweet but gets screamed at everyday for whining in the kennel but good news!! My friend Kayla is in the process of adopting her to help get her out of the house and into a better home. Then there is Pickles, my poor baby that my stepmom hates the most. Just yesterday she was scolded for curling up next to me which was apparently “possessive behavior” so she took her shoe off and beat her in in face 4 times until she was whining and barking- and then got yelled at for getting defensive and snapping once at her.

It’s horrible.

Did I mention all of this is in the span of 24 hours?

More that happened, my stepmom asking me to constantly check the mail to see if my VA check has come in. It comes the first week of each month- sure, but calm down I don’t need to check 3 times a day. Also she only cares so much because my stepmom is blind, is jealous everyone else is putting an effort into their lives and is desperate for some ounce of control and wants us to give her money for her smoking addiction.

Also my check didn’t come in LOL but that’s alright, my awesome sister said she’ll swing but next weekend and snatch it up for me.

It’s just exhausting. Thats just ONE day there- I can’t imagine what summer is going to be like. My sister gave me the idea to get a job like my stepmom wants, but get it here in my college town so I don’t have to be home. Which is genius!! Pickles stays with me, safe and not getting abused. (She’s so scared of everything when she’s home, and it’s so hard to try to help her heal from ptsd when it’s recurring- ik if I do this it will be best for her.) AND I don’t have to be there which fucks with my own mental health.

Also, stepmom isn’t trying to get my money. That’s nice too.

Sorry guys this is more so a vent now, but hey if you read this far than thanks for listening 😭

#vent #ramble #rambles

[creachureboy]

Intimacy with da scout <3

Notes:

nsfw but it doesnt get that far in

trans man reader w gender dysphoria that scout soothes

Transmasc scout, post top surgery

transmasc soldier

Referring to reader's chest mostly just as "chest" and "breast"

Scout touches reader's chest

biting but its gentle

Just two trans people being lovey and goofy <3

"I'm in love with you," you blurted.

You could feel Jeremy's lips on your neck curl into a smile, followed by his hot breath. "Just how many times do ya plan to tell me that tonight?" He moved to cup your cheeks in his palms. "I'm in love with you too, I, uh- I figured ya wouldn't be on my bed and on my lap lettin' me all be over you if ya weren't. And if I weren't."

He made your heart feel so warm, but your ability to form sentences was failing you. All you could do was stare at him, right at his cheeks tinted beautifully pink, at his dimples as he smiled, at the way he gazed right back at you..

Jeremy chuckled. "You're so handsome, you know that? I think I could stare at you all night long and I'd still be happy." He moved his hands to your hips, looking up at you like you were the only other person in the world. "Y'know, I- uh- I told my Ma a lot about you."

Your cheeks were rosy as you played with his hair. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her about how you ran into me in the middle of the night and thought I was a ghost."

"That was one time! One!"

He laughed softly, admiring how flustered you got. "Yeah, I know, I'm just messin' with ya, toots. What I actually told her was about how sweet you are, how funny you are.. Like, I ain't never met no one as sweet as you, what the hell?" He glanced to the side, smiling sheepishly. "And you're so smart too, you're talented, and-" he chuckled and looked at you again, "you also screamed and threw rock at me when you thought I was a gho-"

"Shut up!"

You both laughed, and everything about this made you feel so safe. Jeremy was holding you close, you were holding him. It was just you two in his room, the stresses of the day long forgotten. It was like just having him around made everything better.

He ran a hand up your shirt, trailing his fingers up your back slowly as he kissed your neck again. "Man, I just- I'm so glad I have you."

You put your hands on his shoulders. "Jer, look at me."

Jeremy silently followed through, his eyes widening but quickly relaxing when you pressed your lips against his. His hands rose farther up your back as he pressed your chests together, until you tensed.

You weren't wearing your binder.

He quickly noticed your reaction, pulling away a little to examine your features. "Everythin' alright, toots?"

"Yeah- well, no," you stammered, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt, "I'm not wearing my binder."

"Yeah, and?" He moved his hands to massage your hips. "That don't make ya any less of a man-" he pecked your lips, "my man." He paused. "But, uh, if you really don't-"

"Can I see your scars again?"

He looked at you dumbly. "The ones from the bread or the stairs?"

"The-" you chuckled, "wait, the what? I was gonna ask to see your top surgery scars."

"Oh! Yeah, alright!" He hooked his hands on the collar of his shirt, eagerly pulling it up over his head before puffing out his chest. "Y'know, Medic does some pretty good gender surgery."

You echoed him. "Gender surgery."

"Yeah, isn't that what it's called?"

You hummed an absentminded "mhm", running your thumbs against the healed scars.

"Hey."

You were still looking down at his chest, this time humming a "hmm?"

And next thing you knew, you felt a hand on your chin, and suddenly your eyes were fixed on Jeremy's.

"I, uh, I hope you ain't uncomfortable with your body when you're with me. I see the way you're lookin' at my scars, and I completely get that feeling, but-" he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, "we all see you as a man, got it? Me, and all the other mercs, just- you don't gotta worry about not being accepted here, alright?"

You couldn't tell if you were relieved or in disbelief. Unsure where to look, you buried your face in Jeremy's neck. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. And dude, remember that time Soldier just fucken- ripped his shirt off on a control point and yelled at the top of his lungs? Like, tits out and everything?"

You chuckled. "Yeah. Had no idea the guy was trans till he did that."

"Lucky." Jeremy sighed. "I found out when I had the misfortune of comin' across his stinky ass binder. Dude seriously just left it on the table. Like, the one we all eat at. It was fuckin gross." He paused, waving a hand around behind your head as if to clear away an invisible thought bubble. "Wait no, that ain't my point. My point is, y'know how many people misgendered Soldier? After the tits out and binder table incident?"

You shrugged, leaning back to look at him. "One or two?"

"Zero. Literally. So ya don't gotta be worried." He flashed you a smile. "These guys are real accepting. I mean, the lot of them are still assholes-" he chuckled, "but I like 'em. Wouldn't be surprised if more of them were queer too."

"..Jeremy?"

His fingers were drawing circles on your lower back. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too," he answered immediately, smiling warmly at you.

"I, uhm-" you paused for a moment to think. You knew you could trust him, but you were nervous. But you figured, might as well bite the bullet, and it wasn't like his opinion of you would change if you said it. You were always gonna be his man, you knew that. But-

"What's up?"

"Can you touch my chest?"

"What?"

"Like, under my shirt?"

Jeremy fell silent, but you could tell he was hiding his excitement. "You mean it?"

You looked down and to the side, as if his bedsheet was suddenly the most interesting thing on the planet. "Well, i mean like, take it slow. But I'm thinking, you're right. My body doesn't change how you think of me, so- well-" your eyes made your way back to his, "why should I be hiding it from you?"

He was grinning at you like a schoolboy. One hand on your hip, he ran his other hand slowly up your stomach. "I love you. I- uh- I'm-" he chuckled nervously, trying to catch your eye contact again, "I'm so glad you trust me like that."

And soon enough, his hand came in contact with your chest, and he watched your reaction. He watched as you seemed nervous, and nearly pulled away until you leaned into his touch.

"You okay?"

"Uh," you started, your voice soft, "I'll always be your man.. right?"

"Of course." He continued to caress your chest gently. "You're my boyfriend." He leaned forward to kiss your neck, using his thumb and forefinger to give your nipple some attention. "Ain't nothin' gonna change that. You'se my man." Another kiss. "And I'm yours."

You let out a sigh, both out of relief and also out of pleasure of the sensations he was giving you.

Jeremy noticed how you liked it, bringing his other hand up your shirt to massage your chest and sides. He spoke softly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, as he asked, "can I see your body?"

You hesitated for a moment. "Okay, but, um-"

"I'm sure you look handsome as hell."

And you were swayed, quickly pulling your shirt up above your head and holding onto it nervously.

But all your boyfriend could do, apart from mumbling a specific type of "holy shit" usually only reserved for the few times he managed to outsmart Spy, was lean forward and kiss you. Not only on your lips. He kissed everywhere he saw. Like a puppy with separation anxiety who hadn't seen their owner in 10 minutes.

You chuckled. "Jeremy-"

"Mmh?" He hummed, not bothering to stop. His lips made their way from your cheek,

to kiss along your jawline,

to leave kisses and nibbles down your neck,

to running along your collarbone,

to biting lightly on your shoulder,

to kissing down your sternum,

and then finally, finally, on your chest. He kissed and nibbled along your skin, before licking at your nipple as if it were a sweet candy. He used his free hand to play with your other breast, giving you all the attention he could.

You squeaked in pleasure, melting under his touch as your heart raced. With how close Jeremy was to you, you were certain he could hear it - feel it.

"Mmh, baby," he whispered in your chest before locking eye contact with you, giving you a teasing look, "you enjoyin' yourself?"

Your eyes darted to the side for a moment, a mix of embarassment and trying to figure out what to say. You looked back at him, grinning sheepishly as you mustered only a mumbled, "yeah."

Jeremy smiled at you warmly, moving to rest his head on your shoulder and holding you close, pressing your bare chests together. "I love you-" he kissed your ear, "my man. My one and only."

Your shoulders relaxed a little, you having no recollection of when they tensed in the first place. "Your one and only?"

He leaned back to look at you, booping your nose with each word. "My. One. And. Only."

#scout tf2 x reader #scout x you #scout x reader #scout tf2 #tf2 #trans man reader #transmasc scout

[athetos]

Okay here’s the very rough outline of my baru cormorant x locked tomb crossover…. If you have suggestions let me know… Major spoilers for both book series. Also I want to clarify this isn’t going to be a very long multi-chapter thing, I’m hoping to keep this under control and have it be a collection of scenes in chronological order that cover everything. Like I’m absolutely wanting to keep this below 20k words so it doesn’t destroy me.

Taranoke is a planet destroyed and flipped by the lyctors and the cohort. One of the lyctors, Farrier, realizes baru had a spark of necromantic ability and saves her (promising to protect her parents) and sends her to a top necromantic school. Without the knowledge of the emperor (renascent) he secretly trains her when he visits and keeps an eye on her progress. She is given Muire lo as a cavalier, and becomes fast friends with Aminata, the cavalier to croftare. Throughout her studies, baru learns more and more about how the nine houses are run, and decides to overthrow them from the inside, with the ultimate goal of killing all the lyctors and the emperor, so that no more planets are flipped and the war can end. Upon graduation, baru is sent to the ninth house to become their sole necromancer, as the previous ones have all died of a deadly pox, and is told a chance to ‘ascend’ will be sent her way in due time.

There, she of course meets tain Hu, as well as oathsfire, Lyxaxu, and Unuxekome, among others. Midway through her stay, as she’s working to restore the ninth house to its former glory, Muire lo becomes ill and dies. Heartbroken, baru hides away to grieve, before being forced at last to pick a replacement cavalier. As oathsfire and some of the other dukes are all cavaliers with significant experience with their late necromancers, it’s expected she’ll choose one of them, but she instead picks Tain Hu. This is not only because she trusts her beyond any other, but also because she hopes the taboo of a necro/cav relationship will make her crush on her go away (it doesn’t, not at all.)

They of course get the invitation to Canaan house. Aminata and croftare are there, somewhat taking the role of palamedes and Camilla, and the third house is Yawa and olake. Cytherea is a member of the cancrioth, haven’t settled on one in particular. Things go much as they did in GTN, except Yawa is also forced to eat olake’s soul, not willingly, which devastates her. Plus, croftare dies without a plan like palamedes did, but Aminata survives. Baru has solved the lyctor theorem, has at a point probably known for a while and just repressed it, but comes up with a desperate and wild gambit. Meanwhile, When Hu sacrifices herself, Baru tells her she has a plan, and will see her soon. After defeating the rogue lyctor, baru writes the letters to her future self, and ropes Yawa into helping her do brain surgery, with Yawa firmly on her side in contrast to ianthe, as she also wants revenge for being forced to use up her brother.

The lyctors are farrier (cav unknown), hesychast (with iscend as his cav, who takes over his body occasionally like Pyrrha did to g1deon), svirakir (iraji was his cav), yawa and her cav, and tain shir (unknown cav). Baru feels a massive headache when she sees shir, and to a lesser extent, yawa. Shir tries to kill baru, but not because she’s told to by the emperor, but for revenge since she knows baru consumed her cousin’s soul, which confuses baru because she has no idea why shir is doing what she’s doing. Nobody else tells her why, just is cryptic about it thinking she’s insane, and yawa can’t tell her without compromising the plan. Instead of Camilla meeting her on one of the planets, Aminata meets her and Yawa instead, as she was given instructions to by baru, who thought of everything even if she can’t remember it. She took Hu’s body from Canaan house, and upon seeing it baru remembers everything. With yawa’s help, they heal Hu’s body with lyctor powers and insert Hu’s soul. This gives their souls a connection where baru can use some lyctor abilities while Hu can do her own thing, and they have telepathy across even large distances, and Hu can use some of Baru’s necromantic stuff, too.

Yawa had managed to get a blood sample from the emperor, and gives it to Hu and Aminata. While baru and Yawa continue to deceive the emperor, Aminata and Hu travel to the ninth house and use her newfound connection with baru and the vial of blood to break into the locked tomb. With telepathy, they coordinate the perfect moment, when the emperor is vulnerable from a resurrection beast attack, to unseal the Body. As the beast and the Body attack renascent at the same time, they are forced into the stoma and banished. The resurrection beasts pass on, now that their revenge is sated, and farrier is killed in the process. Shir of course is now on their side, and iscend takes permanent control over hesychast, and svirakir disappears. The nine houses as they know it is completely toppled, the secret to lyctorhood is kept hidden forever, and they work to help everyone heal and eventually thrive without their influence. They try to return life to Taranoke, and the what was the ninth house is restored to its former glory. Baru, Hu, and Aminata are in a polycule. The end <3

#I’m going nuts… #my writing #saving here so I can refer to this when I actually start writing it #tlt #baru cormorant #tlt spoilers #baru cormorant spoilers #baruposting

[doberbutts]

Hope this isn't a weird thing to say but thank you for articulating your feelings on the "why would trans men want to be cis" ask, since mine are similar, and I've been feeling a bit alienated by how commonplace it became to either be bewildered by or outright mock trans guys who have a less positive and more stereotypical experience. It's been making me feel extremely lonely and kind of guilty. So it's nice to see someone express some things I'm scared of talking about.

Honestly I really don't know what's happened to trans social media. It's always been a bit of a shitshow and a train wreck but it just seems like nowadays we're so disconnected across generations rather than weaving our interconnected lives together and recognizing that with changing attitudes and culture comes generational changed approaches to trans-ness.

The trans woman who mentored me had such a compelling story, that nowadays I feel if she had her story played out as a movie people would consider her very character transphobic and transmisogynistic. But she's real, that's her life, her past and her present and her future, and she existed during a time that many my age can barely remember and those younger than us can barely comprehend. That was just how trans people existed back then.

And I personally harp on this every pride with my own experience. It took me until 2014 for me to see a trans man in mainstream media. I could go and deliberately seek out LGBT media and find one, sure, but just out there in the wild on a game that I'd bought? On a wildly popular franchise that most people had at least heard of if not played? Seeing him explain who and what he was, was amazing to me. I wish it'd come before I turned 22.

We still have a long way to go, but now there's nonbinary characters on cartoon network and lesbian weddings and gay kisses on nick. Disney announced their first homosexual couple scene or character every couple of months. I accepted, when I decided I wanted to transition, that once I changed my gender marker that I wouldn't be able to get married. Now I can, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it, because I'd made my peace with marriage being a probable impossibility.

My mentor wrote a letter for me that I will never need, to prove that I really am transgender. Instead I walk into a gender clinic and walk out with a new testosterone prescription and a 6-month 12-month plan for top surgery and a hysto.

Transitioning means something different to me than it does to people only a few years younger. To some of them, my life, my perception, my reality is transphobic and misogynistic. I've been told that to my face. I've been blocked over it. I've been harassed over it.

But it doesn't change anything. I'm a binary trans guy who wishes he was cis, who if I thought I could go stealth and actually succeed I would in a heartbeat, and I'm only open about it because I don't think it's possible for me to not be. None of that is shameful. That's just what being transgender looks like to me.

[bibookmerm]

wow, okay. (nerves, having a scary convo with parents today, bad dream)

Today, my cousin will drive me up to my parents house so I can tell them I'm having top surgery.

My expectation is they will take this POORLY. My reasoning for telling them vs. not is it's a courtesy to let them know I am undergoing a major surgery. I feel I owe them that much. And, as I told my roommate, "keeping huge secrets makes me want to die." The stress of hiding shit eats me up too much.

I am also BAD AT LYING. Unless it's something small and innocuous. shit like back in high school I would say "no, I don't have much homework" NOT "wdym of course I still have tits."

.

So I dreamt last night that I was at their house with my wife C instead of my cousin S. (in reality, my wife works nights, she won't be there.) My mom misgendered me and I held my tongue. I went to the bathroom and saw the bath tub was full of bloody water (cool. great. /s) Next thing i knew my wife and i were going to bed in my childhood bedroom, staying the night, and I never had the talk with my parents. I started crying and said I let my cousin down. I checked my phone in the dream and I had never even called or texted S to let her know C was driving me instead. :( dream!wife was reassuring like she would be in real life. which was the one bright spot.

.

So. Idk, y'all. Any time I have A Talk like this with my parents, they get angry and sad, or they disengage entirely and try very hard not to talk about the subject. Just mutter something defensive and avoid looking at me. They did that when all I did was ask them to call me he/him pronouns. They are both very uneasy with my transness.

Whatever they say (or avoid saying), my cousin is there for moral support and to drive the getaway car if necessary. I'm telling them on my own terms. I have imagined everything they could say a hundred times before now. Finally, I'll get some peace of mind and KNOW what they say.

I'm glad I woke up from that dream and I get to say no more hiding, I'm doing this. On some level this feels UNSAFE, but my parents haven't physically hurt/endangered me before and are very unlikely to tonight. They may yell at me, guilt trip me, try to convince me to cancel the surgery, but that's it. It will fuck me up emotionally, but I can handle it. And, again, escape route is planned, just in case. Wish me luck. ☆

[m0nsterjuice-art]

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

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

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

oh I'm happy you asked!

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

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

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

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

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

Springtrap: really now?

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

Springtrap: yes? do tell.

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

S: trans as in transsexual, yes?

A: outdated term, but yeah.

S: really now?

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

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

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

S: do you plan to have-

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

S: wha- ah, Uhh..

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

S: ?!?...

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

S: ....

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

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

A: here. hands a whiskey flask

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

A: you want it or what big guy?

S: ....

S: drinks

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

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

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