Hi! would you by any chance have tips on how to get a binder when your parents refuse to buy you one? ☹️
That's definitely a sensitive and complex answer, and while I might not know of the best option for your unique situation, there are some ways you can go about this.
If it's a foregone conclusion that you cannot convince them of this, what I used to do is DIY my binder. The ways I primarily did this were:
Option One: Wearing a camisole that was one size smaller than I actually was (so, wearing a small instead of a medium, for instance), then folding it up over my chest. As a disclaimer, this may only work well if you are smaller in the chest
Option Two: Layering two sports bras in my size over each other. Some of the DIY tips I found before I got a traditional binder advised to wear one sports bra in your size, then wear another sports bra backwards in a size smaller. I would advise against this for potential safety reasons, but also because (at least personally), it can be ineffective and a waste of resources.
Some people have also had friends or other family members order their binder for them, but this can be risky, depending on your situation. While I don't know the ins and outs of your specific circumstances, risk management is important to me, so I would recommend this if it is a risk that is acceptable to make.
I understand what it's like to not have access to this resource, so what I will do is advise you against:
Binding with ace bandages (I did this before (multiple times, in fact, because of dysphoria), and believe me, not only did it hurt like hell, but it constricted my body so heavily that I may have done long-term harm)
Wearing a DIY binder (or any kind, for that matter) for longer than your body can handle
Doing DIY in such a way that even mimics binding with ace bandages. This means that your binder shouldn't constrict your ribs, breathing, or range of movement
Here are some general good practices that you should use to guide you for any type of binding, whether traditional or DIY:
When you start binding, only do so in very short sessions to begin with. While binding shouldn't outright hurt, it can be a weird transition while your body is getting used to that new sensation
Minimize heavy lifting or exercise while binding. If it is unavoidable, drink plenty of water and take plenty of breaks
Stretch after binding
Don't bind while sick or have inflammation in your lungs or chest
If you DIY, treat your binder like it is a traditional binder. Don't make the mistake of assuming you don't need to listen to your body because you aren't using a "traditional" binding method
Ultimately, listen to your body. If it is telling you that it needs a break, honour that. Your body isn't punishing you, it is trying to keep you (and it) safe, even if it doesn't feel like it
In the end, this isn't perfect. Sometimes, parents do come around, even in their own ways, even if little by little, they come around. When I first came out officially around 2016, I was convinced that my transition would be completely forbade by my family; I concealed a lot of it in the worst instances of this. However, now, I think most of my family has come through their own journey with the understanding of the reality of what and who I am. I tell you this, anon, because I want you to know that this, too , shall pass. You can make it. I know this might be devastating to you, and believe me, I know what that's like. But it won't be forever. These bridges aren't burnt forever, and I hope you can find your happiness and contentment wherever it may be.
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For Hya and Amon lolol:
💚 someone's jealous
thank you thank you! just for you i’m gonna do the grunge children au which is slum au (aka they meet when they’re younger and both grow up in the slums)
and just for reference: hya goes by the latter half of his name “cinth” in this au. also i think they’re in their teens for this particular scene. amon’s probably 15 and hya’s 17.
tw (ig): teenage budding sexuality discovery which takes the form of feeling slightly aroused but not understanding the feelings fully. yknow.
💚 someone's jealous
Amon couldn’t figure out why, really. But lately, Cinth was always flip flopping between hot and cold. Some days, he would stay holed up in the little rickety attic he called a room and wouldn’t see anyone, not even Moxie, no matter how much she told her son to get his ass downstairs. Other days, he was out and about and wouldn’t come home until nightfall, and even if Amon waited for him at the entrance to Halifax… Cinth didn’t acknowledge him, just walked by with his nose upturned—like he was some noble. Then there were days like today. Cinth emerged from his room wearing something Amon had never seen before—some frilly thing around his neck with little beads or some flecks of some thing shiny in it. He was wearing one of his mother’s old performing dresses, that was starting to get a little too tight on him, but only just. The sleeves of it it looked like he’d cut and hemmed himself. For shoes, he was wearing a pair Amon never seen, but they clicked and clacked when he walked along the creaky old floors over to the door where Amon was waiting for him.
Amon couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.
“What’s with the get up?” He asked with a scowl. Cinth just looked at him. “I’m trying something new.” He decided on. “What’s it to you.”
“You look ridiculous.”
“To you.” Cinth turned up his nose—he was good at that. His nose was quite regal and Amon had taken to studying it recently; since Cinth was always turning it at him. “But anyway, it’s not a worry of yours. You’re here for your hair right?” Cinth regarded him, up and down, a judgmental look that never failed to make something shudder through Amon’s body; being trapped under his gaze. He couldn’t tell if he hated it, or if he liked it. “I hope you are anyway.” Cinth added. “It looks like a rat’s nest.”
“I got into a fight.” Amon said, surly, but he followed Cinth into the home. Moxie didn’t appear to be home, probably either begging down at the docks or still at a client’s house. He noticed more and more often she wasn’t home, which meant more and more time that he and Cinth were left alone; especially since he was allowed now to finally come over across the slums by himself. The freedom gave him a thrill, but it was with its obvious consequences. He’d been getting into fights more often, much to Knox’s chagrin. He felt like there was always something burning under his skin. Especially when Cinth wasn’t around, or he stood him up.
“Maybe it wouldn’t be so fucked up if you were there with me.” Amon added, as somewhat of an afterthought—but thankfully Cinth didn’t seem to be listening. He led him back to their drawing room—or what was a drawing room in this old run down place, and Cinth sat on the old couch like he always did, giving Amon another look until he sat down on the pillows in front of him, set there for this purpose. Amon felt the brush of the cocktail dress coming apart on his back as Cinth settled his legs on either side of him. What if Cinth wasn’t wearing anything under there? The back of his neck suddenly felt hot.
Cinth wasted little time in undoing the mess of twists that Amon’s hair was in. They’d been grabbed and pulled, and some hairs yanked out even, but even though his head was a bit tender, he found in some ways he liked the sting. Cinth’s hands carded through his hair and for a strange moment, his mind conjured the thought of Cinth pulling it. He quickly shook the thought from his mind.
“So… where have you been going anyway? When you leave town?” Amon sounded sour, even to himself—but he couldn’t help it. Along with Erecia, Cinth was just a staple in his life—he didn’t know what could be more interesting than their usual shenanigans. “None of your business.” Cinth decided after a beat. He’d begun the usual tight cornrows that he tended to put Amon’s hair in (“Since, if you’re going to fight, it’s better that people can’t grab your hair.” He always said) and it was so familiar, Amon felt himself relaxing into it, even if he was annoyed at Cinth’s evasiveness.
“It wouldn’t kill you to tell me what you’re up to. You think I’m gonna judge you or something?”
“I’ll tell you when I feel like it. Can’t you just spend time with Erecia or something?” Cinth sounded annoyed, but his nimble fingers still kept going.
“It’s not the same if you’re not there!” Amon complained, and that’s when Cinth yanked his head back, making Amon yelp. His head practically upside down, he stared up into Cinth’s dark brown eyes, narrowed and annoyed but… Were his lashes always this long? Despite himself, Amon felt his cheeks warm.
“Quit. Being. A. Baby.” Cinth enunciated every word, then pushed his head back upright. Amon couldn’t find it in him to say anything back, still trying to grapple with the heat swimming over his cheeks.
After a long minute of silence, Amon finally spoke up again. “W-Well. Next time just say something if you’re going out, okay?”
“Sure.” Cinth said absently, like he didn’t mean it. Amon had to resist the urge to swirl around and glare at him.
“I mean it! Promise!” Amon wriggled between Cinth’s legs and they clamped at his sides to hold him still.
“Fine! For Vat’s sake, just quit moving before I rip your hair out.” Cinth growled.
Even if he didn’t mean it, Amon found himself grinning. “Okay!” He sang cheerfully, and immediately sat still. Cinth muttered something under his breath that Amon couldn’t hear, but it didn’t take long before Amon began talking about something or another that he’d gotten up to while Cinth was away. It meant more to him than he felt like examining when he could tell Cinth was listening.
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I WANT SO BAD TO ANSWER ALL YOUR ASKS (a n d reblog the cousins post again with more XD ) RIGHT NOW!! They're amazing!! But I just dont think its gonna happen til weeks end I'm so sorry 😅😅😅 I will probably answer the Inkubus one in the morning but the others will have to wait I'm sorry 😅 THAT DOC/SHERIFF/CHICK ONE IS FOR S U R E GETTING A ONESHOT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH MAN YOU DONT EVEN K N O W. AND I N E E D IT XD
In the meantime~~ I have incorrect Quotes for the cousins for you XD
It's ok! I didn't exoect you to answer them right away. You're busy with your work ^^ I can't wait to see your answers! Especially how you write the Cars love triangle!
OH MY GOD- All of this. All of this is canon. You can't convince me otherwise XDDD did Terry learn that philosophy from her father or mother?
And Jewel getting a pet is 10000% canon. Just not a snake XD Remember what Shiny's favorite animals are?
Jewel: *carrying a ferret from the human side of town* Mamá, papá. I just got a pet ferret. What should I name him?
Greasy: A WHAT???
Shiny: *already writing down a list of everything a ferret needs* I vote Fizzgig!
(Jewel knows mom can't resist the fuzzy tube animals. And if anybody can convince dad to agree to keep a ferret around, it would be her XD)
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1) What was the murdersim with a farmer 👀
2) You have to befriend my sheep, obviously! That's how you get my survival ending. If you escape from the secret basement under the barn, you're just gonna be trapped in the barn. It's VERY secure. And I have security cameras. I will know if you're rude to my sheep.
1) Courtin Cowboys! The character Dijon is a sheep herder! He's a sweetheart that won't murder you on purpose, but he does kidnap you! (He's tagged as Mustard Man on my blog if you're interested)
2) what if I BECAME one of your sheep? Could be an interesting "kept you as a pet" type ending. Bahhhh!
But for sure I can be nice to the sheep, me and the sheep are gonna become besties!
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