#practice safe binding kids

[nebulousbrainsoup]

Can I please request DomMommy!Seonghwa X sun!fem reader!

Smut please!

1) I've never done this before

2) I'll take care of you

Thank you!!

this is the third time i've had to restart this reply i'm gonna scream

you sure can! this fic got away from me a little bit, honestly. i tried to keep myself from just using these two lovely prompts as a call and response to each other, and i managed it, but it did drive the word count up.

i hope i did mommy!hwa justice for you! enjoy!

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fulfilled as part of my 150(ish) followers event, open through June 16th.

PAIRING: bf!seonghwa x f!reader GENRE: smut, filth, pwp TAGS/WARNINGS: established relationship, language, ash's mediocre editing, no use of y/n; lmk if there's anything else! most of the warnings are nsfw oops WORD COUNT: 1.6k (i blacked out idk what happened) A/N: baby's first (published, out in the world, oh god) smut fic!

NSFW TAGS/WARNINGS: dom!hwa, sub!reader, slight bdsm with an established dynamic, excessive use of pet names (baby, baby/sweet/good girl, sweetheart, angel), mommy!hwa, mommy kink, use of mommy as a title, bondage, sensory deprivation via blindfold, use of the color system as safe words, seonghwa's tongue, oral (fem receiving), light impact play for about two seconds overstimulation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, begging, male masturbation for about two seconds, sex, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids); lmk if i missed anything!

You could tell it had been a long day for your boyfriend from the moment he walked through the door. Seonghwa’s shoulders were tensed nearly to his ears, and you could see the muscle in his jaw twitching. Gingerly, you pushed yourself off of the couch and made your way to him as he kicked his shoes off, reaching a hand out hesitantly.

“Welcome home,” you murmured gently, and immediately, his eyes locked onto yours. You froze, the intensity behind his gaze locking you in place. “L-Long day at work?” you offered with a nervous laugh and a tight smile.

He hummed something that sounded affirmative as his fingers wrapped around your wrist, and with one quick step and a tug that drew a surprised yelp from you, he had you pulled flush against him. The hand at your wrist slid down to wrap around your waist as his free one cupped your jaw, drawing you in closer until your lips met his. The heat behind his eyes was mirrored in the kiss, leaving you breathless as you melted against him.

“Very,” he muttered in reply when he’d finally sated his hunger for your lips, shifting to rest his forehead against yours. “I need to relax,” he sighed, an undercurrent of suggestiveness lacing his words as a smirk formed on his lips. “Think you can help me with that, baby?”

Your knees went a little weak at his words, your hands coming up from your sides to brace yourself against his shoulders as you nodded eagerly. He had always affected you in a way no one else did, lust clouding your mind with even the quickest of comments or slightest looks. 

Like the one he was giving you now, for instance, one eyebrow cocked and eyes narrowed. “Use your words.” 

“Yes, Mommy,” you answered immediately, once again nodding as your hands began to slide down his body toward his belt. “I can definitely help you relax.”

The warmth in his smile contrasted with the quick, tight grab he made to your wrists, stopping your movement and holding them against his chest. “You’ll be a good girl for me, then, right? You’ll listen to mommy and let me have my way with you?”

Again, you nodded, eyes wide as you kept your gaze locked with his. “I will.” 

“Good,” he practically purred, settling your hands on his shoulders and returning his to your waist. “Because I want to try something new.” 

You squirmed against the mattress, tugging fruitlessly against the silk ties binding you to the bedpost as you watched him pull a scarf  from the top shelf of your closet. Your clothes had been discarded the moment the bedroom door closed behind you, and you couldn’t help but feel more exposed than usual watching Seonghwa, still fully clothed, pick through the toys you had collected together. He cast a glance over his shoulder as you whined softly, amusement sparkling in his eyes and a soft smirk tugging at his lips. “Be still, baby girl.” 

“But Mommy—”

“No buts, sweetheart, be good for Mommy.”

Huffing a sigh, you flopped back against the bed, pouting as you stared at the ceiling and kicked your feet for good measure. The small tantrum pulled a quiet chuckle from your boyfriend, and you glared up at him as he came back into view above you, leaning into your eyeline from the side of the bed. “What’s with all that, hm? Why’s my angel throwing a tantrum?” 

“Want you to touch me,” you murmured, barely loud enough for him to hear.

“Behave, then. I want to make this enjoyable for you, too. You know I can’t do that if you’re being a brat.”

Breathing another defeated sigh, you nodded gently. “I know.”

“Then why are you acting like that, baby?” He asked, eyes wide and earnest. “Do you want me to punish you? You know I don’t like to.”

“Nervous,” you murmured, and when he didn’t respond, you sighed and spoke again, this time louder. “‘M nervous. I’ve never done this before, with the… I’ve always been able to see you.”

For a moment, Seonghwa frowned at your admission, and you felt a warm hand settle on your thigh as he perched on the mattress beside you. “Can I have a color, my love?”

“Green,” you replied quickly, and the crease between his brows disappeared. 

“You’ll be okay, I promise. I know it’s a little scary, but Mommy’s right here. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

God, the way you looked up at him could have sent Seonghwa to his knees. Wide eyed, spread open, entirely trusting in him and whatever he had planned for you. “Good, “ he grinned, bringing the silk scarf in his hands up and over your eyes. “Then lay back and let me use my sweet girl to relax, okay?”

You couldn’t help but squirm a little, heat coiling low in your belly as he secured the blindfold behind your head. “Yes, Mommy.” 

It had to have been hours at this point, you were sure. Your legs were shaking violently around Seonghwa’s head as his mouth continued to work magic over your core, tongue flattening against your core and dragging a pitched whine out of you. 

“Mommy, m–mommy!” you cried, hips twitching underneath his firm grip. Whether you were vying for more or less of the onslaught of pleasure, not even you knew. “Need more, n-need to cum, please.”

He growled against you and delivered a sharp smack to your thigh, lighting a shudder up your spine and forcing another sob from your lips. Sealing his own around your swollen clit, he sucked on it harshly, pulling off with a quiet pop and a sigh as he sat back on his knees. You were a sight to behold like this, flushed, bound and whining, the blindfold over your eyes soaked through with your tears. He could look at you like this for days if you’d let him. With a silent sigh, he wrapped one hand around his flushed cock, pumping it slowly as the other ran down your inner thigh. Your muscles twitched under his touch, and he smirked to himself.

“Mommy.”

“You know the rules, sweetheart. You cum on my cock or not at all.”

“Then give it to me, Mommy, please!” you whined, tugging at your restraints and squirming under him. “Need it, need to cum, need you to fuck me, please, Mommy,” you babbled on mindlessly, and pride swelled in Seonghwa’s chest. He made you this way.

“Is my precious angel needy?” He cooed, the hand at your thigh moving to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping away a stray tear that had fallen past your blindfold.

“Uh-huh,” you sniffled, nodding urgently. “Needy for Mommy’s cock. Need t’be fucked. Need… need to cum, please. Been a good girl, I—”

He shushed you as his fingers slipped under the fabric blocking your sight, pushing it up and off of your face. You squinted up at him, readjusting to the dim light of your bedroom, and he nearly crumbled at the sight of your bloodshot, tear-filled eyes. It was a feat of stunning willpower to hold himself back, but he was determined to hear you beg for him one more time.

“Ask nicely, baby.”

Your legs dropped open wider as you stared up at him, all watery, wide-eyed innocence that contrasted your wrecked state beautifully. “Please, Mommy, will you give me your cock? I need it so badly, I need to cum, please,” you whimpered, tugging at your restraints again.

Groaning lowly, he quickly shifted up to kneel between your thighs, settling them on his hips as he lined himself up with your entrance. Another quiet whine left you as you squirmed against him. “Hush, baby girl. Mommy’s right here. I’ll take care of you.”

He paused for only a moment before pressing into you in one fluid motion, forcing a heady keen from you and a quiet groan from him. Within seconds, you were squirming against him again, seeking some form of friction to chase the release he’d been denying you all night. Chuckling lowly, he ground against you, delighting in the frustrated noises of pleasure he dragged out of you. “Wanna… need… fuck me, Mommy, wanna help you relax.”

“You already have, angel,” he cooed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “Now it’s your turn. Mommy’s gonna fuck you to sleep.” 

His gaze hardened as he pushed himself back on his knees again, gripping your hips roughly and dragging them flush against his own. You were given no time to adjust to the new, deeper angle, as he began to make good on his promise, fucking you roughly down into the mattress. You choked on your moans and sobs as your mind went blank, save for the feeling of your boyfriend pounding into you mercilessly.

“M–Mommy,” you gasped, eyes rolling back in your head. “Feel s’good.”

“So do you, angel,” he muttered, gaze locked on the cock-drunk grin on your face. “And you look so good, too, taking—fuck, taking me so well.”

“L–Love Mommy’s dick, wanna c–cum on it, please…”

“Then do it, baby, you’ve earned it.” 

His permission was all you needed to go careening over the edge of your pleasure, your walls clamping down around his length as you wailed, back arching off of the bed. Seonghwa let out a deep moan of his own as he fucked you through it, rhythm faltering as he nearly tipped over his own climax. He couldn’t help but laugh quietly as you blinked back up at him, dazed, a sleepy and satisfied smile on your face. 

“Thank you, Mommy,” you murmured, melting back into the sheets with a contented sigh.

“You’re welcome, angel,” he replied, grinding against you and earning a confused whimper, “but you’re not asleep yet, so I hope you don’t think I’m through with you.”

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[y2ksnowglobe]

I love seeing the teeny binder art Normal sharing safe binding practices...but if you think for a single second he actually follows them? I'm gonna politely disagree. He might share that info with other classmates he's selling binders to, but come on...

The kid who got heat stroke in a vulture mascot costume, and then goes on to wear another mascot costume 24/7...that is not a kid who is going to bind responsibly.

#dndads #normal oak #dungeons and daddies #Please bind safely!

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Random (and somewhat silly) Leon Kennedy headcannons

* Leon is a sleepwalker. I have no justification for it other than I think it’d be funny

* Ironically he’s also a VERY light sleeper

* And to add insult to injury, he snores like a freight train.

* Leon is Transgender. Trust me guys he told me himself

* Also got that ADHD Autism combo. Again just trust me you guys he said so himself-

* Bisexual disaster. Probably leans towards men but every gender gives him Gay Panic

* Luis and Ada were his Bi Awakening.

* ((And probably Wesker too. I mean C’mon just look at the guy))

* And just like every Bisexual he CANNOT sit in chairs normally to save his life. If he even bothers to sit on one at all ((Kinda going off the second headcannon; he also sleeps in the WEIRDEST positions humanly possible))

* Leon has permanent Bad Posture. Both from when he used to wear a binder (Transmasc Tingz !!) and from old age

* He hams up his “”old age”” a LOT just to annoy Chris and Claire

* “Ooooooughhh you guys I can feel my bones turning to dust-“ “Shut UP LEON I’m NOT CARRYING YOU”

* Leon also wore a binder for FAR too long. Like he was fighting zombies and doing backflips all while his ribs were screaming in pain

* “Leon when did you last take off your binder” “why do YOU wanna know huh Chris 🤨” “TAKE IT OFF”

* ((Dw guys he practiced safe binding and got Top Surgery. Eventually))

* Leon dyes his hair blonde. You know I’m right

* It’s also like,, surprisingly soft??? He probably takes very good care of it and uses expensive products (probably the only expensive thing he owns)

* He also purposefully cuts it that way. In fact I recon he cuts it himself

* Much more competent people (Jill, Claire, Rebecca) have offered to cut it for him but he’s always refused

* Its one of the few things that reminds him of when he was still a Rookie cop that isn’t also a traumatic memory

* He’s got some PTSD just don’t worry about it ok

* Leon is N O T good at opening up. Like at all. But when somebody DOES manage to crack him he cries s o easily and he will cry for literal hours

* Chris and Claire are the only two people who’ve ever actually managed to successfully get him to open up to that point though

* He also probably sleeps better when he’s with somebody. But he’d never admit that

* Leon’s love language is probably a mix of Words Of Affirmation and Acts Of Service. He’d love it if for once he could come home to somebody having done the little chores for him

* He’s also probably a M A S S I V E sucker for any kind of physical touch. Again, won’t admit it, but he’s a big cuddler.

* Somebody please please please play with this man’s hair he will fall asleep in your lap in seconds

* Now this may be my own Autism special interest shining through but I LOVE the idea of Leon being a massive Pokémon fan

* His favourite games are Ruby, Sapphire and Emerald. Idk man he SEEMS like a Hoenn boy y’know

* His first starter was Torchic and Blaiziken remains as his all-time favourite Pokémon (he’s absolutely correct Torchic is the best Hoenn starter Fight Me)

* Probably still has his Gameboy from when he was a kid

* Leon’s also into retro anime. He likes to get Chris, Jill, Claire and Rebecca over just to show them his old childhood favourite shows like Astroboy or Sailor moon

* Will pause the DVD every 5 seconds to point something out or ramble on about something for 10 minutes

* Oh yeah he also absolutely keeps a DVD player in his home

* He’s a big sucker for old movies, especially old Queer movies but he’s also into classics like Back To The Future, Star Wars etc

*Probably was a big Star Wars kid

*((His favourite movie of all time is Legally Blonde but he will NEVER say that out loud))

* Leon’s always out of the country on some government mission so his house is probably pretty barren. He probably just stays with Chris or Claire after missions anyways

* Leon also still probably keeps in touch with Sherry and Ashley. He definitely went to their respective Graduations to support them at least

* He likes to collect little trinkets from his missions. Rocks, lighters, photos etc

* Other people have put this on their Headcannon lists too but I also agree that Leon is a MASSIVE Foodie

* The way to his heart is through a really good breakfast

* He’s also got a massive Sweet Tooth. Again, courtesy of other Headcannon lists

* He’s got low blood sugar so it probably evens out

* ALWAYS coming home from missions exhausted. In fact he’s exhausted on the plane. On the car ride there. DURING the mission. He’s an eepy little guy

* His T-Shots also make him Very Hungry All The Time. He thought it’d even out after a year of being on Testosterone but over a decade later and he still eats like a teenage boy

* ((It’s ok though cuz Chris always has his fridge stocked full. It might just be for Leon who knows))

* Leon’s not really either a Cat or a Dog guy. He likes both equally and would definitely have one of the other if it weren’t for his work

* He also prefers warm weather :))

* He likes to go swimming with his friends whenever he gets the opportunity

* Everyone makes fun of Chris for his Hawaiian shirts but Leon ABSOLUTELY has way too many as well

* Wears socks and jandals. I’m from Aotearoa NZ I’m allowed to say that ok

*BIG Mitski & Lana Del Rey fan

*I also imagine he probably likes older music like Madonna or Bowie or Blondie

* He’s not very good at it but he likes to paint his nails

* Or he just lets Rebecca or Claire do it for him

* If he goes a long time without cutting his hair either he’ll also put it up in a lil ponytail :)

* He’s got a big ol toothy, lop-sides grin.

* I recon he also involuntarily bites his tongue when he’s genuinely smiling too

* I said before he keeps trinkets and stuff from his missions but he absolutely keeps more personal mementos too. For example;

* He bought himself an old Spanish version of Don Quixote for Luis

* He keeps his old cop uniform in his closet

* He stole Chris’ shades and never returned them

* Still has one of Adas missing rings, etc etc etc

* Similarly to physical objects, Leon also picks up on the habits of people he’s met from his missions

* He always double-checks the barrel of his gun after he’s seen Chris do it so many times

* Holds his knife in his left hand after Krauser

* Very rarely smokes on occasion to remember Luis

* Picked up more Advanced First-Aid after Rebecca ((she also insisted it would be helpful))

* I could go on forever

* Leon can’t imagine ever actually being able to settle down and retire because of his work, but if he could, he would love to be a Father :))

* One last silly one cuz this list has gotten surprisingly serious; Leon unironically references Vines All The Time. It will drive everyone around him insane

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[thisdoodler]

Ok, so I’m seeing a lot of people making posts about why Vil is a complex character and they don’t understand the hate he gets, so

I’m going to make a post as to why I can’t like Vil.

I want to make this clear before I begin. I do not hate or dislike Vil, actually I appreciate how complex he is as a character, it’s just that I can’t like him.

And the reason is his relationship with Epel.

I’m going to start this off by saying I’m genderqueer (They/Them) and that I’m aware Vil isn’t transphobic but honestly some of his and Epel’s interactions just remind me too much of it, if that makes sense.

Why? You may ask, well:

He forces Epel to wear make up when Epel makes it clear he doesn’t like it.

He forces Epel to wear feminine clothes when Epel makes it clear he doesn’t like it.

He forces Epel to act in a traditionally feminine manner when Epel makes it clear he doesn’t like it.

All of this just reminds me way too much of a transphobic parent trying to force their kid into the role of their assigned sex.

And like,

I’m aware it has more to do with the way Twisted Wonderland was written, but it’s just something that eats away at me when I think of Vil. I am never going to be able to see it as anything else no matter how much I try.

And I know Epel has some issues with toxic masculinity. I know all too well, because they are almost the exact same things I did before I realized and came out as genderqueer.

I used to dress traditionally masculine, did the “tough” voice and speech, I used to wear sports bras just a bit too tight to make myself look flatter (practice safe binding kids), I used to hate on traditional femininity, and so much more and it reminds me a lot of Epel.

I dont headcanon Epel as FTM (I actually kind of dislike it but I feel like that’s a post for another day.) but his struggles are very similar to trans struggles and Vil acts in a very similar manner to transphobic parents.

(Also if you headcanon Epel as FTM, I don’t dislike you, because I understand that there’s not a lot of trans representation and a good portion of this post is about how Epel is trans coded.)

For me to like Vil I need just some sort of acknowledgment from the narrative that Vil is wrong for forcing Epel to play a role he doesn’t want, because right now it feels like the story is saying he’s right and it makes me like him even less. It makes me feel like they’re saying that Epel’s gender dysphoria will go away with time as he accepts his feminine appearance and, from my personal experience, that’s not really how it works????

If I’m wrong please let me know. But like, when I’m dressed femme and my gender is more masc that day, no matter how comfortable I would be in that outfit if my gender was femme, I feel dysphoric.

Also before anyone says “but you think Epel is cisgendered! How can he experience gender dysphoria???”

So, anyway, that’s why, for the moment, I can not like Vil.

Also, please, do not use this to spread any hate about Vil Shoenheit. Like I said, I don’t hate his character, I just really dislike how this part of the story is being handled. I should also mention I haven’t read Chapter 6 yet, so I don’t actually know if this issue is properly being dealt with there. I will reboot this when I have read it and say whether I have changed my mind or not. Thank you.

#twisted wonderland #TWST #twst character analysis #twst epel #twst vil #vil shoenheit #epel felmier #pomfiore

[the-sasquatch-kisser]

Examples of transandrophobia I've actually experienced:

Continually being misgendered specifically as a "girl" (I'm a grown ass person, the infantilization is a feature of this particular form of abuse, not a bug)

Being denied a binder by a responsible adult as a minor (THIS IS PARENTAL NEGLECT BTW. IF YOU DO NOT GIVE YOUR GNC KID A BINDER THEY WILL BIND UNSAFELY AND WHERE YOU WON'T SEE)(they might also not take any steps to reduce the damage from their unsafe binding practices as a form of self harm cause the adults in their life have advertised that they don't care but that's an aside)

Being treated/referred to as a communicable disease (social contagen rhetoric is nazi rhetoric)

Being grouped with women/ forced into women's spaces because I'm not masc enough to so otherwise safely (can't do this safely anymore either btw cause I'm now too hairy and have too low a voice to not be considered a predator)

Being treated as increasingly aggressive as my voice, not my behavior, changed on T

#transandrophobia #transandrophobia truther #baeddelism #*rub my gross sweaty hands on your tag so i can block you when you come into my notes to bitch or debate*

[16magnolias]

Meet My Encanto OC, Lucía Moreno from Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Miracle on ao3!

Full Name: Lucía María Moreno-Hernandez

Age: 41

Birthday: December 13th

Height: 5'3"

Eye Color: Brown with amber/gold flecks

Hair Color:  Dark Brown

Appearance: Medium brown skin. Long wavy dark brown hair, worn in a braid down her back or wound into a bun at the back of her head. Long thin nose and brown eyes set into a friendly round face. Usually wears a white or cream blouse with a brown, green, or blue skirt and practical shoes.

Memorable Quotes:

“I suppose we should be thankful for small miracles, eh?” Ch. 2

“I don't want an out, Bruno. This may come as a surprise to you, but I actually like you.” Ch. 9

“I want to move forward, but I don't want to forget. Sometimes it feels like everyone else is forgetting.” Ch. 16

 “You’re allowed to forgive yourself for the things you regret.  You know that, right?” Ch. 26

General Information/Personality: Lucía is a kind, practical, 'do-what-needs-to-be-done-with-as-little-fuss-as-possible' type of person. She tends to see the best in people, and her upbringing by two loving parents in the safe and protected Encanto has given her a fairly optimistic view of the world. She's very aware of the pain that can come in life - she is a widow and losing her husband in a tragic accident broke her heart - but she tries to focus on the good she sees in the world instead - and to be some of that good herself. If she sees a need and can meet it, she does. She'll step into a situation without question if she feels she can help, but if someone is antagonizing her directly she avoids them (and conflict) like nobody's business. Her desire to be helpful often directly contradicts (and overpowers) her desire to mind her own business. She's a dreamer and a writer, and her favorite stories are ones that include pirates. Her favorite place to go when she needs time to herself is beneath the old cedar tree in the center of her neighbor's corn fields. Her biggest worry and greatest responsibility in life is raising her daughter Josefina well without her husband Alejandro, but she has a loving family that supports her in her efforts.

History: Lucía’s parents were present at the founding of the Encanto, but Lucía and her younger sister Sofia were not born until around a decade later.  Her father is a printer and does his best to keep literature of both the fiction and non-fiction variety alive in the Encanto, and Lucía followed in her father’s footsteps.  She grew up helping her parents set type and bind books, and reading and listening to various stories and informational texts.  She helps run her father’s print shop and makeshift library and took on a larger role in the shop after her mother died when Lucía was in her early thirties.  Half of the shop houses the printing press, typeset, ink, and paraphernalia associated with printing and bookbinding, and the other half holds several shelves filled with books that her parents either printed or salvaged over the years. She helps set type and print orders and helps maintain the small library they have.  She also hosts a story time for the village kids a few times a week.  Her sister Sofia married Lorenzo Rojas, who runs the stables in the Encanto.

When Lucía was in her early twenties, she married Alejandro Moreno, an up and coming artist who went on to paint a mural of the Madrigals in town.  After they married, they worked together on printing and illustrating a large book of fairytales, legends, and fables, which Lucía still uses during her story times.  They also had one daughter together – Josefina – before he died while roaming the mountains around the Encanto in search of materials for his paints and inspiration for his work.

Alejandro’s death devastated Lucía, and she spent over a month afterward deep in shock, grief, and depression, pushing her family, friends, and even her young daughter away.  It was only with the help of her family that she slowly began to heal from his loss and the mistakes she made while grieving him. She does her best to be a present and loving mother to Josefina and does her best to keep Alejandro's memory alive by speaking of him frequently with her daughter. Three years later she is still in the cyclical process of grieving and healing. The night Casita falls, she's helping clean up her sister's barn when Bruno Madrigal shows up with the hood of his ruana thrown over his head, demanding her ‘fastest steed’. 

Though Lucía is quick to befriend him, their romance is what you would definitely consider a slow burn. It takes both of them time to open their hearts to the possibilty of second chances.

The wonderful art at the top of this post is by the lovely @starfangssecrets. ❤

The rest is mine as I attempt to teach myself to draw. Please excuse variations in appearance and shading as I figure out what the heck I'm doing, lol. 🥰

Thanks so much for hosting this fun event @encanto-extended-edition

#encanto #encanto oc event #encanto oc appreciation #encanto extended edition #bruno madrigal x female oc #lucia moreno #everyday miracle

[respectthepetty]

What’s your ideal ending for Only Friends, Petty? Because mine is Ray getting help. He is my son he is my boy and he needs THERAPY AND REHAB because I gotta say, I’m with you none of these people should end up together. The longer they spend around each other the more they’re going to end up destroying each other like corals digesting each other alive in the night. But Ray? He’s my fighter too. QUE SE SALVE MI HIJO

Anon, I don't like watching high school BLs normally because most of the issues in them are very disconnected from me, and I constantly feel like an old head looking at the youths with disappointment, but Only Friends, which is about college students, takes the prize for really reminding me I like ginger, a lot.

I Feel You Linger in the Air and Only Friends are hard watches for me. One has sprinkles of a slave narrative and the other is like watching The Real World: Las Vegas without the possibility of someone ending up pregnant . . . possibly (remember that there is still that tweet about a kid in kindergarten).

Like, are any of the characters using condoms? Getting tested regularly? PrEP? ANYTHING? I don't need a PSA about them. I just need to see it even if it comes from underneath a toy car (Love in the Air), is opened with teeth (KinnPorsche), and used in a hot tub (Be Mine, Superstar), ALL which are VERY wrong for various reasons, especially that toy car business.

So my ideal ending for this show is something along the Bed Friend and The Warp Effect route - safe sex practices, exploration of sex as a form of healing, destigmatization of mental health resources such as medication and therapy, consent in relationships where substances could be used to enhance pleasure

Oh, and less slut shaming from the characters themselves!

I know that seems like a lot, but it would fit naturally in the show since it's based on the messy sex lives of college students. They are characters. They are fictional. They are not real, but they are based on real experiences according to Jojo, so throw some lube into one scene just to remind the audience that the wetter the slide, the easier the ride, you know? Or is that too much for GMMTV?

The show is doing exactly what it said it would, but it is also throwing in Top's trauma, Ray's alcoholism, non-consensual porn and cyber-exploitation, socioeconomic power imbalance, and so many other issues, so . . .

My ideal ending is about harm reduction, but that's not what this show is about, so the only real ending I can hope for is me just sitting down and trusting the show to lead the characters wherever it takes them.

Hopefully, that's therapy.

All in all, be kind to yourself. Use condoms. Use lube. Ask for consent. Go to therapy. Learn how to tie a decent knot that will properly bind your partner. Drink water.

Sincerely, your ginger-loving slutty color demon.

#only friends #only friends the series #my ideal ending #it would include harm reduction #but I trust the show to go wherever it needs to go #like therapy

[bigboyincowtown]

I gave away an old binder to a younger trans kid today, and I figured I’d write out a guide to binders so they know how to practice binding safely. Thought Tumblr might like to see this, just in case. Trans is beautiful 🏳️‍⚧️

#transgender #trans #ftm #transboy #trans man #transmasculine #transmasc #gnc #genderqueer #nonbinary #chest binding #trans clothing #gender-fluid

[gabessquishytum]

Hoi, just dropping by so tell you that I have a slight obsession with you block and just love everybody's horny enthusiasm here. Very charming, very attractive.

You mentioned in one of your last answers your personal Trans Hob HCs. Would you be amenable to share those treasures with us?

If it isn't already taken, then I'll be 🦈 , it that's alright

Awww thank you so much 🦈 anon! We're so happy to have you here!

I am such a big fan of trans Hob!!! I just think he's so neat!

In terms of his body, I think he probably got his top surgery done sometime between 1389 and 1489. My fave idea is that Destruction did it for him but either way, he got it done. He's had additional surgery on his chest since then to improve how it looks and he's very happy with it in modern times. He can't even remember what it was like before the surgery tbh. I think he's definitely experimented with a lot of different treatments over the years but he's very very happy to be on T and thriving with how his body looks these days.

In the olden days if anyone ever found out that he was trans they were generally fairly accepting. His soldier buddies would occasionally find out but no one really cared. Eleanor knew (even before they were married) and they managed to conceive Robyn with the help of a friend. The worst time was when Hob was living on the streets because he couldn't hide things as well as he used to, and if people found out they treated him even worse than before.

He's always sought out other trans and gnc individuals as friends or lovers. For example Jim from the Hob’s Leviathan story - I like to think that Hob helped them on their journey and they developed a very close and loving relationship as time passed. They understood each other and Jim admired Hob greatly for everything he's achieved.

In modern times Hob is a massive trans rights activist in the academic community. People never guess that he's trans so he often has people assume that he's mtf when he comes out to them. He has to laugh and explain that actually he's ftm and he likes being a man very much, thanks. He writes articles for LGBT publications and sometimes gets invited to speak at events, and he's a great point of contact for trans+ students because he knows SO many people and resources. The New Inn is a dedicated safe space for everyone and he WILL beat bigots up with a cricket bat.

He's very into safe binding practices and making sure that the kids are being safe with their bodies. He spent so long strapping his chest up before his first surgery and he remembers how shitty it was for his body - sometimes his ribs still ache, 600 years later. He has stacks of leaflets in his office about 'taking care of your trans body'. He's determined that the world can and will be a better place, and he's going to be part of making that happen.

Coming out to Dream is among the scariest things he's ever done. But Dream just tilts his head and explains that he's known since the very beginning, and that there's nothing to be afraid of. Nothing will ever ever change how he feels about Hob, and he's just honoured to have been told. It's the sweetest response Hob has ever had, and it's very hard not to kiss Dream after that <3

#🦈 anon #the sandman #dreamling #trans hob

[garfield420]

continuation of afo's sheltered child (part one here)

edit: forgot to mention but this was inspired by @/beels-burger-babe on the previous post :D

it's been about a week since you went outside without your father's permission, and you met that loud boy. you couldn't get him out of your head or his blazing eyes, you didn't understand it. you felt completely tense about it all, but most of all it seems like your father had no idea that you even left. you were actually terrified when he called since he had called that same day you went outside, you figured you were toast and you struggled to hide your shame in your voice.

of course you dad, smart as he was, heard the shame in your voice and interrogated you about it. you felt cornered by him but cleverly lied to him saying you broke a cup and felt bad about it. you felt your gut twist as you let another lie slip past your mouth, you know you shouldn’t lie to him, but it’s like your mouth is moving on it’s own. he must have bought the lie, since he reprimanded you lightly and just told you to be careful next time since you could’ve gotten hurt picking up the broken glass. 

he apologized to you for not calling as much, saying work has him in a bind and it’s still going to be a long while before he can come home. he first called you to tell you he went overseas to do work and that he won’t be home soon, it’s why he hasn’t been home in a long time. you miss him a lot. sometimes when you’re feeling really lonely you’ll grab your favorite stuffed animal and cuddle it. 

“it’s okay,” you’d frequently tell yourself, “i’m used to this. i’m a big kid now.”

you’re cuddling your stuffed animal now, thinking about your dad and the boy with red eyes. you stared down at the empty alleyway from your windowsill, your head poking out and resting on the windowsill as you sat on the floor listening to the noisy silence of the world beyond your own. you were bored again, you can only read the same books so many times before their twists no longer surprise you or watch a movie so many times before you practically memorized the script.

to tend to your boredom you watched roads and counted cars, this time you were counting red cars. you were up to four cars today, at least you think you are since you keep zoning out. you felt silly but you kept thinking about the boy with red eyes, you kept fantasizing about his life and who he is. despite his demeanor, how he treated you was far different from what you expected from the outside world. 

when you were young your father drilled into your head that bad guys existed beyond the walls, and that you were only safe inside. on days where you wanted to go outside he’d tell you about how bad people hurt good people for small things, and that if you were to go outside you’d certainly be hurt. he told you how sad and broken he would be if you got hurt, and how much losing you would affect him. you don’t want to hurt your dad or get hurt, so you stay inside for his sake and yours. 

this was just all so strange to you, you never expected the boy to be kind to you, let alone give you your stuffed animal back.

you watched another red car drive by, raising the count to five, each time reminding you of the boy. you clutched your stuffed animal close to your chest, you don’t understand why but you felt weird about the boy. you’ve felt similar about characters in the books you read, but never like this, this was different. he was different.

you felt the heat from the outside softly warm you, you felt like a little kid when your nannies would take the blankets out of the dryer and let you lay in it, feeling the intense warmth from them. you felt tired from the heat and the boredom, you knew you should move and go lay in your bed, but the warmth was too addictive to pass up on. it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes a little bit right? 

you HAD to be a ghost, it’s the only way he could explain why no one knew about you or who you even were. this was stupid, he has much more important things to be focusing on and here he was trying to find out about you. at this point he felt like a creepy stalker, but there was just something off about you from how you acted and looked. he had to find you again, he tried asking around in the area about you but no one had a clue as to what he was talking about.

bakugou isn’t the superstitious type, but surely you had to be a ghost, it’s the one of the only ways he could explain nobody knowing who you were. it had been a week since he bumped into you in the alleyway, since he returned your stuffed animal back to you. you looked like a wild rabbit in the middle of the road, big eyes, timid, and shy. when he talked to you it looked like you were shaking, you were terrified. 

at first he just thought you were stupid and left your dumb baby toy in the alleyway, he’s forgotten why he even grabbed the stupid toy to begin with. when he gave you your dumb baby toy back, he had expected you to bolt off immediately, what he did not expect to hear was your soft voice thank him. he felt pathetic in retrospect but he thought you had a cute voice, not that he’d ever say it out loud though.

he immediately walked away from you because he felt embarrassed about it and the whole situation, it’s dumb and he shouldn’t feel this way. what really caught his attention about you was when you bolted past him, that’s what weirded him out. one of the first things he noticed was how you ran away, you were running like prey in the wild knowingly being hunted. the second thing he noticed was your lack of shoes, surely if you were just goofing off outside you would have worn shoes right? thirdly was the biggest thing, but it was how you clutched your toy to your chest. 

he didn’t want to admit it but he, bakugou katsuki, was worried about you- some random nobody. 

he was on the verge of giving up looking for you, besides maybe you just lived far away and came here for a visit or whatever. it’s a long shot but it’s one of the few way he could explain away your behavior. plus obsessing over you like this can’t be helpful for him, especially when he has other things to worry and focus on.

he decided after today he’d stop looking for you, this isn’t good for him, it’s not like him and he wanted to stop thinking about you. he was going to go through the alleyway one more time before giving up, and then once he’s accepted that you’re just a ghost, he’ll move on. 

he walked the street before turning down to the alleyway to stare down the other end, and you weren’t there. he couldn’t explain why but he had hoped you’d be there, but he wasn’t surprised. he left out a soft sigh before going down the alleyway, it wouldn’t hurt to do a simple walk through. the sound of cars masqueraded his footsteps as he walked down the alleyway, his hands deep in his pockets with a scowl resting on his face. 

he stopped for a moment at the spot where your stuffed animal was, something about it wasn’t clicking with him. how did the toy get there? you seemed like you had genuinely lost it so he didn’t think you planted it there, but how would it have gotten there? by some miracle thought he decided to look up, and finally he had his confirmation. 

you definitely weren’t a ghost. 

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #probably ooc #afo's daughter #bnha #fluff #angst #not proofread again sorryyyyy #not a good writer so sorry if stinky <3 #ill probably make a part 3 but then end it there cuz i just like thinking ab this #mha #garf writes

[dailyadventureprompts]

Settlement: Barrowtown

Thriving with one foot in the grave

Once an innocuous village overlooking a particularly foreboding stretch of wilderness,  “Yarrowton” transformed into it’s current macabre state a few decades ago when two great armies hacked each other to bits over a week long series of skirmishes that left the region’s farmers with hundreds of wounded fighters on their doorstep and a sea of bodies gathering flies in the sun. A practical and strong-stomached folk, the people of what would eventually be Barrowtown got to work burying the dead regardless of who’s banner they’d fought under, thereby turning their home into one of the largest graveyards since the grand necropoli of the old empire.

Life in Barrowton isn’t that much different than any other farming community, save for the omnipresent gravemarkers and the fact that every attempt to till the soil still brings up a few stray bones or a rusted old sword. Priests of a number of different faiths have come to minister to the graves, operating temples to Tyr or the Mournful Raven queen while living and working alongside the town’s lay inhabitants. Quite a few of the survivors of the battle also ended up settling in Barrowtown, both as a means of honouring their fallen comrades and a means of starting fresh away from homelands that might no longer want them. These three communities combine to give barrowtown it’s unique atmosphere: rustic, martial, pious, and mournful, a solemn sentinel of the hinterlands.

Hooks:

If you were looking for a great village to start a campaign, Barrowtown is it: a waystation for travellers with a population that can provide fighters or clerics, wide-eyed farm kids or secret delving necromancers. Stop by for a pint of locally brewed beer at the Pale Rider Inn and plan your group’s expedition to a ruined fort out in the plains, or a long abandoned fortress deeper up into the hills.

Every battlefield has its scavengers, and among the dogs and ravens none stand out like Jackal Joe: an enterprising salvager who made his living following behind armies and “reclaiming” weapons, boots, and scraps of armour from the fallen, even if he had to pry them from a grip of dying men. That was until the battle outside Barrowtown gave him enough bloody plunder to retire on, opening up a general store and selling off a little more of his horded trinkets each year. He’s still got some choice ( read: magical) inventory stashed away for customers with a coin to spend, as well as a fancy looking signet ring that'd probably be worth a sizeable reward provided one went to the trouble of buying it off of him and finding the noble family it belongs to.

Something has been disturbing the long-settled graves around town, and the local priestess of the ravenqueen (an old veteran herself) wants to get to the bottom of the matter. Reports are varied, a few blaming a ghostly man or some kind of giant bat, but a bit of clever investigation leads the party to discover that they face a Berbalang; an astral scavenger that feeds on the memories of the dead. After their first tussle the party will discover that the creature is able to send phantom versions of itself to feed and explore while its primary body remains safe in another dimension, meaning that they’ll need to help the priestess create a soul-trapping vessel in order to bind the creature permanently. Doing so will require them to venture far from Barrowtown, but it will give them a chance to travel, and the dead a little peace.

#low level #settlement #field #Lowlands #spooky #Press Start #mid level #fighter #Cleric #paladin #tyr #raven queen #Necromancer #warfare #Merchant #treasure hunt #undead

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday (Buck's Baby Chapter 19)

A bit of light bondage to help Buck heal from his traumas (safe for work)

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With this now solidified in his mind, Buck felt so much more at ease. So much so that he caught himself humming a happy tune as he unlocked the front door after his most recent session, shucking off his jacket and boots and waltzing through the house to find Eddie.

“Someone’s in a good mood. Session went well?” Eddie asked as Buck sashayed into the kitchen. Buck wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist, pulling him against his chest.

“Very well. Dr. Copeland thinks I’m making some good progress”.

“Glad to hear it” Eddie replied, twisting to kiss Buck’s neck. “And how to you feel?”

Buck let out a contented sigh and dropped his head, his chin resting on Eddie’s shoulder. “I feel good, Ed. Dr. Copeland is helping me take control again. Or helping me see I’m in control. One of them.”

“Control, hmm?” Eddie turned in Buck’s arms pressing another kiss against his neck. “Thought you liked it when I was in control?”. Buck let out a quiet moan as Eddie kissed the hollow of his throat, sucking the sensitive skin and nipping at it lightly.

“I do, I really do” he breathed as Eddie trailed his mouth down Buck’s neck and playfully bit his collarbone. “But this is more – fuck Ed, that feels good – more about controlling what I do in my life and – oh god”.

Buck trailed off as Eddie sucked at his earlobe, worrying the flesh between his teeth.

“Wanna show me how much control you’re in, then?” Eddie asked, voice deep and husky and a tidal wave of arousal crashed into Buck, nearly knocking him over.

“Fuck, yeah, okay” Buck practically whimpered as Eddie licked a stripe up his neck.

They lay in each other’s arms later, both sweaty and breathing heavily. The bedsheets were tangled around their legs and somewhere along the lines, Eddie had ended up tied to the headboard.

“That enough control for you?” Eddie panted.

“Plenty” Buck grinned as he leaned over to capture Eddie’s lips in a lazy kiss. “It feels good to be telling someone else what to do for a change. Reminds me that I actually am allowed to take charge in life”.

Eddie smiled against Buck’s lips. “I’m proud of you, mi amor. You’ve come so far. My strong, brave man.”

Buck blushed and ducked his head, hiding it in Eddie’s chest.

“Love you, Ed”.

“Love you too.” Eddie wriggled uncomfortably. As much as he loved being tied up, his shoulders were starting to ache from being held in the same position for so long. “Now, could you pretty please untie me before our kids get home and we get caught like this?”

Buck chuckled and pushed himself towards the headboard, beginning to work at the knots.

“Fuck’s sake” he huffed after fiddling with the rope, unable to unravel the knot.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked, twisting himself to see what’s going on.

“Fingernails are too short, I can’t untie the knot” Buck complained as he continued to attack the rope, fingers scrabbling at the tight knot he’d expertly crafted. In the heat of the moment, he’d made it too tight and was unable to prise the pieces of rope apart. “Ouch!”

Buck sucked his finger, blood welling from the hangnail he’d accidentally tugged. “I’m going to get a knife”.

“Buck, don’t you dare leave me like this!” Eddie called out at Buck’s retreating back. “Buck!!”

The door to their room shut with a click and Eddie was left there, splayed out across the bed. He flicked himself onto his back and shuffled up, so he was kneeling in front of the headboard and took stock of the situation. Buck had done an excellent job at binding his wrists, to the extend that even despite his rigorous military training, Eddie was unable to wriggle himself out of the binds.

“I’m never going to let him do this again” Eddie grumbled to himself, wincing as his wrist clicked painfully as he tried to pull it from its prison.

“Thought you liked it when I was in control?” Eddie jolted in surprise as Buck’s voice appeared by his ear, his boyfriend’s breath ghosting against his cheek.

“Fuck, you about gave me a heart attack. Here, help me please” Eddie held out his wrists, giving Buck his best puppy eyes.

Buck let out a small chuckle and revealed one of their steak knives from behind him back. “Seems a shame to ruin a perfectly good rope” he mused as he pressed the blade against the material.

“Fuck the rope, Buck, get this off me before the kids come home!” Eddie begged, borderline hysterical by this point. Christopher hadn’t yet walked in on him and Buck in a compromising position and he was not about to let it happen.

Buck patted Eddie on the shoulder. “Okay, baby, keep your panties on. I’ll cut it”.

With a deft flick of the knife, Buck severed the rope and let it drop beside them. “There, all better”.

Eddie glared at Buck’s smug grin, massaging his wrists. “I think we need to have a chat about just how much control you’re allowed to have, sir” he said darkly as Buck laughed heartily.

“I’m just messing with you, Ed. I promise you still wear the pants in the relationship. Even when you’re not actually wearing pants.” With that he bounced off the bed and flung his clothes back on, sending Eddie a smirk. “Come on, lets get started on dinner. As you say, the kids will be home soon”.

#911 abc #911 buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #911verse #buddie #eddie x buck #911 fanfic #buddie 911 #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #evan buckley #911 on abc #eddiediaz #buck and eddie #buck x eddie #buck #evan buckley is a little shit #911 #9 1 1 #911 fandom #911 fic #911 show #911 tv show #911hiatus2023 #kinky!buck #control #buck needs therapy #current wip #wip wednesday

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Leor Sapir

Published: Mar 10, 2024

The Mary Bridge Children's Gender Health Clinic (@Mary_Bridge), which is part of MultiCare health system (@MultiCareHealth) in Tacoma, Washington, and site of whistleblower Tamara Pietzke, offers kids resources on binding and tucking. /1

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Tucking is the process by which boys push their testicles up into the inguinal canal, use their testicle-free scrotum to wrap their penis, and then secure their wrapped penis within their butt cheeks using methods like compression underwear or tape. /2 

The Mary Bridge gender clinic says that tucking is "normal for many identities." It admits, however, that "research on the safety" of this practice, including about harmful side-effects, "is very limited and sparse," and recommends that kids do "[their] own research." /3

Mary Bridge provides links to three organizations that help boys get genital compression garments ("trans femme shapewear"). One of these, Point of Pride, offers free tuckers to any boy "who needs one and cannot afford or safely obtain one." /4

There is no age minimum for obtaining a tucking garment from Point of Pride, and any boy age 14 and up can obtain one without parental knowledge or consent. The packaging is "discrete": "nothing with the words 'LGBT' or 'trans' appear on the package." /5

Here is the testimony of someone who tucked and experienced "permanent damage" to his inguinal canals. /6

One reported case study found possible evidence of fertility impairment due to tucking. /7

Abstract

Transwomen may elect to pursue fertility preservation prior beginning hormonal treatment or proceeding with gender-affirming surgery. To date, there has been little research specifically investigating factors influencing fertility and preservation thereof among transwomen. Here, we review the case of a transwoman who engaged in genital tucking behavior presenting with severe oligospermia, and we review the literature regarding transgender fertility preservation and the role of the heat stress hypothesis with regards to this common behavior.

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The Multicare whistleblower story:

#Leor Sapir #Mary Bridge Hospital #MultiCare #Gender Clinic #genital tucking #Tamara Pietzke #medical malpractice #medical corruption #medical scandal #ethics violations #gender identity ideology #gender ideology #intersectional feminism #queer theory #religion is a mental illness

[talisidekick]

Why Signs Showing Safe Binding for Children/Teens Is A Good Thing

Yes, this is going to stir some TERF's, gender criticals, rad-fems, and other transphobes into a bit of a frothing and angry mess, but good, because it needs to be said.

First off, no one is trying to tell your cisgender kid to bind. Signs that give steps for careful binding for under age teens or children just entering puberty aren't for cisgender kids.

What they are is informational posters for transgender and questioning kids that do bind and may be looking at binding products without a lot of information because of a lack of social support from their family or community. To re-state: No-one wants to encourage your cisgender kid to try binding.

Ideally, the solution that is the best is puberty blockers until the child or teenager has had time to consider how they feel about life. Puberty blockers are harmless, and allow any person on them to either pursue HRT at a later date (when they can sufficiently make an informed decision themself, or get approval earlier after lengthy psychological evaluation), or resume natural puberty later on in life. Whichever the individual lands on. Base point of this paragraph: easy access to transgender medical care via informed consent is necessary and the best solution, not bureaucratic hoops.

However, since many countries, and parts of other countries have decided the high rate of suicide amongst transgender and queer kids is an acceptable loss for the 'protection of cisgender children' in a situation (or situations) where cisgender children have never been at any sizeable risk, many transgender children and adults will take up the practice of binding. Why? Because they've been given no other option either by family, society, or due to a financial barrier.

So back to: why are these signs good? Because it means those binding who are unaware of the long term effects of it can be informed ideally bind a little more safely in a situation where it's their only option to be themselves. It's not propaganda for cisgender children or adults to be turned or fooled into being transgender, but rather to stop trans children and adults from causing extreme long term damage to themselves. Ideally, the best solution is to eliminate the need to bind at all; by providing sufficient medical care for a documented issue with literally decades of study behind it, and a satisfaction rate (99%~) higher than that of knee surgery (85%~); a practice that despite the amount of surgery's performed that end up leaving dissatisfaction in the resulting situation of the patient, no one seems to have a single issue about.

But I can already hear the argument coming of "what about those cisgender few that DO end up thinking they're transgender but aren't, that would bind or try transitioning?" And I'll give you three answers to that:

What about the transgender adults and children that commit suicide when sufficient medical and social care isn't provided? Are their lives worth less?

This also isn't a question that actually supports NOT having transgender care or information on it publicly available, but one that supports having more knowledge and psychological study being done on transgender care, the overlap of other medical conditions, and the easy access and publication of that information for the education of children and adults. Why? So adults, parents, and their children can understand more about transition and transgender peoples situation and make informed decisions with the aid of well trained and knowledgeable medical professionals who are supportive in helping the child make the right decision for them.

The number of cisgender folk that do unfortunately get lead to believe they are transgender and attempt transition is exceptionally small, and can be further reduced with the accurate publication and easy access to education on transition, transgender experiences, and possibly overlapping medical conditions as discussed in answer two (2) above. This doesn't mean stricter psychological requirements, but rather, more easily obtainable factual public information.

The end point to this: binding posters help transgender kids and adults reduce the level of harm to themselves in situations where the ideal options aren't available to them/have been deliberately removed to harm them.

If you are against these kinds of posters, that means you're for the deliberate harm of transgender and queer children and adults, not the protection of cisgender people.

You're just out to cause harm, and if you dislike that fact, perhaps consider what you could be doing instead to HELP without harming other people in the process.

Every person on earth is capable of good, but the line between doing good by causing evil for others, and doing good for all is a thin one. Make sure you're on the right side of it. Always double check. Transgender people need help being themselves, and ideally if we can eliminate any chance of cisgender folk thinking they too might be transgender, that's the goal. But one should never be at the cost of anothers life. Cisgender people aren't 'first' and transgender 'second', we're equal, we're all just people. Denying transgender people the care they need causes deaths. Lets all do better. Let us make sure transgender adults can live long productive lives in society as their true selves, and transgender children can make it past graduation.

Bind safely. The signs are there to help.

#suicide mention #tw suicide #trans #transgender #ftm #transmasculine #transmasc #trans positivity #2slgbtqia+ #lgbtqia+ #lgbtq+ #lgbt+ #binding #safe binding #protect trans kids #trans lives matter #trans rights are human rights #if you have a better binding guide please link it in the comments #queer

[axewchao]

The lone lass with the sass, the first of the Pink Powder Kegs, Wendy! Admittedly not my favorite design so far, mostly because of the minor stress her outfit gave me.

I knew that I wanted some kind of witchy vibe for her, in contrast to the usual princess-y dress (with optional polka dots) most Wendys have. Instead of well-kept, luscious hair, this Wendy's hair is a bit more chaotic, implying that she either doesn't tend to it as often as one would assume, or it just can't stay tamed for too long. And hey, if WarioWare's Ashley can get away with not combing her hair, why can't Wendy?

The snag I hit with her outfit was with the references I used. I worry that I might have taken a bit too much inspiration from some of the refs, but this could be my habit of overthinking again. Probably didn't help that I kept glancing back and forth between my Wendy and the refs in question once I was done coloring her…

…Meh, maybe the feeling will go away once I make her headcanon list.

Wendy's magic is a combo of elemental and binding spells. She's had an affinity for water and ice magic since she was little, but much like Larry, was initially unaware of her power. Instead of someone else figuring it out for her, Wendy realized she could at least manipulate ice after accidentally freezing multiple drinks during an especially hot summer day.

While this proved to be beneficial, especially while living in a place as consistently hot as Isle Delfino, Wendy was stuck with the nagging feeling that she could do more. Was the water acting weird around her, or was that a trick of the eye? Did the bonfire at that one beach party roar a bit higher with her excitement, or did someone just chuck something super flammable in it? She wanted to know more, but when you're being collectively raised by a group of Nokis, a species that isn't known for having magic, you don't find much in terms of help.

The answers were out there, somewhere. Wendy knew it, and the Nokis knew it too, but were extremely reluctant to let Wendy leave the island. Because really, even in the Mario Universe, letting a kid go off on their own ain't guaranteed to work out well. But Wendy was sure that she knew best, and after packing her things and leaving a goodbye note, Wendy made her way to Ricco Harbor and snuck on one of the ships. The world was finally her oyster.

She was inevitably caught by one of the sailors on said boat, but was able to talk them into letting her pose as their niece until the ship docked. Just before she disembarked, the sailor gave her a destination: head for the Koopa Kingdom. There's plenty of magic users there, after all.

The small burst of confidence Wendy received from the sailor hadn't lasted long, as the realization that she was far, far away from home (and likely couldn't go back safely) had finally caught up with her, causing her to freeze several people solid as she ran through the streets in a blind panic. Not now… why now?! She was fine in the harbor, she was fine on the boat, why is she freaking out now?!?

Salvation came in the form of a cranky old lady in pink and purple, called in to investigate the sudden outburst of ice magic. It took a bit of work to break Wendy out of the ice bubble she'd encased herself in, and while she didn't show it, Kammy was astonished to find that a little girl was responsible for the whole mess. Stars, this was another Ludwig situation, wasn't it; large bursts of power brought on by stress and intense emotion… With a brief grumble of being too old for this, Kammy picked up the speechless girl and flew back towards Bowser's Castle.

While all of the Koopalings are primarily taught magic by Kamek, Wendy sees herself as Kammy's student. Mostly because Kammy found her first, and because the Magikoopa's attitude reminds Wendy of one of the elder Nokis that helped raised her.

The rings on her belt are from Kammy. They were her catalyst for practicing binding spells until Wendy learned how to make her own rings out of thin air. She can still use the physical ones by yanking them off her belt and tossing them at people's ankles or wrists before they can react.

And yes, Kammy loves to rub the fact that she's the princess' favorite in Kamek's face. It's hilarious.

Her middle name is "Opal," since her eyes reminded the Nokis of the stone in question.

She kept "Noki" in her name after being adopted by Bowser. Her full name is "Wendy Opal Noki-Koopa."

As mentioned in Larry's bio, Wendy is a fan of his remixes, and was excited to meet him when he DJ'd one of her birthday parties. Didn't expect him to be a little kid, though, and her thoughts quickly shifted from "Omg I'm a huuuuge fan!" to "Wow, you look tired. Need to take a break, or…?" In other words, her Big Sister instincts activated, and only intensified after he was brought into Bowser's family.

Wendy was FURIOUS with Junior after she learned about what he did at Isle Delfino, and how his graffiti affected Noki Bay. After snapping at him (and freezing some innocent minions in the process), she refused to even look at him for over a month. She only forgave him after learning that no one was seriously hurt, paired with Junior swearing on his life to never harm Isle Delfino like that ever again. …What? You thought she would hate him for the rest of their lives? Jesus Christ, he's just a kid.

The purple gem on her necklace is her magic wand. It's more fun to toss magic and rings with both hands, so it works.

#Koopalings #Wendy O Koopa #y'know the very last thing i had to decide on was her hair color #between redhead/brunette/blonde/dark pink/lighter strawberry-ish pink it was the dark pink that won #mostly because it went well with the outfit i already colored in =w= #axewchaoscribbles

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I literally do not understand why transmeds tend to be against teens transitioning. If you get why dysphoria is really that serious why deny a teen treatment? Y'all super adamant about needing dysphoria (I agree on this part) but also like no cure for you though. Only treatment for adults. Like it would be one thing to be against informed consent for teens, but like with genuine proper diagnosing (not some hack talking to them for an hour, meaning no trenders getting this) (though tbh only letting straight trans teens transition might help decrease regret rate as like I have yet to see a trender claim to be a straight man). Also transphobes against teens transitioning usually dont want adults to either, they'll always push the number higher if they could. 25 for brain development, but I guarantee if they got to that they'd say more time to experience after hitting full brain development. You're never old enough to know but also later is too old anyway. Also, genuinely curious as to what resource you say they should get as literally nothing other than transition helped my mental health in any way. It's not like a therapist hits you and the head with a wand and you feel better. It's not like talking about anything can solve these issues.

Eh… like I’ve said before. It’s a situation that requires some nuance, but overall the rule should be no minors transitioning, but perhaps with some exceptions. Of course dysphoria is a bitch, but there are ways to help trans kids and teens that aren’t immediately jumping to the medical side of things.

I’m against puberty blockers for trans kids wholesale because frankly they just cause more problems than they solve, ethical issues nonwithstanding. But I also don’t necessarily see a problem with a 16/17 year old starting HRT, given that they’ve had persistent dysphoria since childhood and have cleared it with a doctor and a psychologist.

It is definitely annoying that both sides seem to want this to be a black and white issue when it’s not. However, the fact that transphobes will use any kind of medical mistreatment of (potentially) trans minors to try and prevent adults from transitioning means that minors transitioning should be handled with the utmost care, in addition to the fact that a lot of kids and teens think they’re trans adamantly before settling out as adults.

And yeah, the “25 bc brain development” reasoning is dogshit and that’s not how the world works. There are things that have 21 as a limit that I think should be lowered back down to 18 because it the age of legal adulthood and if you can go to war, vote, acquire debt, live independently, etc, you can start making your own medical decisions too. Again, given that there is also a degree of ethical practice on the part of the doctor as far as informing the patient and assuring that the treatment s correct, etc.

Usually when I and other transmed aligned people talk about “other resources” we’re typically talking about mental health services and other methods of alleviating dysphoria like safe binding, voice training, packing/tucking, etc that aren’t invasive or medical but can ease some dysphoria and aid passing. Obviously theses things don’t solve everything, but medical transition isn’t a magic fix-all either. But I think it would help trans kids/teens specifically to have a baseline of trans-specific coping skills since it’s typically unethical imo for minors to go on HRT or have trans related surgeries on the whole.

#ask