unbinded

NOTHIN’ BUT CHEST

On October 13,
What a wondrous day for such lovely feats,
A day when all can show off their wondrous treats.

Unbinded chest, uncovered hooters.
Shoo away those unwanted looters!

Knockers, ta-tas, tiddies, knobs… 
Bewbs, sacks, tits— just lovely globs!
Now, don’t wear a bra!
It’s breast cancer awareness
practically LAW!

          — a poem, for @riiceboii ( from your beloved trash daughter )

GROSS THINGS U SHOULD KNOW ABOUT CHEST BINDING IN SUMMER

you can find fashion advice on how to make things more visually manageable and more comfortable, but for bigger guys some of those tips don’t apply and some issues will come up anyway. here’s some stuff I could’ve stood to know last year.

  • if you feel the need to layer or wear something thick, sleeveless hoodies exist. they can save you a bit of heat.
  • take off layers when you can. wash carefully in the folds of your skin, dab moisture away occasionally during the day, and wash your binders OFTEN.
  • fungal infections: for bigger guys, these can happen between and under breasts. if you notice a vinegary smell when you unbind, that’s what that is. afaik there’s no massive health risk from this kind of thing on your skin, but still try to keep those areas dry and clean.
  • you might get some pimples on your chest, which is fine.
  • you might also get sebaceous cysts. LEAVE THEM ALONE. do not try to pop them yourself, it increases risk of infection. they’ll probably go away on their own; if one becomes inflamed, see a doctor.
  • in the heat, your binder will stick to your skin more and the shoulder straps will dig into your skin. don’t wait until you’re bleeding - if it feels raw at all, pad your straps. you can get bra strap pads online, or just make your own with whatever you have handy.
  • lastly: drink a lot of water. you’re wearing layers, and binders are skintight. you will sweat more.

I know everything is gross + miserable but hang in there and take care of yourself.

I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes, dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon stretching break, glasses off, laughter on, ‘just hold me for a while, it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening fingers through you hair, teeth biting nails, neck extended, eye glazing, ‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night wine for two, bones unbind, muscles let loose, flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday full soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes, fingers unfurl, hand extends, ‘come on babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend, your movie marathon Saturday, reading by the fireplace, making love in the blankets 
I want your Sunday morning orange juice and cereal with blueberries, white sheets, tender skin, hair so friendly it’s standing up waving, ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name

I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.
I want forever as partners, husband and wife.
I want our love to always come first.
I’m yours on bended knees.
—  mardybryant
Un-Binding Spell

A spell to proclaim the end of a relationship, or to remove somebody problematic/negative from your life. Note~ This is not a breakup spell, or a spell written specifically for love; it is rather a spell to move on after a conflict of any sort.

Written by Rainy-day-Witchcraft / Please do not remove source!

Materials:

  • Two black candles
  • Black ribbon
  • Red thread
  • Object of importance (It should be an object associated with this person; In this example, I will use a necklace)
  • Bottle or Jar
  • Knife/Athame

For extra power, perform on: First Quarter/Waning Half-Moon 


Step 1.

Carve both your name and the name of the other person into each candle with your knife or athame. (Sigils, symbols, or banishing words may also be carved)When this is done, anchor them both into the ground or surface straight across from each other, no more than a few inches. Be sure they will not move or fall over!


Step 2.

Tie the candles with either end of the black ribbon, chanting:

“This ribbon represents the bond which holds us together”

Tie the red threat to both, again, chanting:

“This thread represents the string of fate, binding us together”



After placing the object (necklace) in front of your candles; hold up your knife, and chant firmly and strongly:

“This knife represents our separation; I cut this bond with the power and will that will cause [Enter name here] to never return to my life or bring me [Enter emotion here/ Grief, saddness, anger, etc.] ever again.

So mote it be -”


Swing your knife down between the candles, rupturing or cutting both the ribbon and thread. It’s alright if they fall, or if the ribbon and thread do not break. Just take the knife and saw through the middle until they break completely. (Just do not let the flame go out!) When completely separated, proclaim:


“ - it is done.”



Step 3.

Place the object within the jar tangled up in the pieces of ribbon and thread, along with all negative energies and attractions you hold associated with the person. Quickly seal the lid and let the other person’s candle melt down over the top of the bottle, containing the spell. 


Step 4.

While the candle melts over the bottle, bring the candle with your name carved into it to a windowsill or table, and allow it to burn out. As the flame becomes lower and lower, it fills your life with positive energy and opportunity where that problematic person once was!


Step 5.

 

Collect the jar and dispose of it properly. You may keep it if you choose to do so, but ever breaking the seal will cause the spell to cease it’s magick; in other words, will no longer work! It is preferred that you bury it, but your disgarding method is up to you ~


Hopefully some of my fellow witches and magickal practicers find this helpful! Let my know if you have any questions or comments ~

➺ Rainy

mikasa with long hair aka what if eren never suggested cutting it. would she still have her hair long? or would she have cut it anyway? would jean have more often trouble concentrating? maybe she would partially keep it under the scarf to keep it from flying around all the time

I want your Monday morning
sleep-soaked eyes
dream-drenched voice,
lazy bones,
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends.’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you.’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon, babe, let’s go wild.’

I want your weekend.
Your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets.
Want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.

—  “On Both Knees” [source]
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A Mysterious Jar Related to Hoopa

When you enter a Poké Mart after fulfilling certain conditions in Pokémon Omega Ruby or Pokémon Alpha Sapphire, you will be able to hear an eerie tale from a worker there who possesses a highly mysterious jar. According to this worker, the jar has some sort of connection to the unbinding of Hoopa! What is the true purpose of this mysterious jar?

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for the bible tells me so: L A Z A R U S  O F  B E T H A N Y

“When he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice, ‘Lazarus, come out.’ The man who had died came out, his hands and feet bound with linen strips, and his face wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, ‘Unbind him, and let him go.’” John 11:1-44 (ESV)

I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes, dream drenched voice, lazy bones, ‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on, ‘just hold me for a while, it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair, teeth nibbling nails, neck craning, eye glazing, ‘this paperwork never ends.’

I want your Thursday night drinks for two, bones unbind, muscles let loose, flats, slacks, ‘just me and you.’

I want your finally Friday stretch, soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes, fingers unfurl, hand extends, ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild.’

I want your weekend. Your movie marathon Saturday, reading by the fireplace, kissing in the blankets. Want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes, white sheets, tender skin, hair like the Fourth of July, ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release. I want your bad day and that terrible night. I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name. I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight. I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.

thebxb 💜

One day, a mother will brush the hair off her child’s forehead as he nuzzles into his pillow. He will ask her to tell him a story. One she has told him many times before, about the star that fell in love with the oak tree. She will smile and sigh before beginning, rubbing a warm hand rhythmically over her son’s back.

She will tell him about the man imprisoned in the oak tree; arms stretching into branches, green eyes that match the bright leaves of summer, legs trapped and tangled in roots.

No one ever noticed him there, but he stood guard over humans for ages, sacrificing himself; staying imprisoned because he made a deal. Trading his own freedom meant his brother’s safety and the safety of mankind. But one day, the star’s light finally reached him, from galaxies away. The star was awakened, sentient, and it fell in love with the man; the man’s selflessness. The star used all of its power to unbind the man. He was freed from his bounds, but the star lost too much radiance and fell to earth in a fiery display.

The man was stubborn though, and slow to trust. They became comrades first. They fought many battles, the star and his tree. It wasn’t until the star told him the truth about the reason for his fall, that the man began to refer to the star as an “angel.” And it wasn’t until years later, when their altruistic endeavors finally allowed peace to fall upon the earth, that the man allowed himself to love. It was a steady, earnest experience; an astounding, seamless transition. The star was so elated, the light he had lost began to shine in his blue eyes once more. The man, previously so jaded and afraid to love, never seemed to stop smiling. They became lights for each other in the darkness, and they lit up the whole world with them. They banished the darkness. Their love saved the world.

When the mother finally finishes the story, her son will be asleep, breathing peacefully, as she slowly stands and walks downstairs.

She will join her waiting husband on the couch, and he will raise an eyebrow, wondering if his son asked for the story again. She will smile and nod as she leans her head on her husband’s broad shoulder. He will chuckle at his son’s love of fairytales before speaking to his wife.

“Dean and Cas will be over for dinner tomorrow.”

His wife will huff a slight laugh into his shoulder, and he will return to his journal, not quite able to stop smiling.

This is what peace must feel like.

I want your Monday morning
Sleep-soaked eyes,
Dream-drenched voice, lazy bones,
“Five more minutes please, babe.”
I want your Tuesday afternoon
Coffee break, glasses off, laughter on,
“Just hold me for a while, it’s been a hard day.”
I want your Wednesday evening
Fingers through hair, teeth nibbling nails,
Neck craning, eyes glazing,
“This paper work never ends.”
I want your Thursday night
Drinks for two, bones unbind,
Muscles let loose, flats, slacks,
“Just me and you.”
I want your finally Friday
Stretched soul smile,
Sun sipping light from the
Glaciers in your eyes,
Fingers unfurl, hand extends,
“C'mon babe, let’s go wild.”
I want your weekend.
Your movie marathon Saturday
Reading by the fireplace,
Kissing in the blankets.
I want your Sunday morning
Orange juice and pancakes,
White sheets, tender skin,
Hair like the fourth of July,
“Let’s not get out of bed today.”
I want your ordinary and
Your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms,
Forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
And your fist full of fight
I want you every day in every way
For the rest of my life
—  //a.m//
Binding Briefs Review

Warning for a long post ahead: 


Alright so i saw a post going around talking about these things, though it only showed up once on my dashboard and wasn’t a very in depth review either. I have since gotten these (thanks to my friend) as a birthday gift, and i finally got to wear them for at the least 8 hours which i think is long enough to be able to do a good review on them. I’ll also be doing a review on the binder i wear too, though im sure nearly everyone knows of it, and different input is always nice. 

Here is without anything binding my hip area (im not comfortable having my chest unbinded, so i can only describe how well the binder is via words and not photos. sorry) :

Just the binder:

And then the big difference, with the briefs on:

As you can see there is a very significant difference in how my figure looks. 

(another photo up close so you can see)

The briefs do what they’re supposed to, and exceeded my expectations for them. They do have some tummy control as well. They are very tight, though that’s to be expected due to the area they are binding. They are true to size, though if you’re worried you could get a size up. Looking at my pair they look a little small, but i can get them on and they do what they’re supposed to and comfortably. the seams for them mostly rest on the inner thighs, and it can be very uncomfortable the first few times you wear these till they adjust to you. They also have a pouch in them for a packer if you have one, or even some socks. 


They kind of feel like wetsuit material in all honesty. Overall they can seem a little intimidating at first glance, however they really do what they’re supposed to, and so long as you don’t plan on running a marathon in them then you’re fine. A link to buy these beautiful things can be found here, and any more questions about them you can feel free to message me. 


As for the binder, its recommended everywhere by everyone i’ve talked to. People with bigger chests and smaller chest have gotten this, for everyday wear and cosplay reasons as well. Its a really good binder, and easy to breathe in, true to size as well. It’s easy to get on and off, however if you feel like you can’t get it off- don’t panic. You can easy just roll it down and off over your hips, just remember to stay calm as you do so. Struggling and freaking out only makes it seem smaller. Overall this is also very very comfortable, and only takes a few wears to break in. A link for this can be found here.  

I recommend these for anyone who doesn’t particularly like their hips, and for people who want a straighter figure. They work great, and the pros weigh out the cons easily. 

For any questions, or comments, you can message me in my askbox

In some traditionally Catholic countries, a highlight of a sacerdotal ordination is the ordinand’s giving of the maniturgium, a long, white, strip of linen cloth, to his mother. This cloth is used to bind his hands during the ceremony; after which, he proceeds to the rail, where he is met by his Mother, who unbinds his hands. It is a sign that she has given a son to the Church. And when at last the hour of her death is come, her hands are bound by the same cloth, and thus she will go to the grave.

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Time will unbind our memory glue, and I’ll be as nobody-ish as all of you. So don’t care about a thing now, like a trash bag when it’s windy out, like a butt that has a face, dutch boxing up the palace. Yeah girl it stinks…”

Original lyrics were supposed to say “hot boxing up the palace” but that was caught as a possible drug reference, although it was just meant to imply stinking up a room with your fart.