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The weird intersection between fatphobia, sexual puritanism and fake progressiveness that breeds the idea that a skinny person attracted to fat people is a "chubby chaser" or a "fat fetishist" and not just like. Someone who has the hots for fat people. The idea that only another fat person could be attracted to fat people, otherwise it's sinister. Secretly you think any skinny person who'd want to fuck a fat person is debasing and devaluing ourselves, but you've pivoted into pretending you worry about a fat person's dignity.

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Uh… Um… Ships aren’t illegal.

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Steve 100% is the person who would, when asked "How's your head?" after getting a hit to the head, answer with: "Never had any complaints."

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do you ever just … picture a whole scene, a whole fanfiction in your head, you know how to place every single word of the english dictionary that you need (or your language dictionary), you know how to structure your sentences, you know just what your characters are going to say to each other and then… and then you just open microsoft word.

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sins of the earth

wc: 600 - cw: gender dysphoria, body dysmorphia

Sometimes, she wondered what it would be like if she could just be herself. If she could wear the clothes she wanted, the makeup, the hair…

If she could kiss the boy she wanted.

She was tired of always having to act a certain way, of having to pretend to like certain things and not others, of having to put on the same mask every single day and let no one, not even her best friend, know the truth.

They needed her to be strong though, needed her to be the one to take the punches, to make certain that the others were protected and be the collateral damage if that’s what they needed her to be.

And it wasn’t like her friends were misogynists or anything. Almost half her friend group were girls, and those girls were all kickass and brave and powerful each in their own way.

But her?

There were certain expectations placed on her and she couldn’t let them down. She was in too deep now. It was too late. Much too late.

And, even if she told them, even if she stopped hiding, that was no guarantee that she would still have a space here with them after. No guarantee that they would accept it at all.

Sexuality was one thing, but this?

This might be too much, and she was tired of losing friends.

So she’d keep quiet, keep silent, keep hiding this part of herself. And maybe, just maybe, her mask would be enough. Maybe she could keep them close, even if they never knew the true her. Maybe, just maybe, she can keep the boy she loved smiling at her just a little bit longer.

Even if he could never know about that love.

“Steve, come on!”

“Yeah, yeah, calm your horses!” she dryly replied, sliding her sunglasses up her nose as she pulled the water cooler from the trunk of the car. The salty wind ruffled the thick hair on her chest, and though she hated it, she smiled like she didn’t. Smiled like she didn’t miss the excuse of swim team to wax and shave and rid herself of the reminder of what could never be. “I don’t see any of you assholes helping me,” she pointed out in a grumble.

“C’mon, Stevie, you’re a big strong man, why do you need our help?” Robin teased, grabbing only her own bag and none of the others. Typical. (She knew that Robin would come back if she truly needed the help though, and would help her with the cleanup later.)

She rolled her eyes behind her glasses, thankful that she’d learned long ago to keep in the flinches and pain when someone reminded her, even inadvertently, that she would never truly be free like them.

“Don’t worry, dude, I’ve got you,” Eddie laughed, scooping up the ice chest and one of the folding chairs. She wished his eyes would linger, would brush up against her, but though he was friendly and didn’t care about personal space, she also knew that he would never consider her a viable option. Not when he still thought she was a man.

So she’d just huff and complain, would snark back the way she knew they wanted, would chase skirts instead of wearing them, would even answer to a name that made her insides crawl with repulsion.

Watching her friends play on the beach, carefree and joyful, she swallowed down all the pain and hurt and envy and once more became the man they wanted her to be.

Even if it slowly killed her on the inside.

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Title from the poem “The Moon is Trans” by J. Jennifer Espinoza

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(And special shoutout to Dery for his assistance with this one as a sensitivity reader and for their encouragement. Love you, babe.)

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Reblog if you're a writer who re-reads their own work for funsies.

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I've seen a lot of ff writers apologize for their fic being "self-indulgent" which baffles me cause like is that not the entire concept of fanfiction?????

SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS, "FANFICTION IS SUPPOSED TO BE SELF-INDULGENT"

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“𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑.

𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘.“ 🥀

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nancy: guys, vecna got to steve!! quick, does anyone know his favorite song??

dustin, who once witnessed steve do this entire routine

in front of the tv while the bad boys music video was playing and then immediately turn around and swear him to secrecy: nancy honestly I think he’d rather just die

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Today is such bad sciatica day, I could barely bend enough to put a sock on my left foot. Wish I knew where that old prescription of tramadol ended up.

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Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

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I am going to BUCKLE DOWN. and I am going to WRITE the longfics I want to write. and I’m NOT going to post until they’re READY.

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*old man voice* back in my day tik tok was a ke$ha song

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luv how male animals gotta fucking dance around and cry and shit for female attention and sex. and then men irl complain about fat women and body hair like get on ur fucking knees and beg me actually

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Can’t write it at the moment but had an idea that prompted the thought ‘Hopper would threaten to hit a kid with a car.’

And I don’t think I’m wrong.

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love steve's character arc

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Renderized a sketch i had since 2022