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can we kill this guy? please?

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collab with the AMAZING Zak /@mournedknight. He did pre-Murkoff Coyle and I did the right side. Go follow them fwehehe
can we kill this guy? please?
TRANS PEOPLE CONSIDERING SURGERY- READ THIS PLEASE GENUINELY I AM BEGGING YOU IT COULD SAVE YOUR LIFE
If you are getting gender affirming surgery, especially if it’s your first major surgery, PLEASE be aware that you can become SEVERELY depressed afterwards ESPECIALLY if you have a history of depression or suicidal ideation.
Post op depression is a natural reaction to the crazy mix of hormones your body goes through after major surgery as well as the stress and anxiety of recovery. Think of it like an adrenaline crash, but dragged out longer.
For me it kicked in about 6 weeks after top surgery and the worst of it lasted until about 10 weeks post op. EVERYTHING felt IMPOSSIBLE. None of the skills I’d been practicing worked. I thought everything was going to be bad forever. I didn’t attempt, but I was in the hospital. If it wasn’t for my support system I probably would have attempted.
This is not regret, but it can feel like it. I remain happy about my results to this day (going on six years later).
This is not you failing to maintain your mental health, but it can make you feel like a failure.
Things are not hopeless, but through the haze of this depression they can feel hopeless.
It can be terrifyingly sudden or it can sneak up on you. I didn’t even realize what was going on until after the depression finally passed and my mental health went back to normal.
I am writing this post because nobody told me about this before my top surgery. I was caught completely off guard. For my subsequent surgeries being aware has made all the difference. Being able to treat those symptoms as an expected and normal part of the healing journey has made them far easier to deal with. Because even when my emotions go to dark places I *know* they will pass. I have been able to tell the bad thoughts to take a bad seat and focus on healing.
PLEASE have a plan in place for if this happens. I know that this topic is taboo because of how often our mental health is weaponized against us, but I desperately want every single person getting gender affirming surgery to be aware of, and have a plan for post operative depression.
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Grace is just curios and wants to see what he's doing! Simon is just tryna take care of his plants...
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inspired by this post!!!!
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saw a lady wearing this shirt at my workplace and thought it was so stupid. i couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Grace and mini *stands cutely* MiiGrace 🥰
(Also Rocky wants his own MiiRocky too hehe)
Got this idea from @cherryly.x on Instagram (go check them out!)
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short n sweet Victor Gideon x reader fanfic (Fem reader srry)
*I really like the headcannon(?) that he has a god complex, so he sorta treats u like ur stupid*
Doctor Gideon had a patient to take in, nothing major just a young lady looking for a checkup.
The young lady seemed a bit anxious, perhaps you weren’t used to a medical setting. Regardless, a patient in his care was a patient in need. You were a bit shaken, unusually flushed, and seemed quiet. Victor immediately went to hypothesize a chemical imbalance? Common flu?
He guided you into his office, had you sit and got you at least somewhat more comfortable. Victor asked the usual questions, how you were eating, exercise, sleeping, the normal things.
When Doctor Gideon came forward to put the blood pressure cuff around your arm you let out a quiet whine, eyes darting away as you visibly shook. Victor was far from a stupid man. He knew what your feeling, the cause for all her shaking and blushing was simple, she was attracted to him, her doctor.
He almost smiled to himself, but refused to let his emotions get in control. A young lady attracted to what would be a very conventionally ugly man was… surprising, flattering even. He couldn't remember a time that someone took romantic, let alone sexual interest in him.
But, it was time for the final test, your heart rate. He pressed the stethoscope to your chest, hearing your heartbeat.
A heavy thump, thump, thump, in your chest confirmed his thought, he smiled to himself after making sure of it. The little girl was attracted to him, “how charming” he thought. He was surprised enough he almost reciprocated her feelings.
He didn't retreat after pulling the stethoscope to her chest, instead lingering over you in a way that he imagined could only make her heart race faster.
“Such a frantic little rhythm. One could think you have some sort of cardiovascular crisis,” Victor said, laughing lightly,
When you failed to respond, only opening then shutting your mouth, letting out huffed breaths just barely audible, he laughed again.
“Oh dear, too many big words for you? Apologise my dear, I’ll keep it simple for you.” he said with a mocking sort of sweetness, like he’d forgotten his manners. He continued to peer down at you, as if expecting you to make some grand statement or perhaps sink into the floor under his gaze and never return.
To which, as expected, you kept her eyes firmly on the ground, not looking up at him even once. Like you couldn’t hear him over her pounding heart beat. Your face still flushed, still pressed into a flustered expression, shaking, even starting to somewhat sweat from anxiety.
Victor in the silence, offered his hand experimentally forward like you were a quivering rabbit, and he was a kind and o’ so merciful owner attempting to bond with the creature. His large, rough hand made it to her cheek, his rings cold against your skin, his thumb softly rubbing over the fat, as if his hands weren’t covered in blood 80% of the time.
You somehow leaned into it, your head slowly moving into his touch, yet also flinching like he was a hot fire, prepared to burn you.
A low rumbling in the doctor's chest could be heard, almost a purr, not quite a laugh. You seemed sweet, innocent even compared to him. You were shaking, overwhelmed and enjoying every second of it, he liked that. He liked that alot.
“Look at you, quivering like it's your execution day. Are you frightened? Or is your little brain just overwhelmed?” He then without asking, trailed his hand down to your chin, pushing it up with his almost inhuman strength. Not harmfully, but firmly, making it clear who was in control.
“There we go, don’t hide that pretty face from your doctor. It's okay to be nervous, people of your capacity tend to be more easily shaken up.”
You whined, fluttering your eyes shut, the need coming off of you was palpable. Victor found this all quite amusing, finding her attraction endearing enough to entertain, at least for the day. Hearing you whine made him smile, revealing crooked golden teeth in a cruel smile.
“There it is,” His voice had an almost coddling tone, dropping to a low whisper that made other patients shake with dread. “Why fight something so natural to you, my dear?” His forked tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip quickly, tasting the air thick with tension.
“Needy girl,” he hummed with a smile, “Do you need your doctor to hold you? Are you so hopeless you need someone competent to keep you still while you attempt to compose yourself? Poor thing.” he said cruelly
You quickly nodded your head, still shaking like glass, prepared to shatter upon impact. Regardless, Victor didn’t hesitate. It was almost pathetic how much you craved the affection from him, like a prey animal reaching a climax in a predators teeth.
He let his hand come from your chin down to your shoulder, the rough skin pressing down on your shoulder. Just as you let out a few quiet breaths, he then put his hand down on your lower back, then softly but firmly guiding you into his arms.
“You keep looking at me with those pathetic little eyes. I might just think you want more than just a embrace, is that what you want?”
To which, you nodded.
(L+Ratio+No smut+get edged loser.)
(But srrsly tho, its 3 AM, I got into a fight with my dad while writing this, and I dunno how to write smut. srry for the lack of smut but my dad literally shut off the internet trying to stop me from writing this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lemme know if u want a full NSFW version I might make it idk)
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