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I can't express how obsessed I am with your Bucky series omg they scratch the itch in my brain just right. And I know they're all gender neutral but I was wondering if maybe you'd make something with a post-op (recent or long healed) FTM reader? That might be... oddly specific, but I'm just tired of all trans reader content always being so sad :(. I want to see ftm!reader just living his life proud and comfortable :')

|| EEE im super glad you liked my series :)! and duuudee hell yeah ftm reader!! i, myself, am genderfluid and have gone thru a hell of a journey to find that out, idk why im saying this, im js really excited w this !!

'' PRETTY BOY ,,

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x ftm!husband!reader

|| warnings : pure fluff, a bit suggestive at the end but that's it

|| wc : 0.8k

The night was young as you wandered through the empty apartment, the one you and Bucky had bought once you both gotten married. It wasn't a big ceremony, not by any means. Only a close friends and family from your side, and some of the Wilsons and Isaiah Bradley from Bucky's invitations.

As the time went on after your wedding, you watched as Bucky grew into being a congressman... Something that did not last long, but you didn't mind. Now, he was a 'New Avenger.' Your stance on the idea wasn't something you wanted to think of right now. With all the craziness that's happened, it's no question why you put off getting top surgery. Money wasn't the biggest issue, Bucky, after being a congressman, offered to pay up the whole thing, though you fought to split it.

However, now him being on a new team and the fact there weren't as much world-ending calamaties in the past few months, you decided to go for it. You've been taking T a long time even before meeting Bucky, so it was no issue.

"Hun?" Bucky's voice cut through the silence as you walked through the halls of your apartment, going down memory lane just for the hell of it. "You still awake?"

"Yeah! I'm here!" You called out as you walked over to the front. Theres where your husband stood, his hair tied half-up half-down, his tactical gear already half off, only a black t shirt and a pair of jeans. His tire blue eyes softening as he sees you and a love-sick puppy dog smile tugged at his lips once he held you in his arms.

"Shouldn't you be laying down, babe?" He asked with a small grin before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Doctor said you can't exert yourself."

"I'm fine, Buck," You grinned, putting your hands on his chest. "Plus, it's been long enough.. Doc said I could take my bandages off by now"

Bucky raised a brow at your words before grinning. "Wanna take them off now?"

"Why d'you think I stayed up waiting for you instead of sleeping?"

With a chuckle, Bucky led the both of you into your shared bedroom, your white, doe eyed cat Alpine following in suite. Peppering in a few kisses and small updates of how the New Avengers were doing, both you and your husband made it to your bedroom. Standing in front of the tall mirror, you stared at yourself.

"God, I look old." You muttered.

"If you look old, I look ancient."

You shot a playful glare at him. "You don't count, you're 110 yet don't look a day over 30."

"Shut up and just take your shirt off." Bucky grumbled and pushed a kiss against the crook of your neck from behind.

"Someone's eager." You quipped.

"Not like that- Jesus, baby, just lemme see my pretty boy's body?"

Okay, yup, that did it. You smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his head and tugged your shirt off. Hesitating as you reached for the bandages. Thoughts swirling in your head as you unwrapped yourself, what if it looked bad? What if you hated it? What if it didn't make you feel.. Like you?

But your worries dissipated as you looked to your chest, now flat. Faint scars underneath your pecs, ghosts of the surgery that took place just a few weeks ago. You heard Bucky let out a small exhale as he looked at you placing a soft kiss to your neck.

"There you are, my gorgeous boy." He whispered into your ear. "How do you feel?"

You grinned, your hands reaching up to trace lightly at the scars. It didn't hurt, no it felt.. Good. Your body finally felt like your own, finally something you can look at in the mirror, and instead of cringing and looking away, you can smile.

"Good, really really good."

"Yeah?" Your husband hugged your waist, the contrast of his warm human arm and his cold vibranium one sending a shiver up your back. "Good. 'Cause you look so handsome, baby. God, I love you so much, my pretty boy." You could feel his smile on your bare shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're so good-lookin' it feels like my hearts gonna stop, make me go into cardiac arrest or somethin'. How lucky am I to have such a handsome husband like you?" He said in a hushed tone, peppering kisses into your neck.

Unlike all those times from the past where he'd help you through body dysmorphia, those peppered kisses and the reassurances that you tried to believe.. This time was different. Because you finally felt what he'd been saying. You felt handsome, you felt good. You felt like.. You felt like you.

"Oh, Bucky," You whispered tilting your head ever so slightly to take his lips into yours. "Show me how much you love your husband?"

"With pleasure."

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ok… imagine a moon knight and daredevil crossover where dd has no issues fighting the invisible jackals because the dude cant see shit anyway. moon knight is like “you can see them??” and matt, not wanting to reveal his blindness but having no idea theyre invisible, is just like “yeah i can see of course i can see”

moon knight then assumes dd is an avatar of an egyptian god. bc what else? so, naturally, moon knight asks “what god do you serve?”

“jesus”

“what??”

“im catholic?”

“what???”

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say cheese!

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So, both times Matt actually came this 🤏🏽 close to murdering someone--both by yeeting them off a roof--it didn't take... At this point it's like Divine intervention preventing him from directly ending a life, because he wouldn't be able to take it, it would irrevocably break him.

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Personnal Shaving Advices for My Fellows Transmen (ftm)

⚠︎ I'm talking about shaving down there, not the face, if you know what i mean

I see A LOT of tutorials/advices from women to women on internet, it can be helpful sure but..what about us, transgender ? Afab is not only for cis women, but anyway I'm here to rebalance all of this ! These advices are not strict protocols, it is from my own experience as a transgender male who prefer to shave down there.

I can absolutely understand that some of us want the hair, some don't feel good with this area etc. We are unique and so are our preferences ;)

So ! Here's some of my conclusions from my experience (in order) :

//-english isn't my first language, sorry for the possible mistakes

⚠︎ No descriptive names used

>> I recommand shaving before shower : it's not about hygienic stuff, but more about comfort. I personnaly really prefer to start with that, then i can "relax" with the hot water of the shower without thinking "oh..i still have to shave after it". + All remaining hairs will leave with the water instead of stay with you.

>> Doing it with candle lights instead of electric ones : weird huh ? But for myself it helps me so much. We see less of our bodies, the amber light makes our skin look golden and soft. I think it helps to ease dysphoria to have an environnement more gentle and warm ! But be careful to not burn yourself ;)

>> Put some music on : if you can of course, it helps to loose up a little more ♡

>> Body scrub : removes all the dead skins, prevent from ingrown hairs, etc.

>> It is very helpful to use body soap : be careful with the product, select natural ones, it's a sensible zone <3 but yes recommended, it's prevent cutting, and again the smooth texture can encourage kindness to our bodies

>> If you're ok with that, touch it : first of all it's an area we can't see easily, touching is a good way to "see" with our hands. Plus, for me it helped to have a sort of visual of this zone. If i know how it is then it would be less difficult to have "relations" or just to live with it. And finally, with touch you're aware of the skin and you can avoid cutting.

>> Take your time : cliché but true. It's your moment, it can be really hard due to dysphoria so take your time to handle the pressure and maybe even enjoy a little bit of the instant ?

>> Hydration : it is personally important to moisturize my skin, even down there. You can use a body lotion/milk, but be careful with the products, again it's a sensible area ;) and don't put any type of lotion in it, you don't need to, it has its own natural hydration i promise.

>> Then if you're feeling up to, sleep without pants or with large underwear : avoiding direct contact is a great solution to ingrown hairs too. + This part also need to breath <3

That's it ! I hope you find some kind of support or at least comprehension in it, and maybe you even discovered new things ;)

Transgender people exist, and we are humans too 💗

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࣪   ۪   ᰔ   ࣪ Introducing: The Pin of Shame 📌

Every now and then, someone may leave a real gem in my inbox or even worse, yours. It may be weird, hateful, or just straight-up unhinged. And rather than let it rot in the dark, I’ve decided to spotlight it. Hence: The Pin of Shame.

Consider it a little bulletin board of “what not to do” because if you’re bold enough to send it, I’ll be bold enough to show it. It's not about drama. It's about us laughing at your attempt to ruin mine or someone else’s day and turning it into content instead.

So if you see something nasty pinned… just know it earned the honor.

❌ I will not pin those who crave attention nor send repetitive behavior. That’s just pity.

I’ll tag any that may either be posted on here or reblogged:

#𐔌 📌 pin of shame

TLDR: The world is harsh enough. People need to be held accountable for how they act.

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PRIDEEE MONTHHH

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You like Bucky Barnes because he’s hot and brooding I like Bucky Barnes because he has a beautiful journey of growth, we are not the same

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Trying to be in the Thunderbolts fandom when you don't ship any of them is... an experience

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The Winter Soldier

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propaganda a lot of y’all should fall for:

whispering “thanku” to your tea or coffee before the first sip.

telling your friends you love them when they least expect it. especially then.

googling “what kind of flower blooms twice” at 3 a.m. to feel hopeful again

deleting apps every two weeks and calling it a spiritual reset.

naming your plants like they’re ur friends. apologizing when you forget to water them.

believing ur younger self would still think you’re cool. even on your worst days.

using perfume before bed. for no one. for you.

making eye contact with yourself in the mirror when you cry. giving the pain an audience.

taking selfies when you feel awful. proof you existed even when the light wasn’t flattering :-)

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Character: Bob Reynolds (MCU)

Type of request: Imagine, lots of fluff, idk if that end bit also counts as smut????

The very basic idea that I have is; Bob gets home after a long day of work and he can’t seem to find the reader. He goes to their room, and he realises the reader is in the bathroom. Bob gets into bed, and the reader takes quite a while in the loo. The reader eventually joins him in bed and Bob sees that the reader is quite teary-eyed and her voice is wobbly. When he asks what’s wrong the reader can’t keep herself together and starts crying. The reader confesses to have been very dysphoric, especially in recent months. Bob comforts her (and perhaps, just maybe, potentially; with the consent of the reader he feels her up a little 🤫🤫 Nothing too extreme, just in a reassuring way, if that makes sense??). Anyhoo, that’s my cutesy little idea

through her tears

bob reynolds x mtf!reader

comfort/fluff/ ever so slightly suggestive end

A/N ; it’s funny to me how I branded myself as a "male reader only," and my first fic on here is for mtf girlies x) anyhoo! had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it spence!!!! (also, i’m sorry if dysphoria depiction isn’t quite accurate. It is for me, and I used my own experiences with it to write this!)

TW : gender disphoria, mental health struggles, kind of suggestive towards the end ??, emotional distress, crying.

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Bob had spent the entire day outside the watchtower. It was one of the rare days when he’d feel well enough to go outside and grab groceries for the team. It was a small thing, but for Bob, it was huge. Sometimes he felt useless, barely doing anything while his mates saved the world from extraterrestrial attacks, but there was always someone to make him feel better, to make him feel seen, and that person was his girlfriend.

The two started dating not so long ago, meeting in a bookshop where they reached for the same books, turning him into an awkward mess as he hadn’t planned to talk to anyone. This quickly evolved into something beyond their love for the same author.

She now lives with the Thunderbolts* and Bob in the watchtower, and they quickly accepted her, a quiet, nice girl who was a perfect match for Bob. Yelena loved her.

He came home a little later than usual, getting lost in a bookshop and fumbling with his wallet when paying came. His arms full of grocery bags, he quickly went to put them on the kitchen counter, where he knew John would later find them and put the respective items in their respective places. He walked up to their shared room, expecting to find her there reading or scrolling through her phone, but when he opened the door, she was nowhere to be seen. Bob frowned slightly, a confused look on his face.

His back ached from the day out and carrying all those bags, but somehow, her absence hit harder than any back pain.

He called her name, a questioning tone in his voice, to which she answered quickly that she was in the bathroom, which made the slight tension in his shoulders relax, at least he knew where she was.

This new found relaxed state allowed him to throw himself on the bed, the box spring making a familiar creaking sound. He let out a deep sigh, the ache in his back slowly fading away as he was finally in an horizontal position.

He doesn’t know how long he waited, five, ten, perhaps fifteen minutes, his face buried into the pillow breathing in the comforting and familiar scent of his girlfriend's shampoo.

A few moments later, Y/n finally entered the bedroom, an oversized jumper that might as well have belonged to Bob covering her frame, she quickly got into bed next to her boyfriend, which gave her some space after being sprawled on the mattress like a starfish. He looked up at her, and then at the bathroom from which she'd just arrive, and saw a towel covering the mirror. She rapidly hid herself under the blanket, even if it wasn’t necessary in the current warmth of the room.

His gaze softened with love as he wrapped his arms around her.

“How was your day ?” She asked, but her voice was wobbly, a lump forming in her throat as soon as she spoke, biting her inner cheeks to keep herself from crying.

“It was alright, I bought books..” He said the last part of his sentence in more of a whispery tone, he searched her eyes, wanting to understand the cause of the shakiness in her voice. However as soon as his gaze met hers, a sense of deep protectiveness took over him. Her eyes were red rimmed, her cheeks wet.

He sat up, looking at her.

“What’s going on ?” He asked, his hands still resting on her waist as she sat up slightly, bringing her knees to her chest before completely breaking down, the gates that previously held her tears breaking and letting out a wave of sobs that she tried to wipe away, but it was too much.

Bob’s eyes widened, not instantly knowing how to react, it had happened before, but never this sudden. He pulled her enough to bring her into a hug, one his hand tracing soothing circles on her back while the other gently reached her hair.

“Hey…it’s okay, it's okay…” He started, his voice soft, his touch tender. Y/n didn’t say a word for five good minutes, the only sound coming from her being her sobs. Then she managed to form a sentence along the line of :

“I’m sorry you have to put up with me..” The tremor in her voice is still present and making it hard for her to speak.

“Why are you saying this..” He asked, his brows knitting together, his voice still soft but filled with incomprehension.

“I’m not a real girl Bob, I-” she started but Bob cut her mid sentence,

“You’re pretty much the realest girl I’ve ever met, unless you tell me you’re a hologram…Love, you are a real girl..” He murmured, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

“I can’t even look at myself in a mirror without wanting to rip my skin off,” She sniffled, her voice breaking again as she continued sobbing, taking multiple inhales as Bob looked at her, a half-concerned, half-sad look on his face.

“This is so wrong, I feel like it's not even my body..” She spoke as she kept on crying.

She was Bob's everything, and seeing her in such a state only made him want to kiss her gender dysphoria away, but he let her talk.

“I can’t…I can’t do this anymore…I’m scared that one day…” She took a deep breath, trying to talk clearly through the tears. “...I’m scared that one day you’ll leave me because you’ll find another girl...”

His brows furrowed.

“Let me stop you right here, my love..” he started, cupping her cheeks with his warm hands, “I would NEVER leave you for another girl.. okay ..? You are genuinely the most amazing girl I could’ve even wished for.” He continued, wiping her tears away with his thumb, his eyes full of love and admiration for his girlfriend.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with trust, love and something maybe even deeper. Her hands found his on her cheeks, her sobs not stopping nonetheless.

“You’re so beautiful..” he whispered, his eyes searching hers, kissing her softly, his hands slowly sliding down from her cheeks to her shoulders. Her own hands landed on Bob's toned chest.

“Sometimes I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” Bob smiled, this adorable, almost boyish smile that always made Y/n’s heart flutter.

“You’re so cheesy”, she said, a small laugh escaping her throat through her, now softer, sobs.

He looked at her again, with the kindest type of love and care seeping through his gaze as he continued hugging her.

“You deserve all the cheesiness and all the love in the world” He responded, pressing another soft kiss to her forehead, before peppering her face in small lovey-dovey kisses.

“Can I do anything to help…” Bob asked, his hands falling back to her shoulders. She shrugged, her mouth opening slightly before closing it and reopening it as if she hesitated.

“Just…just keep on touching me…it's…it's grounding” She answered, her head pressing into Bob's collarbone, and he started caressing her shoulder gently as soon as she finished her sentence. His hands started roaming slightly as he kept on pressing small kisses into her hair, he reached her waist, hovering slightly above it before continuing his soft touches, making her squirm slightly, her waist being a sensitive spot.

“Still okay ?” He asked, resting his hands on her hips.

“Mhm” she hummed, tears still flowed but her sobs had subsided, now replaced by an ever so slightly ragged breathing.

“I love you Y/n…and you're the most precious person in the world to me..” He said, kissing her cheek.

“I love you too Bob…thank you…” She responded, looking up at him with earnest eyes. Her breathing steadied slightly after a while, and maybe, just maybe she felt a little bit more like herself that day.

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Hi, I'm not dead 😃

I'm just into a really bad time and depression shit. It sucks, but i do my best to get better and write again 🤝 because we definetly need more ftm!reader in the world.

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Something about this scene makes me so..🫠

I think we deserve more duringHydra!Wintersoldier

Sebastian Stan as Winter Soldier Captain America: Civil War (2016)