themergirlandthesea said: A question, because I love your Zinat writings, would you mind describing her relationships with Arwen and Eowyn? I'm just interested to know how you conceive her relationships with such strong, high-born women who are both rulers in their own right? Also, as a side-note, I am SO in love with your recent poems, being a resident of the Great Plains and lover of the wide open spaces of my Nebraska.

notbecauseofvictories:

I think that Eowyn and Zinat struggle a lot to understand one another, especially at first. Eowyn spent her whole life chafing at the role that Zinat considers her highest duty and greatest gift—Eowyn finds it hard to believe that Zinat is proud to have married Boromir, to be the lady of Emyn Arnen and so manage everything from the household to the surrounding lands and the people living on them. and receive no glory for it. What Eowyn sneers at as a cage is what Zinat has hoped for all her life.

On her part, Zinat cannot fathom the idea of Eowyn as a lauded champion of the war. It’s not like Harad doesn’t have female warriors—there are several female captains among the Corsairs who have been recognized by the emperor, and some of the Variag women are highly-regarded mansabs and mansabdars in their own right. But for the sole daughter of a lord, whose responsibility is to her household and her people, to run off looking for a battlefield…privately, Zinat thinks that Eowyn was selfish and a little reckless.

Honestly, if they had any choice in the matter, they’d probably politely avoid one another. But Boromir and Faramir are as close as two brothers can be, and so Eowyn and Zinat always find themselves in one another’s company whether in Emyn Arnen or Minas Tirith. When Zinat tries to discuss the herbs she knows from Harad (she’s heard that Eowyn is learning to be a healer) and Eowyn tries to be polite about Zinat’s embroidery (she fails, because Eowyn is about as bad at disguising her feelings as Boromir is) and they’re miserable.

They finally find some common ground with horses. Or rather, arguing about them. They end up having a lot of laughing arguments about whether Khand or Rohan raises better horses—Zinat says that Rohan’s horses are too “pretty” and “delicate” and that she’s surprised they don’t twist an ankle mid-battle; Eowyn retorts that they bred them with longer legs to out-race the stubby little Khand breeds. (The horses from Khand look more like Przewalski’s horse, compared to the Andalusian look that the Rohirrim prefer.)

Eowyn learns to respect Zinat for her horsemanship, and Zinat learns about all those years Eowyn spent tending to her uncle, about the death of her cousin and the exile of her brother, the dark shadow of Grima Wormtongue. Zinat begins to understand why Eowyn did what she did, even if it was perhaps selfish. They also gossip about the court at Minas Tirith, laughing about how they stole the royal stewards out from under all those pale, dark-haired ladies who now whisper about “Numenorean blood” when they think the Rohirric and Haradi princesses can’t hear.

I don’t think Zinat would ever consider Eowyn as her sister—they are too different for that—but they are close friends all the same.

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Zinat and Arwen are much more similar, and there is an easy understanding that develops between them from the first. They were both the ladies of their father’s house, accustomed to smoothing over and calming tempers, extracting favors, looking after those things which would not otherwise be taken care of. It is still fairly early in King Elessar’s reign, but Arwen already seems like the consummate queen to Zinat. She gathered around her Gondor’s poets and craftsmen, masons and scholars, and then invited the ladies of Gondor to come and discuss Art and Beauty.

How Elvish, the same noblewomen who disdain Zinat say approvingly.

Zinat does not have a clear concept of what that means—the Elves never went as far west as Harad—so it stuns her when one of her maids tells her of how old Arwen is, how steeped in myth. They had not spoke a great deal at that point, but the queen seemed so ordinary. Perhaps a little over-eager, but Zinat had thought that simply a consequence of the desire to be liked. (It’s the only thing Zinat, Arwen, and Eowyn all have in common—they left their people and came to live with strangers in another land.)

Still, Zinat thinks Arwen’s attention merely perfunctory—the kindness of a queen, seeking to maintain an amiable relation with the noblewomen of her court. (Zinat is grateful for it; she cannot imagine how difficult the court would be if she did not have Arwen’s favor in the sight of her detractors.) She has no cause to think otherwise, at least until one morning when all the ladies are gathered, and Arwen asks if there are any Haradi poets or musicians who Zinat would wish for them to see.

It is not as though beauty and art only dwells in Gondor, Arwen says lightly, and Zinat nearly laughs at the faces some of the other noblewomen make.

She has no way to refuse the queen, so Zinat sends for her favorite kanchani, Fathpuri, and nearly cries with delight when she sees another dark face, hears the bells at her ankles and is greeted in her own tongue, with her own title. She does cry when Fathpuri performs for the ladies of Gondor, and the sound of the surmandal makes Zinat’s ribs ache so fiercely she is afraid they will crack.

(Fathpuri sings, come home, wanderer, your country has called you,and Zinat chokes on a sob.)

She then feels Arwen touch her hand gently. The queen is crying too, pale and lovely and sad. Do you understand Haradi? Zinat whispers.

No, the queen says, clasping her hand. No, but I know heartsickness when I hear it.

They are friends after that, trading affection in poetry and song—Sindarin for Haradi, Common Speech for Umbar street slang, Khandian for Quenya. Zinat even teaches Arwen a few dance steps that Fathpuri once taught her. (She is blushing all the while, trying to ignore the voice in her head that says only common women move in such a manner. It sounds like her mother, and if King Elessar fell in love with his queen while she danced, why should Zinat refrain?)

(…Zinat would perform all fifty-five mudras and thirty hastas without a stitch of clothing on if she thought it would get Boromir to love her.)

They do not spend as much time together as they might like—Zinat’s duties often keep her in Emyn Arnen, and Arwen feels the same about Minas Tirith—but they often write to one another. Arwen has a rebellious streak (hidden under the guise of an aloof Elven queen) that keeps Zinat scandalized but amused, and Zinat’s quiet intelligence (and secret cunning) is particularly delightful to Arwen.

afunnyfeminist:

maghrabiyya:

whitepeoplemakemesick:

stankface:

brotherswinchesthair:

softurl:

fluffmugger:

oh look. She’s white.

#if something could function very well as nazi propaganda (even if it’s not) don’t believe it

they’re talking proportionality though, not actually saying she’s the most gorgeous being on the planet. Like idk what to tell you.

As if common POC features such as: eyes that are “too small”, lips that are “too big”, faces that are “too oblong”, noses that are “too wide” or “too long” etc. etc. don’t fit into the category of disproportionate…
As if what is considered proportionally acceptable isn’t heavily leaning in the European direction…

She ugly too

ew

I wouldn’t say she’s ugly.
She’s uglier than me though.

This is pseudoscience trying to sound authoritative. 

afunnyfeminist:

maghrabiyya:

whitepeoplemakemesick:

stankface:

brotherswinchesthair:

softurl:

fluffmugger:

oh look. She’s white.

they’re talking proportionality though, not actually saying she’s the most gorgeous being on the planet. Like idk what to tell you.

As if common POC features such as: eyes that are “too small”, lips that are “too big”, faces that are “too oblong”, noses that are “too wide” or “too long” etc. etc. don’t fit into the category of disproportionate…

As if what is considered proportionally acceptable isn’t heavily leaning in the European direction…

She ugly too

ew

I wouldn’t say she’s ugly.


She’s uglier than me though.

This is pseudoscience trying to sound authoritative. 

(Source: funniestpicever)

Psychosis

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my friend lauren & i collaborated on a powerpoint on psychosis, including some definitions, a list of slurs/derogatory terms, some media depictions of psychosis, a short list of tips on being a friend to someone with psychosis, disorders where people experience psychosis, etc. since we couldn’t find another one on tumblr

:)

(via feminismthough)

Tags: psychosis

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure –
But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.
Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.
Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.
Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured – by their classmates –for having been born.
Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle – but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)
Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.
Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again – the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone – the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?
Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.
Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.
Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes – in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.
Imagine the ghosts.
Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield – it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)
Imagine the students unable to trust each other – everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.
Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.
Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.
Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.
Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.
Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.
Imagine the students who leave the wixen world – hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.
Imagine the students who never use magic again.
(Image source.)
(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

thelethifoldwitch:

Imagine Hogwarts after the Battle, after the War, sure

But imagine Hogwarts’ students, after their year with the Carrows and Snape.

Imagine a tiny little first-year whose porcupine pincushions still have quills, but to whom Fiendfyre comes easily. The second-year who tried to go back, to fight; whose bravado got Professor Sinistra killed, as she pushed him out of the way of a Killing Curse. The third-year who perfectly brewed poisons, hands shaking, wishing for the courage to spike the Carrows’ cups. The fourth-year who throws away all of their teacups, their palmistry guidebooks, because what use is Divination if it didn’t see this coming? The fifth-year who can barely remember what O.W.L.S. are, let alone that she was supposed to take them. The sixth-year who can’t manage Lumos to save their life, but whose proficiency with the Cruciatus Curse rivals Bellatrix’s.

Imagine the seventh-year who laughs until he cries, thinking about the first-years who will fall asleep in History of Magic while their story is told.

Imagine the Muggleborn first-years left alive, if there are any: imagine what they think of the magical world, when their introduction to it was Death Eaters and being tortured by their classmates for having been born.

Imagine the students who went home to their parents (or guardians, or wards, or orphanages) and showed them what they’d learned: Dark curses, hexes, Unforgiveables; that Muggles are filth, animals, lesser. Who, yes, still can’t transfigure a match into a needle but Mum, there’s a hex that can make you feel as though you’re being stabbed with thousands. (Don’t ask them how they know.)

Imagine the students who will never be able to see Hogwarts as home.

Imagine the students Hogwarts has left, when it starts up again the lack of Muggleborns, blood-traitors, half-bloods, dead and gone the lack of purebloods; the Ministry would have chucked everyone of age (and possibly just below) in Azkaban for Unforgiveables, wouldn’t they?

Imagine how few students there are left to teach; imagine how few teachers are left to teach them.

Imagine the students who can’t walk past a particular classroom, who can’t walk through a hallway, who can’t walk into the Great Hall without having a panic attack or breaking down. Imagine the school-wide discovery that the carriages aren’t horseless after all; that everyone, from the firsties to the teachers, can see Thestrals.

Imagine the memorials, the heaps of flowers and mementoes in every other corner, hallway, classroom; every other step you take on the grounds.

Imagine the ghosts.

Imagine the students destroying Snape’s portrait, using the curses, hexes, even Fiendfyre they’ve been taught how to wield it has to be restored nearly every week; Snape stays with Phineas Nigellus semi-permanently. (None of the other portraits will welcome him. His reasons do not excuse his conduct.)

Imagine the students unable to trust each other everyone informed on everyone, your best friend might turn you in.

Imagine the guilt that everyone carries (it should have been me, it’s my fault s/he’s dead, I told on them, it’s all my fault), the students incapable of meeting each other’s eyes because it’s my fault your best friend, your sibling, your Housemate, your boy/girlfriend is dead.

Imagine the memorials piled high with the wands of the dead. Imagine the memorials piled high with the self-snapped wands of the living.

Imagine the students who are never able to produce a Patronus.

Imagine Boggarts being removed from the curriculum because Riddikulus is near impossible to grasp, even for the sixth- and seventh-years. Because their friends and families dead will never, ever be funny.

Imagine the students for whom magic feels tainted.

Imagine the students who leave the wixen world hell, the students who leave Britain entirely, because there’s nothing left for them there.

Imagine the students who never use magic again.

(Image source.)

(From the mind of the wonderful lavenderpatil, a keen look at how students might be after war.)

Anonymous said: 10 things Gabriel finds fascinating about humanity

notbecauseofvictories:

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One day, Gabriel goes to Jacob-called-Israel, carrying a message from the Lord. Jacob is busy in the fields, but Leah is there—she smiles at him with tender eyes, and makes him welcome in the shade of Jacob’s tent. I will find you meat and drink,she says, giving her infant daughter to Gabriel’s arms easily, the gesture practiced as habit. Rest a while here. We shall send Jacob to you when he comes.

She leaves Gabriel there, child heavy in his arms.

Dinah—for that is the child’s name—has large, dark eyes, and grasps at his halo like it is a plaything. Once or twice, she pulls it over Gabriel’s ears and into her mouth, gumming at the edge and whimpering when it cuts her lips. You are a strange little thing, Gabriel tells her, touching a finger to the soft shell of her ear. She is all softness, even the dusting of dark hair across her pate.

It is nearly sundown by the time Jacob comes, and Dinah has fallen asleep against Gabriel’s chest. He returns her to Leah’s arms then, so that he and Jacob might conference with one another.

His own arms seem emptier, after.

It seems only a little while later he is walking in Shechem, when he passes a woman—no different than any other woman in the street, except that her eyes are large and dark, full of an inherited tenderness, and there is a place where her mouth tucks in, as though it were cut by the sharp, celestial edge.

Dinah, Gabriel says, faltering. He almost does not recognize her, this woman who is flint and sun and nothing of softness. It had not seemed so long by the reckoning of angels, but—he can see ruin in her wake now, grief and strength in her visage.

She stops. Do you know me? Dinah asks.

I—no. No, I do not know you, Gabriel says, for angels do not lie.

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When did we surmise that the divine may have little understanding of humanity?

squid-femme:

animeadult:

for-transmen:

If you’ve been looking to bind, whether you’re transgender, non-binary, or a cosplayer, you’ve probably come across binders like these on Ebay, Amazon, or AliExpress. Usually they’re called E.V.A, SHO, Whatwears, or Ancient Fish King brands, all of which are apparently, interchangeable with each other. Ross is here to tell you that these chest binders are not much of a step up from ace bandages, which in case you hadn’t known already, are the worst thing you can do to bind your chest. So here’s the run down, from least bad to worst.

First off, the sellers are usually misinformed about why someone would use a chest binder is needed just from how they title them. Why would Lesbians want a chest binder (outside of cosplay?)? I don’t know, but most of these listings have lesbian in the name, suggesting that chest binders are for girls, not men or nonbinary. This right there should be a warning sign of a company that doesn’t know what they are doing.

The strapless binders’ model is wearing the wrong size for their chest. Their breast is popping out over the top of the binder, and I can personally say that with that binder, it is very, very, painful if you have a larger chest. After about 20 minutes, bruising and chaffing will occur, especially to those with larger chests or are heavier. In the worst case scenario, the breast will rip or pop as if it were cut with a knife.

Look at the materials used. These chest binders do not have any or enough stretchy material in them. Elastic or spandex is the best. On the ones that do have spandex, they don’t mention how much there is in the binder. This is an enormous, bright, flashing sign that the binder is NOT safe. Just how bad is it? Ace bandages likely have more elastic than these binders do, and the ace bandages can still kill you if they don’t maim you. A binder is supposed to stretch, be easily manipulated, and you must be able to take a full breath in them. I’ve bought and used two different types binders from Ebay not knowing any better, and I could barely take a breath at all. I did get larger and larger sizes, and with the same result. Putting it simply, their binders could be falling off of you because they are too big and still would not be safe. 
Now I can’t show you in a picture about the next part, but what’s probably the worst about these binders is that their ‘binding’ material goes all the way around the binder. Your binder should NOT have this unless it is made to correct back posture. Sports bras can, but that is better for again, correcting back posture. So not only will you be binding your chest, but you’ll be binding your ribs, back, and shoulders as well. This can warp them and damage the tissue. 
So what does a good binder look like? I’m going to use the binder I’ve had the best experience with as an example. The Ultimate Chest Binder Tank by underworks. I’ve bought two of these as I’ve needed them, I wore out my old one after a year and a half of use daily including at work.
So, straight off from the site, we know this seller is knowledgeable about their target audience. Chest binders are under the men’s section and you never see the word lesbian on any of them. The only thing marked for women under the chest binder section is a sports bra, put there because transgender men often use them for working out.

The information section on the binder isn’t just two or three lines, it’s a whole paragraph. What is this binder made of? Medical grade 70% nylon and 30% spandex knit. It says it right there and is readily available information, you don’t have to dig through the seller’s ads for cheap wholesale jewelry in the description to find it. The listing also tells us how much of each material is used, information you must have when buying a chest binder. My personal rule of thumb? If it’s under 20% spandex or elastic, it’s trash. Our listing also tells us how to put the binder on, rather than making you struggle to figure it out on your own. Size chart and customer reviews are readily available on the listing and not buried under ads for other unrelated merchandise. 

Also from looking at the binder’s pictures, the front and back of the binder is made differently; the front is thicker and non transparent while the back can bee seen through a bit and is thin in comparison. This is because the front of the binder is made to compress and bind the chest and the back of the binder is not. All the binding is in the front, support in the back. 
Please, know the difference between an unsafe binder and a safe one. Save your money and avoid ones found on ebay. Can’t afford a binder still? There are programs for people who cannot buy one on their own or it is unsafe for them to buy one. One such I know of is the In a Bind program, they have fantastic service if a bit slow delivery time. Remember, this program is only for transgender men and nonbinary, cosplayers will have to go elsewhere or outright buy a binder.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
i’m sorry i don’t usually comment on posts but i keep trying to tell people this over and over again and a lot of the time nobody listens (hopefully they will now because this is an excellently constructed post)
an ebay binder pushed in one of my ribs and i barely wore it for any time at all (just less than an hour for convenience in my own backyard) because i knew it was bad but it seriously injured me that quickly.
the biggest problem is most people who give these things positive reviews have NEVER HAD A SAFE, PROPER BINDER BEFORE. therefore those positive reviews cannot be trusted! they don’t know how an actual binder is supposed to feel.
this is why i urge people not to include cheap ebay binders in their giveaways, especially. it’s not a game and it doesn’t matter how “safe” you are when using them or how well you advise people- they are NOT SAFE.
don’t harm people by trying to make it seem like it’s okay just because you want a couple more followers or to give something away because it’s cheap.

I would also like to add from personal experience that while the ultimate chest binder (formerly the 997 model) is great for binding the hip region to straighten out your figure, it can still cause serious problems if you have digestive problems (such as IBS or low acid tolerance) or other abdominal pain problems (such as endometriosis). This is because it binds your whole abdominal region as well as your chest in order to also compress your hip area. If you have any of these problems and they are aggravated by compression, please consider getting a tri-top instead, and even then, you may want to cut the bottom so that it doesn’t go past your ribs. This may not work for people with larger chests, but I have a B cup and that works for me. I can still be flat enough to wear fitted Express shirts so it works well enough. Also! Even though Underworks is a much, much safer option, it is still not 100% safe and you should still try to wear it the least amount possible and to avoid working out or doing strenuous activity in it. Not trying to be anyone’s mom here - I just know from actually doing all of those things (wearing it too long, falling asleep in it, doing hapkido in it <—!, etc.) that it’s bad news. I survived and really don’t have any lasting damage, but that is because I got ridiculously lucky and also quit doing those thing after a few months. I know and know of plenty of people who have not been so lucky and were much more careful than me.

squid-femme:

animeadult:

for-transmen:

If you’ve been looking to bind, whether you’re transgender, non-binary, or a cosplayer, you’ve probably come across binders like these on Ebay, Amazon, or AliExpress. Usually they’re called E.V.A, SHO, Whatwears, or Ancient Fish King brands, all of which are apparently, interchangeable with each other. Ross is here to tell you that these chest binders are not much of a step up from ace bandages, which in case you hadn’t known already, are the worst thing you can do to bind your chest. So here’s the run down, from least bad to worst.

Why is a chest binder for a lesbian?

First off, the sellers are usually misinformed about why someone would use a chest binder is needed just from how they title them. Why would Lesbians want a chest binder (outside of cosplay?)? I don’t know, but most of these listings have lesbian in the name, suggesting that chest binders are for girls, not men or nonbinary. This right there should be a warning sign of a company that doesn’t know what they are doing.

It's too tight!

The strapless binders’ model is wearing the wrong size for their chest. Their breast is popping out over the top of the binder, and I can personally say that with that binder, it is very, very, painful if you have a larger chest. After about 20 minutes, bruising and chaffing will occur, especially to those with larger chests or are heavier. In the worst case scenario, the breast will rip or pop as if it were cut with a knife.

These materials are not good

Look at the materials used. These chest binders do not have any or enough stretchy material in them. Elastic or spandex is the best. On the ones that do have spandex, they don’t mention how much there is in the binder. This is an enormous, bright, flashing sign that the binder is NOT safe. Just how bad is it? Ace bandages likely have more elastic than these binders do, and the ace bandages can still kill you if they don’t maim you. A binder is supposed to stretch, be easily manipulated, and you must be able to take a full breath in them. I’ve bought and used two different types binders from Ebay not knowing any better, and I could barely take a breath at all. I did get larger and larger sizes, and with the same result. Putting it simply, their binders could be falling off of you because they are too big and still would not be safe. 

Now I can’t show you in a picture about the next part, but what’s probably the worst about these binders is that their ‘binding’ material goes all the way around the binder. Your binder should NOT have this unless it is made to correct back posture. Sports bras can, but that is better for again, correcting back posture. So not only will you be binding your chest, but you’ll be binding your ribs, back, and shoulders as well. This can warp them and damage the tissue. 

So what does a good binder look like? I’m going to use the binder I’ve had the best experience with as an example. The Ultimate Chest Binder Tank by underworks. I’ve bought two of these as I’ve needed them, I wore out my old one after a year and a half of use daily including at work.

So, straight off from the site, we know this seller is knowledgeable about their target audience. Chest binders are under the men’s section and you never see the word lesbian on any of them. The only thing marked for women under the chest binder section is a sports bra, put there because transgender men often use them for working out.

YES! Good binder!

The information section on the binder isn’t just two or three lines, it’s a whole paragraph. What is this binder made of? Medical grade 70% nylon and 30% spandex knit. It says it right there and is readily available information, you don’t have to dig through the seller’s ads for cheap wholesale jewelry in the description to find it. The listing also tells us how much of each material is used, information you must have when buying a chest binder. My personal rule of thumb? If it’s under 20% spandex or elastic, it’s trash. Our listing also tells us how to put the binder on, rather than making you struggle to figure it out on your own. Size chart and customer reviews are readily available on the listing and not buried under ads for other unrelated merchandise. 

Also from looking at the binder’s pictures, the front and back of the binder is made differently; the front is thicker and non transparent while the back can bee seen through a bit and is thin in comparison. This is because the front of the binder is made to compress and bind the chest and the back of the binder is not. All the binding is in the front, support in the back. 

Please, know the difference between an unsafe binder and a safe one. Save your money and avoid ones found on ebay. Can’t afford a binder still? There are programs for people who cannot buy one on their own or it is unsafe for them to buy one. One such I know of is the In a Bind program, they have fantastic service if a bit slow delivery time. Remember, this program is only for transgender men and nonbinary, cosplayers will have to go elsewhere or outright buy a binder.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

i’m sorry i don’t usually comment on posts but i keep trying to tell people this over and over again and a lot of the time nobody listens (hopefully they will now because this is an excellently constructed post)

an ebay binder pushed in one of my ribs and i barely wore it for any time at all (just less than an hour for convenience in my own backyard) because i knew it was bad but it seriously injured me that quickly.

the biggest problem is most people who give these things positive reviews have NEVER HAD A SAFE, PROPER BINDER BEFORE. therefore those positive reviews cannot be trusted! they don’t know how an actual binder is supposed to feel.

this is why i urge people not to include cheap ebay binders in their giveaways, especially. it’s not a game and it doesn’t matter how “safe” you are when using them or how well you advise people- they are NOT SAFE.

don’t harm people by trying to make it seem like it’s okay just because you want a couple more followers or to give something away because it’s cheap.

I would also like to add from personal experience that while the ultimate chest binder (formerly the 997 model) is great for binding the hip region to straighten out your figure, it can still cause serious problems if you have digestive problems (such as IBS or low acid tolerance) or other abdominal pain problems (such as endometriosis). This is because it binds your whole abdominal region as well as your chest in order to also compress your hip area. If you have any of these problems and they are aggravated by compression, please consider getting a tri-top instead, and even then, you may want to cut the bottom so that it doesn’t go past your ribs. This may not work for people with larger chests, but I have a B cup and that works for me. I can still be flat enough to wear fitted Express shirts so it works well enough.

Also! Even though Underworks is a much, much safer option, it is still not 100% safe and you should still try to wear it the least amount possible and to avoid working out or doing strenuous activity in it. Not trying to be anyone’s mom here - I just know from actually doing all of those things (wearing it too long, falling asleep in it, doing hapkido in it <—!, etc.) that it’s bad news. I survived and really don’t have any lasting damage, but that is because I got ridiculously lucky and also quit doing those thing after a few months. I know and know of plenty of people who have not been so lucky and were much more careful than me.

coolcashdavinci:

Sauce

Is that Christopher Eccleston behind the counter?

coolcashdavinci:

Sauce

Is that Christopher Eccleston behind the counter?

(Source: the-kush-dealer, via dutchster)

Here I thought stock-photo sites were fairly stodgy.

(Source: booasaur, via dutchster)

iluvatardis:

polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

                             (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

Well now.

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thegetty:

Did humans have eyes that close together in ancient times?
Naaaah, this helmet is ceremonial, most like for a funerary purpose. Once adorned with horsehair, feathers or metal animal horns, this decorative helmet was certainly not functional.
Did you notice the engraved ringlet curls at the helmet’s ‘hairline’?
Helmet, 400 - 375 B.C., Greek. J. Paul Getty Museum.

"I can&#8217;t see out of this stupid thing."
"Shut up! It&#8217;s a solemn ceremony!"

thegetty:

Did humans have eyes that close together in ancient times?

Naaaah, this helmet is ceremonial, most like for a funerary purpose. Once adorned with horsehair, feathers or metal animal horns, this decorative helmet was certainly not functional.

Did you notice the engraved ringlet curls at the helmet’s ‘hairline’?

Helmet, 400 - 375 B.C., Greek. J. Paul Getty Museum.

"I can’t see out of this stupid thing."

"Shut up! It’s a solemn ceremony!"

(via ancientart)