#“your womanhood is being threatened” by who dad like by who. oh youre NOT talking abt the men taking away my reproductive rights?

[hoodhinata]

dad telling me abt the way the world is and how it'll never change and blah blah blah and you broke hippies want everyone to feel accepted and so when I say "oh ok so the world has been(aka since the industrial revolution) and will be like this forever and no one should ever fight for any change? Got it! 🥰" and he's like no wait that's not what I said

[braincoins]

for @yslanam, who keeps encouraging me in Dragon Age stuff, here’s more stuff from the Schism-verse that may or may not ever see the light of day. >_> (don’t get cancer, kids) Originally, I wrote this in an email to @tybunnythehellmoose, but they’re okay with sharing.

For reference, this is long, long after what’s currently published (or written [cough]); Kivral & Alistair adopted a girl named Guinevere whose parents were abusive, and basically all the Wardens have been sort of co-raising her at his point. She’s ~15 years old or so here.

Cut for brief mentions of naughty sexy times happening where we can’t really see them, and also because not everyone is interested in all this nonsense.

   "You sure this'll work, mage?" Oghren grunted, holding the small statue up to his eye. It was shaped like an eye itself, though it was the size of his fist. It was carved from a smooth white stone. "Good craftsmanship, at least."     Anders snatched it away from him. "Only one way to find out. The other one's in place, yes?"     "Yes, yes," Nathaniel grunted. "I do know how to sneak around, thank you very much. And I actually got some help in distracting her from Alistair, not that he knew it." He grinned just a little. "He's so damn predictable."     "Yes, well, he was a Templar," Anders groused. "I try not to hold that against him, though." He set the eye on a table. There were three chairs set up in a row a small distance away, and Oghren and Nathaniel each claimed a seat. Ser Pounce-a-lot was already curled up on the center chair, warming it for his human. "Now, let's see if I've got this right..."     "By all the gods, I am exhausted," Kiv sighed, shutting the bedroom door by practically falling against it. She closed her eyes and soaked in the knowledge that there was strong oak between her and the rest of the world. Well, most of it. She could feel Alistair drawing near, and she tried not to smile.     "Well, I promised you a back rub, and if you stay like that, it's going to be rather difficult."     She considered. On one hand, Alistair's strong hands would be excellent therapy for her tense shoulders and back. On the other hand, it was unlikely this would be just a back rub. Oghren liked to exaggerate when he talked about... well, almost anything, but especially her and Alistair's sex life. If she were being honest, though, he wasn’t entirely wrong. Oh, it wasn't quite the ardor it had been in the beginning, but the right smile or look from Alistair still melted her, and by now the damnably-smug love of her life knew it. And he'd been looking at her earlier... not quite that way, but close. He'd been considering giving her one of those looks, she'd thought. He'd been scheming. And this was almost certainly part of that scheme.     "I know what you're up to," she said, keeping her eyes closed. "I'm just trying to decide whether to 'fall' for your little trap or not."     "Trap?! You wound me, madam! You're the sneaky rogue here, not I!" The heat of his body settled in next to hers as his hands went either side of her against the door, so she couldn't leave. He nuzzled her cheek and added softly, "You know I would never do anything you didn't want, my love."     She exhaled. "But you're very good at changing my mind, ma vhenan." And then he was kissing her cheek, one hand resting itself on her hip as he pressed himself against her. She slid her arms around him almost out of reflex, and was happy to feel his bare skin beneath her fingertips; he'd already gotten rid of his shirt, at least.     "Am I?" he whispered against her ear. "How good?"     She tsked and mock-whined, "Oh, fine, but you do have to give me the back rub first." She finally opened her eyes as he straightened up to catch her gaze. Her smirk mirrored his own as she leaned up to kiss him. With their eyes on each other (and Alistair's back to the rest of the room), neither noticed the small, white, eye-shaped statue on the desk, with its blank, unblinking gaze turned towards the bed.    "Sound's not that great," Nathaniel commented.     "Who needs sound?" Oghren said, grinning at the images being projected by the eye onto the nearest wall. "They talk too much anyway."     "It's sort of... strange, thinking of her as our leader when you see her like this," Anders said, petting the cat on his lap. "I mean... it's clearly her, but I'm used to..."     "Her being armored?" Nate finished.     "Or at least clothed."     "You get used to it," Oghren told him, not taking his eyes from the scene unfolding for them. "Not that we ever got to see 'em back in camp, but we sure did hear 'em well enough. All the more reason I don't need sound."     "Well it'd be nice for the rest of us," Nate put in with a faint pout. All three of them fell silent, eyes widening as things... progressed in the commander's bedroom. "Not that I have a problem with the view."     "Hehe, for an elf, she's not bad, is she? Needs a bit more meat on her, but the legs are a good feature. 'Course I know how you like those elf women, Howe."     "Shut it."     "We have to get that man some better pants," Anders mused. "It's a shame not to show that ass off more."     "Ugh!” Ogren groaned. “Look, mage, I know you swing both ways, but at least leave the comments about him inside your own head?"     "I can always shut it down,” he threatened.     "Don't you dare!" And Anders grinned at having won against the lecherous dwarf.      Nate’s eyebrows went up. "Damn. He's... surprisingly flexible for a warrior."     "Oh not you, too!" Oghren huffed.     "No, no, I'm not... “ Nate protested, “I'm just saying, could you manage THAT?" He pointed at the scene.     "Have you seen me?" Oghren grunted.     "No wonder she can't keep her hands off him." There was a suddenly-hushed "OH" from all three of them before Anders added in, "...and no wonder he can't keep his hands off her, either."     "Well, she is a rogue." Nate sounded almost proud.     "What are you three doing?"     All three of them jumped, so much so that Ser Pounce-a-lot skittered off of Anders's legs and ran off. Anders waved a hand and the images vanished quickly. When they saw who it was, all three of them couldn't help blushing (though Oghren slightly less so than the two humans). "Nothing!" Anders declared quickly. "Just... um..."     "Testing out a magical artifact we found, that's all," Nathaniel said, not quite as smoothly as he would've liked. Because, of course, of all the people to be caught by, it had to be Guinevere. She had, in the ensuing years, become more than just an "apprentice" or a "recruit" to all of them. She was like a little sister or a niece to most of them, and Kiv and Alistair's formal adoption of her had only cemented that feeling of family. They were all protective of the girl, even as she grew into womanhood. And, apparently, despite being trained primarily as a warrior, she was still good at being a little sneak when she wanted to. Either that, or Nate'd been so distracted by the show that he hadn't been paying attention.     "Uh huh. Of course." She didn't entirely seem to buy it, but she left them be, closing the door behind her again. They all sighed in relief, but Nate held a hand up to keep Anders from starting the artifact up again. He listened, straining his senses through the door. She'd yet to go through the Joining, so the rogue couldn't have the sense of her that he'd have of the other Wardens. But after awhile he nodded. Coast clear.     Anders glanced between Nate and the door even after given the go-ahead, but then reactivated the device. Oghren settled back into the show happily, while Nate and Anders eased down out of their adrenaline a bit more slowly. If nothing else, the commander and her lover certainly hadn't been interrupted, it seemed.     Guinevere walked as quietly as she could down the hallway. To all outward appearances, she seemed calm and unconcerned, but in her head she was chewing out her pervy "uncles". Well, her mom & dad (her current ones, not those things she'd been born to) had raised her to do the right thing, and she intended to do it. She marched straight to the door of their room (and tried not to think about what was going on on the other side of that door) and knocked.     They both stopped dead at the knock. Kiv, having the most breath at the moment (barely), responded. "Yes?" She tried not to sound put out, though, frankly, it was getting on to bedtime, so even if she and Alistair weren't... well, they could have been sleeping, dammit. Or about to be sleeping. If she did sound upset, she had good reason, yes?     Guinevere's voice said, "Dad, you might want to Cleanse the room."     "What?" he asked. "Why?"     "Just trust me. G'night."     Kiv and Alistair shared a look, and he shrugged and sat up. He had to take a moment to catch his breath and focus on something more mental than physical, but then there was a wave of magic through the room and a faint "bzzt". "What was that?" he asked, looking around.     "I'm not sure, but I will find out," she promised. "In the morning. Now, where were we?"     In the projection, Kivral and Alistair paused and looked towards the door. "We've been sold out!" Oghren yelped.     "You don't know that," Nate put in. "It's probably Garevel."     "At this time of night? He knows better," Anders replied, "unless it's an emergency, and if it were, he'd've just sounded the alarm." And, sure enough, the images disappeared, leaving only blank wall. Anders flopped back against the chair. "We're doomed."     "Worth it." Oghren stood up. "I got plenty of material to fill in the rest for myself, hehe." He went to leave but was stopped cold when he opened the door.     Guinevere was standing in the middle of the doorway, arms folded, looking Very Disappointed - a look she'd perfected after seeing her adopted mother do it enough times. The girl had grown in all sorts of ways since she'd first come to them, but physically, she was still nothing compared to most of them (though she was much, much taller than the dwarf, of course). Still, between combat and leadership training from her very-skilled parents, she radiated a presence that seemed to fill the doorway and shove its way into the room, despite her standing still. "Did you really think I'd let you just get away with that?"     "You told them?" Nate said, rising to his feet.     "I told Dad to Cleanse the room." Anders groaned something about Templars ruining everything, but she ignored him. "I didn't say why, but I'm pretty sure I don't have to... do I?" She arched one eyebrow, continuing the Very Disappointed glare.     "You expect us to confess?!" Anders exclaimed.     "Have you met us?" Nate continued.     "Still say it's worth it."     "Shut up, Oghren," all three humans said at the same time. He just grinned and shoved his way past Guinevere, headed back to his room. She rolled her eyes.     "She'll find out one way or another. It'll be better on all of you if you come forward first."     "Ugh. I suppose you're right." That was Nathaniel, who was slightly more used to accepting his fate than the runaway mage was. "Out of curiosity, how'd you know what we were even up to?"     "Sekh was trying to get at Ser Pounce-a-lot again, and he'd tracked him to this room. I shooed him off, but then I heard you three talking."     Nate facepalmed so hard there was an audible SMACK! "You and that damn cat, Anders..."     "Don't you blame Ser Pounce-a-lot! It's not his fault that stupid dog won't leave him alone!"     "Good night, uncles," she sing-songed. "Enjoy your last night amongst the living!"     Nate's lips twisted in a sardonic grin. "Ha ha. Good night, Guinevere."     "Thanks for ratting us out!" Anders called after her as she walked towards her own room.     "Love you too!" she called back over her shoulder.

[itschimmychimchims]

Etched Pt. 1

♡ jimin x reader

♡ smut, mafia!au

♡ pretty hardcore smut, also a little fluffy, oral, dirty talk, some violence and mentions of blood later on, hickeys, but honestly I’m going to make it a relatively soft fic in the end so...

♡ Hello ARMY! I’m pretty new here and I was contemplating putting this out somewhere and I really do love tumblr and all the fics and nice posts about bts here! Hope ya’ll enjoy this one! Supposedly a one-shot but I developed a storyline for it somehow HAHAHAHA (—:

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What happens when you wake up in an unfamiliar room, faced with one of the most dangerous yet beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your life? Park Jimin from the rival White Mist Clan - and now your father has refused to pay your ransom.

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I awoke in an uncomfortable pain in my ankles and my wrists, blinking rapidly as my consciousness returned slowly. My neck was sore and it was humid with a faint scent of chloroform. I tried to move around but I was secured to what seemed like a chair in my hazy memory. As I grew more awake, I stared at my surroundings and panic started to creep in as I took in everything. Dark grey walls, black wood panelling, a single mattress behind me and I was restrained to a hard wooden chair. A large oak door was in front of me, no other exits, no windows, nothing. This wasn’t my house. Strangely enough though, I wasn’t gagged or muffled.

I knew my dad was caught up in something bad again. I had my suspicions of him being in the mafia many times but he merely brushed me off. Telltale signs - shady men coming to our house at odd hours, him getting me out of the country abruptly at times and flying me back home only weeks later, and him never letting me know what happened to my mother. Though this time, maybe he didn’t get to fly me out quick enough.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps nearing the door from the outside. I stiffened and looked around frantically to look for a way to get untied. The locks on the other side, multiple I heard, clicked open and I slumped back in an effort to conceal my awoken state.

“She’s still asleep, Boss.” A gruff tone said. I heard a small deep chuckle from behind the gruff-sounding man.

“Really.” The man who chuckled had a voice that could only be said to resemble honey. It wasn’t a low voice, but it dripped with sweetness and a hint of malice. It intrigued me slightly, even in the situation I was in.

“Maybe we gave her too much of the drug.”

“You can leave now, Yoongi.” The man said, and I could tell he was smiling a little. I tried very hard to keep my breathing steady to not cause any suspicion I was actually awake. Maybe he had a knife or something sharp on him so I could cut myself loose once I knocked him out somehow. I needed to escape and find my dad.

“Princess, I know you’re awake.” He said in a lilting tone. “I know my drugs.” I resisted the urge to stiffen at his words.

“We can play like this all day, baby.” He said again with that smiling arrogant tone. “But I’d rather you be awake for when I have my way with you.” I couldn’t resist my body tensing from that, so I looked up at him, glaring, but I was taken aback. He was gorgeous. His jet black hair fell loosely on his smooth skin that was slightly tanned. He had dark eyes that gave away no emotion and plump lips that curved into a smirk. He was lean and tall, wearing an all black suit.

“Ah, there we go.” He chuckled, pushing his hair out of his face. He knelt down extremely close in front of me, so close that my knees were almost touching his chest.

“Who are you?” I hissed. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, my dad will get here and kill all of you assholes before you even finish your thoughts.” I pulled against my restraints but they were solid.

“So prickly, just like your father.” The man chuckled again. “My name is Jimin, and I’m from the White Mist Clan.” Even though my dad kept me away from the shady business aspect, I knew about the White Mist Clan. Ran by a young, cruel man that cut down anyone and everyone in his path to success. Park Jimin.

“I take your reaction as you’ve heard of me?” He smiled. His face was a far cry from his reputation, but you knew not to be fooled by looks at this point. This man was dangerous and you could possibly die by his gentle-looking hands.

“What do you want?” I spat.

“Oh no, my dear, I don’t necessarily need anything from you. You’re just my bait because everyone knows Daddy dearest loves you the most. I need something your father took from me a few years back, that’s all.” He said, coming closer. “Unless, you make me want something from you. Or your dad doesn’t want to cooperate with me.”

“Don’t. Threaten. Me.” I growled, tugging hard against my restraints, trying to hit him with my knees.

“Doing that will just hurt a whole lot for you, so I suggest you stop trying.” Jimin said, smirking again. I huffed and stopped moving. Jimin inched closer and his fingers ran across my bare thighs. Mind you, I was literally wearing a robe over my nightgown to sleep, and my robe was missing. I really wish I’d worn something less revealing to sleep. Only joggers from now on, I thought, if there was a from-now-on.

“If daddy doesn’t cooperate, then I’ll have to lose my manners.” Jimin said, almost in a snarl. He really was dangerous. “I don’t know which I want more, really.” He looked at me again with dark eyes, and I knew what he was talking about.

“You can’t-“ I said, panicking. Just then, the man called Yoongi came back looking flustered.

“Boss, he refused.” Ah, shit.

“Ok Yoongi, let him know we have his little princess here with us and he’ll be getting her back only when I’m done with her, or not.” Jimin hissed. Fuck.

Jimin now looked back at me with a slight glint in his eyes as he took out a sharp knife from his back pocket. I swore internally a million times, thinking yeah that was the end, I was definitely going to die here. I flinched away from the blade and shut my eyes tightly, trying to brace for any pain but it never came. Then, I felt the restraints on my ankles come loose.

“What-“ I gasped as Jimin shoved my legs apart. He filled the space with his body and his fingers snaked around my neck.

“Daddy didn’t play by my rules, so I’m throwing all rules off the table now.” He said, planting a small kiss on my neck, making me shudder. He removed his jacket quickly with yet another dangerous look in his eyes. “I’m going to completely ruin his little princess.”

“Please, I’ll do anything you want. Please don’t-“ I cried. Jimin ignored me and I felt his hands creep up my legs.

“Your skin is so soft it’s like touching silk.” Jimin murmured as he placed his plump lips on my inner thigh, giving the tender skin a hard bite. I whimpered, trying to move, but Jimin’s arms had my legs pinned apart. He licked the area he bit and sucked it and I shivered, letting out a small whimper again. I’d have lied if I said it didn’t feel good.

“Fuck.” Jimin swore as his hands moved up to my hips. “You keep making sounds like that I’ll fuck you here on his chair.” I shivered again. His hands bunched up the loose fabric of my nightgown, revealing even more skin that he continuously sucked. Small red marks started to appear, littering my skin.

“Jimin please stop...” I panted, trying to get my head back to earth.

“Sorry, I don’t think I can now.” Jimin said, pulling my panties down my legs slowly and I whimpered again. With my legs spread again, I felt bare.

“Fuck, princess you’re so fucking wet. I’d eat you up right now.” Jimin cursed as he touched my womanhood and I shuddered at his touch. I tried to move away from his mouth getting closer but Jimin held my legs firmly. His tongue had found my folds and I let out a small moan uncontrollably.

“Fuck.” I heard Jimin curse again. “You’re really testing my limits, baby. I really want to take my time but hearing you like that makes me want to fuck you so hard right now.” I whimpered as he sucked just above my clit, purposely denying me the pleasure and I moaned, bucking my hips.

“Fuck it.” Jimin said, getting his knife out again. He let my wrists free and whisked me up into his arms. He set me down on the large mattress just behind and pinned me down, ripping my nightgown in half.

“Be a good girl for me, okay princess?” Jimin’s voice was dangerously inviting and I couldn’t resist the urge and I kissed him. My head was spinning with thoughts but all the ones of me escaping had officially left as I was hungrily kissed. Our lips, teeth and tongues collided as if we were dancing or fighting. I moaned into the kiss as I felt his fingers slip inside my core.

“Fuck I really just want to fuck you right now, you’re so wet.” Jimin cursed, still pumping his fingers. “So wet just for me.” His thumb circled my clit almost methodically, denying my release as I drew close.

“Jimin please...” I let out a breathy moan as he continued to scatter love bites on my neck.

“Please what?” He smirked, turning me around so I back-faced him almost doggy-style. I heard his pants shimmy down.

“I need you inside me, please.” I whimpered.

“I thought you’d never ask, baby,” Jimin said, grabbing my hips. He teased my entrance a few times before slipping his stiff member inside me and I let out a long moan as I felt everything. Little sparks of electricity surged through my veins as he bottomed out deep inside me.

“You are so deliciously tight.” He groaned as he pulled out and pushed back in. Both of us moaned in unison. I could feel his teeth on my back, grazing and biting. His thrusts were fervent and pushed into me deep. I cried out as he continuously pumped into me wildly. My mind at this point was in a swirl of different colours and the last thing I wanted him to do was stop - against my better judgement of course.

“Jimin ah-, ah- fuck, oh god.” I moaned as I was reaching my high.

“Turn around.” Jimin said, stopping his thrusts and pushing me down onto the mattress. “I want you to feel all of me now.” His hands grasped at my neck and hip as he now pushed me into the mattress. My back arched in an attempt to feel him more and I couldn’t stop the moans that filled my throat.

“Shit, you look so good all fucked out for me like that, baby.”

“Jimin, fuck, I’m going to cum-“ I whimpered as my legs shuddered.

“Cum for me baby, I want to see your face as you cum for me. Show me who you belong to now.” Jimin moaned. I arched my back again and my toes curled as pleasure in tsunamis coursed over me. I could hear his grunts as he rode my orgasm out. My walls clenched around him and he pulled out.

“Suck me until I cum, princess. I want to cum in your pretty little mouth.” Jimin growled, pumping his member a few times before I took it in.

“Fuck yes.” He moaned as I filled my mouth with his shaft. I bobbed up and down for a while then sucked hard only at his head. He threw his head back and grabbed the back of mine.

“Keep going princess, i’m going to cum soon.” He said, and his moans kept flowing from him swollen lips. I could feel his member twitch more and more in my mouth and I reached out to play with his balls. That sent him over the edge.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ he cried as he bucked his hips into my mouth, cumming hard into me. I pumped his member until he stopped.

“It’s ok to spit, I don’t judge.” Jimin said, coming back down from his high. He looked at me with slightly red cheeks and messy hair. Almost as if I’d received a challenge, I swallowed his load whole, licking my lips.

“You’re perfect.” He said softly with a bit of surprise in his tone, bringing me close so that I straddled him. He kissed me almost gently, sucking my bottom lip slowly. His kisses trailed to my neck, probably to plant even more hickeys. I moaned softly as he sucked the skin of my breasts, caressing with them slowly and gently. His fingers felt warm against my skin.

“I want you to look at all these marks and remember that I made them.” He said, arching my neck and running his tongue over the marks languidly. “Mine.” He said the last word so softly I almost couldn’t catch it.

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[lesbian-ed]

Hey! Sorry this is more of a vent post cuz I think my problem lies w/ self confidence which is something I have to fix myself. I really want to dress more androgynous/butch. I've ordered things from the mens section and loved everything I've bought and felt great in it, but for some reason I can't make myself wear the clothes I want out in public. I hate the thought of people staring at me & maybe guessing I'm gay (in the closet currently) but I still wish I cud express myself how I want ya know

Oh, anon, I do know.

When I was in the closet, I longed for being able to wear what was comfortable and looked good to me, not what other people thought I should wear. I didn’t want frilly blouses or skirts or the like. That one shirt from the men’s section my dad gave me? It was my favourite shirt to wear. Those shoes from the men’s section I somehow managed to convince my family to buy? Best shoes I ever bought. The first plaid I ever got? I wear it to this day, really. They were bits and pieces of things that ‘fit’ me that I could wear without being too obvious when it wasn’t very safe to be obvious at all.

Yes, a lot of it has to do with confidence. Going out looking like yourself, if you’re anything like me, demands that you basically flip everyone off and don’t care about what they’ll whisper (or say loudly as well) or the way they’ll look at you. Because people will look and, a lot of the time, they will talk and they will make you listen to whatever bullshit they’re saying.

Because, see, being visibly gender non-conforming will disturb the people who are (and benefit from) conforming and they don’t like to be reminded that these ‘rules’ are nothing but hogwash. So there is intimidation, I’m not going to lie to you. You might get stared down by women, you might feel threatened by men calling you names in the street – situations vary, but it’s very probable that you’ll be badgered for your appearance in one way or another. Gender non-conformity is closely tied to gayness, so we do end up sticking out like sore thumbs even when we’d rather not be in the spotlight. It’s very difficult to be a butch lesbian and not feel random strangers’ eyes following you everywhere you go.

Then again, you’ll also be visible to other lesbians out there, so not all is gloom and doom. Also keep in mind that you’re not inviting any of this unwanted attention by dressing as you like and being who you are – it really isn’t our fault that society is full of shit and can’t accept the fact that lesbians exist and that its expectations of womanhood are too damn narrow for any woman to live comfortably by. At some point, we have to stop cutting ourselves short to please someone else and just accept ourselves and live as we are. Yes, we have to make sure we’re doing so in a ‘safe’ environment but I’ve also found that, depending on the scenario, by being out and proud and visible, we sort of create that space ourselves just by existing, Then again, it can take an emotional toll to be visibly gay 100% of the time, so it does require us to have thick skin – which, lol, in some interesting dialectic fashion, is something we gain by putting ourselves out there as well.

I get the dilemma between timidity and ‘obviousness’, though, wanting to be comfortable in your own self but not wanting to be ogled. If my experience is worth anything, however, I’ve found it better to deal with strangers’ prying eyes by being unabashedly myself than to blend in as if I’m one of them. Because, idk about you, but I can’t blend in even if I try. I used to worry about being seen as gay and the violence towards me that it could awaken in someone else, but the truth is that even in my most self-hating period of trying to look as feminine and straight as a pole, I would be uncomfortable with all of it and it showed. People knew something was ‘off’ regardless of what I did, they whispered about my being a dyke since forever. So it was a bit of damage control that didn’t amount to anything but my getting myself into situations I disliked, wearing a mask that had nothing to do with who I really am and putting effort into denying myself just so I could get out of harm’s way… And to no avail because the attempts were fruitless.

(With my sob story out of the way...) I also think it’s important that you know in which waters you’re dipping your foot in. You gotta protect yourself, so if you’re in a place that will offer you real danger if you’re visible, you’ll have to be very careful whenever you come out. Which isn’t to say you shouldn’t come out when you’re ready, heaven knows the torture of having to fake it every day, to everyone, all the time.

Having said all that, I have only two other things to add: 1) butchness is not a costume, so you’ll notice I avoided the construction “dressing butch”, but maybe that’s just my personal pet peeve that I keep an eye out for when reading the asks we get, lol. It’s usually quicker to say, I know, but the implication irks me a bit so I wanted to take the opportunity to comment on that, ha; and 2) what you’ll have to keep in mind is that you’re the best judge of whether you can go out and be visible or not, really. If it’s a confidence thing, though, you can do as I mentioned doing in the beginning of the post, using one item of clothing at a time to see how your body reacts to it. Or you can say screw it and go all in, as well; it’s dauting, but it can also be the confidence boost that’s missing, tbh. As long as you’re okay and comfortable with yourself and safe. You’re under no obligation to force yourself into disagreeable situations.

I know you’ll find your footing soon, anon. What you’re experiencing isn’t all that uncommon. And feel free to vent, we’re here for that as well :) I know you basically weren’t asking anything and I got off on a tangent there, but I suppose I can’t keep my mouth shut when it seems I can offer any sort of help, ha.

All the best to you and may you be free to be yourself :)

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