#ye olde top surgery

[rimbaudofficial]

all good, already got it read, thank u

hi trans ofmd writers, do you want to do me, also a trans ofmd writer, a solid and sensitivity read a piece for an exchange (you can't be in the exchange as I understand it)?

it's canon-era Ouizzy.

#ouizzy #izzy x frenchie #izzy hands #our flag means death #ofmd izzy #trans izzy hands #ye olde top surgery #beta request #sensitivity reader

[marcmorrigan]

@fenglianweek day 6: memories/growing up

the best thing thats ever been mine

#tgcf #xie lian #feng xin #fenglian #fenglianweek24 #my art #full color #I SPENT SOOO LONG ON THIS ONE... like not long for me. fast for me! but compared to the other ones ive done for flw. long. #this has been a few weeks of work and im very happy with how it turned out! tried to be thoughtful about how i approached the colors #and i think it really paid off! theres SO MANY COLORS in the pants im so proud of all the fabric in this... #that white fabric has so. many colors. it makes me super happy #also some of the fallen petals make hearts. btw >:o) #idk if they translate well but feng xin has top surgery scars!!! theyre both trans but xie lian is a cultivator so. he just uses magic #i KNOW when he first learned transformation magic he like BOOKED IT to feng xin to show him like 'LOOK. FLAT!!!' #and little teenxin was like 'ummm 😳 yeah. flat' #ANYWAY!!! idk if they actually look like teens here... hopefully yes. xie lian does to me at least??? #or at least he looks different from how i draw him as an 800smthng year old lol. but still like himself i think!!! i hope... #whatever. point is. do you remember we were sitting there by the water. you put your arm around me for the first time. you made a rebel of #the tags cut me off there. thats a good thing. IF YOU KNOW. YOU KNOW. #did you guys know i have headcanons about the type of tswift fans mu qing and xie lian would be. well now you know. I Have Thoughts #OKAY THATS ENOUGH TAGS I NEED TO ACTUALLY POST THIS. ILY MUAH TTYL

[autism-swagger]

Love loses 💔

#waugh #yes I'm aware that the anatomy is a bit wonky. it's 3:40 am so I don't care. #top surgery's your Tara btw. if you even care #yes there's no way you'd be able to tell. but rest assured #this is a redraw of an old drawing #I might reblog with the original who knows #my art #Tara tag #horror tag

[meatshowers]

*seasoned transsexual voice* kiddo the thing about being trans is this;

Only do surgery in the winter. Summer is bad. Summer is evil.

*claps you on the shoulder*

#credentials: 2 and 8 months on t #yes that is a joke im not old #and im not experienced but ive now done top surgery in the summer and now in the winter #avoid summer at all costs #me #transmasc #top surgery

[quatregats]

Finals are nigh I am thinking about the Solomon a Gaenor fic again time is a circle

#honestly it's because when i was first thinking about it in december i made the most banger playlist for it #and i have been listening to that again as Comforting Background Music and hence thinking about it #i should write down the names of their five children in the doc before i actually forget them #i don't think i'm going to write it but it is a good excuse to push me to think about welsh and wales more often #and who knows. i think it would make a great messy soap opera 100k word unfinished fic on ye olde ao3 #perce rambles #also on a different note i reread what i have of the stephen doing top surgery on hornblower fic and i'm upset at how good it is #why do they all sound in character why does it actually have a functional plot who wrote this #now i need to insert The Navy's Most Intense Game Of Piquet: Trans Feelings Edition™ and also several more scenes but aaaaaa #very very excited for when that sees the light of day (probably won't be for like another year lol. there's a reason why it's cohesive) #anyways here's your silly fic update. also doing the stephen/jack famous flower of serving men but that one's cooking slowly too. we'll see

[werewolf-transgenderism]

all your pride art is beautiful! Thank you so much for making it. And I love how everyone gives Roach breasts just so he can have the joy of chopping them off, it's like an enrichment activity.

thank youuuuu 💕 i think we were all influenced by that art from very early on where Roach was showing Jim his top surgery scars lmao

#in this household we love and supprt roach’s ye olde top surgery clinic

[addysfandomdump]

More people need to give transmasc teen characters (headcanon or not) visible boobs (ice cream trucks hovers over me) AND NOT BE WEIRD ABOUT IT.

#how where and why does the 15 year old have top scars. how could he afford those. what surgeon is doing major operations on kids. #yes this is about sonic how'd you guess #top scars are beautiful don't get me wrong but i'd like to see no-op transmascs too #either because they can't afford it or they don't want it #this is why i give knuckles boobs. that echidna 1. wouldn't care about his chest and 2. not trust any surgery in the slightest #really talks!

[feedingonthegoore]

when will a fic come along that includes ghost and trans guys....

#no i can not read female characters and pretend it's a trans guy #i need /trans/ man stuff #i can't read cis men stuff either and pretend #anyway i guess i'm left to write my own copia fics #which will suck but i mean....no one else is gonna do it lmao #that's what sucks about being one of the only dudes in my friend fandom group #everything's female centered which ya know more power to you but for once i'd love to read about copia helping with a guy's shot #or helping him out of his binder #or kissing top surgery scars #hello yes i have ideas #maybe i'll repost my lil fics i wrote on my old account #anyway ignore me i'm just thinkin on tumblr

[jedi-bird]

Mother in law called me fat today. I'm literally done helping anyone in this family ever again.

#the amount of anger and rage I'm trying to suppress this afternoon is phenomenal #i keep having to remind myself that i can't fit an old woman and that we live in the house she owns #i literally just walked away trying not to scream #but of course I'm being too sensitive because 'she's an old lady and can say whatever she wants' #like yes i know I've gained a lot of weight in the last 15 years #I've had numerous health issues some of which have bedridden me for months at a time #there's been a pandemic that kept me confined to the house #I'm on medications that all have weight gain as their top side effect #i had surgery which probably saved my life but kept be inactive for months #I'm starting to lose weight very slowly now but I'm never going to be back to what i used to be #15 years ago i was at an unhealthy weight and felt sick all the time #i was also severely anemic and used to pass out a lot #normally something like this wouldn't have hit so hard but after the dream this morning I'm in a bad place mentally #i don't know if i want to scream or cry #I'm seriously done helping and she's on her own from now on

[rimbaudofficial]

I love the big, stylized, this-was-a-jagged-wound top surgery scars fan artists give canon-era izzy!

#trans izzy hands #ye olde top surgery

[inkskinned]

there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.

it is harder.

it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.

it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?

it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister

on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving

it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.

i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.

it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.

#wish this was better written!!! but im sleepy!! #writeblr #pride #lgbt #but for real please help me make these lesbian wings. gonna get the supplies tomorrow . i have #no sewing machine but know how to hand sew #have never done a good job with tie dye so idk why im just runnin with it #ps im specifically going to boston pride next weekend come hang out with me

[vaspider]

Last year I wrote about what happened at Pride when a couple of kids didn't understand why us older folx were so bitter about Reagan.

This year, I have something a little softer.

Someone who looked a little older than me came up to the booth wearing a pink t-shirt proclaiming him one of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, San Francisco chapter. As I was ringing him up, I asked if he'd been involved for a while.

"Yes," he said, "for a bit," in that way us middle-aged people do when we're sort of wincing and feeling old.

"Okay, well," I said, sitting at my register in my queer booth full of queer clothes and patches and pins, topless in public for the first time. (I had pasties on for my own comfort bc I was working, but I live in the city of the Naked Bike Ride, and I took full advantage). My baby brother and both of my partners ran around behind me, my brother wearing a loose tank top that makes his scars visible.

"I need to tell you that you all helped keep me alive."

He blinked at me as I continued, "I was a kid in high school in the early 90s. I lived in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania, and what you all were doing was so loud and so out there that even I heard about your work. It was one of the things that kept me alive. So thank you, and please thank the rest of the Sisters."

I heard about them through people in my parents' church complaining about them, and then I sought more information through the beginning of the internet, through newspapers, through anything I could find. I found the cover of Newsweek that one of the Sisters was on. I read about their "exorcism" of fundamentalist preachers whose books sat on the shelf in my parents' basement and probably still do. I saw how loud and colorful and unapologetically queer they were.

The knowledge that someone was out there, so full of defiant joy, refusing the shame that people kept trying to put on them? Oh, that kept me alive. I saw them, and I knew I could make it through. I wrapped my hands around that knowledge, and I held on so tight.

It took me a long time - a long, long time - to unwind most of it for myself and get to the point where my fat butch ass was sitting bare-chested in the July breeze, looking up at him as he held out his arms and said "you're actually giving me chills." I answered, "I mean every word. You helped keep me alive. So thank you."

I never know what to say when people come up to me in public and tell me that I helped them or changed their life in some way. I appreciate it, and I genuinely love the people who apologized for "fanpersoning" at me last weekend, I just never know what to say. I'm incredibly grateful that the Sister I spoke to was incredibly gracious, saying "usually we give blessings, but I feel like you blessed me." Another member of the party let me pet their tiny dog, who was not very interested in me, and that's okay. It was an overwhelming day. Then, they moved on.

Me? I'm still sitting with the fact that I looked last weekend into the faces of people who didn't know they were holding my head above water, and that I got to tell them the work they do matters. It's a rare thing to get to tell someone, "You saved me," and I'm treasuring it.

Last weekend, I wore my new battle vest with nothing underneath it, unless it was too hot, and then I just sat in my chair, chatting and ringing ppl out with my skin free to the air. I decided last year that top surgery isn't for me, but that also I'm going to love this body unapologetically, and it's no less a transmasculine body because the soft new dark hair on my belly isn't accompanied by pink scars along my ribs.

I didn't get here on my own. I got here because someone else cut through the undergrowth ahead of me so I could take another step forward. Here I am, decades later, still taking step after step, one at a time, and trying to lay paving stones behind me.

Last weekend was another step along that way, another step through unwinding the fear and shame and sadness that my parents and their church built into me. Another step out of hating myself for hiding parts of myself for so long, for acting out in other ways to distract people from my queerness, for feeling so much guilt when other people tell me I'm brave, because I know how much of myself I hid for how long because I was a coward, because I was afraid.

Another step into expiating stigmatic guilt.

#sisters of perpetual indulgence

[theexorcistiii]

Hi does any1 know a good place to donate used binders

#alternatively: do any of you need a free binder #i can’t bind anymore & ALSO I’m getting top surgery in January very exciting yes so my2 old binders need a new home !

[its-yashas-strong-arms]

gd grant me the strength not to try out a new name, i haven't even come to terms with the fact that i'm allowed to be nonbinary but will always be perceived as a woman

#me: haha no im not trans! [binds chest] [fantasizes about top surgery but isn't sure i actually want it] [tiktok beard filter euphoria] #psa style video: so you've been using they/them but are still being perceived as female. #me: [fantasizes about going on t] #being Clearly afab and going by the name I'm thinking of would be a power move though. like that trans woman who's called Dylan. i love her #anyway yes i know these all don't Necessarily signify gender don't @ me with tiktok discourse i'm too old for that

[fandomnerd9602]

Scarlet Delivery

a Scarlet Webs story

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

Wanda was hyperventilating. Her cell phone was buzzing just waiting for you to pick it up.

“Hello?” You manage to answer.

“Detka, where are you?!” She managed to say in between her hyperventilating breaths.

“Currently…rush hour” you said sticking to the front of a police car. The perp was Mac Gargan. “You shouldn’t worry, baby. I’ll be there.”

“Promise?” Wanda said, tears streaming down her cheek.

“I promise.” A gunshot went off. You narrowly dodged a bullet, “gotta go. Hey! Can’t you see I was taking a phone call!?”

And with that you had to hang up and jump back into the fray. You hated having to do patrol without Wanda. But circumstances had changed the flow and now you were solo again. Nothing changes when you’re the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Meanwhile, Wanda’s tears were still flowing as a portal opened behind her. And out of the portal comes this universe’s Doctor Stephen Strange.

“It’s time,” he says gesturing for your lovey witch to follow. She does so, all the while hoping that you’d keep your promise.

You land on the hood of Mac Gargan’s stolen vehicle. “License and registration, sir?”

Blam! Another shot goes off, you jump onto the roof of the car. A couple more shots ring out. You dodge each bullet flawlessly.

“Can we wrap this up?” You mockingly whine, “I have prior engagements!”

You web up Mac and yank him out the car, webbing him to a nearby streetlight. The car barrels towards a nearby crosswalk where a little old lady with a Walker is currently trying to cross.

“Of all the times!” You jump onto the hood and spray it with various webs before jumping onto the back and yanking the car back with all your might, bringing the car to a dead halt mere inches from the elderly lady.

You give a quick salute and swing off. You knew the location. You knew where Wanda was gonna be. It was all a piece of cake right?

Well then came the Vulture. He tries to slice at you once, twice. “Not now Toomes! I have some place to be.”

“Yes. The morgue!” He tries slicing at you again. You swing thru Times Square and web the winged foe in a giant spider web.

“Yo! Spidey!” A citizen calls out to you.

“Yeah?”

“Where’s your lady? The Witch?”

“I’m trying to get to her now!” You call out before swinging off again into the city. Why did it have to be on the other end of New York?

You land on a rooftop. You quickly web a couple silk lines to your suit, forming a makeshift pair of wings.

“I’m coming Wanda,” you shoot out two web lines and slingshot yourself across the city. Catching a wind current, you sail thru the open air of the city.

You see your destination: the Sanctum Sanctorum. You dive bomb and land right in front of the building. Wong quickly answers the door.

“How far?” You ask.

“You made it just in time.” He smiles and leads the way. You nearly run the way to the little room.

You run in to find Wanda in a relaxed position, still hyperventilating. Nine months pregnant and she still looked beautiful as ever. Dr Strange was readying his medical scrubs.

“Detka!” Wanda exclaims, tears of joy streaming down her face. You run up to her, kissing her gently.

“I promised I’d be here, right?” You ask with a little smirk. Wanda giggles and kisses you again.

“Okay Wanda,” Strange intones, “it’s time. Now push.”

“Sure you got this, Doc?” You ask.

“It’s not surgery. I’m just catching the babies. I won’t drop them.”

“Drop them and I will kill you” Wanda say through gritted teeth.

“I believe you” Strange answers back. “Now focus and push.”

It ended up taking the rest of the day and into the night but Wanda delivered two healthy baby boys. You and her were so excited.

“My boys,” Wanda said with fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. “Billy. Tommy.”

“They’re amazing,” you kiss the top of Wanda’s head, “thank you baby.”

“Thank you. I love them so much already,” Wanda let out a little tired laugh. She actually had her boys in her arms. This wasn’t some conjured up version of them. This wasn’t some other universe’s version of them. This was them, flesh and blood. She had a loving spouse, two handsome little babies, a nice little home in Queens.

Wanda finally had the life she always wanted. And best yet, she got to have it with you, her Spider Monkey.

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#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet webs #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #wanda maximoff imagine #spider man #multiverse of madness

[tsimvkas]

jude bellingham — blurb #1

You sighed in content when Jude’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

He came back from training twenty minutes ago, still wearing the Real Madrid clothes after showering in the club’s training center, and found you laying on his sofa, almost sleeping.

You barely heard when he opened the front door, kicked off his shoes and walked to his kitchen, unaware of your presence since you didn’t say you’d be waiting for him.

After drinking a whole bottle of water, Jude slowly walked to his living room, checking his phone until he noticed your body curled up on the sofa, startling for two seconds before realising it was you.

“Babe?” he gently called once he was closer to you, only receiving a hum in response. Lying by your side, he looked for a comfortable position and tugged you against his body. “Uhm, exactly the kind of surprises I like receiving”

“I missed you” you groaned, still sleepy. Jude tucked his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent.

“I’m home now, princess. Are you hungry?”

“Yes, but don’t go yet” you turned to face him, one of your hands going straight to his hair and your leg over his waist.

Jude laughed, kissing your forehead.

“I can’t cook you dinner if I don’t get up”

“No” you whined dramatically. “Keep hugging me”

“Babe… I won’t let my girl starving” he whispered, peppering kisses on your face.

“I don’t care about your girl” you rolled your eyes. “She can survive being hungry. But being without cuddles? No one can survive that”

“It’s not funny when you’re hungry and instead of finding something to eat you choose to sleep and won’t let me grab you food” Jude scolded you and you sighed for forgetting that as your boyfriend he won’t accept your silly jokes about not taking care of yourself.

Especially not the ones where you say “I’ll kill myself”. He hates those.

“Don’t be too serious” you pouted, kissing his jaw to soothe the tension. Jude slightly huffed, one of his hands slipping under his shirt that you choose to wear.

“Did you at least drink enough water today?”

“Yes, and I ate your protein bar. I’m not starving, old and grumpy daddy Jude. Relax”

“Don’t call me like that” he tickled your waist underneath the shirt, smiling when you giggled. “I just worry about you”

“And I worry about you too, but you’re still running through an entire field with a fucked up shoulder, uh?”

“Fair enough” Jude muttered, changing his position and lying on his back so you could be more comfortable on top of him.

“You should accept you need surgery and time to recover it” you rested your head on his shoulder, tracing imaginary draws in his covered chest.

“And you should eat three meals a day and drink twice the amount of water you usually drink”

“Fair enough” was your turn to roll your eyes and let it go. You love a stubborn man and you know this. “Just be more careful, hun”

“I am careful” he lazily stroked your lower back, sighing. “It’s not my fault they want me dead”

You looked up to face him, pecking his lips when he looked down at you.

“I would want you dead too if I was them” you giggled as he frowned at you. “You’re too good, baby”

“Yeah?” he smiled cockily, his free hand stroking your cheek whilst he leant over to kiss your lips the way you love the most, lazy and firmly, his lips slotting against yours and his tongue invading your mouth with a grunt of his. When you pulled away for air, Jude tilted his head to the side. “There’s another thing I’m pretty good at, you know”

“At cooking?” you teased, raising an eyebrow and laughing when Jude rolled his eyes before roughly squeezing your butt, which shut you down for a second before whispering against his lips. “Oh yeah, this too. You’re good at this”

#✧･ﾟ: *✧ tsimvkas — works #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x reader