anonymous asked:

I hate this!!! I'm a trans guy and I'm having my first period in months. It's so gross and feminine I hate it!!!!!!!!!!

((omg I’m a Trans guy too and I know how you feel, periods are literally the worst thing ever, like if I’m gonna be covered in blood it might as well be the blood of my enemies amirite?? lol jk

Ok but don’t think of periods as a feminine thing, cause like what kind of cis guy could handle a period??? They’d dIE!! But not us fantastic badass Trans guys, we’re so manly that we start bleeding and we’re like “lol no big deal tis but a flesh wound”, and it’s pretty much a badge of honour. and like it’s called MEN-stration, so there’s that little pun to cheer you up!

And with all seriousness, I know it feels horrible and disgusting, like it makes you less of a man, but that’s not true. You are still 100% amazing and valid, and a little blood doesn’t change any of that. Keep your head up high, grab some chocolates, and remember that this is your story. And every story has to have a conflict. Just keep on reading, and you’ll have you’re happy ending, trust me. 

To any of my FtM followers, I love you all so much and y’all are just so amazing and important I don’t deserve any of you <3 come on over here ya rascals, mun is having feels and needs to group hug you all <3<3<3))

Originally posted by tiredwitch

Flesh Wound


Reilin let out a small hiss seeing the wounds. Serious or not they’d be a pain while they healed.

He rolled up his sleeves after setting down his bucket of water, a clean rag pulled from his apron. Carefully he set to work, washing the dried blood away but being careful not to upset any clotting and reopen the wound. The water was warm and smelled faintly of elfroot.

“Maker if this was me I’d have passed out.” He smiled.

He took his time washing the blood away before liberally applying a salve to the gashes to keep anything else from getting into the wounds, “We’ll watch these for a few days, make sure they done need to be opened and flushed.”

    It didn’t hurt as much as it could have since the wound already had some time to set. He twitched though, but made a good effort in sitting still.

    “It’s not bad when adrenaline is pumping through your veins; it makes it hurt less.” He was sure he knew that. Still, it was the truth. Eon also had an amazing tolerance to pain thanks to his parents letting him get in whatever trouble he wanted. He learned quickly the consequences weren’t worth it. Yet here he was.

    Eon was getting more concerned by the minute. It hardly hurt but watching it for a few days? “I know I can’t see it but it can’t be that bad, can it?”

Creepypasta #1073: At The Corner Of My Room

Length: Short

He always has a grin in his face - but it’s a bloody grin, a flesh wound from ear to ear. And it always seemed freshly cut, as if someone had stabbed the corners of his mouth just minutes earlier. He has no hair, and more disturbingly, no eyes. It isn’t just empty sockets though, there’s just no eyes there, as if it wasn’t even human. Just straight, hard skin where the eyes are supposed to be. 

He is tall as well, probably about 6’ 4” and very pale, white as the exposed bone of a broken leg. His thin arms end in very long, pointy fingers with dark nails, not painted, rotten. He dresses in dirty grey rags and if you get close enough, you’ll be able to listen to a faint, heavy breathing.

I was 6 years old when I first saw him. Woke up at night and there he was, at the corner of my room, long arms barely moving, the dirty white head facing me with no eyes to see. I yelled, my parents came running in. A monster, I said. There are no monsters, they told me. It was still there, but they couldn’t see him. 

As time went on, they started thinking I was crazy, so I stopped talking about it. Years passed. He would go away sometimes, for a few days, maybe weeks, but sooner or later, wherever I was, he’d appear in the corner of the room, standing, watching. That went on for years, it’s the only life i ever knew. The constant fear, the expectation for the day he’d finally do something, hurt me.

But one day I discovered a local psychic in a newspaper ad. I went to see her and, as soon as I sat down to tell my problem, he appeared. I was scared, but she saw it. She could see him as well. That was a first. So I asked her, and I begged her to help me. How do I get rid of him? 

And she told me, she really did.

What you must do, she said, is tell people. Tell them how he looks. Describe it as best as you can, really make them visualize him. They’ll imagine, and someone, someday, will get it right. Someone will come close enough, picture just the right appearance. That’s what lures him in. Once he’s inside your mind, he’s inside your life. 

She told me that when someone picture him just right, eventually that person will enter a room and he will be waiting there, at the corner, with his bloody grin, and I will be free at last.

Credits to: conffra

anonymous asked:

Hello! I loved your headcanon about how Kanan (badly) handles getting injured/sick and having to be patched up. Could you possibly do similar headcanons for how the rest of the crew deals with getting injured/patched up? Thanks!

  • I think that Hera would tolerate her injuries and be That Person that is literally impossible to patch up because she just hops right up and is like ‘okay! we’ve got work to do! I’m totally fine!’
    • meanwhile she’s struggling to walk in a straight fucking line because she’s about to black tf out
  • Sabine is exactly the same as Hera but sometimes she neglects to even tell anyone she’s injured and then they’re all standing around in a briefing or something and just
    • Ezra: Sabine are you bleeding?
    • Sabine: what?
    • Ezra: your side?? is bleeding???
    • Sabine: ‘tis but a flesh wound
    • it’s a real problem with her
  • Zeb just?? never gets hurt??? and when he does he’s literally healed like four hours later and no one understands at all
  • Ezra knows his limits and knows when he needs to be patched up - but he’s horrible about the actual healing process
    • Hera thinks it’s probably from all those years on the streets ingrained into him - gotta keep moving, gotta keep on your feet so you aren’t caught unaware
    • Kanan agrees with her (he knows from experience that’s exactly what it is)
    • So this kid could literally be bandaged up after a fire fight and should be resting for like three days at LEAST and two hours later Kanan finds the kid wandering around Chopper Base doing chores and Kanan’s certain that Ezra is the reason he’s going to die young
  • Basically this crew does not know how to recover properly after being injured and they should really have a babysitter