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waititsyu replied to your post “aisatsana441 replied to your post “boo” …”

Oh no I need this now D:

kasiganthia

I know you siad you don’t want to write this and no prressure but this is amazing and if you only ever drrop rarndom thoughts on this AU i will eat them up with a spoon! I really like the idea of Jaskeir having to warm up to Geralt cause that is not something which is explored in this fandom

gnomeicecream

Beauty and The Beast and the Custudy Battle

clotpoleofthelord

ooooooooooooooooooh bbbbbbbbbbbb i waaaaaant ittttt

s-leary

I don’t talk about it here much, but I am a CASA volunteer. Which might be a role Yen would fit into, here… Not that you’re writing it.

OK OK y’all I do have some more thoughts.

 I had the seeming-at-the-moment brilliant thought that like… it’s not that Geralt’s been transplanted to the modern era, it’s that he’s survived. He’s a couple of hundred years old and is fitting in to modern life as well as he can, and the world doesn’t have much room left in it for Witchers.

Here’s the thing I thought was such a brilliant idea. IDK how it holds up but listen for four hours on the Thruway I thought this was fucking brilliant. 

The social worker’s name is Pancratz, and Geralt’s like, fuck, I used to know a Pancratz. But that happens to him a lot; he’s super fucking old and he’s known a lot of people and they’ve sort of come and gone, over the years, right? So who fucking knows; it’s not relevant at the moment, so he forgets about it.

Until maybe the Snowed In incident, and after young Mr. Pancratz has gotten over some of his terror at being unexpectedly trapped in a remote half-ruined compound with a bunch of Witchers, he winds up hanging out with Ciri, and finds her toy ukelele and tunes it up and reveals that he’s got a night job as a musician, and as soon as he starts singing, Geralt’s like

ah fuck that’s who I knew who was a Pancratz

and young Mr. Pancratz is like uh excuse me?

and Geralt’s like fucking Dandelion, his real name was fucking Pancratz, you fucking sound like him, you even smell like him, I can’t believe it took me this long

and Young Mr. Pancratz is like I’m sorry what and it turns out Dandelion was his like, 9-greats-grandfather and it’s a big deal and he’s been researching him and performing under his name and all of that and is like we thought all the Witcher stuff was fake and Geralt’s like well, i mean, it was heavily fictionalized, but no, that was me and goes into the back of one of his closets where he’s got a handy enchanted trunk that keeps shit from getting wrecked by the lack of climate control and hauls out a lute Dandelion’s daughter or somebody gave him after the old man dies and is like, well, I should probably give this to you then, and Young Mr. Pancratz pretty much faints on the spot.

Anyway. I am not writing this but I was highly amused by this imaginary scene.

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clotpoleofthelord replied to your post “not shaped like a human”

I KNOW HOW THIS GOES SOMEWHAT. I’m a 32G and it’s a goddamn nightmare finding bras that fit. Have you tried Bravissimo? I’ve had some luck with theirs (and also FREE RETURNS)

I have actually GONE TO BRAVISSIMO IN PERSON. I shopped there before they offered free returns, Back In The Day, I don’t want to talk about how much I spent, and I went to London in ‘08 for other purposes but while I was there, I got sized there.

They did not have a single bra in stock in their flagship London store that fit me. This was exceptionally unfortunate, as I was in London to attend a wedding, and had brought a dress for which I was actually counting on finding a bra to go with, since They Have Great Bras in the UK, you can get Anything in London, except as it turns out you CANNOT get a plunge-front 32J in any color or make for any kind of money, so I had to safety-pin my dress to my old fucking imported bra I’d brought intending to abandon it. Amazing! Yes, my boob fell out of my dress in front of the father of the bride after I’d had basically an entire bottle of wine on my own, but it didn’t matter because so had he, and he just laughed, so. THANKS BRAVISSIMO.

I also went to, I forget the name now, the lingerie-maker who has like made bras for the Queen and stuff (maybe rigby and peller? sounds familiar?), and they were also very helpful, and also, womp womp, did not have a single bra in stock that fit me. (”We could have this one altered, it would take a week. Are you local?” “No.” “… I could pin it out for you so you could have it altered when you got home.” “Mmmm… no.” [It was over a hundred dollars, with the exchange rate of the time. For a bra that didn’t fit me. I can get a bra that doesn’t fit me for a lot less than that any old where.]) At least they helped me understand that I required a specific shape of bra for optimum support. I’ve never really found one that fit properly, but the ones with that specific shape (three-part cups, with a non-stretch component as the outermost part nearest the armpit, if you were curious– oh, like this one) are the most fault-tolerant.)

thebyrchentwigges replied to your post “not shaped like a human”

er um are you familiar with the world of full-bust style blogs? hourglassy? curvywordy? fuller figure fuller bust? they may have the bra hook up for you…even if you have to go to Poland for it! Ewa Michalak maybe…and I know about these blogs for two reasons, the left one and the right one ;D

Oh gosh. I used to follow a lot of blogs. I knew all the great URLs, I knew all the sites that carry all the brands. I used to be super up on all of it. And then I stopped caring, because it was so goddamn futile. I’m just so old now, and so tired. I’ve imported bras from all over. You can get more of them domestically than you used to be able to. It’s great. It doesn’t matter.

They always poke me in the armpits, slide off my shoulders, stretch out funny… fit for a while, then don’t… the underwires dig in and leave red marks on my ribs… eventually the underwires escape their channels and stab me in the chin… and no matter how exquisite the thing looks when I put it on, I’m never happier than when I’m taking it off. 

Fuck it, I’ll just buy cheap bras that don’t really make that much of an effort to fit, as long as they don’t actively hurt me. That’s the point I’m at now. Fifteen years ago, I spent cumulatively thousands of dollars trying to find The Perfect Fit. Now I’m just old, and fucking tired. I’m glad there are a new generation of blogs now. I just don’t think I’m going to bother throwing myself in to caring about it again, because all it got me was a drawer full of thousands of dollars of ill-fitting overpriced lacy shit and no actual improvement in my self-esteem.

I have never. Never! Owned a bra that actually fit me, was comfortable to wear for more than an hour, and actually looked nice in any way at all. I can pick maybe one of those three features; I’ve never even had two out of three, and I’ve actually never had number one at all, really. 

And after literally decades of effort, I think maybe I’m finally ready to give the fuck up.

thesacredreznor replied to your post “not shaped like a human”

that sounds hellish! makes me grateful that mostly i fit regular (plus sized) bras. although i do frequently get the issue where the cups are too far apart for me, probably because i am a short fat.

I am of perfectly average height, and of just slightly over average girth, and I just. Have a freakishly small ribcage, and narrow shoulders. (And you’d think, oh, primo candidate for racerback or halter styles! Unforch, those are the worst, because I get pinched nerves and then can’t function. Amazing!) 

I am not designed to wear bras. Unfortunately, I need bust support, or I can’t comfortably descend stairs. So, I have to. 

I’ve just given up on being “flattered” while I do it. If I just wear two shitty bras, a plain ugly one and a cute lacy one, then I can feel cute, and probably not die of discomfort. That’s all I get, nowadays.

It’s just so easy to get sucked back into spending money on wishes and dreams and “empowerment” and “you’ll look so much better if you” you know what, I look better with these hundreds of dollars in my pocket, thanks. 

It’s just such a compelling dream. And the sewing blogs make it look so easy. But it is not. It will not work. I need to stop torturing myself. I spent hours just last night going through herroom dot com looking at all the beautiful– oh the lace– oh they have a universal sizing system– they do the conversion for you– that’s great– look at– oh– wow— that’s— wow I have like no options and actually, I’ve bought that one before, it did Not hold up. 

NEVER MIND.

(Of course I downloaded the one free pattern and of course I’m going to try to grade it up and of course it’s not going to work! But I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t periodically torture myself with this absolute fucking horseshit now and then.)
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