the house is the feminine body

The Dollar Tree

Is YOUR best friend if you have a small budget.

They carry Most of your Basic needs and other stuff too.

Soap/ Body wash (Men, Women and Kids)

Deodorant (Men and Women)

Lotion  (Men, Women and Kids)

Toothpaste, Toothbrushes, Floss,  Mouth Wash 

Razors (Men and Women)

Face Wash, Acne Wash and Acne products

Feminine Hygiene products( Pads, Tampons, Feminine wash, wipes, spray and douche.) 

Condoms, warming jelly, tests.

Medicine/ Vitamins/ Cough Drops

Socks, pantyhose, tights, t shirts, scarves, house shoes, baby clothing. 

Wash Cloths, bath rugs, bath sponges

Other bath products and organizers.

Kids Toys

School supplies

Makeup, combs, brushes, shampoo, conditioner, hair color, hair oils and gels.

Perfume, Cologne, Body Sprays (Men and Women)

Frozen Food, Canned Food, Snacks, Juice, Milk, Eggs, Cheese, Soda

Food organizing, food spices, food utensils 

Room Spray

Toilet paper, Paper Towels, plunges. 

Laundry Detergent, Dryer Sheets, dirty laundry containers, hangers, moth balls. 

Trash Bags

Cleaners (Room, Floor and Kitchen)

Pet Food, Pet Supplies, Pet Toys

Home Decoration, Crafts, Books, DVD’s, Cell Phone Chargers/ Cases,Gift Ideas and much more.


Dollar Tree should be your VERY Best Friend if you are on a small monthly budget… or just like getting good deals.


This little shit is Pudgington.He’s a one legged toad who wants to promote body positivity and racial equality. Pudge is a pro feminist and resides in Florida, home of the gators, sun, and serial killers.

Expect more Pudge from this blog and his instagram (run by my little sister).

His instagram is SirPudgingtonToad

11 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence

Originally posted by bcshiro

masterlist | ask | prev | coming soon

“I think I know who-“

“What the fuck’s going on out here? I’m trying to sleep and your bullshit keeps disturbing me… You’d better have a good excuse for keeping me awake.”


“I just saw So-Ra with a member of The Panthers! I think his name is Yoongi…” You blurted loudly without thinking straight, keeping your gaze firmly on the ground as your surroundings continued to spin; tainted by alcohol.

“The fuck did she just say?” Jackson narrowed his eyes and edged closer to you and Minho, pointing a slender finger to your cheek as he snorted.
“Are you drunk?”

“I’ve had a few drinks but I don’t feel dr-“

“How do I know you weren’t just seeing things because you’re drunk? So-Ra wouldn’t betray us like that. You’re lying.” He growled, firing a menacing glare towards Jungkook and Taehyung, “Did either of you see So-Ra?” He asked with an angry expression.

“Y/N’s telling the truth, she was out clubbing; with him.” Jungkook defended you with serious eyes as Minho’s grip tightened on your wrist, ready to pull you inside the building.

Before he could drag your body into the manor house an uncharacteristically mousy female voice had everyone’s head snapping in the same direction; her petite figure was shaking as she approached the small crowd of people gathered outside.

Jackson, I- I can explain.”

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Living As A Crossdresser

As I’m sure many of you are aware, I moved into my own house at the start of the year. Obviously I was excited for a whole multitude of reasons (like having my own mortgage… yay… adulting) but one of the biggest was having the freedom to crossdress whenever I like.

Originally, I thought this would simply mean that I wouldn’t have to worry about when I would have a free house and I wouldn’t need to plan my crossdressing photoshoots around whether someone else would be home or not (a lot of photoshoots had to be cancelled because of family members not leaving when they were supposed to…). It wasn’t that I would crossdress more often, just that I wouldn’t need to hide when doing it.

However, over the last week, I’ve been breaking one of my cardinal rules. 

I’ve been crossdressing without makeup.

Fuck me, I didn’t even wear a wig.

I’m very much a go hard or go home kind of girl; I’ve always said that I wouldn’t see a point in crossdressing without doing the makeup and the hair. For me it’s all part of the same package. I wouldn’t apply that rule to anyone else of course, but for me I’ve always either done everything or nothing at all.

So what was the point then? Is it really such a big deal that I wore a dress around the house without bothering with the rest?

For me? Yes. Yes it is.

It might sound a bit backwards, going from looking like a woman (or at least a close enough approximation…) to being a bloke in a dress, but it’s certainly something I needed. 

This wasn’t about being convincing. This was about being comfortable.

I guess that’s the real point of this post; being comfortable. I’ve spent years upon years telling others and myself so many different rules. Wear concealer to hide beard shadow… get a wig the same colour as your natural hair… dress for your body type… All of these different things without remembering the key rule:

Do what makes you feel comfortable and happy.

You want to wear a dress and keep your beard? Do it.

Wearing a bra under your work clothes? Do it.

Wanna walk around your house naked in platform heels? Do it.

We all should do what we’re comfortable with and what makes us happy. For me, that’s about looking as feminine as possible, but sometimes I might just want to wear a skirt because fuck it why not.

DISCLAIMER: Ok so this post got kind of sidetracked… It was actually meant to be about how you can live your regular life as a crossdresser, but you’re all sensible enough to know how to do that anyway.

I did also have the photoshoot just over a week ago (thank you again to everyone who tuned into the Q & A on Instagram!) and I’m going to be posting photos from it on a weekly basis, starting…. NOW

I’m going to post more about this outfit later on in the week, so just consider this a teaser for now!

Until then…

- Jessica Blaise x x

Your body is the most natural and beautiful thing you can own. I’m attempting to be more brave in sharing my opinions, and I welcome any and all comments/discussion. I never post uncensored photos on social media, but I am always very vocal about my feelings regarding nudity in general. Nudity is often misconstrued as being synonymous with vulgarity. The physical form in it’s natural state is typically censored because society has been conditioned to believe that it needs to be. But I believe that women should feel entitled to feel ownership over their bodies in any way they choose! This means that not only do I support and respect women who are comfortable with a more open depiction of nudity, but I respect the women who do not feel that way as well. The point being to strive for understanding and respect toward all women and to refrain from passing judgement or ridiculing anyone for feeling happy in the houses they were born into or for making any choice regarding their own bodies. For me nudity is art and my body is my own. 

Planets, Houses and Physical Appearance
  • 1st House: Head, forehead,
  • 2nd House: Entire self/body, throat, neck
  • 3rd House: Arms, hands, shoulders
  • 4th House: Chest, breasts
  • 5th House: Heart, back,
  • 6th House: Stomach
  • 7th House: Hips, butt
  • 8th House: Genitals
  • 9th House: Thighs
  • 10th House: Knees, skeletal system (entire body, like 2nd)
  • 11th House: Calves, ankles
  • 12th House: Feet
  • The house that a planet is in will change its appearance in the way described below. If there are planets in the same house, they will harmonize and will still affect each planet the same, although if both are in Jupiter and Saturn they will cancel out. (Ex: Jupiter in 8th and Saturn in 8th)
  • Sun: Increases masculinity
  • Moon: Increases femininity
  • Mercury: Makes it more angular, thin or easily affected
  • Venus: Makes it more aesthetically pleasing
  • Mars: Makes it more muscular/defined or rough
  • Jupiter: Increases size
  • Saturn: Decreases size
  • Uranus: Makes it look unconventional or complete opposite of described
  • Neptune: Makes it look better than it really is
  • Pluto: Makes it more square or subtly defined/prominent
  • To find out more info on the planets in the houses go here:
Split - Kai Scenario. Part 2

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family. 

Word Count: 2574

A/N: the “strong women aren’t feminine” defenders probably won’t like this chapter either, just saying.


Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Originally posted by kairamelo

Parking in his usual space - well, what used to be usual - Jongin gets out of the car and tightly wraps his coat around his body. It has gotten so cold lately and he can’t wait until he’s let inside the house.

Quickly running up a few steps leading to the front door, he knocks on it three times and jumps around trying to get warm. No one answers him so he tries knocking a little louder, but no sound comes from the other side of the door.

An uneasy feeling grows in his stomach and Jongin decides to do something he had decided not to do again. He punches in the code of the house and quickly opens the door to get in.

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Getting What You Want (TG/AP)

              Tim and Drake were hanging out after school at Drake’s house. Drake’s mother was away on a business trip and his father had yet to return from work, so the boys were home alone. They had spent the afternoon reading reviews for a new video game that they both wanted, but it was unfortunately too violent for boys as young as them. Drake’s parents were quite strict with their son and, refusing to let him watch any R-rated movies or buy him violent video games. Tim felt bad for Drake, because Tim’s parents bought him whatever video games he wanted, but since he was at Drake’s house there was nothing fun to play. The two sat at the living room table, talking about how fun the new video game looked and contemplating ways for Drake to get the game. Out of the corner of his eye, Tim noticed a new decoration in Drake’s house. It was an odd looking statue sitting next to the family portrait on the shelf.

              “What’s that?” Tim asked, pointing to the statue.

              “Oh, that’s some weird trinket my dad bought at a flea market. The old lady selling it says it brings good luck, but I don’t believe it.”

              “Wow. Your parents will spend money on stuff like that, but they won’t buy you a video game?”

              “Yeah. They’re stupid.” Drake said.

              “Man, I wish there was some way I could just buy you that game without your parents getting mad.” Tim said. As he uttered those words, the statue suddenly began to glow brightly before vanishing into thin air. Both boys saw it before looking at each other in confusion. Drake stood up and walked to the shelf where the statue had been. There was no trace of it left, but he noticed something weird with his family portrait. His mother and father were standing behind him in the picture with their hands on Drake’s shoulders, but now he saw Tim standing where his mother should be. He examined the picture in confusion before the picture of Tim quickly morphed into a picture of his mother, returning the picture to its original form.

              “Whoa, I think I’m seeing things…” Drake said, rubbing his eyes and staring at the picture again. “For a second, it looked like you were in my family port- WHOA!” he yelled as he turned around, hearing a series of cracks and pops come from behind him. He saw Tim sitting at the table, but he looked way bigger. He was at least a foot taller and his limbs were as long as an adult’s. Tim turned and looked at Drake with fear in his eyes.

              “Drake, what just happened?!” he yelled. His clothes were straining against his rapidly maturing body, tearing at the seams. Before he could speak again, he felt his bones shifting again as his fingers elongated. The popping of his joints made him feel sick. With another loud crack, he felt his hips shoot outwards to child-bearing proportions, ripping his pants. The boys stared at Tim’s exposed skin, noticing how smooth it had become. Tim looked at his hands again as his nails grew long and manicured. “What’s happening to meeeEEEEEE!” Tim screamed, his voice changing as his vocal chords tightened. Drake recoiled at Tim’s new voice, realizing that it sounded exactly like his mother’s.

              “Tim, that wish…” Drake said in shock. The boys locked eyes in horror as they both realized what was happening. Tim opened his mouth as he was about to speak, but all that came out was a sensual moan against his will as he felt a tingling coming from his chest. His nipples were growing sensitive as they were tickled by his tattered clothes. Soon they began to grow larger as they hardened against his shirt, sending alien pleasures coursing through his body. He pushed his chest out in pleasure as two mounds of flesh began to grow out of his chest, eventually leaving him with two sizeable breasts that burst clean through his tattered shirt. Drake blushed at the sight of his friend’s new breasts hanging out of his shirt and heaving up and down as Tim moaned in pleasure. Tim’s feminine moans echoed through the house as he began to scream in pleasure. He felt another tingling coming from his groin and watched in horror as his prepubescent member was swallowed up into his abdomen. The changes were all happening so fast that it was hard for Tim to focus, but the pleasure of his transforming sex demanded his attention. He felt an alien wetness between his legs as his internal organs slid around in his mature new abdomen. He reached down and touched his new sex, unable to resist the new urges coming from between his legs. He cooed as the pleasure from his fingers sliding between his legs sent shivers up his spine. He moaned and continued to finger himself, relishing in the new pleasures coursing through his body as his friend watched in horror. He felt his thighs thicken as the pleasure continued to build.

              “Tim! Please! You have to stop!” Drake yelled at his transforming friend. “You’re making it worse!”

              “I…*huff*…can’t…” Tim said between sensual moans. With a sudden rush of pleasure, Tim climaxed for the first time and let out a screech of pleasure. Lost in ecstasy, Tim didn’t even feel himself rise in his chair as his ass inflated into a sizeable peach shape. Drake wanted to cry, hearing Tim act like this with voice of his mother. “Drake, I’m sorry…” Tim began to say before trailing off. Still breathing heavily, Tim felt his clothes beginning to change. His old boy clothes vanished into dust, leaving him naked in front of Drake for a moment before new clothes materialized onto his body. As a white shirt, jeans, and a red apron hugged Tim’s new form, Drake realized that his mother had worn that exact outfit in the past. Tim moaned again as his new clothes tightened around his new body, showing off just how big his breasts were. He leaned back against the chair, exhausted from his first orgasm, as his hair began to tumble down past his shoulders. He felt his face crack and shift as it grew mature and feminine. Drake continued to watch is terror as his Tim’s face completed his transformation, becoming an exact replica of his own mother’s.

              “Drake, honey, what happened to me?” Tim said between breaths.

              “That wish you made. That statue. I saw you replace my mom in the picture. I don’t know why any of this is happening, but I want my friend back!” Drake said on the verge of tears. Tim began to come back to his senses, realizing that he was now a woman in her mid-thirties. Tim looked at Drake and suddenly wanted to change back, but a fog began to creep into his mind.

              “Drake, I want to take the wish back!” he screamed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want this!” However, the longer he stared at Drake, the more his feelings towards him began to change. Memories of nursing the young boy in front of his forced their way into Tim’s head. “Oh. Oh no. I have memories of…you…of us…” Tim said, trying to fight the new memories. Tim suddenly remembered the time he spent in the hospital while giving birth to Drake. “Nooo!” he screamed as more memories burrowed into his mind. He remembered dropping Drake off at school for the first time. He remembered the night that Drake was conceived. He remembered falling in love with Drake’s father…her husband. “I’m…not…” Tim said, struggling to remember himself as Drake’s best friend. Suddenly, he remembered Drake speaking his first word: Mama. This memory opened the floodgates as Tim’s mind transformed completely. Motherly instincts took over as Tim gave in to his new life.

              Nancy looked at her son as he stared back at her. He had a terrified look in his face, but she knew how to calm him down.

              “Oh, baby, what’s wrong? Why do you look so scared? Hey, I tell you what. Will that new video game you keep asking me and your father for make you feel better? If you do well on the test you have this week, I’ll buy it for you…and I won’t tell your father,” she said with a wink. Just as she said that, her husband walked through the door. As she saw him, she suddenly felt aroused like she never had before. The wetness in her crotch was almost embarrassing in front of her son. Her pupils suddenly dilated as she slipped a shoulder out of her shirt.

              “Tim, what are you doing?” Drake asked, worried about the look she was giving his dad.

              “Tim? Who’s Tim? It’s ‘Mom’ or ‘Mother’ to you, young man,” she said as the lust began to grow in her voice. “Now go to your room. Your father and I need to have a talk…” she said. She waved her son off as Drake walked to his room, defeated. She licked her lips and gave her husband a sensual look before spreading her legs beneath the table. Drake listened from his room as his once-best-friend moaned over and over while screaming his father’s name. He didn’t want this, and he knew Tim didn’t want this, but the sounds Tim was making made it seem like he was pretty happy being Drake’s new mom. At least he would get that new video game now.  

There’s a lot of isolation you feel, growing up fat in the gay community. I’m 26 and still insecure about my body in that regard. I’m not a twink. I’m not 5'10" and skinny and tan. I’m not the stereotypical ideal of what a gay “male” is supposed to look like. I’m fat. I’m hairy. I have imperfect teeth. So I’m categorized as a “bear” even though I’m not the ideal in that category either. I’m not 6'3 and only heavy in the tummy with thick thighs and a perfectly chubby butt and a boy next door face. I don’t look cute in slightly sagged jeans and a baseball cap. I don’t look like a high school football player that gained 65 pounds after graduation, and that’s what ideal bears “look like.”

I’m non-binary, and that makes me feel like I don’t belong anywhere, on top of those other issues. I’ve been told to lose weight in dating apps. Told I was too big. No fats. Not my preference. Sorry. Straight up blocked once people realized I was not skinny. On more than four occasions. I have been so ashamed of my body I’ve wanted to starve myself. I didn’t swim shirtless in public until I was 25 years old. 25. And I cried before I left the locker room my anxiety was so strong. My body hair was a flaw until I was 26 and embraced it. I was 23 before my own mother new I had chest hair because she’d never in my post pubescent life seen me with no shirt on. I wouldn’t leave or enter any room in my house without a shirt, because my chest hair was so embarrassing for me.

I have always been “too” something. Too fat. Too hairy. Too feminine. Too outrageous. My height has never been an issue, though, outside of dating apps. At a towering 6'5 and size 15 shoe, I get messages constantly from foot fetish people. People who want to see my feet in pictures. Or talk about my soles. Or want to smell my socks. Objectified for those singular attributes, which makes me feel like I exist in a paradox. Both outside, and in the middle, at the cross section of /something/, I just can’t put in to words what that something is.

Gainers message me and want to feed me food in bed. Fetishists messaging me wanting to play with my feet. No one else messages me at all. I’m average looking, though I don’t feel like I’m ugly. My bio mentions Beyoncé and horror movies and not much else. Typical white gay interests that would allow people who look like Colton Haynes the freedom to speak to anyone they choose. The rest of us are not so lucky.

I love the gay community, but it is not without its flaws. Those of us who do not look the part are not welcome, and that’s got to change. We’re being forgotten. Smothered out. Left behind. Who’s going to save us, when no one in our own community cares about us?

Driving Tease

Warning: Smut

Joe was glad that Jack was driving them to Brighton today, because he had quickly realized just how distracted his mind was from almost the moment his boyfriend had picked him up that morning.

And really, it was all Jack’s fault.

The younger man had those black rimmed glasses that only dragged attention to his bright blue eyes, which sparkled in the sun shining that day. He had also decided to wear that maroon coloured t-shirt that stretched across the growing muscles of his chest, and if he took off that green jacket, Joe was sure the sleeves of the shirt would hug the bulging muscles of Jack’s arms, something that frequently distracted Joe on a normal day. And his hair was pushed up and off of his head, sticking up a little bit since Jack had run his fingers through it multiple times during the drive so far, a movement that was not lost on Joe.

The entire look Jack had going today was causing Joe’s blood to run warm through his body, especially when Jack kept sending him that signature smirk of his.

Everything was setting Joe off, and he was about two seconds away from jumping his boyfriend right then and there. But he couldn’t, because Jack was driving, and even that was incredibly attractive looking today.

“I’m just gonna pull in here, babe,” Jack told Joe as he signalled to exit.

The older man dragged his mind out of the haze it had been sitting in and blinked as he realized they were pulling into a petrol station.

“Running low?”

“A little,” Jack nodded, “Forgot to fill up before we left. Won’t be long until we’re back on the road.” He grinned, turning the car off as he opened the door, “Want anything?”

You. Joe thought, but shook his head in response.

Through the side mirror, he watched Jack as he went about opening the gas tank and slotting the pump into it, meeting Joe’s gaze through the mirror, offering him another smirk as he filled the car with more petrol.

“See something you like?” Jack winked, and Joe couldn’t help the small blush that appeared on his cheeks at being caught staring over at the younger man.

“Shut up and fill the car,” Joe called back, shifting in his seat as his eyes roamed his boyfriends body. He couldn’t help it, not with Jack standing there so casually and able to be stared at easily.

“Come on, babe,” Joe’s eyes met Jack’s in the mirror again, “Don’t try and deny that you want me pumping something else.”

Joe swallowed as he felt his pants tighten further, the arousal he had been curbing suddenly spiking. He forced his eyes to look out the front window as Jack laughed, finishing up his small task before climbing back into the car.

He leaned over to brush his lips across the top of Joe’s jaw, his voice low in the older man’s ears, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring, Joe.”

A small shiver ran down Joe’s spine at Jack’s tone, and out of the corner of his eye he watched Jack settle back into his seat, starting the car back up so they could hit the road once more.

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The 77 Adorations to Aphrodite -

I adore you, goddess of Love,

I adore you, ever persuasive and charming,

I adore you, born of seafoam and pearls,

I adore you, cherub faced, and the one who smooths of the lines of age,

I adore you, heavenly goddess

I adore you, who walks brides down the aisle,

I adore you, the reminder that hearts are not just a valentine, but rather a gory pulsing muscle,

I adore you, laughter-loving, sounding of bells,

I adore you, the one holding the hand of birthing mothers,

I adore you, bringer of victory,

I adore you, the dewy eyes at the altar during I Do,

I adore you, who entices flesh upon flesh,

I adore you, providing the strength and motivation for the frail teenager to re-learn to love themself and their body,

I adore you, who chose her own lover,

I adore you, goddess most celestial and ethereal,

I adore you, who protects against unwanted advances,

I adore you, rolling curves and dimples,

I adore you, whispering both breathless I love you’s and sweet nothings,

I adore you, the deceptive inspiration of lovers to elope

I adore you, the one who wipes away mascara tears and deletes their numbers from the phone,

I adore you, divine and shining,

I adore you, our ally in love,

I adore you, the high-crowned and regal,

I adore you, who brings the warmth of sleeping beside your lover,

I adore you, who rhymes off ballads and spits out insults most cruel,

I adore you, making a grave out of a ditch, and filling it with bodies without a second glance,

I adore you, the friend of flowers whose beauty is only rivalled by you,

I adore you, lace and matte lipstick,

I adore you, weaponized femininity, rose gold brass knuckles,

I adore you, goddess of the flocks,

I adore you, who holds the dove close to your beautiful heart,

I adore you, she who rests along the harbour,

I adore you, mother of desire,

I adore you, protector and one who stands alongside sex workers,

I adore you, the sound of house and taxi doors slamming when learns they need to love themself instead of the partner that hurts them,

I adore you, she who embraces us all,

I adore you, mother of the mountain,

I adore you, who rises strong from both the ocean and equally salty tears,

I adore you, starry and glittery and golden,

I adore you, who walks among the gardens,

I adore you, O protector of marriage,

I adore you, cloaked in sheer fabric and perfumed most,

I adore you, who celebrates with couples at pride, and leaves bloody lips and black eyes for those who arrive to preach harm,

I adore you, courtesan,

I adore you, whose mouth pours with pretty lies and milky pearls,

I adore you, killer of unworthy men,

I adore you, conniving and unholy,

I adore you, gentle and sweet,

I adore you, goddess of the heights,

I adore you, she upon the tombs,

I adore you, who was born of Cyprus,

I adore you, the bather in the well,

I adore you, who knocks on the wood of initials and hearts carved in trees,

I adore you, the silent comfort to the one who lost their married partner of forty nine years,

I adore you, the dark divine behind crimes of passion,

I adore you, she who turns herself away,

I adore you, mistress of animals,

I adore you, who ruled over love and war, and both at once,

I adore you, in hushed whispers and bubbly giggles,

I adore you, squeezing the hand of the teenager experiencing their first heartbreak,

I adore you, who is fiery in both hair and temper,

I adore you, figure of beauty in her soft rolls and warm smile,

I adore you, skilled inventor,

I adore you, who bids us fair voyage,

I adore you, bearing physical and verbal weapons,

I adore you, she of the foreigner,

I adore you, of quick glances and words left unsaid,

I adore you, who digs graves in both earth and hearts,

I adore you, merciful goddess,

I adore you, fairest of all,

I adore you, provider of pleasure and flushed cheeks,

I adore you, the watchful eye of unions,

I adore you, who ignites passion and extinguishes old flames,

I adore you, lipstick on collars and lovers quarrels,

I adore you, protector and healer of those domestically abused,

I adore you, the unknown guest of honour at every beach wedding,

I adore you, Aphrodite, goddess of love, lust, and that for blood!

Astrological Terms (A Short Dictionary)
  • Active: fire and air; inharmonious and extroverted energies
  • Afflicted: poorly aspected; unharmonious energy towards a planet
  • Ascendant: An Angular (Cardinal) House appearing on the Eastern horizon at the time of birth; 1st House
  • Aspect: relations between planets depending on degrees; planets may have multiple or no aspects
  • Astrology: Astronomy + Mythology; the science/religion of the stars' influence on humanity and individuals
  • Cardinal: Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn; 1st House, 4th House, 7th House, 10th House; East, North, West, South
  • Chart: a circular sheet of information, showing the positions of the celestial bodies and signs at the time of birth
  • Cusp: the separation of one sign or House from another; the "slice" of a House or sign which planets may inhabit
  • Descendant: opposite of the Ascendant; 7th House, appearing on the Western horizon
  • Detriment: a sign opposite of the planet's ruler; weakness
  • Epheremis: a calendar which keeps track of the positions of the celestial bodies annually
  • Exaltation: a sign similar to a planet's ruler; strength
  • Feminine: Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn, Pisces; introverted and passive
  • Fruitful: Water signs, considered very likely to bare children; the moon, and the 5th House
  • Geocentric: the earth as the center
  • Grand Trine: three planets trining one another, creating a triangle in the chart
  • Heliocentric: the sun as the center
  • Horoscope: "the hour"; map of the signs' and planets' location for a specific time
  • Houses: 12 imaginary cusps based off of the positions of the zodiac; unlike the zodiac, Houses move based on the hour
  • House Ruler: a planet occupying the House; a sign on the cusp of one Houses' ruling planet which may occupy another House (ex. Scorpio in an empty 3rd Houses' ruler is still Pluto, even if it is in another House.)
  • Lunar: in relation to the moon
  • Masculine: Aries, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, Aquarius; active, extroverted
  • Medical Astrology: a subject of astrology, dealing with the planetary subject of disease prediction
  • Midheaven: Medium Coeli; 10th House
  • Nativity: the second that the native is born
  • Passive: introversion, described by lack of active energies; gentle; water and earth
  • Retrograde: backwards motion of a planet; occurs when the earth passes a slower-moving planet
  • Rising: Ascendant; 1st House
  • Ruler: association between a planet and a sign when they share similar energies
  • Transits: the position of the planets currently and how they influence one's natal chart
Astrology Physiology

Every planet, sign and house have physiological correspondences which would explain a lot as we don’t always look like our ascendant. The Houses each rule a different part of our bodies, the planets affect how they appear and the signs give them a certain vibe, note that the houses and signs correspond with each other so they usually rule the same things (E.g Jupiter in the 9th House which is in Libra, Big (Jupiter) hips/thighs (9th House) that may be very feminine (Libra).)

*This is strictly appearance wise, if people would like a full, medical astrology post, let me know*


1st House/Aries: Head, Face, Physicality, Brain, Blood Vessels to the Brain and Facial bones

2nd House/Taurus: Voice Teeth, Throat, Neck and Bones

3rd House/Gemini: Shoulders, Collar bones and Hands

4th House/Cancer: Chest, Breasts, Ribs and Stomach

5th House/Leo: Spinal Chord and Back

6th House/Virgo: Abdomen and Stomach

7th House/Libra: Waist and skin

8th House/Scorpio:  Anus, Buttocks, Sexual Organs and pelvic bones

9th House/Sagittarius: Hips and Thighs

10th House/Capricorn: Knees and Joints

11th House/Aquarius: Ankles and Legs

12th House/Pisces: Feet and Toes


Sun: Provides health and vitality, generally is a bright, positive attribute

Moon: Fluctuation and instability in appearance is common here, warm and comforting features

Mercury: Sharp and clean-cut type of appearance

Venus: Feminine, aesthetically pleasing attributes

Mars: Rough, prominent, masculine attributes

Jupiter: Expansion, growth and largeness in the appearance

Saturn: Restriction, bony appearance

Uranus: Radical, uneven attributes

Neptune: Subtle, enchanting attributes

Pluto: Sexy, empowering attributes

If Percy Jackson Was Genderfluid

Can we please talk about Percy Jackson being genderfluid and how amazing that would be?

Can we talk about about little Percy having no idea why he sometimes doesn’t like being called a boy, and sometimes doesn’t feel like he could be a girl either. He wouldn’t talk about it at all of course, but he would constantly staring at himself in the mirror and thinking ‘what am I?’ How much more trouble he’d have with Gabe until he finally realised that he couldn’t tell Gabe that he didn’t feel like a boy that day, and hw much more he would loathe Gabe?

And can we talk about Percy coming to camp, and everyone having no idea what his gender is? Like he looks quite androgynous (and even more so when he hits puberty) and no one wants to come straight out and ask him, so they just wait for him to be claimed so Chiron will finally tell them? But when Percy is claimed it’s as the “child of Poseidon”, which makes everyone even more confused and annoyed and Annabeth would probably be even more cold towards him, because he’s a mystery she can’t figure out and it’d be killing her (and don’t think bout Mr D, who somewhat knew what was going on with Percy, and would call him more feminine names ie Peggy or Penny on days that he’s a girl and yeah… just imagine Mr D being somewhat nice)

And can we talk about this would only make things worse for him? He already felt somewhat rejected by the camp once he was claimed, and now he’s got people staring him down and trying to figure him out, even though he doesn’t even have any idea what he is (and he probably wouldn’t even know that they were all doing this, he probably just thought it was about the whole Poseidon thing). Can can we talk about him being closer with the Aphrodite cabin, as they’re the only ones who don’t judge him or question him? Silena would just become his mum (and Drew his slightly bitter aunt) and he’d be so happy because it’d be like having family? And he’d be close with the other non-cis campers too, even if they weren’t out yet (like trans!Will, and can we please just imagine Will bringing along his supportive mum-friend Drew when he meets up with Percy, and the three of them getting on like wildfire, and sassing the hell out of each other?)

And just much more heartbreaking would that scene at Circe island be? Just imagine him freaking out because he isn’t a guy that day, and he has bad dysphoria, and oh my god does she know? And seeing in the mirror the body he’s always wanted, but it keeps shifting from being more masculine to more feminine because he doesn’t know what he wants or who he is. Or imagine that he’d actually been a girl that day, and had been brought along and pampered with Annabeth, even though Reyna was sure that something about him was off (and again, Annabeth would be even more confused) and him being like… well. This is new.

And what about Calypso? Think about how confused she would be, seeing this person on her island who sometimes looks more like a female model (to her) than a hero. But she still falls in love with him, and once she leaves, she can’t help but second guess herself (which is why she’s more bitter when Leo comes along because she’s so confused about it all still)

And then jump ahead to the heroes of olympus series, and imagine how confused Jason, Piper and Leo would be because the stories about the great hero who defeated Kronos changes depending on who’s telling the story. In Annabeth’s, Percy is always a boy, but in Rachel’s he’s ‘whatever he is’ and in other stories he’s a girl and ect, and they’re just so confused. And when they finally meet him they think 'as soon as we see him everything will be cleared up’ but it’s not. They’re just even more confused. He looks even more androgynous then they thought he would (and it makes Jason uneasy because he doesn’t quite know whether he’s fighting with a girl or a boy) and he gives no hints to his gender. He’s got enough to worry about without thinking about his gender (or sexuality).

And imagine Percy going through the events of Neptune son, feeling angry and confused because he thinks that he knew who he was before he lost his memory and is even more determined to find that blonde girl he remembers because she must know what and who he is, right? And when he meets Frank they get on like a house on fire because they both suffer from body dysphoria and yet need to present themselves as leaders, and although Hazel doesn’t quite understand, she tells everyone off who calls Percy an 'it’ or 'that’. And imagine Reyna seeing him again and being like 'I still don’t know your gender, but you look very feminine and pretty and wait, do I like you?’ (and hence begins Reyna discovery of her sexuality).

And imagine him meeting Nico (again)! And Percy (my sweet bi child) finding him really attractive being jealous of how masculine Nico looks, and how feminine and curvy Hazel looks. And how awkward Percy would be around this attractive guy who seems to know him, and Nico being floored by how sweet and shy Percy is around him (and don’t think about how Will would be so angry at Nico for not telling him that Percy was okay and how Nico had to spends weeks making it up to him again).

And after the war, Annabeth introduces Percy to Magnus and Alex and no one quite understands why Alex and Percy get on so well. And then Alex introduces Percy to the label gendefluid (and bisexual) and Percy would be in tears because there’s a name, there’s nothing wrong with him, and he finally knows who he is. And imagine Alex and Percy staying good friends after that, and teasing each other about the Chase’s in their lives, and talking about their genders and sexualities and going to pride together.

Can you imagine Percy taking weeks to decide who to come out to? Obviously he tells his parents first and they accept him (and look it up on the internet so they understand it better) and become the best parents ever. And his sister making bracelets to correspond with his pronouns (green for them/they, pink for she/her and blue for he/him) and calling Percy her older sibling instead of brother or sister.

Then he’d come out to Grover (who’d probably already have an idea because of the empathy link) and Rachel 'Screw The Cis-tem’ Elizabeth Dare (she’s my agender child), and finally Will and Nico. And Will would be so excited and happy for him, while Nico would be like so confused because the guy he likes, Percy 'Make You Question Your Sexuality’ Jackson, is sometimes a girl? But eventually he’d get over it and be so accepting and protective of his genderfluid (and bi) friend (and the three of them would go to pride together, and bring along their other friends because everyone in the pjo universe is LGBTQIA to me). And together they’d start building up awareness of LGBTIA issues in the camp etc

I think he’d wait a long while until telling Annabeth though, because he’s worried it’ll ruin their relationship or she won’t accept him but of course she does. And she researches the hell out that and does her best to understand him and be supportive (and perhaps she stays with him, but maybe she doesn’t, it’s up to you) and he’d spend hours trying to explain his feeling to her so she could write it all down for the other campers to get a better idea of it

And please imagine Percy wearing makeup and shorts, and dresses and pretty tops, and crop tops and- yeah, you get the gist. And imagine him changing his hairstyle constantly, sometimes growing his hair out to long, curly locks, or getting a undercut, and tying it up in bun and paits and dying it all different colours. Think of how amazing he’d look, and how many people would flirt with him because of that.

So yeah, please imagine a happy, beautiful genderfluid bisexual Percy Jackson being happy and accepted by his friends and family and for the first time in his life, feeling right.

My humble opinion only:
Belly dancer’s Tip #1: If you are just learning the art of belly dance, throw your self-conscious, poor body image bullsh*t aside and bare your midriff during classes. This way you can actually see your isolations, upper torso movements and how your upper body is separate from your lower body and where on YOUR body it happens. To be a beautiful belly dancer you don’t need abs of steel or a 23" waist, you need grace, poise, love of the art and music, a desire to tap into a more sensual and feminine you and a story to tell. And…if anyone tells you differently or makes you feel badly about you, then tell us, your dance sisters and we will always let you know how beautiful a dancer and person you really are (and then give us their address so we can knock their house down with the awesome power of our collective shimmies)!

Luisa A. Fuentes


(And if I may add:  Whether you attend class w/your tummy bared or not, the important part is that you learn to dance in a supportive, well-informed and awesome environment.  Seeing isolations is vital, but you can do that w/tanks and tees, or whatever you’re most comfortable in.  (Just make sure you really CAN see your isolations. *sternface*)  

Regardless of attire however, every student deserves a place where they can feel safe to learn and grow and explore, free of judgment.  So if your teacher is one of those people giving you shite about your size, FIND ANOTHER TEACHER.  You don’t need to take that crap from ANYONE, and you most certainly don’t need to be PAYING someone to give you hell about your size.  Dance critiques?  Fine.  Shite about your body size/shape..?  NOT OKAY.  NEVER.)




Femininity, to me, feels like telling women they are never enough. What you are as a woman is never enough to grant you human status. You can’t wear shorts in the summer, because your legs aren’t waxed; you can’t swim with your friends because you’re not thin enough; can’t leave the house without paint on your face because your real face is too offensive for the world. I distinctly remember my own mother saying to me I wasn’t allowed to attend my friend’s party because I refused to shave, when I was eleven; I also remember her saying I couldn’t have the shirt I wanted to wear for my 9th birthday party because it wasn’t lose enough and it would make me look fat. How fucking insane is it to tell a nine-year-old child she is already not good enough to deserve respect? 

Today, as an adult woman, years into the process of recognizing the patterns of oppression and since I’ve decided to unlearn femininity, since I’ve stopped shaving and wearing makeup, since I’ve cut my hair short, I still look at my body sometimes and think it’s wrong. I still look in the mirror and have fleeting thoughts of “how can I leave the house like this?”. Everything that makes me a woman is unacceptable: my body hair, which is here because of my hormones, my female hormones, my blood, my fat, my breasts. Everything is unacceptable as it is and needs to be modified.

I am a woman because I live in this body and because of it I have these experiences. I do not need to be beautiful to deserve respect as a human and as a woman. I do not need to make my body beautiful in order for it to be acceptable, because my body doesn’t exist for the purpose of standing around looking nice. My body exists to carry me wherever I want to go and to complete whatever task I want to achieve. I do not need to paint my face in order for it to be acceptable. My face existis to portray the emotions I have and to express the ideas and the contributions I have to the world, and it is amazing as it is. I do not need to remove the hair from my body to be a woman, because they grow on me and I am a woman by definition. 

And you do not need any of this either.

gooose888  asked:

QUESTIONS FOR PEOPLE: 1. describe ur style 2. describe your music taste 3. are u confident with your body and inner self 4. who are or what are your biggest influences 5. any place that u would travel 6. what do u do when you are sad/angry 7. what is something u are looking forward to achieve this week 8. what is a goal u are looking to achieve this year 9. give one fact about yourself 10. describe your personality 11. dream job 12. star sign 13. fav colour 14. current location xx

1. comfortable, french, chill, feminine
2. i like all sort of music, it really depends on my mood, but i especially love deep house music or as i like to call it, famous youtube travel vlogger music
3. i think its really hard to be completely confident with your body and inner self. i think im pretty confident with my inner self but lately i’ve been pretty self conscious about my body, but i’m working on it.
4. different cultures, the sun, the universe, different locations in the world, PEOPLE. i am influenced a lot by people, i take in a lot from what people say and i think a lot about what and why people said what they said.
5. anywhere and everywhere, i want to visit every place in this beautiful world. but my immediate goals in the near future are ibiza, bali, mykonos, maldives, tokyo, new york
6. get in bed and wallow in self pity basically
7. peace of mind
8. happiness
9. i have spent the last few weeks/months bettering myself mentally i.e noticing when i talk badly about others, noticing when i think badly about others, always seeing the good in people. it came from the fact that i realized some friends of mine weren’t the friends i wantedto have. so i decided to be the kind of friend i’d want to have.
10. extremely goofy, happy, spontaneous, confident, introspective, shy in the wrong settings, extroverted in the right settings, i am always looking to turn every situation into something fun, i love making ppl laugh
11. actor, playing roles that directly affect ppl positively, being a sort of game changer in this world and actively making this world a better place
12. libra (my entire personality is deeply rooted in my star sign lmao)
13. tan orange
14. denmark, but in my head im completely elsewhere


in addition to this being an outfit post, I wanted to talk about something a little more personal today, too.  this is to the people who are new to body positivity or who are just struggling right now.  for those who look at others and think they’ll never get to where that person is.  I’m here to tell you that even the most positive, confident people still have bad body days.  which isn’t at all to say our bodies ARE bad, but just because we have learned to question how we look at ourselves - it doesn’t mean we also don’t fall into old familiar patterns of doubt and insecurities.

today I wanted to dress a bit more androgynous.  I figured a cute feminine button down with suspenders and high waisted shorts would do the trick.  I got ready, felt like a total babe when leaving the house, and then came taking the ootd pictures.  I always check the first few that foxy takes to check the lighting and when I did this time, I found myself instinctively cringing.  

what was I focusing so hard on?  my legs.  you see - despite being in the body positive/fat posi world for many years now..I still rarely see legs like mine.  my limbs are obviously very large.  so large that I’ve even had people ask if I have lymphedema.  nope - just fat, like they’ve always been.  as I’ve gained weight they’ve just gotten would be expected.  my legs are not smooth, they are lumpy and have rolls all their own.  like I said, I don’t see legs like mine a lot despite spending a fair amount of time looking at fat babes.  a lot of fat people seem to have slimmer calves/ankles which is definitely not the case for me.  trying to fit into thigh high socks or ankle boots is laughable, really.  so I haven’t gotten a lot of representation for my legs and I feel a tad guilty saying that when I first saw them today via picture - I didn’t feel so confident anymore.

I’m mostly just telling this so you can know that the ‘popular’ body posi people still have days like these.  days where we feel totally confident leaving the house and catch a glimpse of ourselves in different lighting or angles and that confidence dissipates.  you know what though? despite the insecurities and feeling a bit more bare than I was comfortable with, I still went into the bookstore and had a good time.  I still let myself exist openly because no matter what my legs, or myself, look like..I still deserve to take up space like anyone else.  despite not feeling 100% confident with them, I know that my legs and my body in general are not offensive for existing.  my body is not offensive.

I’m posting these photos and this story because it scares me a little bit to do so.  I know these pictures are more likely to be targeted and posted on fat hate boards, but you know what..I’m not ashamed of how I look in them or for existing as I am.  nobody’s bodies are shameful - and that includes mine and it includes yours.  so just know even when you’re feeling those unsettling feelings about your body, that it’s okay and you’re okay.  despite it being hard - we’re all okay.

and now - ootd details :p
top ~ modcloth (4x)
shorts ~ newlook (US 26)
suspenders ~ ebay
shoes ~ journeys


Style study/MedBot 20796

First off, huge thank to @mimecultart for letting me borrow and study your style. If you aren’t already following them you should definitely check them out.

Second off, this doubles as a study and the release of Dr. Auto’s character design/backstory. I scrapped the original because it just wasn’t working out, but i’m super happy with this one. The body could be better but I didn’t know how to draw her attire in this style so I just kind of made a new one. Auto actually wears a lab coat that hangs below her waist and the shirt and pants from a three piece tuxedo (Dr. uses the pronouns “she” but is actually built to replicate neither gender as a doctor trick so patients with PTSD wouldn’t associate a gender with an abuser. She wears male clothes but has feminine eyes)

Anyway, info time.

Auto started off by serving the Guisan house as a family doctor and maid. She was built in the Victorian age so I tried to give her kind of curly hair to represent that.

Auto was passed down from generation to generation until the war came and there was a call for MedBots. Her hair was dyed red to show that she was a medic and she was re-serviced to work on both humans and robots. She was also re-serviced to run on mainly steam, which is more efficient, rather than electricity. The lines on her cheeks are actually vents so that the steam blows out of a concentrated area rather than multiple joints. She still has a windup above her eyebrow left in case she couldn’t get water if she was in the field for too long. She healed for both sides of the war.

By the time the war was over the head of the Guisan house had already gotten a new doctor, so she began to wander and find different ways to serve. When she found Captain’s shipwreck she was beside herself with joy because she had a big project, rather than tuning up war veterans. It took her a month to fix him, and by then he had been conscious for almost half of it.

Captain joined her on her mission to find other robots because he had nowhere else to turn and all of his crew had perished beyond fixing in the wreck.

They found Pilot also wandering and Dr. gave her some paints and Captain stole her a hat and goggles and the trio was complete. Dr. Auto now leads and fixes the band of war veterans.

Anyway I will probably make two or three more works in @mimecultart‘s style, and after that I’ll either dabble in a new style or continue making my regular stuff. 


sneaky sneaky the reason I’m looking for ways to make less detailed art is I plan on making a little comic about these dudes and I need a new style for that