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[wildmelon]

daphne wiseman of mind blind 🧠🛍️💅🏼

by @mindblindbard!

whew this is a big lookbook! i’ve been working on daphne’s wardrobe for almost nine months now 🤯 mind blind is really special to me for many reasons, but a huge one is how it exemplifies just how much little choices can build character development. all it took was that chapter 1 option to have the mc sleep on bamboo sheets because she “likes a little luxury” and daphne walked into my head fully formed! the game has so much heart and humor, the personality choices are so unique and thoughtful, i could go on and on but 10/10 recommend, more on daphne below.

i had originally had little notes written by daphne on her outfits, but i scrapped them because it looked too cluttered. however they were cute and important to her character so i’m just gonna write them here!

everyday: can you believe grayson still won’t take a hint despite the baby tees daphne wears?! she lives to make him blush. also those vintage von dutch jeans are her prized possession

formal: spot the dress she wears to reese’s dinner party! the rest are for blending in at nick’s unity events-- enough to avoid the press while still catching the eye of an attractive stranger.

athletic: daphne puts on these outfits to walk on the treadmill for twenty minutes then take selfies

sleep: nick and sally constantly roast daphne for her obsession with cute pjs. nick complains that the money she spends on nice pajama sets is a major drain on resources

party: daphne’s favorite clothes to wear to the underground music venues she attends every weekend. music, especially live music, is her best coping strategy. the attractive company also helps keep her mind off grayson.

swim: daphne had big ideas for a post-graduation trip with sally to turks and caicos. though the vacation fell through, she kept the outfits. 

hot weather: some remnants of her coconut girl phase, and rarely weather appropriate. 

cold weather: no these are not all warm enough for chicago winters, but fashion is pain. also daphne rarely leaves the house without her headphones on

[johnbrand]

Screen Froze

Podcasting had become inescapable in recent years. Everyone seemed to have an opinion on...well everything. Politics, world sports, cooking, an obscure movie from 1978 only released in a now-extinct language. If it could be covered, it would be. And one could find this content anywhere across the internet. Youtube, social media, even streaming services promoted their podcasters. Everyone was watching everyone talking. 

Of course, with so many different podcasters flying about, it was difficult to actually spot out talent. And from a sociologically micro perspective, it was even harder for individuals to find podcasters discussing the content they actually wanted to hear about. The more unique the niche, the less people one could happen upon to be talking about it during their recorded stream of consciousness. It was a simple formula, but it forced individuals to browse for hours or even days to find what they were searching for.

Sometimes though, people could not hold such patience. They would not wait for their new hero, a disciple preaching their values and morals to audiences around the globe. They would skip past one livestream discussing the economics of green villages in Switzerland to the next debating the potential existence between a minor character in two separate fandom universes. They could even perhaps land into a podcast like Sean’s.

“Most people just don’t understand the Soviet Union’s impact on architecture,” the measly, pale nerd innocently commented. A little shy in front of the camera, he was only able to relax a bit when discussing his favorite topics. Sean dressed in theme too, wearing a brutalist-like business casual outfit, a trait his small but dedicated fanbase adored.

“There were a lot of architects that really shaped this movement from all around the world,” Sean continued. “But today, we are just going to focus on those from the USSR.”

So what happened when one’s patience dried up? Well, everything was brought to a halt.

DragonHeart49: anyone else’s screen freeze? superduperloverboy: mine too <3bitsandmore: sean, I think ur glitching out

With the screen frozen, our impatient soul could now get to work. If one could not find the podcast they were looking for, then why not just create their own? Obviously, this did not mean constructing a podcast themselves, but rather alter the fabric of reality and completely realign another’s being to their preferred state. That was much easier.

Physical modifications were made first. A much larger body was necessary, something that demanded confidence and respect from others. Juicy pecs, rippling abs, sturdy legs. There was always something unreasonably fun in bloating the podcaster’s feet up a few sizes. An imposing frame to be craved by others, even when hidden underneath clothes, was priority. And speaking of clothes, those were quickly stripped down to less formal articles. Expensive branded tee, athletic shorts so small that boxer-briefs were visible, classic white Nike socks, all of it much more respectable than a button-up and tie.

This was not the impatient soul’s first time altering a podcaster to their liking, nor would it be their last. Physically at least, each of the end products were a little different. All alpha males, but just enough variation to not warrant any unnecessary rumors. This particular podcaster had his pre-American heritage redirected from France to India, the features in the screenshot tanning accordingly as a dark stubble acquainted itself along the sharper jawline. Of course, the bulge was accurately enlarged for geographical standards too.

Mentally however, all the podcasters could be considered copies. They each spoke of the same rhetoric, theories, and ideologies that our impatient soul wanted to hear. No matter how “backwards” or “hateful” their discussions were deemed as, nearly anything could be said by hulking bodies with undeniable charisma.

“These homos have no idea what they’re talking about!” Sanjay raged as the podcast restarted, his deep voice cocky and assertive. "Sure bro, I was just thinkin’ about a girl’s rack I saw earlier today but there's more to a girl than big tits. There's a tight pussy too!”

The chat section lit off with encouragement, their fates too having been altered.

MassiveFART69: you tell them fags bro! LOL XD crassmassschlongnator: we want to BREED THEM TOO!!!! <3TITSGALORE: JUST TALKIN ABOUT IT ALREADY GOT SANJAY GRABBIN HIMSELF AGAIN

Sanjay vacantly looked down, finding himself already subconsciously scratching at the thick bush within his shorts. He let out a hot protein fart followed by a laugh, his scratching slowly extending into groping his fat 8 inch babymaker.

“God, that was WET bros!” Sanjay applauded himself, his free massive hand swallowing the mic. “Anyway, I’ll catch you on the flip side dudes, gotta go hit the gym. Bros for life!”

There was a reason the traditional masculine movement was becoming stronger. Maybe it was because men were slowly aspiring to become the alphas’ equals, or because fags were beginning to submit to their nature. Or possibly, it could have been because each time a screen froze, reality was altered one click closer to traditional, normal masculinity.

[scriveyner]

always summer #10

always summer #10: threesome | bungou stray dogs |👿🐯 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1800 words

Atsushi was in the bathroom, toweling off from his shower when he heard something shatter.

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He slid the towel off his head, lifting it and frowning; the broken glass sound was accompanied by a solid thump-thump-thump—and then the wall that separated the bathroom from the rest of the loft shook and he slung himself out the door and around the corner, holding the towel around his hips closed with one hand. “What the hell—” he trailed off and stared.

Akutagawa stood on the bed, still wearing an open shirt and his shorts, Rashomon rippling in red off the Hawaiian-print shirt; his attention was focused not on Atsushi’s interruption but the Akutagawa that was hanging from the ceiling, Rashomon embedded firmly in the exposed wooden beams. He was dressed not quite identically, but in clothes that Akutagawa had definitely worn; one of Atsushi’s tee shirts and differently colored board shorts.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Atsushi asked, as calmly as one could manage given the fact that Akutagawa seemed to have replicated when his back was turned.

They spoke in stereo. “I am dealing with an enemy attack, weretiger.” Both Akutagawas looked startled at the fact they spoke in unison, and two different-colored Rashomon tentacles struck at each other in reaction.

Both the red and blue Rashomon heads were caught in mid-air by Atsushi’s enormous tiger paws. He cleared the bed easily and snatched them out of the air, dragging the ability with him as he landed on the floor on the other side of the bed. Ceiling Akutagawa dropped slightly, dragged unexpectedly, but he recovered, hand over his mouth.

“STOP,” Atsushi bellowed, still holding the snatched ability. He pointed at Hawaiian shirt Akutagawa. “No one knows where we are right now, this isn’t an enemy attack. Did you get whammied by an ability while we were out?”

“Weretiger,” Ceiling Akutagawa said derisively, “what makes you think he is the real one of us?”

Atsushi stared at him. “Well, for one thing, you brought that up, which is suspect, and for two, that’s the outfit he was wearing when we went swimming and was still wearing when I got in the shower.”

Hawaiian shirt Akutagawa smirked at his counterpart, and Ceiling Akutagawa looked perplexed by this. He dropped from the ceiling, using Rashomon to lower himself softly to the floor at the foot of the bed, arms folded. “We went swimming yesterday,” he said petulantly,” and Atsushi finally released the Rashomon heads.

“Cool, so you’re from the future. Okay, cool. Cool cool cool.” Atsushi clapped his hands, looking at his Akutagawa, still standing in the center of the bed. “You totally got whammied when we were out yesterday.”

“Hardly,” Akutagawa sniffed. “I was with you the majority of the time. He,” Akutagawa gestured at his other self with his head, “is likely the culprit who is under the thrall of an ability.”

“Whatever,” Atsushi said. “We’ll have to wait for Dazai-san to get back and he can undo,” he gestured at formerly-ceiling-Akutagawa, “all this.” He went to fix the towel on his hips and realized it did not hold up to athletic tiger leaping and was lying, torn, on the other side of the room. Only now recognizing his nudity, he flushed and turned slightly away.

Both Akutagawa exchanged a glance that put Atsushi immediately on his guard. “In the meantime,” his Akutagawa said, “we could, perhaps, take advantage of this unique situation.”

The other Akutagawa caught on immediately and smirked.

Atsushi looked between them, uncertain if he liked the tone of this conversation. “Take advantage of this how? I think it’s better to send him,” he pointed to the Akutagawa standing at the foot of the bed, “home—you’re giving me a weird look, Akutagawa, I don’t—”

The red-tinged Rashomon from Akutagawa’s Hawaiian shirt shot out, looping around his chest and yanking him back not unlike a vaudeville hook. Atsushi let out an undignified oof, landing square in the center of the mattress, at Akutagawa’s feet. “I hate you,” Atsushi said, arms folded and flat on his back in the bed, looking up at Akutagawa.

Akutagawa, arms folded as well, favored Atsushi with a smirk. “Seriously, weretiger. I am disappointed in your creative vision.”

“What creative vision, I just took a shower! We were gonna get the grill started for dinner!” Atsushi pushed up on his elbows as the other Akutagawa climbed onto the bed, knees planted outside of Atsushi’s legs, and finally, the mental math added up for Atsushi. “Wait,” he said, as that Akutagawa stripped off his tee shirt. “I…oh, oh—”

“Yeah, oh,” Akutagawa said, kneeling behind Atsushi and catching his jaw, turning his head to kiss him.

~*~

The Akutagawas were only easy to keep track of at first, as his Akutagawa kept the Hawaiian shirt on for longer than necessary; but before too long they were both entirely naked in the bed with Atsushi and he lost track of who was who.

One Akutagawa had his mouth on Atsushi’s dick, sucking in just the way he liked, mouthing up and down the shaft; the other was behind him, keeping him distracted with kisses and nipping at his bottom lip, hands roaming freely down Atsushi’s chest. After a bit, they would switch positions, the sheets coming alive around them as competing Rashomon heads emerged, and Atsushi was a little too overwhelmed to keep dealing with it.

At one point both were laving attention onto his dick, taking turns sucking the head, fondling his balls, kissing spots Atsushi never thought he’d have a mouth on. He pushed his hands up his face, watching identical dark heads bobbing between his legs was too fucking much and he went to grab one of them off before he blew his load.

An Akutagawa caught his hand, kept ahold of it, and didn’t let up. “Weretiger, if you’re going to come,” one Akutagawa hummed, licking up his shaft.

“Then don’t hold back,” the other finished, squeezing his hand, dark eyes bright under the overhead lights.

Atsushi thumped his head back into the bed and released, unsure whose mouth was on his dick and not really caring anymore at this point. He felt one mouth pop off and another slide on, cleaning him, as he lay back with his arm over his eyes, chest heaving, every trailing lick of a tongue electric. The stimulation was too much, he couldn’t take it.

“Stop, stop,” he choked out, pushing off an Akutagawa head. He didn’t get smacked for touching, although both Akutagawas exchanged a significant look while Atsushi still lay up on one elbow, panting audibly.

Akutagawa dragged Atsushi to the edge of the bed, and he went, relaxed, all his muscles like jelly still. “What are you doing?” he wondered aloud as that Akutagawa spread his legs, pushed his hips up, and slid slick fingers inside. Atsushi’s breath immediately rattled out of his lungs, he choked and thumped the bed with one hand, electricity slicing through him like blades.

“Little deeper,” the other Akutagawa said, clearly supervising, and Atsushi didn’t get a chance to bring his voice into the discussion before Akutagawa’s nimble fingers were pressing directly into that spot, and he saw white scatter at the edges of his vision. If he wasn’t still soft that would have drawn another orgasm, but as it was, he shuddered in place.

“You’ll need more than two,” the supervising Akutagawa said, and the Akutagawa with his fingers in Atsushi’s ass snapped back, “I know.”

“Need more than two for what?” Atsushi managed to ask as Akutagawa nudged a third in and he gulped air.

Akutagawa straddled him, allowing his cock to leak across Atsushi’s chest. The vision of Akutagawa’s dick so close made Atsushi wet his lips and forget what was happening for a few brief seconds until those fingers withdrew and something different took their place. “Oh,” Atsushi gasped, hands grabbing Akutagawa’s thighs for purchase as the other Akutagawa thrust slowly in.

The Akutagawa straddling him glanced back over his shoulder, still supervising. “To your satisfaction?” Akutagawa said dryly, and the one straddling his chest responded, “I need your assistance.”

Atsushi was panting shallowly through his mouth, focused more on the immediate sensation of fullness, Akutagawa splitting him open inch by agonizing inch; his eyes shot open when a hand started stroking his sensitive dick. With an Akutagawa straddling his belly he couldn’t quite see what was going on, but then Akutagawa leaned down and kissed him, distracting him further.

“How does it feel, having me inside you?” he asked, and Atsushi laughed breathlessly, wild with it.

“Good,” he managed, following Akutagawa as much as he could as the other withdrew, seeking another kiss. “Full, you’re filling me up so much—”

Akutagawa continued to smirk at him, sliding back, his cock leaving shiny trails of slick on Atsushi’s chest. He lifted himself enough that Atsushi could see the other Akutagawa holding his dick—and then the hands changed, as Akutagawa pressed Atsushi’s dick against himself, letting out a small, satisfied sound as the head pushed past his rim and he settled, sinking slowly down Atsushi’s cock.

Atsushi’s eyes crossed.

He couldn’t focus on one sensation over the other; Akutagawa was tight and hot and just slick enough that the friction was delicious, but at the same time Akutagawa’s cock was punching out its shape into his insides, rocking long slow thrusts in and out. It was way, way, way too much.

Atsushi panted for air like a suffocating fish, neither Akutagawa bother much to match their rhythm, one bouncing on his cock, riding him hard and the other fucking solidly into him; Atsushi clawed Akutagawa’s thighs bloody as he came again, the orgasm white-hot and painful. His head thudded back into the blankets, and Akutagawa tilted forward, jamming his palm right under Atsushi’s ribs.

“Stop making noises like that,” he hissed, and Atsushi blinked up at him, bewildered. He did it again and the sharp pain yanked him out from under, Akutagawa’s elbow digging directly into his solar plexus.

Atsushi whimpered and rolled away, flopping onto his back and staring, utterly confused, into the darkness above their bed. “What,” he gasped, arms folded over his stomach. “What, what—”

“Did you just rut yourself to completion against me in your sleep?” Akutagawa was rubbing his inner thigh, the covers kicked down, and Atsushi was beyond sticky. “What the hell, weretiger, what were you dreaming about so vividly that you had to ejaculate on me asleep?”

Panting, Atsushi covered his open mouth with his hand, the memory of two sets of hands seared into his flesh. “…you, of course,” he finally managed, and he could hear Akutagawa grow still in the darkness. Before his eyes could finally adjust, a pillow socked him full in the face.

“Go clean up,” Akutagawa said hotly. “And regardless, completely unacceptable. The next time you want to dream about fucking me, you can actually fuck me, I am right here.”

Atsushi rolled, kicking off his soiled underwear, cock still hard and hanging heavy between his legs as he got on his knees. “If you insist,” he growled, pushing Akutagawa down into the sheets and kissing him.

[yellowjacketsfashion]

Hi! Could you try to find the T-shirt Van is wearing?

In this Pic:

Sure thing! So the original shirt was made for the show as its logo is for the Wiskayok High School Yellowjackets soccer team. I’ve seen a lot of places sell replicas of the shirt though (which would be close matches).

The photo on the left is the “Yellowjackets WHS Soccer Team Unisex Ringer T-Shirt” by CafeNecro on Etsy. Out of the other shirts it’s probably the most “accurate” as it is a ringer shirt (which is what the coloring on the collar and sleeves is called).

The photo on the right is the “WHS Yellowjackets Logo Essential T-Shirt” by jessicaay on Redbubble. It has an accurate logo but it is a little small on the shirt and it isn’t a ringer tee.

The photo on the left is the “WHS Yellowjackets Essential T-Shirt” by Jessica Cushen on Redbubble. It’s similar to the other Redbubble shirt but the logo is bigger and it doesn’t have the accurate Yellowjacket bee/wasp.

If you’re looking for official merch, the shirt on the right is their version of the same shirt. It’s sold by Hot Topic and is called the “Yellowjackets WHS Athletic Logo T-Shirt.”

And if none of these are really your forte I usually see replicas of these pop up a lot on etsy or other similar sites by different sellers (usually on ringer shirts so they might be more accurate). If I see some other good listings I’ll add them here but hopefully I found something you’d like!

(some other photos of the shirts for reference).

Links:

[fictitouscore]

#FICTITIOUSCORE PERFORMANCE !

FIND DOLLIKE AT .... @dolliqu !

On December 31st, 2023, Dollike appeared on Ficticiouscore as part of promotions for their debut EP What a Wonderful World. They performed two songs, ‘On My Mind’ and ‘Pretty Doll’.

This ‘On My Mind’ performance was pretty unremarkable, being similar in concept to many others of the era. The styling and set design were kept simple, to compliment the relaxed tone of the track. As per usual, the dolls were styled to match. They donned light-wash denim overalls, cropped white baby tees, and white Air Force ones. Their looks were topped off with chunky, beaded jewelry in rainbow pastels, white wrist-length gloves, and white, faux-fur earmuffs for each doll. Their makeup was kept simple and their hair was left down. The stage itself was simple too, consisting mainly of several screens that displayed cloudscapes and pastel colorscapes during the performance. A sign reading ‘On My Mind’ was hung just slightly off center, and joined by a handful of other smaller signs in the shapes of clouds.

‘Pretty Doll’ was the rarest b-side to see on a music show during the era, and this performance marked the third and final time it would be promoted. The dolls wore pink football jerseys and white shorts, knee-length white socks as well as their Air Force ones. Their makeup and hair were styled uniquely. Soyoung wore her silky brushed-out curls in a high ponytail with a white bow. Yurina wore hers in long double braids, tied off with white bows. Nayoung wore her signature wispy bangs and brushed-out curls down. And Hayoung wore her layered cut-down as well. The stage was designed to resemble a high school gym, complete with a set of aluminum bleachers on one end and a pink basketball hoop on the other. Athlete posters of the members were hung on the fake walls that boxed in the set, with Soyoung and Nayoung holding ping-pong paddles, Yurina holding a baseball bat and Hayoung holding a soccer ball.

Netizens were divided on how to feel about the performances. Some said that it was disappointing to see yet another bland ‘On My Mind’ stage, asking why they’d even bother to continue promoting the song if there was no inspiration for new concepts. Others focused on the ‘Pretty Doll’ stage, commending the dolls and their team for the unique and memorable concept. The dolls’ actual performances gave nothing to complain about, their live singing was stable and their stage presence was charming, so netizens had to talk about something.

Impressed by DOLLIKE'S performance? You can vote for them on FICTITIOUSCORE and help them take home the first-ever FICTITIOUSCORE trophy!

[popatochisssp]

Aesthetics Ref - UFF Bros

Nickname: Carmine (UFF!Sans)

Height: 1” taller than you (OR 5’0”)

Eye-lights: Carmine red (#960018)

Magic Specialty: Red, yellow, orange

Scars/distinguishing marks: Gold tooth (left canine), light defensive scrapes and nicks on his forearms, two faint rings circling his cervical vertebrae, one deep pock-mark on the underside of his right humerus

Preferred Style: Urban casual, dresses equally for comfort as for a Look and aims somewhere in the vicinity of streetwise punk. He likes having a distinctive style going on, but not too distinct as to separate him out from a crowd, just a bit uniquely flavored. He prefers things loose and tries to layer, but he can never commit because of overheating issues, so outer layers tend to get shrugged half-off or removed entirely. Likes a lot of black and red and shiny gold.

Outerwear: Zippered hoodies, athletic/tracksuit jackets, often end up hanging at his elbows or thrown over his shoulder

Top: Tank tops and muscle shirts, a largely random assortment of graphic tees (band names, album art, product logos, locations, etc)

Bottom: Joggers, baggy pants, drawstring and track pants

Footwear: Sneakers (nothing special but well-cared for and quickly racking up use)

Trademark accessory/accessories: Gold chains, he’s got a few in rotation and isn’t shy to wear a few at once, but he usually has a little bling on at any given time, with a preference for interesting linking patterns (as long as they’re not right up against his neck)

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Nickname: Tank (UFF!Papyrus)

Height: 2’4” taller than you (OR 7’3”)

Eye-lights: Cardinal Red (#C51E3A)

Magic Specialty: Red, white

Scars/distinguishing marks: None

Preferred Style: Varsity Boy Next Door, a built jock who has a soft spot for loud Valentine colors (red, white, pink). He mostly prefers simple minimalist designs, the occasional double-stripe hem or a color-block, but every so often he’ll be lured in by a pattern or a classic wide-striped red gingham (his weakness!). He keeps it basic (albeit bright) when he expects to be doing any dirty work, but when not, he likes to show off some of his nice things.

Outerwear: A varsity jacket or two for cold weather, though he hardly wears them

Top: Lots of t-shirts and long-sleeved muscle shirts, all on the tightly fitting side, and a handful of ribbed halter and polo-collar crop-tops for special occasions

Bottom: A good range of jeans from slim fit to relaxed fit, many with dirt/dust/paint stains or a few rips and tears from use (these often get patched either with plain blocks of fabric or an interesting design he found somewhere). Some cargo pants in a variety of colors too, and the odd athletic pant to help build an outfit

Footwear: Boots, largely work boots with steel toes, but some combat-style boots in a lot more styles and colors, usually with little to no heel—he really doesn’t need the height…

Trademark accessory/accessories: A sleek silver ring with a single large white stone, worn on either the index or middle finger of his right hand, or on a chain around his neck. In any case, it never leaves his person.

[junebugwriter]

Bodies

Sign early on that I was trans but did not clock until later in my life: I never really wanted to be a man.

I genuinely did not know that most boys actually did want to be a man. Or that they found that they could relate to their role models in some way.

I honestly didn't have any role models. There wasn't really a lot of people I wanted to be like. I always thought it was weird that my guy friends could idealize themselves into being a pro basketball or baseball player. And when I got to high school, and they started getting sports scholarships and being scouted for athletics, it never clicked for me that "oh, they're going into actual adult sports because they are adults now and wanting to be a sports player was them preparing to become one as an adult."

I wanted to be a writer. That was my big dream as a young person. It was the only thing that held interest for me, the only thing that made sense for me to do. I liked teaching, I liked creating, I liked coming up with interesting ideas, but a writer is uniquely disembodied. There is a level of distance between one's body and the words that one can produce upon a page. It is an intellectual exercise, even removed from things like mathematics or science, because a story is an ethereal thing. Even more than music, a story existed in the mind, and I found that purity of disembodied-ness compelling.

I didn't want to have a body. I didn't know why I didn't want to have a body, though. I figured I was stuck with a lemon of a body anyways. Even when I was at my athletic peak, even when I ran every day and lifted weights, I was always pretty awful at doing things with my body. My body and I have always been at odds.

There was a time when I was more sports minded, when I was a part of a swim team--but I hated taking my shirt off. I hated being perceived, because of how I looked. It was more than me being fat. It was that I was the wrong shape. I was the wrong body. There was an inherent wrongness to my existence that I could not name, did not have the words to explain, outside of "I'm not very athletic" and "I'm fat." No amount of exercise or diet or shame would ever remove that wrongness. I would never look or feel like other people. I would always bear a complete and utter wrongness of body, and I think that is why I lost myself in my academic and professional pursuits.

As long as I was smart, nobody cared that I was fat, or that I was... shaped wrong. As long as I could keep them thinking, as long as I could keep them distracted, I could not be perceived, but rather my mind, the real me, would be what they saw. My words became my body, and I found words far more malleable than my body.

But my words are not what people interact with. My words are not the vehicle I experienced the world with. There was a complete and utter disjointedness to my being, because I was never going to be comfortable with being seen as this thing that I was. Clothes would never fit right, nor feel right. My face would be hidden behind a beard because it was easier to exist if I never had to see myself. I wore baggy clothes. I liked office wear and casual, baggy tees. Because these were Acceptable. And it just... was. I couldn't do anything about it. I'd never lose the weight, not to the satisfaction of the world. But more than that, I'd never feel myself, because my body and the things that I thought of as my self were so separated.

As I began research for my PhD, however, this disjointedness of body and mind could not continue. My research into theories of mind, theories of self, theories of the soul, led me to the inescapable conclusion that I actually was my body. That one could not actually separate mind from body, not in any real way, because mind and body and soul are all the same damn thing. It's all a monad, a single entity. To separate it out is to kill the whole thing.

I had sat with this truth for years. Sat with this belief in the monadic quality of the body and self. It was fact. Truth. Inescapable. And I had to admit that yes, this was my body. But it never felt mine. It never felt like I owned it. And I had to interrogate why.

In the background, of course, my politics propelled me forward. I was progressive, then radical. I'm an anarchist, in that I do not believe in unjust hierarchies, or rather, that unjust hierarchies should not be allowed to exist. That we ought to dismantle the injustice of the world because it dehumanizes us all. In my beliefs, I encountered more and more trans people. And because of that, the idea of gender finally began to snugly fit in that place where the wrongness of my self existed. Gender slowly came into focus.

For a while, I was content to simply exist as a very feminine man. That everyone knew that I tended to go against masculinity in a lot of ways, that I did not behave as a typical man would. Yet even I didn't quite know how deep it went... until I allowed myself to question it all. Allowed myself to look back into my life, my relationship with my body, and see that I've always known that it was wrong.

I know that it's cliche to say that "I'm a woman born with the wrong body," but honestly it is a helpful model for people beginning to understand how gender and sex can be at odds. However, the thing that is true for me is that... I didn't always know it. I didn't know that I was a female in the body of a male, because I didn't know that I could be female at all. That gender presentation was something that could be addressed. That body could be changed to match what feels better for a person.

As of this writing, I'm a little less than four months into HRT. Things are changing slowly. My hormone levels are good, though, and I feel better than I have in actual years. Probably all my life. I'm able to access my emotions better (sometimes a little TOO well). I'm beginning to notice some changes in my body shape. I swear I look younger. It's going to be a long time--most likely around 3 years or more--for the full effects to take place. They are happening.

I'm still not 100% comfortable with my body, and I'm sure there will always be a level of discomfort there. But any comfort is better than the none that I lived with for far too long in my life. I will take all the joy and happiness and comfort that I've began to feel in the past four months. I will take it and run with it. I'm finally beginning to feel like a self, united in body and mind.

[kristinhenderson]

INFORMATION & STATISTICS FOR KRISTIN HENDERSON

“Strength doesn’t come from what you can do. It comes from overcoming the things you once thought you couldn’t.” ― Rikki Rogers

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Kristin Emily Henderson

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Kris, Krissy (by family only), Emmie (by her mother)

Date of Birth: October 30th, 1984

Age: 39

Gender + Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Place of birth: Northknot, CA

Parents: Adam & Esther

Siblings: She has 3; all younger, Jon, Unnamed Sibling, Grace

Children: Parker

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): She is pretty close with all of her family except her estranged brother, Jon

Pets: None

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5′ 5″ (165 cm)

Build: Slim, athletic build with a toned yet feminine figure

Species: Dragon

Distinguishing Facial Features: High cheekbones, a soft, symmetrical jawline, full lips and a warm, inviting smile

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Usual Hair Style: Shoulder-length hair, often worn straight, in loose waves or pulled back into a low ponytail or bun

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): A warm, olive complexion that has a natural glow

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): A little anxiety, Bouts of stress, Her knee, an old basketball injury, that acts up now and then

What do they consider their best feature?: Her confidence, athleticism and her legs, toned from years of playing sports

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: During her time playing basketball, Kristin sustained a severe fracture in her ankle, during a crucial game in high school. It required surgery and a few weeks of physical therapy, temporarily derailing her sports career for two months

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: A pair of well-fitted, high-waisted jeans, a sleek, black leather jacket over a simple white tee, and either classic white sneakers or ankle boots with minimalistic jewelry and a smartwatch

Glasses? Contacts?: No

Personal Hygiene: Impeccable and consistently well-maintained

Tattoos? Piercings?: Ear piercings, a cartilage piercing, Two small tattoos; a compass on her ribcage and a small basketball on her ankle

What does their voice sound like?: Her voice is calm, steady, and somewhat low-pitched, with a slight rasp; might speak deliberately, with a tone that conveys both authority and warmth

Accent?: None

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: She has a habit of running a hand through her hair when she’s thinking deeply or feeling stressed; also has a tendency to stand with her arms crossed or on her hips when she’s assessing a situation

Left handed or right?: Right

Do they work out/exercise?: Yes but mostly through sports and streching

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: English, French, Conversational Spanish

Zodiac: Scorpio

Gifts/talents: An amazing cook, really good at reading people

Religious stance: Spiritual but not religious

Pet peeves: Dislikes inefficiency and procrastination; gets irritated by people who don’t follow through on their commitments or who are unnecessarily loud or rowdy in professional settings

Optimist or pessimist: A realist, with a tendency toward optimism

Extrovert or introvert: Introvert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHIPS:

Relationship status: Single

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in a mate: Someone who is reliable, emotionally intelligent, and independent. Someone who can respect her space and independence but also be there for her emotionally and understand the pressures of her career

Ever been in love?: Yes

What’s their love language?: Acts of Service

Most important person in their life?: Her kid, Parker

VOCATION:

Level of education: Has an M.D. from Columbia University

Profession: Anesthesiologist

Past occupations: Coached a youth basketball team and worked at a gym during college

Passions: Basketball, Medicine, Travel, Also has a passion for mentoring young athletes or medical students

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves

SECRETS:

Phobias: Has a fear of losing control

Life goals: Her primary life goal is to provide a stable, loving environment for her child while continuing to excel in her medical career. She also wants to mend her relationship with her brother and maybe find lasting love again

Greatest fears: Failing as a parent and losing the close bond she has with her child; also fears repeating the mistakes of her past

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Once she missed a crucial free throw during a big game, leading to her team’s loss, and it haunted her for a long time, especially since she was the team captain

Something they’ve never told anyone: Kristin has never told anyone that she sometimes regrets leaving her first love, the woman she dated during medical school. She wonders what might have happened if they had tried to make the long-distance relationship work

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: Basketball, Photography, Yoga, Meditation

Favorite color: Yellow

Favorite smell: The scent of fresh rain on warm pavement; reminds her of playing basketball outdoors in her youth

Favorite food: A classic croissant

Favorite book: When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

Favorite movie: A League of Their Own

Favorite song: Lose You to Love Me by Selena Gomez

Coffee or tea?: Coffee but likes tea to unwind

Favorite type of weather: Crisp autumn days; reminds her of basketball season

Most used word or phrase?: “We’ve got this"

EXTRAS:

MBTI: ISTJ (The Logistician) - Kristin’s strong sense of responsibility, her organized approach to life, and her commitment to her career align with the ISTJ personality. She's practical, reliable, and tends to keep her emotions to herself, reflecting her withdrawn nature. Her dedication to basketball, academics, and later to her career in medicine shows her strong work ethic and discipline, all of which are key traits of an ISTJ

Alignment: Lawful Neutral - Kristin follows a strong internal code of conduct, shaped by her upbringing and personal values. She adheres to her responsibilities, whether in her career or family, but doesn’t necessarily go out of her way to rebel or challenge the system. She does what needs to be done, even when it's difficult, like moving away to escape family tension or stepping up as a single parent after her divorce

Enneagram:  Type 6 (The Loyalist) - Kristin's cautious and loyal nature fits well with Type 6. She’s someone who seeks security and stability, especially after the instability caused by her brother's actions and her failed marriage. Despite her withdrawn nature, she deeply values relationships and is dependable, which are core aspects of Type 6

Celtic Tree: Oak - The Oak symbolizes strength, resilience, and endurance, all qualities that Kristin embodies. She has weathered significant personal challenges, from her family issues to her relationship struggles, and emerged stronger each time. The Oak also represents protection, which resonates with Kristin’s role as a mother and her nurturing yet strong personality

Temperament: Melancholic - Kristin’s withdrawn nature and her tendency to reflect deeply on her past, particularly regarding her brother and her failed marriage, suggest a melancholic temperament. She’s introspective, values stability, and is often serious and thoughtful, qualities typical of the melancholic type

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw - Ravenclaw values intelligence, wit, and a love of learning, which aligns with Kristin’s academic achievements and her career in medicine. Her decision to major in Biology and pursue a challenging medical career speaks to her intellectual curiosity and dedication. Ravenclaws also tend to be independent and value their own company, which fits Kristin's somewhat withdrawn nature

Element: Earth - Earth represents stability, reliability, and practicality, all traits that Kristin embodies. She’s grounded, dependable, and someone who others can rely on, especially in her role as a mother and a doctor. Earth also ties in with her athletic background, as she’s physically strong and connected to the physical world through sports

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Alexa Walter

Alexa Walter is a rising star in the modeling world, known for her striking features and versatile style. Born on March 15, 2001, she brings a fresh and dynamic presence to the fashion industry. Standing at 175 cm with a lithe, athletic build, Alexa captivates audiences with her captivating green eyes and rich auburn hair, often styled to highlight her natural waves or sleek, straight locks.

Her career took off when she was discovered at the age of 18 during a local fashion show in her hometown of Austin, Texas. Since then, Alexa has graced the covers of several major fashion magazines, including Vogue, Elle, and Harper's Bazaar. She has walked the runway for top designers like Versace, Chanel, and Alexander McQueen, making her mark with her confident stride and undeniable charisma.

Alexa's personal style is a blend of edgy and chic. Off the runway, she often opts for a mix of high-end and streetwear, effortlessly combining pieces like oversized blazers with vintage band tees, or pairing designer sneakers with elegant midi dresses. Her fashion choices reflect her personality—bold, adventurous, and unapologetically unique.

In addition to her modeling work, Alexa is an advocate for mental health awareness. She openly shares her own experiences with anxiety and depression on social media, aiming to break the stigma surrounding mental health issues. Her candid posts and motivational messages have garnered a dedicated following, making her a role model for young people around the world.

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As she continues to rise in the fashion industry, Alexa Walter remains grounded and dedicated to using her voice for positive change. Her combination of beauty, talent, and authenticity makes her a standout figure in modeling, and her future looks incredibly bright.

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T one a very cool hoodie collection, like if you know it looks cool and it’s some what indie he has it in his closet.

Aaron T has a massive hoodie collection

The vast majority of his wardrobe is thrifted and vintage because he doesn’t like to buy new clothes, he likes the look of old, baggy, oversized, distressed clothes, especially hoodies, graphic tees, and jeans (also he makes most of his shorts by cutting off baggy vintage jeans). Hoodies and sweatshirts are one of the most impressive parts of his entire wardrobe because he has so many and they’re all very unique. All of his sweatshirts are really big on him because he likes them to fit that way and he has them in all different colors with different designs or graphics on them. Some of them are college sweatshirts, some have athletic brand logos, some from different Disney parks, and he has several that Z has painted pictures of his favorite cartoon characters on. Most of his collection is pullover hoodies but he also owns a lot of crewnecks and zip ups too. He can’t even keep track of how many he has, just like Z with his shoe collection. Z and T are always sharing clothes, so Z is always wearing T’s sweatshirts and T wears Z’s a lot of the time even though he has hundreds of his own. The other members are free to borrow any of his sweatshirts whenever they want without asking, but they feel like they’re not cool or cultured enough to be wearing T’s incredible vintage sweatshirts, so it’s usually just Z who borrows them.

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15 Questions / 15 8 Mutuals

The lovely @borntobewondering tagged me in this, and it looks fun, so thanks!

Questions under the cut :D

1. Are you named after anyone?

I'm named after a female volleyball player because my dad was trying way too hard to manifest my athletic-ness, but it didn't work out. But my parents did stick me with a middle name that would make my initials spell my great great grandmother's first name, tho.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I cried the other night while watching Cinema Therapy's episode on Big Hero 6 because they showed the damn scene of Baymax sacrificing himself to get Hiro and Callahan's daughter out of the weird flubber dimension.

3. Do you have kids?

No, because I'm 20 years old with no type of romantic partner whatsoever. I would like to have them in the future if the right person comes along, tho.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Oh yeah. It's basically my first language.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Usually something on their face/head. Like their haircut, their eyes, their smile, cheekbones, that kind of stuff. Also noses sometimes if they have a really cute one or a really unique one (ahem, Pedro Pascal, ahem-hem).

6. What's your eye color?

Either really frickin blue or like a blue-grey combo.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I am such a wuss when it comes to scary movies. I have to cover the screen when watching Criminal Minds sometimes, man!

8. Any special talents?

I can pick stuff up with my toes like a monkey, I can do a REALLY good Jennifer Coolidge impression, and I guess I have a nice singing voice if that counts.

9. Where were you born?

The Midwest.

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, baking (food, not weed), Animal Crossing, and vinyl record collecting.

11. Have any pets?

Yes. I have a 2 and a half year old bulldog mix named George and he's the light of my life.

12. What sport do you/did you play?

I did one season each of soccer, tee ball, softball, and basketball when I was little because my dad made me, and I did cross country for one year in middle school and regretted it instantly.

13. How tall are you?

I'm 5'5", and I hate it.

14. Favorite subject in high school?

I was a choir/theater kid, but my favorite subject was English or History.

15. Dream job?

On the lofty aspiration side, I'd 100% be a Broadway actress because I love theater, but more realistically, I'd like to be an event planner, an interior designer, or maybe an English teacher. Or run a cafe you can bring your dog to so they can meet and play with other dogs.

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Styling Your Outfits with Jordan Sneakers: The Perfect Blend of Sporty and Chic

When it comes to iconic sneakers, few brands can match the cultural impact and timeless style of Jordan. Originally designed for basketball legend Michael Jordan, Jordan sneaker outfits have evolved beyond the court and become a fashion statement in their own right. From the Air Jordan 1 to the latest releases, these sneakers offer a unique blend of athletic functionality and streetwear appeal. 

Elevating Your Casual Look 

Jordan sneakers are a versatile choice when it comes to casual outfits. Pair your Air Jordan 1s or Jordan Retro 3s with distressed jeans and a graphic tee for a laid-back and effortlessly cool ensemble. The combination of the classic silhouette of the sneakers with the edginess of ripped denim creates a perfect blend of sporty and chic. Complete the look with a bomber jacket or a denim jacket for an added layer of style.

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Contrary to popular belief, Jordan sneakers can be dressed up to create a sophisticated and fashionable look. Opt for a monochromatic outfit in neutral tones such as black, white, or gray, and let your Jordans be the focal point of your ensemble. For example, pair the Air Jordan 11s or the Jordan 4s with tailored trousers and a crisp white shirt for a contemporary twist on formal attire. Finish off the outfit with a blazer or a leather jacket to add a touch of elegance.

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For those who love the athleisure trend, Jordan sneakers are a must-have in your wardrobe. Create a sporty chic look by combining your favorite Jordans with leggings or joggers and a comfortable hoodie or oversized sweatshirt. The Air Jordan 3s or the Jordan 6s, with their unique designs and colorways, can instantly elevate your sporty attire. Accessorize with a sleek backpack and minimalistic jewelry to add a fashionable touch to your outfit.

Conclusion: 

Jordan sneakers have transcended their athletic origins to become a fashion staple. Whether you're aiming for a casual, dressed-up, or sporty chic look, these sneakers offer endless possibilities. By incorporating Jordans into your outfits, you can achieve a perfect blend of sporty and chic, effortlessly combining comfort and style.

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