#underwire bras are the devil

[hoshi-kawaii]

Searching for a comfortable bra is just a reminder that my boobs are two different sizes.

[bedsyandco]

It wasn’t uncommon for Violet to go home with Luke and eat dinner at the Hughes home after he had a game. Senior year when their relationship was… progressing, they’d always end up in his room, chilling on his bed and watching a movie.

“c’mere,” luke mumbles, tugging on violet’s crop top roughly and she kicks him lightly on the shin from her position next to him on the bed, causing him to sigh and pinch her waist.

“I’m literally right next to you. It’s impossible for me to wiggle any closer,” Violet says and Luke scoffs, putting his hand on her hip and rolling her on top of him, adjusting her so she’s straddling his lap, his hands resting on her hips and adjusting the pillows behind his head so he’s slightly sitting up, bringing them closer together.

“Much better,” Luke says smiling at her and she just shakes her head, placing both her hands on his chest, one of them running up to his neck and ending up in his hair.

“You’re so cocky and demanding when you win,” Violet teases, pulling his hair slightly. Whenever Luke wins a game, one where he played really well, he’s always a little cockier than usual. It kind of reminds Violet of Jack. Any other time Violet would straddle his lap, tug on his hair and kiss his neck? Luke would be a blushy, breathless mess. But not tonight, because he had two goals and two assists tonight, including the game winning goal and nothing was going to take that glint out of his eye or that cocky smirk off his face.

“You like it,” Luke teases, his hands moving from her hips to her ass, casually resting there.

“Maybe a little,” Violet whispers softly against his lips, swiping her tongue across his bottom lip before pulling away, smiling slightly at the pout forming on his mouth.

“You know what I saw in warmups tonight?” Luke asks, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips

“Do I wanna know?” Violet questions, her eyes slightly narrowing

“I saw you. Glaring at this girl a few rows down from you. Don’t know the reason for your devil eyes but I can only assume it had to do with the name on the back of her jersey,” Luke says, a grin on his face when Violet’s cheeks slightly redden

“I didn’t glare, I was just…observing my surroundings,” she replies, remembering the girl who was telling her friends how much she couldn’t wait to talk to Luke at the party tonight. A party Luke opted out of because Violet told him she didn’t wanna go. The girl also mentioned how she’d prefer Jack but his younger brother would do just fine. That girl could thank her lucky stars that Ellen went to the game with Violet tonight and she didn’t want to make a scene in front of her.

“It’s okay. You know I think you’re hot when you’re all mad. Mom thought it was pretty funny too,” Luke says and Violet’s mouth drops open

“Your mom saw?” she whispers horrified and Luke laughs

“Everyone saw babe, you weren’t exactly subtle,” Luke teases and she slaps him lightly on the chest

“Shut up. I’m the most subtle. You’re the one who isn’t subtle. Dragging me up here as if your parents don’t know exactly what we’re doing,” Violet whisper yells and Luke takes both her hands in his, bringing them to his mouth so he can kiss them.

“They don't. We’re best friends. We could be doing anything. Besides we’re not doing anything wrong, just a friendly peck here and there. And I deserve all the kisses after the game I had today. It’s a crime that you haven’t kissed me yet,” Luke says

“You're so dramatic,” she teases, gently cupping his face and connecting their lips.

Luke groans when she bites his lower lip softly, his hands going to the edge of her crop top and looking for her reassuring nod before taking off her shirt, his eyes and lips immediately going to her neck and travelling down to her chest clad in a black underwire bra.

“I’m so proud of you. You played so well tonight. You make everyone so proud. You’re gonna do so many great things lukey,” she says, placing a kiss on his lips between each sentence.

“Stop,” he whines, burying his face in the crook between her neck and shoulder, pressing a kiss there.

“Will you stay the night? Please,” he asks, and Violet nods, never one to deny Luke anything, grabbing her phone so she could text her mom.

[lostcryptids]

Underwire bras are truly the devil and i wore them for too long

[17yearcicada]

honestly thank god i can get away with wearing sports bras 99% of the time underwire bras are from the devil himself

[confuddledcuntboy]

7, 8, and/or 20 for the ask game

7. How big are your breasts?

I’ve had top surgery. But before I was a barely B-cup.

8. Are your nipples sensitive? Do you like having them sucked?

They’re not super sensitive anymore (unfortunately) but I love having them licked, sucked, bitten.. all of it 🤤. Before my nipples used to stay hard!

20. Are you an undewire girl or a bralette girl?

I was a tomboy so sports bras were my go to. Underwire is the devil’s work. If I had been girlier I’d have been a bralette girl. Hell, I’d wear them now 🤭.

[certifiablecatlady]

underwire bras are the devil but I need these titties At Attention

[makiruz]

Underwired bras are the devil

[pitchshitterarchiver]

Pitchshifter on blog spot: Thursday, July 9, 1998

“Man is it hot in Arizona. They have misters outside all the shops to spray water over the customers because they don't want them to die from heat exhaustion before they reach their credit limits on those cards. Before the show I go shopping with Jim. We need some tacky useless shit to take home for our loved ones. My dad (the Reverend D Clayden) likes hats, so I buy him a Tempe Sun Devils baseball cap. I'm sure he's going to love that.

I already got my Mum a jewellery box with a picture of Elvis shaking hands with President Nixon on the top from Gracelands. I thank you. That's possibly the classiest piece of tacky shit on the planet. I'm such a good son. Jim buys his Dad a paper weight with a scorpion encased within in. Classy.

The show is amazing. It's a 750 capacity venue totally sold out. There are a lot of goths in the crowd which I find unusual for somewhere so hot. How the hell can you walk around in the desert with a full length black leather overcoat and face paint? There must be pools of melted goth on every street corner. The ones who couldn't make it back to their coffin. People must tread in them like melted chewing gum stuck to their boots. "look out! melting goth!"

For the first time in my musical career underwear is hurled at me from the crowd. Someone threw a black lacy underwired bra at me while we were playing. I couldn't see who it was because of the bright lights. She could have been a doll, she could have been a beast. I guess I'll never know. That thing was big though. I don't really know that much about bras being your average dumb male, but that thing looked sizeable. 'C' or a 'D'? whatever the hell those letters mean. That thing looks like it could be WAY further down the alphabet. We're talkin Omega here. It's hanging up in the bus somewhere. A shrine to fast living. After the show I give the rest of the band the slip and run off with a car full of people I just met to a live hip hop night at a little local hideaway. The tunes were fat, the break dancing was funny, the pitchers were unending. Before I knew it I was up there dance hall style whooping it up with B boys and girls. Wiggle and wine! Back on the bus I ask Stilly (Pitchshifter's stage tech) what the gig is going to be like tomorrow because he's done it before.

"Last time I came here with the band Carcass someone threw a bag ofmushrooms up on the stage at Geoff the singer."

"Cool."

"Yeah, only it wasn't a bag of mushrooms."

"No? What was it then?"

"A dead rat."

Viva Las Vegas?”

-JS clayden on blog spot

[countessogilvy]

my life hasn’t been the same since i started wearing wire free bras

[brynnmclean]

My sports bras have betrayed me.

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Trust Fall

As bizarre as they seem, I really like the video inserts that Darby does from time to time. So I used one of them as kind of an inspiration for this.

Pairing: Darby Allin x OFC (reader)

Word count: 2,968

Content advisory: Nothing. Maybe not for people with a fear of heights.

Looking down at the rippling green waters from the edge of the railway bridge, you’re consumed with one thought: you do not want to jump.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you gasp, nearly choking on your words.

“I’ve done it a dozen times. You’ll be fine, I promise. It doesn’t even hurt as long as you make sure you don’t belly flop.”

Darby rubs the base of your back and smiles with a sort of kindness you’ve never seen from him. He leans in and gently bumps his body against yours, taking the opportunity to wrap his arm around you.

“I’d never get you to do anything if I thought you might get hurt. And you said you wanted to try it.”

Yes, you think, it’s true. Of all the crazy stunts you’d seen him do, the one that had fascinated you the most was being dropped off this bridge in a bag. He’d outright refused to let you do that, of course, but he’d said you could try the jump without the cloth coffin and you’d been so excited you’d hardly been able to contain yourself.

What the hell had you been thinking?

What you’d been thinking was that Darby’s almost insane appetite for danger and adventure was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. The one thing he didn’t seem to rush into was any kind of relationship with a woman. He’d been married and it hadn’t worked out. They were on good terms but the specter of failure still hung over him. He’d always been able to make things work in his life. But that was because he’d spent most of his life keeping a distance from other people.

The two of you had been tiptoeing around each other for months. The first time you met him, it was all you could do to keep your jaw from dropping because it was like someone had created the man you’d been searching for your entire life. And despite his reticence, he’d quickly warmed to you. His initial shyness couldn’t hide the curious, hopeful looks he would cast at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

Still, if the two of you were interested in each other, you’d managed to take a pretty circuitous route to get there. From soft looks and smiles while you both tried to maintain your cool, you’d managed to become friends. Good friends. Everyone else at AEW might think that there was something going on because the two of you were thick as thieves, but the truth is that you’d just become very close. He’d told you about the angst that arrived in the aftermath of his divorce. You’d told him about how you’d just stepped away from dating and relationships when your wrestling career started to take off. You weren’t patient enough to coddle men and reassure them that they were masculine enough even though you could kick their ass. It was tiresome.

So you and Darby had become close friends, talking music and film and road stories and all the while, there’d been this flirtatious tension between you. You touched more than friends should. You were more wrapped up in each other than friends should be. Neither of you seemed in the least interested in meeting anyone else and on the couple of occasions when someone had insisted you give things a try by going on a date with their friend, the two of you had ended up in a cafe giggling about the pointlessness of dating by the end of the night.

By this point, your attraction to him had morphed into a kind of threat, something that could damage the wonderful relationship you already had, so you did what you could to ignore it, sublimating the desire to feel his naked body against yours into a desire to do all sorts of crazy things you’d never had the confidence to do before. Like jumping off a train bridge into a lazy river under the burning heat of the summer sun.

You wondered if he’d be disappointed in you if you backed out. No, you think, he’d never rushed you into anything. If you wanted to bail, he’d just make a face like you were a silly goose but then take your hand and the two of you would walk back to his place and watch movies until you fell asleep. He’d probably even let you pick the movies.

But as you watch the sparkling waters below, as terrifying as it seems, there is a part of you that very much wants to jump. It’s been ages since you’ve dived into water like this, although you used to do it often enough when you were a kid. Darby does shit like this all the time and every time you watch him, in person or on video, your chest burns with envy. Oh to be able to do something that wild.

Sure, you’ve taken him for rides on your motorcycle and he’s gushed about the adrenaline rush it gives him. But when you’re riding, even though it doesn’t always seem that way to a passenger, you know how to be safe. Maybe to other people it seems like you’re taking a risk but you know better. This, you remind yourself, taking in the scent of iron and oil that radiates from the tracks around you, is taking a risk. This is doing something outside your comfort zone.

“I promise,” he assures you, “it’s not as far as you think it is. Divers do this all the time.”

“Divers know what they’re doing.”

“You know what you’re doing. Jump off feet first and let yourself hit the water the same way. Seriously, you have a better chance of being run down by the train than hurting yourself in the water.”

“What?” you nearly shriek, staring wild-eyed at him. “I thought you said the train hardly ever came!”

“Only once a day,” he grins. “Once late in the afternoon.”

“It’s past three. How late in the afternoon are we talking?”

“I’ve never really timed it.”

You turn back to the river below and you swear it’s gotten further away than it was.

“Hey,” he says softly, taking your hand in his, “if you don’t want to do it, don’t worry. It’s not something that normal people would do.”

“You think I’m normal?” you respond, slightly hurt.

“No. I think you’re exceptional. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t normal things that you’re afraid of.”

“I’m not afraid,” you insist. You look down once again and feel your stomach lurch. “Ok, I’m afraid. But I still feel like I want to try it.”

“You sure? Because it’s not like you can start and then change your mind.”

You rest your hand on the hot railing, relishing its solidity. It’s not going to kill you. You’re in no danger here. You’re an excellent swimmer and have nothing to fear from the water. The space between is a few seconds, nothing more. A few adrenaline charged seconds, the sort of thing that you’re always chasing. And it’s something you feel might bring you closer to Darby. He won’t be disappointed in you if you back out. But if you go ahead, he’ll be able to see something in you that he hasn’t before, possibly something that you haven’t seen yourself. Somehow the jump will peel a layer off you like the skin of an onion.

“I’m gonna do it,” you assert.

You throw one leg over the railing ,grimacing at the heat of the metal against your thighs.

“No no.” He grasps your arm to make sure you don’t go any farther. “Wear as little as possible. Any clothes are going to weigh you down.”

You’re not wearing a lot but what he’s saying makes a lot of sense. And it’s not like you’re averse to the idea of getting undressed in front of him.

“I’ll meet you downstairs,” he jokes. “I’ll bring everything with me.”

You climb back onto the bridge and self-consciously start to peel off your clothing: your loose cotton shirt and the tank top underneath, your shorts and your sandals. You pause before deciding to remove your bra. The metal of its underwiring might not weigh you down but you can picture the impact forcing it up around your neck, or at least making you more uncomfortable.

Darby takes each item of clothing, averting his eyes even before you reveal your breasts. When you do, you can see his breathing grow heavier and more rapid. You’ve known almost since the beginning that he wants you the same as you want him. The question has always been whether or not you want each other enough to set aside the disheartening experiences you’ve had. Under no circumstances do you want to sacrifice what you’ve built. You just don’t know if there’s a way to keep it if you introduce that other element.

Once again, you climb ungracefully over the railing. You cling to it and stare at him, biting your lip as you feel the cool breeze wafting up from the river below. He sees the expression on your face and immediately grips your neck with one hand, his impossibly blue eyes locked on yours.

“You ok?”

“I don’t know,” you whimper.

“Still enough time for you to back out.”

“I don’t want to.”

And it’s true, you don’t. Whatever’s waiting for you at the end of your drop, you’re more eager to meet it than to cling to your own notions of safety.

“I’ll be down there. I can make it really fast so just swim until you see me. Everything will be ok, I promise.”

With that, he releases his grip and you turn to face your fate. Looking down makes you dizzy and so you stare up at the cloudless sky, right into the sun so that your vision is disrupted by colorless splotches. You close your eyes but the spots are still there. dancing inside your brain as you lean forward, sweaty hands sliding over the beam, flecks of paint and rust digging into your skin.

“You’ll be ok,” Darby murmurs from behind you. “Give me a head start?”

You nod without opening your eyes. This will be much easier if you can just convince yourself that the drop isn’t there, that you’re just going to let yourself go and you’ll be in the water immediately. But somehow, you can still tell. You can hear the distance. You can feel it in how the wind surrounds you. You are not near firm ground.

You turn and glance over your shoulder in time to see Darby retreating from the bridge and starting to scamper down the embankment like he’s being pursued by the devil. You know he won’t think poorly if you chicken out and just follow him but at the same time, you want this to happen. You feel like it’s going to change you, as silly as it seems.

The sun beats down on your face and you give yourself a few second to absorb the heat, to the point where all you want is to feel cool and clean. You surprise yourself by opening your eyes and although you can’t look down, you’re very aware of your position as you let go of the railing and hop forward just enough to allow yourself to clear the structure.

As soon as you’re falling, it’s like everything inside your body gets sucked up an out of you, like your soul is drifting away and you’re nothing but a petrified brain in a sack of skin plummeting. It’s only seconds but it feels like you’re dropping forever, the parts of yourself being pulled further apart at every inch.

When you hit the water, it’s like there’s an explosion around you and for a fraction of a second you think you’ve clipped a land mine. It’s just a huge roar and then immediately you’re underneath it, the sound gone, like you’ve suddenly gone deaf. The water is cold, colder than you’d imagined, cold enough that your heart stalls while it tries to adjust to everything you’ve just put it through.

Instinctively, you curl your legs up in case you’re closer to the bottom than you believed and then you just let yourself stay still until your body stops sinking. From there, you’re able to push yourself up with surprising ease, trying to keep a grip on your mind as it registers that your breath will not hold much longer. And even though you’re not as close to the bottom as you’d feared, it still seems to take you so long to push your way up to the surface, towards the sunlight that shimmers along the rippling water.

Your head breaks the surface and you immediately breathe in as deeply as you can, sputtering a little when some water gets in your throat. The air itself is an adventure you hadn’t planned on, burning in your chest. It takes you a moment to clear the water from your eyes and get your bearings but when you do, you see Darby moving along the side of the river, easily keeping pace with you and the current.

He waves and smiles when he sees that you’ve noticed him and then walks down into the water, up to his waist. You’re able to marshal control of your muscles and push yourself towards him. It’s not that you didn’t believe he’d be there for you but you’re still somehow pleasantly surprised to see him. You’re grinning as you get close and he grabs your arm to guide you to your feet.

“Follow me,” he tells you, holding both your hands and picking his way back through the mud as he guides you.

You’re a little embarrassed that you’re still gasping loudly but he doesn’t seem to notice it or find it odd.

“I… I don’t know…” you pant, your lungs aching with the effort.

“It’s ok. Give it a minute until you’re feeling better.”

He helps you into a small clearing in the foliage and removes his shirt, wiping the water off your face and softly wringing your hair. He still hangs on to your other hand but doesn’t look you in the eyes until he’s satisfied he’s dealt with the water as best he can.

The light bounces off the droplets of water clinging to your skin and his, which makes your vision grow starry. You give him a wan smile because you can tell your expression is a little off. He runs a calloused finger over your jaw, guiding your head so that you look back up at him.

“Are your ears ok?”

You giggle. “My ears?”

“You look a little dazed. Sometimes when you hit the water it can mess with your eardrums.”

“I thought you said I wouldn’t get hurt,” you tease.

“It’s nothing serious. Just one of those things you want to keep an eye on.”

He looks at you inquiringly and it’s a long moment before you realize he still expects you to answer his question.

“My ears are ok. They don’t hurt or anything.”

There’s an almost musical quality to the sounds of frogs and cicadas wafting through the woods, like you can hear notes in nature that you couldn’t before. Maybe your ears aren’t alright.

But it’s not just the sounds. It’s like you can see every ray of light piercing through the leaves, like the dirt and stones on the ground feel different than they did before. Even Darby seems different, like you’re seeing him in sharper focus, and you want to tell him but you can’t even figure out how to explain it, so you rest your hand on his arm, swirling your fingers lightly over his skin and smiling as you feel the fine hairs rise.

You can tell that he knows there’s something different from the way he looks back at you. He’s curious what’s going through your mind.

“I’m sorry if that sucked for you,” he says quietly. “It was a stupid stunt. I shouldn’t have pushed you into it.”

“You didn’t. And it didn’t suck. It was cool. Maybe not fun, really but… I liked it. I’m still liking it.”

With that, you give his arm a little tug and he obliges by moving closer. You’re still breathing deeply and rapidly, but it’s no longer just because of the jump.

“How do you feel?” He asks, his eyes focused on your lips.

You think about it for a moment but the answer is clear enough.

“Alive,” you whisper.

The two of you lean in until your lips just meet and you move them softly against each other, the dewy moisture and light pressure making your skin tingle. You take your time, allowing yourselves to savour each sensation, both of you perfectly in sync, never rushing the other, never pulling the other along. When you draw each other closer, it’s like that feeling of electricity that you get in your skin just before a thunderstorm breaks. Your tongues come together, exploring at the same leisurely pace, quiet sounds of pleasure emanating from both of you. He flicks the tip of his tongue along the roof of your mouth and you jump at the sensation, but you immediately pull him closer to you, running your nails ever so slowly down the back of his neck.

It’s very obvious that he’s excited and you are too, half drunk on the sounds and smells of the forest, your head still spinning like you haven’t stopped falling. But you have stopped falling. You’ve pulled yourself from the river and he’s gathered you into his arms and nothing has ever felt as real as the two of you savouring everything about it as you come together for the first time.

[tuesdayisfordancing]

So here is something that deeply bewilders me about the bra market. Under”wires” are a devil’s bargain where you get support that doesn’t come from pressure against the whole surface of the breast but then by the end of the day you’ve had stiff metal jabbing and chafing you between and at the side of your breasts and it’s awful. Lack of underwire means you aren’t prodded like that but all the support comes from an even pressure against the breast that can be just as stressful if your breasts don’t like to be compressed. So why in god’s name isn’t there a middle ground option with under”wire” made out of rubber or silicone or some other not-as-stiff-as-metal-but-stiffer-than-fabric material? This just seems really obvious to me. No support and stabbing. Middling support and middling stabbing. Strong support and strong stabbing. That’s a reasonable set of options!

[ladykissingfish]

not Naruto related but

so okay I bought this comfy oversized nightshirt to sleep in, it’s silky and it has kitties drinking tea on it and if THAT wasn’t awesome enough — THE BITCH HAS POCKETS!!!! like legit POCKETS!!

and

i got a new bra, without the Devil that is underwire, that both lifts and separate. I have two boobs again 😊

again not Naruto related but I had to put this joyous news somewhere

[cornerstorebitch]

hate bra shopping. underwire bras are the devil but if a sports bra is strong enough to actually restrain my tits I can't fucking breathe wearing it! I hate having them flopping around everywhere it's so painful and the underboob sweat is awful. DDs aren't a walk in the park. solidarity 2 u queen

these are the most comfortable kind imo - they dont bunch up under your armpits or shoulders and they absorb sweat pretty well. i buy mine in 1-2 sizes small in order to get the compression effect but even then past a c cup sports bras are really just an aesthetic choice lol

[jokiskywalker]

Your Experiences are Not Universal

There’s a particular trend I see when people are talking about bras, and that’s a tendency for people to say ‘Bras are Evil, Actually’ or ‘Underwires Are the Devil’ rather than acknowledging that different styles of bra work for different people, and a lot of people can actually find a bra that fits them comfortably. I was very comfortable in an underwire until recently, but I find corsets give me more effortless support and I love the freedom from shoulder straps. That doesn’t mean that shoulder straps are Evil or that every single bra on the face of the earth should be longline or it’s Wrong.  Underwires are not evil, they just don’t work for you specifically. Even if you find 50s style bras the most natural and supportive it doesn't mean they work for everyone. 18th Century French court etiquette included a separate dress code for women who were physically incapable of wearing stays. Wear underwear that is right for you and don’t unnecessarily abuse a style that doesn’t work for you specifically please and thank you.

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

As someone Also large chested (H-ish if I remember right?? It’s been a while since I got sized) I don’t like wearing bras SOLELY bc of underwire. Those things are the DEVIL but they’re inescapable once you go over like DD 😔✊

Oh I feel you, it’s currently digging into my chest as we speak. But yeah, they really do be inescapable once you past a certain size.