Hello Mr Ryan, Mr Trump, and whomever else this may concern.
(And, if you are an American of any stripe, then as it turns
out it also concerns you.)
I am a family physician. I interact with your constituents
all day, every day. I hear about their problems, their struggles, and often the
limitations they face regarding healthcare. I try to help them when I can. That’s
my job in a nutshell.
So let me tell you about one of your constituents who also
happened to become my patient. Let’s call him Bob.
Bob is a middle aged man who worked full time at an entry
level manual labor type job. The kind of job you spend 40 hrs/wk working but
still hover around the poverty line. The kind of job with no benefits. He didn’t
go to the doctor and had no health insurance but as far as he knew he also didn’t
have any health problems. Until one day he started feeling unwell. This
persisted for a few days and he refused to let his wife take him to the doctor.
He was worried about the cost and figured he’d get better in a few days anyway.
Only he didn’t. He got worse and his wife called an ambulance.
Enter the healthcare system.
Actually, let’s skip ahead to the final diagnosis. Bob has
type 2 diabetes. Newly diagnosed. Easy. Boring. Right? Except Bob clearly had
diabetes for some time, unbeknownst to him. When he arrived in the Emergency
Department he was in septic shock. He was riddled with large abscesses in his
internal organs and soft tissues. Both his lower limbs were necrotic. He had
osteomyelitis in multiple locations. What’s really amazing though is that he
lived. He had both his legs amputated below the knees and was hospitalized for
weeks. All told he had 8 or 9 surgeries. He required weeks of additional IV
antibiotics. But he ultimately got better. And his diabetes is well controlled
now on pretty minimal medication.
During his hospital stay he was enrolled in Medicaid which,
fortunately, will pay for all this medical expense. So let’s look at this from
an economic perspective for a quick minute. This is a man who very quickly
racked up hundreds of thousands of dollars of medical bills for which the
government will pay. He is wheelchair bound now and on disability, again on the
government’s tab. He will certainly have additional complications during his
lifetime including pressure ulcers, infections, chronic kidney disease, etc.
All told this one individual is costing/will cost the government millions of
For want of a couple hundred bucks of prevention.
A routine visit to any PCP would have certainly identified
his diabetes earlier and, as it turns out, he only needs like $30/month of
medication to control it.
This is the tragedy of healthcare in America. That few
hundred bucks of prevention is the ‘entitlement’ you and your fellow
Republicans want to remove. This is of course saying nothing of the great
personal cost to Bob in terms of his quality of life, physical, and
psychological well being. Your bill that was withdrawn on Friday was nothing
short of an abomination. Now, you might say I have chosen an extreme example to
make a political point. Only I haven’t. I have multiple Bob like patients. Ask
any PCP, especially in rural and urban underserved America. I promise you they
will all know Bob. They will all have multiple Bobs on their panel.
Obamacare is not perfect, but it is progress. You must
understand that prevention is cheap and to continue to make progress Obamacare
must be augmented and refined, not ‘repealed and replaced’. Anything else is a
complete affront to the American people. So please, cut your political BS and draft
some useful legislation with input from actual physicians and other folks who
understand that yes, healthcare is complicated. Perhaps you could ask Mr. Obama
for some tips.
(A/N): YOU GUYS I LOVE PREWAR BUCKY SO MUCH (please send me more prewar requests, I’m begging you)
Request:Hey 👋🏻 ❤ So could I request a 40’s Bucky x reader?the reader is very shy and a friend of Peggy. Bucky is the ladies man. One night they all went to a party and Bucky asked the reader out as a bet she said yes and they became a couple. Bucky begins to fall in love with the reader. After a while she discovers by accident about the bet and her heart got broken. Bucky does not give up on her and tries to win her back! With a happy ending,angst and fluff!! Thank you love you 💛💙
Bucky was bored, Steve was bored but Peggy was having the time of her life. The three of them were out celebrating the end of the war, the fact they were still alive; In fact, it seemed everyone was out celebrating their win. The bar was crammed full of men and women, all dancing and drinking, having a jolly good time, everyone except Bucky and Steve. Peggy had had one too many drinks and she was content to talk the entire night away, boring both men into a light sleep. The only thing that woke them up was when Steve accidentally let his head slip out of his hands and he smacked the table, jolting both men awake. Bucky looked around in shock, before looking at Steve who was now rubbing at his red forehead. Bucky snickered softly, shaking his head but his laughter immediately died when his eyes caught something lingering at the entrance.
A young girl, around Peggy’s age, was standing at the entrance to the bar, looking rather anxious. Immediately she perked up as she looked in his direction. Bucky thought she was smiling at him but he quickly realized he was wrong when Peggy jumped up and rushed over to her to hug her.
"(Y/N), you’re here!“
"I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see you,” She smiled gently, showcasing her beautiful smile.
Bucky looks at the two interacting for quite some time, entrance with (Y/N) but a quick tap to his shoulder quickly snapped him out of his trance.
“I’ve got a dare for you,” Steve smirks coolly as he folds his arms over his chest. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you go and ask her out,” Bucky looks at him, furrowing his brows.
"Okay…what’s the catch?“
"You have to date her for more than four months,”
“no,” Bucky shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. “No way, do you know how many days that is that I’d have to go without kissing some cute blonde?” Steve chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.
“What about two hundred?” Bucky purses his lips in thought, humming softly as Peggy and (Y/N) approach the table, still talking to each other animatedly.
"Fine two hundred dollars,“ Steve chuckles as he leans back into his seat, closing his eyes once again.
"Guess you’re gonna be out of two hundred dollars in a month,"
"Whatever,” Bucky growls to Steve as Peggy and (Y/N) sit down.
"Steven, James, this (Y/N), a friend of mine,“
"Hello,” Steve answers politely, giving (Y/N) a soft smile. Bucky on the other hand was going to be more flirtatious, he did have to win a bet after all.
“Heya doll,” Bucky leans forward, smiling at (Y/N) smugly. The poor girl blushed madly, her entire face red as Bucky looked at her.
"Hi,“ (Y/N) replies quietly, her eyes glued to their hands as she does so. She was shy, Bucky loved the shy ones.
"She recently moved to Brooklyn-"
"Good choice cutie,” Bucky winked at her and Bucky swore he’d never seen a face redder than hers. It was…cute. Most women were throwing themself at his feet, batting their eyelashes and acting all sorts of sweet and innocent but for once Bucky thought he’d found a girl who actually was what all those women pretended to be. She seemed so genuinely moved by his compliments, as though no one had ever called her cute nicknames or told her how cute she was.
Oh, Bucky was going to have fun with this one.
The “party” had dragged by painfully slow, with Peggy still rambling and (Y/N) occasionally breaking the constant talking with small input here and there. Every now and then Bucky would throw a compliment her way, a ‘your hair is looking fantastic’, or maybe a little something like 'Thats one hell of a dress’. E very time he so much looked her way she ended up blushing madly but nonetheless it always brought a small smile to her rosy cheeks.
Around 10 Peggy finally crashed, quite literally too. She was slowly talking one second and then the next she was fast asleep. Steve picked her up and carried her home, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) all alone. He was of course going to walk her home, what kind of a man would he be if he didnt? And truthfully he was actually looking forward to some one on one time with (Y/N), she seemed beyond nice and Bucky wanted to get to know her more.
“(Y/N)’s a gorgeous name,” Bucky states as he walks along, hands shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim lighting of Brooklyn he could see (Y/N)’s wild blush. “And that blush is pretty cute too,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) cracks a wide smile, hanging her head to hide jus how much of an effect his words had on her. “So (Y/N), you got a man of your own?"
"Um no,” (Y/N) whispers, cheeks burning once again.
"No?“ Bucky asks dumbfoundedly. "That’s- no- that’s not possible, how can someone like you not be datin’ anyone?” (Y/N) shrugs, her ever present smile still there.
"I’m really quiet, guess that’s not something men these days like,“
"I like it,” Bucky supplies rather quickly. “Shy gals are the cutest,"
"Seems like you’re the only man on the face of the earth who thinks like that,”
“Good,” Bucky smirks a bit, “more for me,” (Y/N) smiles, a wide toothy thing that had Bucky’s heart fluttering just a bit. “So (Y/N), I was wonderin’ if maybe you’d like to go out on a date sometime, I get if you don’t want to but you seem really nice and I’d love to get to know ya more,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky with a shocked expression, eyes wide and lips parted.
“Are- are you serious?"
"Hell yeah I’m serious,” Bucky smiles at her widely.
"You’re not lying to me?“
"No doll,” Bucky stops walking, turning to face her immediately. “I’m bein’ dead serious, I’d love to take you out for some dinner some time, maybe see a movie, go feed the ducks, whatever the hell you wanna do,” (Y/N) blushes once again but we smile is much brighter and bigger than he had ever seen it.
"I’d love that,“ Bucky sighs gratefully, internally chanting and rooting himself on. In five months he was going to have a nice stack of two hundred dollars in his hand…
Well- Bucky had fucked up
Royally, what had supposed to be nothing more than a stupid bet had quickly turned into something more. Bucky quickly realized what a gem in the rough he’d found, (Y/N) was unlike any other girl he’d ever met. She was abnormally sweet, so caring, beyond adorable, and not to mention the most hilarious person he’d ever met.
After having spent a couple of years with the military he was used to strong language, crude jokes but what he heard from (Y/N) completely topped anything he hear in the army. It was a huge surprise when one day whilst (Y/N) was cooking a meal for the two of then he quite suddenly heard a loud crash followed by (Y/N)’s feminine voice yelling a short but consice "Fuck!” Bucky didnt think he had laughed that hard in his entire life. But Bucky quickly learned that (Y/N) also had a bit of a feisty side. She was bound and determined to do everything herself, she didn’t need help doing a single thing. While most women would expect him to do everything (Y/N) would most likely punch him if he even thought about doing a single thing for her. She was different and Bucky loved that.
It didn’t take him long to realize just how screwed he was. A month of dating each other and he realized he was in love. The damn idiot had actually fallen in love. Now, it was the five month mark and Bucky was as anxious for it as he could be. He couldn’t accept Steve’s money now, not after falling in love with (Y/N) and he sure as hell had to tell her about the bet, how horrible would it be of him to not to do so? He’d be the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth but whenever he tried to he’d choke up and refuse to tell her. But now he had really done it.
He had meant to tell her that night but then things went a little….sidewards and now he was laying in (Y/N)’s bed, butt fucking naked as he held a sleeping (Y/N). Her skin was still slightly sweaty from precious activities but if he even dared pulled away she’d begin to shiver and whine in her sleep so Bucky stayed by her side, holding her as close as humanly possible.
He’d tell her later, after she woke up. He’d make her a nice breakfast (even though she’d probably beat him for it), he try to explain it as nicely as he could and hope for the best.
“Wait…” (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Are you- are you being serious?” Her tone was meek and quiet, just like the tone she usually had around anyone but him. Bucky sighs, his stomach twisted up in knots as he nods.
"Yeah, yeah I am,“
"I was just- I was just a bet to you?” (Y/N) squeaks, her voice breaking as her tears threatened to spill over.
It physically made Bucky sick to see (Y/N) hurting, especially because of him. He’d never seen her cry and the idea that he was the cause of these fresh tears made his heart ache.
"In the beginning yes but as soon as I took you on that first date I realized that you meant more than that-“ Bucky stops when (Y/N) sniffles, a single tear rolling down her beautiful cheeks. "Doll, I promise-” Bucky reached out to wipe the tear away but his hand froze in mid air as (Y/N) abruptly stood up, tears now freely sliding down her cheeks, turned on her heel and marched to Bucky’s front door. She grabbed her jacket and hand bag, not even giving Bucky a second glance as she did so.
"(Y/N), doll, I promise it’s not like that anymore-“
"Two hundred dollars?” (Y/N) looks at him, her beautiful lips trembling. “Two hundred dollars is all I mean to you?” Bucky’s heart aches, it hurts so fucking much and all he wants to do is reach out and hold (Y/N), comfort her and convince her that she meant the world to him. But before he could even open his mouth to respond (Y/N) slammed the door shut, leaving Bucky all alone in his apartment.
Bucky immediately ran to Steve’s place, damn well knowing that Peggy was probably there as well. His fist best upon the door loudly, he panted from the exertion of running god knows how many blocks, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. Immediately the door opened, revealing a rather dishelved looking Steve.
"Buck, uh- I’m kinda busy right now-“
"Yeah, I can see that,” Bucky grumbles as he marches into Steve’s apartment, ignoring Steve’s cries not to. Bucky completely ignored the fact that Peggy was laying naked on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her body as she looked at Bucky in disappointment. “I fucked up Steve, I fucked up so bad,"
"What? What’d you do?” Steve asks as he slams the front door shut, obviously unhappy with the way things were turning out. “I told (Y/N) about the bet,”
"you- you- you fucking idiot! Why the hell would you do that?“
"I thought she deserved to know!"
"God Bucky, what kind of an idiot does something like that?”
"Wait-” Peggy raises a hand, silencing both boys. “What bet?” Both men sigh in disappointment, knowing that Peggy would beat both their asses for what they did.
"That day in the bar, the day we returned home,“
"Yes,” Peggy nods, acknowledging the memory.
"Well I told Bucky that if he could date (Y/N) for a solid five months I’d give him two hundred dollars,“ Peggy looks between the two of them, dumbfounded, and even a bit hurt. The room is silent for far too long, no one says a word as Peggy sits there brewing in her anger. Both of the boys nearly cowered in fear, waiting for Peggy to snap and bite their heads off.
"You two-” Peggy whispers quietly, “Are the biggest dicks on the face of this earth!” Peggy chucks a pillow their way, cursing both of them to hell and back. “I can’t believe you’d do that!"
"I know,” Bucky cowers in fear as Peggy continues to throw pillows. “We were stupid!"
"I ought to get up and beat you to a bloody pulp, both of you!"
"Or you can help me fix this with (Y/N)!”
"Why should I you heartless prick?“
"Because I love her, okay! I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world and I can’t- I can’t lose her,” Peggy finally settles down, looking at Bucky with a now much softer gaze. “I want to fix this, I want (Y/N) to know how much I love her.” Peggy sighs softly as she readjusts her blanket, pulling it up her body a little higher.
“She’s not going to be easy to win back, she’s sensitive and she likes to hold a grudge,” Bucky nods, sighing in defeat. “But I know you can win her back James,” Peggy smiles softly, “Plus with a little help from me you’ll be golden,” Bucky smiles, sighing in relief.
“Oh thank you so much Peggy, I can’t thank you enough,"
"You can thank me by getting out of here, I’ll come buy Tommorrow to figure something out, okay?” Bucky nods as he runs a hand through his hair, gripping the strands gently.
With Peggy’s help he actually had a chance at winning (Y/N) back, there was a glimmer of hope for him. He just hoped that he hadn’t hurt (Y/N) too much, he hoped it wasn’t too late to repair what they had.
"She loves the stars,“
"Yeah, I know that Pegs,”
"I know that too,”
"She loves to read-“
"Peggy, this is all shit I already know-”
“She likes red wine too,”
“How is this going to help me at all?”
“Just combine them all together,” Peggy sighs, shaking her head. “A night under the stars, some chocolate and red wine, pick up a book for her,"
"Peggy, Brooklyn is covered in snow, how am I supposed to-”
"Stark has been working on this machine, more like a room really. Find (Y/N), tell her you’ll pick her up at six, I’ll give you directions to the place, you just show up with your stuff and I’ll have everything ready,“
Bucky was a bit reluctant to agree, after all, what if Peggy screwed him over for making the bet? But this was the best plan he had right now so he had to roll with it even if his gut feeling was telling him it was a bad idea.
Bucky rapped his knuckles against (Y/N)’s door, sighing shakily as he awaited an answer.
"Go away,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, full of insecurity.
"(Y/N), please just open up,“
"Are you here to rub two hundred dollars in my face?”
“No, I’m here to ask you on a date-”
“a date? Are you serious?”
“Please (Y/N), just open up so I can talk to you,”
“Why should I?”
“Please (Y/N),” Bucky rests his forehead against the cold wood door, sighing as he does. “I’m beggin’ ya doll,” Bucky could hear (Y/N) sigh softly and not a moment afterwards the door swung open, revealing a rather worn down looking (Y/N). Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her hair was a mess, and the only piece of clothing around her body was an old robe. Even now Bucky found her stunning.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods, trying to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous form.
“I’ve picked some stuff up and I’ve got something special planned for us,”
“Do I have to dress up?” Bucky smiles a bit, shaking his head as he does.
“Of course not, wear whatever you want,”
“…when do we leave?”
“Six,” (Y/N) sighs, resting her head against the doorframe. “I know I hurt you,” Bucky looks at his feet, shame flooding through his system. “It was stupid to even have the bet, I shouldn’t have done that to you and I’m so sorry (Y/N)-”
“It’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugs, “Guess it was the only way someone would ever want to date me-”
“No doll,” Bucky takes a step forward to hold her, just like he usually did when she was hurting but this time he stopped himself, deciding against it. “That’s not true,”
“that’s why you dated me, right? Had it not been for the bet you wouldn’t even be with me right now, would you?”
“I don’t- I don’t know doll,” Bucky sighs, looking down to his hands once again.
“Yeah…that’s what I thought,” Both of them fall silent for a bit, just staring at the ground, each one biting back their own words and feelings, too scared to share them at such a vulnerable moment. “I’ll be ready at 5:45,” (Y/N) finally speaks, their voice so quiet Bucky had to strain to hear it. “You can come pick me up then,” Bucky nods, sighing shakily as he does,
“Sounds good,” He gave (Y/N) a gentle smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. (Y/N) smiles back, mirroring his expression as she murmurs okay and gently closes the door, leaving Bucky all alone on their doorstep.
Well, she had said yes, that was a start.
As promised Bucky was there at 5:45, knocking on (Y/N)’s door gently. Immediately it swung open, revealing the girl herself and holy shit- she damn near took Bucky’s breath away. She wasn’t dressed in anything extravagant, just a simple floral dress, she didn’t even have a lick of makeup on and Bucky still thought she looked far more beautiful than any other woman he’d laid eyes on.
“You look amazing,” Bucky whispers, his eyes unashamedly raking over (Y/N)’s form. A slight blush rise to her cheeks, the same blush that made Bucky fall in love and suddenly he felt like he was on his first date all over again.
“Thank you,” (Y/N) whispers all shy and timidly, making Bucky’s heart flutter lightly.
“I uh- I’d ask to hold your hand but I think you’d break my hand if I did,” Bucky smiles sheepishly as he and (Y/N) make their way down the steps and out onto the open streets. Wordlessly (Y/N) clasps Bucky’s hand in her own, giving it a soft squeeze, a reassuring squeeze. Even when she was mad at him she could help but give into the affection, Bucky loved it. Bucky smiles happily as he guides (Y/N) along, his thumb smoothing circles into her skin as they walked along, venturing further and further away from civilization.
“Uh- you’re not taking me out here to murder me, are you?” (Y/N) chuckles nervously, looking at the abandoned streets and overpowering weeds in fear. “Of course not,” Bucky chuckles. “I’ve just got something special, that’s all,”
“Is it murder? I bet it’s murder,”
“It’s not murder,” Bucky chuckles a bit. “I promise,”
“Well, what’s in the box?” (Y/N) gestures to the small bag Bucky carried in his free hand. It was full of all the materials Peggy told him to bring, chocolate, wine, a good book all he needed was Starks facility and hopefully he was good to go…hopefully…
The place Peggy had given him the directions to was…run down to put it lightly. It was a crumbling buidling in some old lot, one that barely looked inhabitable but Bucky didnt doubt Peggy, never did and never would.
“This is the surprise?” (Y/N) asks in disbelief.
“It’s on the inside,” Bucky mutters, biting his lip as he took a few steps towards the building. He trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted-
Bucky stops as he enters the building, his eyes roaming around the interior in shock. It was full of stars- not exaggerating. The entire interior was space, he could see all the planets, every star, every little speck of dust in the universe was in this room.
(Y/N) trails not too far behind, her eyes wide as she stepped in as well. If Bucky thought that was cool it became magnificent when suddenly the stars and planets began to move, orbiting as though they were actually in space.
“Bucky-” (Y/N)’s voice is quiet, full of surprise as she looks around. She trails off however as they reach out, touching a small star close to them. The thing moved to her hand, sitting there as though an actual fucking star was made to fit in her hand.
“You like stars, don’t'cha?” Bucky asks as he gently tugs (Y/N) along, to a small spot in the middle of the room. There was already a blanket there (Thanks Peggy) and Bucky sat down, pulling (Y/N) alongside him. She looked around in awe, her eyes twinkling in a way Bucky had never seen before. She looked so beatiful, so full I happiness and curiosity that Bucky wished he could just live in this moment forever, just to watch (Y/N) smiles the way she was smiling. “I also- uh- have some chocolate and wine,” Bucky pulls the two Items out, setting them down on the blanket for (Y/N) to take. “And I know you love poetry and love so-” Bucky chuckles as he pulls out some poetry book he had found at the store. It was chuck full of cheesy romance poems and he knew (Y/N) would simply eat up.
“You did all this for me?” (Y/N) asks softly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looks at Bucky. Bucky nods, smiling at her so sweetly and so lovingly he was surprised he didn’t develop diabetes.
“Yeah I did, with a little help from some friends,” (Y/N) smiles, her eyes watering even more as she pounces forward, wrapping Bucky up In a warm, tight hug.
“Thank you so much,” She whispers as she nuzzles into his neck, breathing in deeply.
Bucky wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, sighing softly as he finally- finally held her. It felt so good to have her back in his arms, it had only been a few days but even that had been too much for him.
“Anything for you doll,” Bucky whispers as he kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s ear, a small action that she loved dearly. “I’m so sorry about the bet, I promise you mean so much more to me than some stupid money. The thought of hurting you the way I did makes me sick, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, because I do, I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I wish I had told you sooner,” Bucky rants as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s pulse point, her heartbeat soothing him slightly.
“I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky, her cheeks now wet with tears. “I love you so much,” Without any hesitation she leans forward, connection her lips with Bucky’s.
It felt so good to be kissing her, to be able to feel her and hold her, it felt so amazing to know that she knew that he loved her, what was even better was knowing she loved him back. Bucky and (Y/N) loved each other, that’s all that mattered.
Bucky pulls (Y/N) a little closer, kisses her a little deeper, a little more passionately, a little more sensually-
“As cute as this moment is,” Howard Stark’s voice blares through the room, breaking the two lovers apart. “I’d like to remind you two not to have sex inside here, I don’t need your bodily fluids all over my experiment, thanks,”
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.
If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
Everything changes when Derek goes under while surfing, hits his head on a board, and sees a man with a tail swimming away. He wants to know who that was, and what it has to do with Beacon Hills, the one place he never meant to come back to.
To start this post off, not all of these tips will work for everyone! Everyone’s dysphoria is different and everyone has different things that help!
Also, I am not a doctor or anything like that! And I am a trans guy, so that’s what this is all coming from, I can try to look up how other genders deal with dysphoria, but I think a lot of these ones will also help other genders
- Showering (I know this doesn’t help everyone) Okay, so I know it may seem like confronting your physical form may not be the right thing to do, and it might not be, but for me taking a shower/bath really helps because I focus more on the routine and what I’m washing than my actual body Also! Using products that match your gender might really help!! I use the more “masculine” smelling products for my body and it’s super nice ^^ They also have products that are more “gender neutral” if that’s more your thing
- Do something distracting that you enjoy For example, I love going on walks, drawing, writing, and gaming and any of things things could be distractions from things that you don’t want to think about! You of course don’t need to pick one of the things I enjoy doing, there are lots of things you could do like sports, blogging, listening to music, hanging out with your pets (they aren’t going to judge you!), etc.
- Find someone who won’t judge you! I know this might be hard for some of you, but I know that I have at least one person to talk to every time I get upset about this sort of thing! My friends will not misgender me, and they will reassure me that I am a guy and I do pass, and all that good stuff! If someone is hurting you and misgendering you and not respecting you, you can cut them out of your life! You are not obligated to keep these people around because of their feelings Pets can be used for this too! Your animals will never judge you :3 Hell, they probably don’t even know what gender is :D
- Find things about yourself that you like This doesn’t have to be about your body, but it can be! If you take the time to think about positive aspects of yourself, you might feel a little better. And if you can think about the positive things about your body, like the color of your eyes or the shade of your skin, or how great your smile is, or how cool your hair was in that one selfie, it might make you feel a little better about how you’re feeling about yourself right now c: If you don’t want to or can’t think about positive things about your body, try thinking about things you’re good at or things you like about your personality! Like how great of a person you are, how nice you can be, how cool you are, or how dedicated you are! Something like that!
- Treat yourself I know not everyone can go buy themselves their favorite dinner or anything like that due to money, but you can do simple things like watch your favorite movie! Or just let yourself eat that expensive ice cream you bought last week :3 Curl up in your favorite blanket with that one pillow that’s just right, or put on that makeup/outfit that you love! It’s in the little things
- Try not to think about “passing” I know this is extremely hard, but “passing” is just a social construct. Nobody “looks like a boy” because boys can look like anyone, and the same goes for other genders as well! This is definitely a hard thing to tell yourself, especially since a lot of people don’t get it, but it might help some of you!
- Find inspiration! Find someone who you look up to, or who is transitioning/has transitioned. Some people (like me) might feel resentment at them for being further into their transition than them, but other might (and should try to) be filled with hope and positivity by seeing that things get better and that it is possible to change yourself into how you want to (or do) see yourself
- Look back If you’ve already started your transition, look back to months, or years ago! You will be surprised at how far you’ve come You might even feel more hopeful about the future after having seen how much you’ve changed since before
- Find people to talk to Find people who are, or have been, in the same or a similar scenario; they know what it’s like and they may be able to help you! They can share what it was like for them and what helped them
- Just. Stop. Seriously, if you can, don’t do anything that day. Sometimes, people just need a break or some time alone. So, if you’ve been saving up those hours at work, take the day off if you can! If you know there’s nothing important at school the next day, try to stay home and not put yourself through more stuff Keep yourself safe and comfortable during your break! Maybe use this time to use one of the other techniques at the same time ^^
- Keep a diary This might seem silly, but I keep a diary off and on and it really helps me! Sometimes people just need to open up, but not to a person I named my diary Tina, so it kind of felt like I was talking to a person, though haha Also, just getting all of this down on paper (or on the screen) might help
- Wear your favorite outfit!! Find that outfit that makes you feel like a hundred bucks and wear it! It doesn’t matter if you’re staying in your house or going somewhere, wear that outfit and own it! Take a lot of pictures if you like the way it looks c:
- Selfies Take selfies when you look hella good and how you want to look, so that when you’re feeling down and dysphoric, you can look back at your selfies and be like “damnnn I look hot”
- Workout This might seem like a horrible idea, but I’ve heard that it works wonders! Just go get beefy or run into your legs feel like jelly This might also help you sleep, which might help by getting rid of your thoughts
- Sleep If you can take a nap, or just crash out, do it! You don’t have anything planned and these thoughts won’t stop? Go to sleep. You won’t be thinking of anything if you’re unconscious
- Avoid negativity If you know someone is going to bring you down, avoid them Same goes with places! If you know that a certain place is going to be negative or bring negative thoughts on, it’s probably best to avoid that place
- Drink ice water I find that the painfully cold liquid can really wipe the mind with it’s shocking temperature
- Meditate If you’re into meditation, or want to try it, I hear it does wonders to find that inner peace and just forget you have a body or end up thinking more positively about that body
- Watch your favorite show Focusing on something you love, like a series filled with interested characters who aren’t you and find themselves in lots of situations can really take your mind off of things
- Burn incense or candles Burn it right next to your bed (carefully tho) and make sure it’s a scent that you love! This way, if you don’t get out of bed, you can still have something to enjoy
- Read Read a book, or a fanfiction, or anything that will capture your full attention, so that you have something better to focus on
- Modify your body!! Like piercings, and hair dye, and stuff! Hell, even those temporary tattoos are pretty cool :3 This way, you can feel like you’re doing stuff to your body on your own terms You can even just draw on yourself with a sharpie or something!
- Clean Maybe just do some laundry or put things in neat little piles! Any amount of stress taken off will feel super good and also you might find that one outfit you lost months ago! (if you’re anything like me haha)
- Name and pronouns Write down your name and pronouns on things to make you feel a little better seeing that that’s what you want to be called, and it can just be written down like that! You could also ask some supportive friends to read them or just call you by them for no reason at the moment haha
- Take up a new hobby You could spend the time you spend being dysphoric, doing something you enjoy! Learn a new language, or learn how to do arts and crafts, or buy some gardening supplies!
- Save up money Just stick some coins from the dryer in a jar and start saving up for your transition! It’ll make you feel like things are going faster than they are
And remember: You are valid! No matter what anyone tells you, or how you feel, you are valid! <3
He slammed on the breaks, his hand slamming across her chest to keep her from smashing forward
This is Marcos, that’s Leo. Don’t trust anybody else in this place, and if you need something from outside, ask them.
Turn your body when you punch, gives it more power.
My apartment isn’t a storage facility, y’know…
His idea of helping is to give you a passport and plane ticket, and tell you to stop bothering him
You think so little of yourself
I don’t do secrets if they don’t benefit me anyway
“What…? Are you going to jump?” “That’s the plan.”
That’s the most sexual handshake I’ve ever seen
You better watch that hand, boy.
“It’s her own fault that she didn’t do anything of herself!” “No, it’s not her fault!”
You have no idea how much you put her back.
“I’m thinking of taking my old job back…” “Robbing people?” “What? No, man…”
God, she’s gonna murder Chloe if she opens her mouth one more time to say something stupid
I don’t care what you did, you understand? It’s not my business in anyway.
Have you worked a day in your life?
“No… Oh my God, tell me you didn’t…” “He won’t report it. The man has more warrants than I have family left.”
Get a haircut you little monster.
“Where you going?” “I have work. Meet me in library at 2?”
“Are you gonna drink the whole bottle?” “Lost the cork, what else I’m supposed to do?”
I had to threaten to kill over half of them for them to come here, but hey, nobody needs to know that
“I’m sorry.” “No need to be, sweetheart. Are you still cold?”
Their leader didn’t give much change to mistakes
“Why do you say it like your pain doesn’t matter?” “Because at end of the day, somebody has suffered more than me.”
“Are you drunk?” “Hardly ever.”
“Why’s Marcus walking like that?” “He tried to do a cannonball to inch of snow.”
I don’t know why I’m eating, I’m not even hungry
Are you supposed to bring a present to a funeral?
“How did you started working for Harry?” “I ran over him and he offered me a job. Easy.”
Can you blow the candles next time you leave the room?
Why does your voice sound like gravel?
Would such a man pistol whip an eleven-year-old?
You’re not even supposed to drink caffeine.
Were you gonna stab me with a spoon?!
This is wicked magic. It’ll bite your ass faster than you can ever imagine
Is putting me behind bars not enough? You had chain me to a wall too?
Keep him screaming, Nik. I want someone to call the cops
The one time I need it to rain in Portland it doesn’t
I wish to speak with you, my darling.
“You’re gonna die alone!” “Everybody dies alone, you fool”
why’s the woman yelling outside
“Is this legal evidence?” “You and I have different meaning of legal, counselor”
Did you manage to punch him before he got arrested?
Let’s pretend we didn’t just break about sixteen laws in five seconds
Any change that you can
Oh shit, he’s a big fella, call Emma. I don’t wanna fight him.
You want your kid back? Better confess to murder of that little girl or soon your son goes to fight a big men’s war in Uganda
“Why are you sleeping on the back of the ambulance?” “Didn’t find any other place.”
“What did you give to him?” “A illegal horse tranquilizer from China. Knocks you out in five minutes. I don’t know how he’s even standing anymore.”
Hey fucker, my porch lights are not on! Fuck off!
You managed to find a only gun store that doesn’t have Chicago’s 78 hour wait?
“It’s not that easy” “Well it’s not that complicated either”
I just inhaled chocolate cake. This is the best way to die
I have to wear two sports bras to even think about exercising
Where do you think I do at 2am? Taco bell, bitch
I may not know your name but this won’t be your dying day
The lady of modern day Edinburg pierced the knife through her heart and hoped the spell had worked
That stupid grin on his face is almost enough of a reason to hit him
“I read the police report, you know.” “Then you know what happened. So why are you bothering to talk to me?”
Why aren’t they finding anything?
God why the hell I’m so hungry? I haven’t done anything…
“She has about four hours of air left.” “Who do you know?”
“Why’s she’s screaming?” “Some kind of ritual. I think she’s a witch.”
I got a headache for acting like I actually cared about his options
“Why are you on my couch?” “I’m trying to come up with a plan to get your brother out of the trouble with Chinese mafia.” “Oh… Well you’re welcome to stay if you like.”
I’ll call him. Let’s hope that he’s still in Barranquilla… And not in a ditch with cocaine blocking his nose.
“He’s still looking for you.” “What does that mean? Are you in trouble?”
“There’s dinner in the freezer.” “Ice cream is not dinner. But thanks.”
Yes, I will break it, don’t let me touch it
What was I supposed to think, you left giggling out of the room!
I didn’t think I could fuck up so badly. I’m honestly quite amazed of myself.
Don’t make the lie more complicated.
“She had enough evidence to put him to jail for the rest of his life.” “Why didn’t she?” “I think part of her still believed in family that time.”
I don’t wanna start begging, but I swear to God I will.
How long have you waited to do that?
Happy’s missing three teeth, Kevin has had his face purple for the past two weeks, and Rigg probably has lost half of his intelligence just hanging out with you guys!
You can stop avoiding me, alright? I know what happened, so call me.
I don’t know what your father taught you, but mine taught me how to take a beating.
“You just let her walk out of the front door?!” “We didn’t know it was her!” “How the hell you didn’t know that! Her face is plastered all over the news!”
“God, I don’t want to talk to you right now” “Well you have to. Does your shoulder hurt?”
”What the hell happened?! I though you promised not to lay a hand on him, no matter what he does!” ”Oh shut up. He started waving a knife around, I just made sure he didn’t poke his eye out.”
I don’t know how she’s even moving after that.
Don’t let me slam her face in, because I swear to God I will do it if she keeps talking
“You want my jacket?” “This smells like weed, dude.” “It’s not my jacket so don’t blame me.”
“Is this stolen?” “You want to see a receipt?”
“What… Why are you checking your pulse?” “I just wanna make sure that I’m still alive.”
I thought this was supposed to be one of those easy jobs!
Don’t make it obvious that you’re an asshole, put your shirt on.
You put on hell of a fight, I hope you know that.
Do I get a list of rules when I go there or do I just have to be on my good side?
They don’t look so happy… You think we should apologize?
I don’t think you should eat something that has been in your apartment as long as that has.
“Show me,” he whispered, starting to pull down the zipper of her hoodie. “It’s just a bruise…” She tried to push his hand away, but she was backed against the corner and the painkillers had stopped working, so even breathing was painful.
You’re still replying my texts so it can’t be that bad
“You’ve never been a man with few words.” “I only need few perfect words.” “And what are those?” “Marry me.”
Looks like you’ve started finally to listen to me.
I can feel the hair on my ass standing up
I know all your dirty tricks… I know every step before you even take them . He’s my brother. I’ll always take his side before anybody else’s.
When you decide to come in, there’s pepperoni pizza in the oven
He seems to like avoiding you.
It doesn’t matter how hurt she is, she’ll try to get up and fight. It’s her nature.
I would have come to the wedding but the nurses threated to tie me down to the bed if I even try to rip off the tubes and stuff… but you know, congratulations.
“Now you’re just being mean.” “I think the word you’re supposed to use is… a tease.”
Are we just going ignore that the maniac just drank the whole bottle?
She definitely has the balls to do it, no question about it
I got concussion from a door. I ended up at ER, explaining that the door viciously slammed against my face, sounds great doesn’t it
“How did you get mom here?” “I gave her two hundred bucks to stay the whole thing.” “What?!”
If she starts to poke my chest again, I’ll walk out and leave you there to be tortured
She grew up on lies. Either it was from her mother’s mouth or from the man who she always thought was her father.
“Who long have we known each other?” “About fifteen years. Give or take. But that doesn’t mean I trust you.”
Can you pull my shoulder back in?
He’s going to kill you. He’s so going to kill for doing that to her.
You used to be so much better at lying.
Stay down! Don’t get up!
“Do you believe in love with first sight?” “I don’t believe in love.”
She had warned him and after he started pounding on Jon the third time, she didn’t think twice for making him bleed.
Touch my brother and I’ll make sure that you won’t be able to move you hands an inch afterwards
I know my limits. I know how much pain I can take before I pass out or can’t move. I know my body.
“Nice underwear,” he pointed out with a smirk, expecting Alex to start pulling her shirt to cover herself, but she surprised him by pulling the top over her head. “Oh wow.”
Are you asking for a permission? Because if so… I might just give you one.
“People might just start to think you’re obsessed with me.” “Are expectin’ me to deny it?” “I might just have to start calling you my stalker then…”
Prove me wrong then! Prove me that I can trust you, that you won’t fuck me over the second I drop my guard!
“Can you stop sleeping in my bathtub?” “Why? Is so much better than the bed you made me sleep.”
Do I need to tell you everything I love about you?
Are you a predator or the prey?
My mom found your bra in my freezer, why the fuck?
I don’t remember if I ate today so… wanna go grab Thai or something?
I told it was faster this way.
I’m not great at driving when someone is trying to kill me!
I’m gonna borrow your suitcase, mate! Your clothes are under the bed if you need them!
This is not a taco. This is just disgusting.
He pointed at me with a tattooed finger. “I’ll call you.” And then he was gone.
“I thought you’d never drop down your guard.” “Consider yourself special.”
You’re younger than me and you’re rocking in your rocking chair like old man
“I don’t want fancy dinners or restaurants!” “Great, I’ll take you to the fanciest bar I’ve ever been in.”
What was I supposed to do, huh? He punched me first, Bret!
You’ll break your neck eventually by doing that
You were literally falling while you were sleeping
You used to have a longer hair than me, Phil!
You look surprisingly angry while chewing gum
We’re going to try push them back a bit, get Ricky to the truck!
I think I might just kidnap you if you don’t get next week off.
Fucking pew pew motherfucker
My temper tends to land me in trouble more than often.
You wanna know why she did it?
She thought that maybe her nightmares would stop.
You need to tell him. He deserves to know.
“Brock? Where the hell are you going?” “Who the fuck does he think he is?!
I learned at very young age that being quiet kept you alive
I’m not that good with people who only disrespect me, I’m sure you understand.
Of course I’m scared
Her body was covered in mostly small scars and burns. The price of stupidity, her nana said. She didn’t care that much, the biggest burns on her back were mostly covered by tattoos, just like the whip scars on her abdomen and upper back.
They should never put the crazy ones in the same room
One thing he would never do was to stay down when somebody said so
The look in his eyes was something raw and too familiar. She saw herself in him, and she hated that more than anything.
They had been lucky that cops hadn’t looked in the back alley when they came to break up the bar fight. They would have had an easy arrest, the four who had started the whole fight inside were slumped in line against the brick wall of the next building.
Kneeling before her were the men that didn’t believe in Gods. Her army.
Just because his back is turned doesn’t mean he can’t hear you.
This world is filled with more terrifying things than death
You are meaningless. We all are. It’s our to change that.
Don’t rely on happy endings
It has been rumored for weeks.
She’s a veteran in this business, she knows how to play.
You’ve a have a gimmick of being a lost cause.
I’d appreciate if you apologized in person
Men starts wars, women end them. That’s just a fact.
Every damn time I talk to you, I’m more convinced that you’re an actual alien
You are just hurting yourself by doing that.
Didn’t you two had enough already!?
“She refused the help of the medics -” “And you just let her?!” “I didn’t think she could slip out, she couldn’t even walk by herself!”
She hoisted her brother to his feet again, “You need to stop picking fights with them.”
Goddammit, don’t just leave him laying there!
So… this is how she spends her Fridays. Collecting debts for a mob. Nice.
She decided that throwing a toaster at me was the best defense
I mean she slapped him hard enough to break skin
Keith! Stop shooting people in the living room!
“What if I press the big red button? Will I start a war?” “That’d flush the toilet.”
Don’t get him all fired up. I’m gonna be the one who has to calm him down afterwards
You have two jobs in this family. To watch that Iain doesn’t do anything that lands him back to prison and that Shawn doesn’t disappear again.
How did we ended up like this? Two against an army of thousands
“Are you a coward?” “I’m a survivor.”
Why are drinking milk out of my shot glasses?
“Why is my boyfriend covered in blood?” “Why are you not asking him?” “Because he’s a lying asshole.”
He cracked his gloved knuckles before knocking on her door
God… stop with the undying love bullshit. Maybe there is some sort of love but nothing lost forever.
“Do you even remember his name?” “I know it started with M, I think.”
“I know you ain’t listening anything,” Johnny sat in front of her, tugging her other earbud off.
With cigarette clenched between her lips, she wiped the coffee off her fingers to her ripped jeans
“I don’t take no for answer, so…?” “That makes you sound like an asshole, you know that right?”
He couldn’t help but to look at her through the mirror, she was trying her best to wipe off the eyeliner and mascara smeared on her face, she was a mess. But this woman was his mess.
I don’t think it’s wise to look directly to their eyes
Let’s play a game of stupid and a moron
She laid on the hot concrete, blood dripping down her cheeks. Her temper had gotten her into a fight, was that a surprise in anyway?
How far are you willing to go to convince that you’re alright?
I don’t have a bra on, please don’t make me run.
Can you stop smiling when people hurt you? It makes you look like a crazy maniac
Allan lifted Sam with ease up to the table, tangling his fingers in her hair. “You are more stupid than I thought,” he whispered, running both of his hands through her hair.
They watched the man carefully, like he was a time bomb ready to explode
Wake up, kid. I need you to wake up, I can’t carry you if you don’t.
She picked up a man twice her side. That’s power
Didn’t anybody teach you not to taunt a trained MMA fighter
“Your father wouldn’t want this.” “He probably doesn’t wanna be death either, so does it really it matter what he would have wanted from me?”
“Are you lying?” “Through my teeth.”
You wanna do this here or do we go somewhere were your friends can’t see me murder you?
I’m not sure why you seemingly needed to share your weaknesses to me, but God… You made a huge mistake.
I’m sure that this will backfire on me, but let’s pretend that we don’t know that already
How the hell are you so pale? You live in Florida!
I don’t think they should be here. They just manage to get into trouble.
God that sounded better when I was rehearsing it.
She wanted to forget the shit of a life she had
Would it be such an immensely horrible thing if I just accidentally hit him?
Past is supposed to stay in the past, especially her past.
Just keep him angry. Please do that to me, I want to see him finally explode.
“Pendejo!” Rosa shouted, slamming her hand flat against the table. “You have some serious problems!”
Right information is very important in this line of work, son.
“Fuuuck! We’re so damn late from his bullshit party!” “Oh shut up, we are only fashionable late.”
Put your seat belt on. No? I ain’t driving anywhere before you do.
Why the fuck did you bring your kid? I’m not babysitting!
I think my hair is dying
“Where are you?” “South of Houston, why?” “John left me to fucking Taco Bell, I need a ride.”
My ass has feelings!
If I found drugs on your brother’s room, can I keep it?
Who the fuck put soy in my coffee?!
That is the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever seen.
“I’ve have a vivid imagination.” He purred in her ear. “Then you can survive few more days…” she whispered back, pushing him away.
Shit, she’s quicker than I thought…
Cut her loose, her hands are turning gray
You keep avoiding the subject. It a simple question, and I just need an answer.
Ricky had lost his legs in Iraq, but still every time the national anthem came on, he propped himself up a inch or two.
I know you have a high tolerance of pain, but this is ridiculous!
That woman is as crazy as they come.
He hadn’t expected for Mia to lunge forward, every intention to break Seth’s arms. Joe managed to step between them before her fist would bash against the younger man’s face, he had to pick her up from the ground as she almost hit him to face. V
“You can’t handle me,” she purred, her fingers sliding to inside his jacket pocket, with intentions to grab his wallet. Hank was only smiling, grabbing her by the wrist, “Maybe I don’t want to.”
Vinny had told many lies in his life, and only about two out of every fifteen had some truth in them.
She hadn’t even realized she was angry before Tyler wrapped his hand around her lower back, leaning down to ask if she was alright.
Is he old enough to play paintball? Or maybe laser tag?
Alan watched as she wiped the sweat off her face, eyeshadow and eyeliner wiping down to her cheeks. “You enjoy staring at me?”
I don’t think I did anything wrong
He hadn’t seen her smile in the two weeks he had been here, but now that she did, it was one of the prettiest things that he had seen.
Wes had curled himself in the smallest ball that the 6 feet 5 man could
“You’re naked.” “Good eye, darling.”
He looked great in the tailored Dolce and Gabbana suit, shame that he would have to die in it
Sometimes the worst decisions lead to best outcomes
”What counts as medical emergency?” “Your whole body is a medical emergency!”
What were you expecting? She’s a kleptomaniac
You can cut off her arms and legs, but she won’t stop.
She had found a perfect place between the top of the lockers and the ceiling, it was great place to sleep.
I think we might just be alright..
She might just be your worst nightmare
Sascha gave a grimacing smile before clearing his throat. “We will consider your offer.”
She circled her hand over the small back of the eight-month old, whose face had turned bright shade of red from endless crying. “Kiddo…”
“Were you trying to break his back?” “To be honest I was trying to get him off my ass.”
Sid plucked the cigarette from Colby’s lips, dropping it to the half-full wineglass. “Keep taunting me…” she leaned down to whisper in his ear from behind, “And I’ll make sure that your tongue is cut off.”
Bastian lived on the edge. Quite literally. He lived in rusty van on edge of a cliff, maybe hoping that someday the car would drop to the rocks and he would be inside
Thank God for waterproof makeup….
This is for everybody who never supported me. Because I didn’t need you in the end.
She didn’t want to cry. It wasn’t any more about not wanting show weakness or pride. She just didn’t want to be sad anymore
daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)
How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many
sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?
This is a short list of the very few I could think of off
the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been
meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different
pairings as well.
“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!” Derek raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress. Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”
hi can i request for bestfriend!seungcheol slowly realizing he has feelings for you AAAAAH (thinking of it makes my heart flutter) i love ur writings and thank uu in advance!!:]
you and seungcheol have known each other since you were literally kids,,,and therefore it’s no big surprise that you guys keep being friends even up into college
where you’ve just seen your best friend turn his childhood mischievousness into what he calls charm,,,,,or ‘grease’ even though every time you make a fake gagging noise at one of his pickup lines seungcheol just tells you you know nothing about the complex world of ‘flirting’
and random people in your classes keep asking you if seungcheol is single,,,,,because wow he’s got muscles,,,,anD a cute face,,,,,
and you’re like sure he does,,,,but did you know he snores like crazy????? in middle school he came over to play videogames, fell asleep on my couch and it sounded like a freight train was coming through my living room
but people are like interested in him for his looks
which you do,,,,agree have gotten much better,,,,,like seungcheol went from being a lil chubby in the cheeks to have a killer jawline
and walking around in bomber jackets,,,hair slicked back from his face,,,,sunglasses hanging off his nose,,,,,,and,,,,,that secret tattoo he got and made you swear that you wouldn’t tell his mom
but like,,,,,you see the chic seungcheol but it’s nothing compared to the memories you have of him as a twelve year old standing next to you with dirty knees and a big dopey smile on his face because you guys managed to climb the neighbor’s fence and get back your frisbee without getting caught
but long story short he’s the hot campus flirt and you’re his bestfriend so everyone either assumes you’re dating or wants you to get them his number
and it’s annoying but it becomes even worse when you and seungcheol get the same part-time job at the mall
and you guy’s work at this clothing store and ,,,,,everyday it’s the same groups of people from your college coming in to giggle and flirt with seungcheol
and seungcheol is so easily entertained by it,,,,,,so you get stuck folding shirts while he sits at the counter batting his eyelashes
but you don’t complain because he does work too,, he lifts any of the heavy stuff and always helps you move around the mannequins but he also teases you if you happen to get tired
so when people aren’t around it’s like you’re kids all over again,,,,,but then a flock will come and take him away and you will never admit it,,,,,,,,,,,
but you’re kinda jealous,,,,like that’s your best friend and you guys barely hang out because class eats up your time so getting the same job kinda made you excited,,,but now,,,,
you don’t show it though and you don’t tell seungcheol. hell no you could never,,,,,,,,
but one day as you’re closing up you mention that the tuition is getting worse and you’re three hundred bucks in debt for textbooks and you forget you even tell seungcheol
but the next weekend when you’re in the mall, not for your shift but to see another friend, you can’t believe it but,,,,,,,,there’s seungcheol???? working extra shifts????
and you don’t know why and you’d ask,,,,but somehow you feel like you shouldn’t,,,,,he might have his reasons,,,,so you duck when he turns to look over his shoulder
and a couple of weeks go by and you know seungcheol keeps taking extra hours,,,,,and you’re like,,,,,,,,is his family having money problems?? why won’t he talk to me ??? does he not see me as his best friend anymore,,
and it hurts you won’t lie,,,because no matter how open and friendly seungcheol is with people - you always knew that he told you everything. and only you,,,,,,,but that seems to have changed
until,,,,,,you get an email before your shift about how your debts been paid off and you’re like ?????what?????but i??????didn’t????? do that????
but the fact makes you smile because thaNK GOD three hundred bucks is like ,,,,,,four weeks of work
and seungcheol walks by and is like “you look all happy, is it because i look amazing today?” and you roll your eyes and you’re like no!!! some kind soul paid off my debt!!!
and seungcheol ruffles your hair and is like you’re lucky! someone must really like you!! and you’re like yEAH omg i wonder who it wa-
and you stop mid sentence and look up at seungcheol and he’s like ?
and you’re like,,,four weeks of work is 300 bucks,,,,,,seungcheol was taking extra shifts for about three to four weeks,,,,,,he never mentioned having his own money problems,,,,,and he knew about your debt
and it all clicks in your head and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “it,,,,,was you wasn’t it?” and you say it quietly but you know seungcheol can hear it
and you see him shrug, smile at you and he’s like “i said it you know,,,the person who paid for you must really like you,,,”
and you catch your breath because wait,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,you,,,,,,seungcheol,,,,,,,likes you????
and you’re like “do you mean-” and seungcheol drops his eyes for the first time,,,,getting a flustered look that is so so so rare
and he’s like “i don’t want you to think im trying to lure you or anything, and if you don’t feel the same way we’ll just say i did it for you as your best frien-”
but you’re like pulling him down by his employee id and seungcheol is like!!!!!! and you’re pressing your lips softly to his beCause you know WHAT
you like him too!!!!! and that jealousy you felt might have been attributed to the fact that,,,,you’ve always wanted to be special to seungcheol,,,,but in more of a way than a friend,,,
and seungcheol is shocked, but his hand is almost reflexively moving to tug you closer
but you both have to tear away when your manager clears their throat so loud everyone in the store turns to look
but,,,,,,,you and seungcheol spend your shifts with giddy smiles and fast beating hearts and im not trying to hint at anything here kids but when the manager goes and it’s time to lock up,,,,,
well,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,let’s just say you and seungcheol do a bit more than kiss in the employee room
and literally seungcheol against your neck is like: “ive liked you since we were kids,,,and now,,,,,,it’s like that childhood dream of mine is really coming true,,,”
and usually you playfully hit him when he says something corny,,,but that just makes you melt even more in his arms hehe
Things heat up on your Parisian Adventure with Bucky. (4,015 words; Bucky x Reader; 18+; Smut; 70′s Bucky Strip Club AU; Sugar Daddy Bucky, virgin reader, sex sex sex; Reusing this gif, but there is porn inside and it looks a lot like Bucky…)
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 3324 (I know, long. But it’s because idk when I’m gonna have more time to write the next chapterssss)
Warnings:Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….
A/N: I’m overwhelmed with the feedback on the first 2 chapters! love you guys and i can only hope to live up to your expectations with this and all future installments!
was one thing you hated more than anything else in the world it was clothes
shopping. OK, that’s not entirely
true. Hydra was definitely up there…and
commercials’ whose volume was louder than the show you were just watching so
you had the crap scared out of you by some lady who was dancing and trying to
get you to buy tampons so you’d ‘have a happy period’ (no such thing)… you
really hated when you stepped in puddle on the kitchen floor while only wearing
socks…any sort of insect…when you bought a book series but, for some
unfathomable reason, the individual books weren’t the same height, because
that’s just ridiculous. Why would anyone
think it’d be acceptable to have books 1, 2, 3, and 4 to all line up perfectly on
the shelf then have 5 be slightly
taller only to then revert back to the original proportions for 6 and 7?! It’s was utter nonsense and the people
responsible for inflicting such depravity on the literary world should—
Rap! Rap! Rap! “Get
dressed!” Nat hollered from the other
side of the dressing room door. “I’m
going to pay for these. Meet me at the
register.” The clinking of hangers and
rustling of clothing signalled her departure as you hopped back into your jeans
and slipped your “Talk Wookie to me” T-shirt back on. You let out a sigh at your reflection. Can’t
wear this anymore, you thought dejectedly.
It was your favourite shirt.
Faded, thin, and baggy from having been thrown into the wash so many
times it was a shadow of what it once was.
One of the asks I get more often is about how to approach tattoos
for the first time. What to have, where, from who, what to expect,
how to deal with the artists and more, a lot of people are
still a bit scared and confused from the whole tattoo thing. Most
of the time their asks can have no answer, since things like
subjects, placement, paint tolerance etc. are all pretty personal. But I’ll try to put down some guidelines, mixed with personal
experiences, that will hopefully help makes things less stressfull
and confused at least for someone.
(pic: Rodrigo Souto at work. Black outlines are usually tattooed first, then the black shading. Colors cames last. )
Is it the right time for it? Usually, if you are underage, you can’t get
tattooed without parents permission. I suppose it changes from one
country to another, depending on the laws. Legal or not, getting a
tattoo when you are still really young will reveal a bad idea most of
the times. Even if you get tattooed from a pro, even if your tattoos
looks good, there’s a high probability your taste will change soon,
and so will your life priorities. At 14 I was impressed from
Clooney’s tattoos in From Dusk Till Dawn. I was convinced a tribal
bodysuit was a badass option. Then, a few times later, I thought Tom
Gugliotta’s (what was I thinking? He wasn’t even that good as a
player… :D) barbed wire armband was really cool too. At eighteen I
though that let an apprentice tattooer I knew doing both my arms in
his kitchen for a hundred bucks was a great idea. None of that
happened, lucky me. Times were different, there was no internet (I
mean of course there was, but it wasn’t like it is now), the only
chance to know something about tattoos were through the magazines. I
had my first tattoo at 24. A bit late, I know, I’m not suggesting you
to wait that much. But still, even if I had it from a really good
artist and still looks good, it’s not in the style I’m into now.
Will your tattoos affect your social interactions and your career?
Yes and no. The older you are, the more you know about how you’ll
live your life. But being tattooed brings no more the prejudices it
used to. People are slowly getting used to them. I mean, if you want
to run a bank, a face tattoo will probably be still an obstacle. But
if you live in a big city, probably no one will ever stare at you for
a small tattoo on your arm. My first tattoo was on my shoulder/chest,
it doesn’t show even if I’m wearing a t-shirt. I went for an easy
to hide area mostly to show my parents how wise and focused on the
future I was. It wasn’t true, of course, but it helped. ;)
Ok, so just pretend you are old and wise enough for a tattoo.
Where do you start?
(pic: Portrait from Dan Molloy. If you want one, be sure to bring a reference pic that is big enough to show all the details your artist will need)
Chosing the right artist What style are you into? It can be
hard to decide at first, but the more you look at good tattoos, the
more your taste for them will be defined. This can probably help too. And then you have to find the right artist. If you want to get
tattooed, no doubt this will be the biggest challenge, and probably
the most important. This choice will affect not only the final
result, but the whole experience. A good artist, in a safe, positive
environment, will make the whole journey something you’ll like to
How do you know an artist is the one? It’s hard to say. Your
taste, your knowledge, needs to be trained, a lot, to be able to tell
a good artist from a mediocre one. I’ve “studied” this things for
years. my nerd side definitely helped, and now a few pics of someone’s works are enough for me to know if an artist is someone to consider o not. Drawing skills are a good start, but I look for
someone with good taste for colors, compositions, visual art in
general. Roses are usually a good test. Or woman faces. If you want
to find someone good, be prepared to go through tons of crappy
portfolios. Or you can drop me a line, it can be helpful too. ;)
(pic: Dane Mancini tattooing free hand. Sometime the artists can draw the whole design (or a few details of it) on the skin with a marker, following their ceativity)
The subjects and the placement I get a lot of asks about what
to get tattooed too. No one can tell you what you should wear on your
skin. Look for good art, and just get inspired. And then a good
artist will help you to turn your ideas into something pleasant to
look and to wear.
Let’s skip fast the “should I bring the design?” part. The
answer is a big no. Even if you are amazing at drawing. Even if it
does have a deep meaning for you cause your best friend draws it. No.
Tattoo designs are different from drawings for a ton of reasons. Let
tattoo artists do their job.
When you are considering a subject, don’t fill the concept with
too much stuff. I mean, you want a ship, and a lighthouse, and an
anchor, and a rose. It’s already more than you need. Don’t ask the
artist to add a dagger, and a dog, and your grandma’s name, and your
first bike, all on the same design. The less you put into it, the
more he/she will have the creative space to create something great.
If you want a text, please reconsider it. And read this first.
And please, forget all the tv shows shit about how everything you
get tattooed must have a sad story, a deep meaning behind it, how
every detail must be symbolic and represent something. Like
if you want a rose, and you love your family, you don’t need a single
petal for each brother/sister/cousin/dog. Just have a good looking,
damn rose. The meaning behind it will be as strong as your intention,
no matter what.
You have a sad/positive reason to get tattoed? Great. You don’t?
Who cares. Tattoos looks great, and this is the only reason you need.
(pic: Matt Adamson’s design. On the left, the stancil he used to have a trace of it on the skin.)
Book for it. If the shop is close to you, go talk them in
person. Someone will take care of you. A phone call is a good idea
too. Or send the shop an email. Messages on facebook are usually a
bad way to get in contact with them. If you still get no answer after
a reasonable time, keep trying, don’t be afraid to insist. Sooner
or later, you’ll talk with the artist. Tell him/her what you want,
the mood you want your piece to have, what you would like him/her to
include, what you like from his/her past works. You can bring
references, if you think it would help. Bringing pics of other
people’s tattoos as a reference is ok, until you just use them to
explain what you want. Asking to copy someone alse’s tattoo is wrong,
unethical and pretty lame.
Be prepared to tell them about size and placement. It’s ok to have
clear in mind what you want, but when an artist suggest you to change
something, is usually for a reason, so try to be open minded about
it. Some tattoos can be completed on a single session, some will need
more. You need to heal completely, before the artist can continue to
work on it, so be prepared to wait at least a few weeks before you
can have a new session. Some artist will send a sketch to you days
before your appointment, to check if you are ok with it. But it’s not
rare to see them finish it while you are already at the shop to get
tattooed. Yes, even if you booked for it months before. If you don’t
like the design, just ask the artist to change it. But don’t forget
they are already working for you, and don’t forget to be respectful.
(pic: Stu Padgin’s print. Go through the artists’ sketchbook if you have the chance to. They usually have tons of great designs still available)
Be ready for it. If you have done everything as
you should, you have nothing to fear about. Protect your skin from
sun, a tanned, burned skin can’t be tattooed. Eat something before to
start, bring something to drink, but stay away from alcohol from 24h
at least. It would cause your blood vessels to dilate, and the tattoo
to bleed more. The blood would make harder for the artist to work and
to get the ink going deep enough to stay. Bring a friend to the shop
with you only if ou really need too (you won’t, trust me), and never
more than one. You want your artist to be confortable and focused
while is working on you. From now on, it’s up to him/her.
“Does it hurt?”
Yes, it does. How much? It’s impossible to say. Some areas are
usually more painful than others, but it depends on your skin, your
muscolar conformation, your pain tolerance. Usually, it’s always a
pain you can tolerate. Try to focus on your breath, and keep your
body relaxed. The less you shake, the easiest will be for the artist
to do his/her job. If you need a break, just ask for it.
If the pain is a serious issue for you, just don’t let it be your
only concern while you are considering the placement. Of course,
starting from your ribs it’s probably not a great idea, but classics
spot like arms, legs, or shoulders are good under both the
aesthetical and pain aspects. Even if you want a sleeve, you don’t
need to plan it from the beginning. If you are not sure of how your
body will react, just start with something smaller, and on a less
1 - Be sure a tattoo it’s what you want, Consider your lifestile, and the one you wish to have. Keep in mind you’ll need money for it, and it will be painful. Be aware of all the negative and the positive a tattoo will bring in your life. There is nothing to be ashamed of in starting with something small, or on a hidden area, if you need to.
2 - Don’t go for a cheap one. A tattoo it’s a life committment, and you deserve the best you can have, even if it will take time to find it. Search, get informed, define your taste. And then book with the best.
3 - Let the artist do his/her job, but still be part of the process. Talk to your artist, let him/her involve you in the creation of your piece. Your tattoo will be meaningful and unique.
4 - Be prepared to the pain, but don’t let it scare you. Be conscious but relaxed and confident. Trust your ability to overcome pain, understand that it’s part of the process, and enjoy the experience for what it is.
5 - Take care of your skin and tattoos! Follow your artist’s instruction, keep it clean, and don’t be afraid to ask the shop for help if you think something is not as it should.
And that’s it, I think. Don’t be afraid.It’s always worth it. ;)