#I really don't want to. It's not that much of a problem though

[woso-dreamzzz]

Appendix

Kim Little x Teen!Reader

Summary: You need your appendix out

"So," You say with clenched teeth, awkward and a little bit wary as you lay on the physio table," Am I in trouble?"

"I don't know," Your sister says with that air of disapproval that she always has," Are you?"

"Kim," You groan," Why do you do this?"

"I don't know. Why do I do this?"

You roll your eyes, pressing your head back against the table. "You're just like mum."

"Well when there's an age gap as big as ours, that's bound to happen," Kim says dismissively," But I think the real problem here is why you don't tell me you were hurt."

"I'm not hurt. I'm in pain. There's a difference."

"Your snark isn't needed right now," Kim warns you," You're not hurt. You're in pain, fine. Why didn't you tell me?"

You wince. "It didn't seem that bad this morning? Honestly, I thought it was cramp."

"You thought your appendix nearly blowing up was cramp?"

"I have a high pain tolerance? I didn't even cry when I broke my arm a few years ago!"

You can see your sister angrily swipe her hand over her face as she takes a moment to recompose herself.

"The ambulance is on its way but the staff are pretty confident that you'll have to have your appendix out."

"Is that surgery?"

Kim rolls her eyes. "Yes, it's surgery. How else are they going to get it out?"

"I don't know! Can't they like...I don't know!"

"The pain's making you delusional," Your sister says fondly, that odd smile on her face she gets when you really show off the age gap between you both.

"I'm not delusional!"

Kim's hand gently pushes your hair off your sweaty forehead. "I should have known you weren't feeling too good when you asked me why we didn't have giant rats running around and blocking the Tube tunnels."

"It's a genuine question!"

But it's also a genuine question that never gets answered as you're loaded up into an ambulance and given enough pain medication that you kind of think it's a waste because of your naturally high pain tolerance.

You don't really remember much after that, just feeling a little woozy and your sister holding your hand until you wake up again.

Kim's a lot older than you - around eighteen years older than you - so she's never really been around much in your childhood. By the time you were born, she was already going off for her first stint at Arsenal and you were back home in Scotland, still unable to lift your own head up.

It's kind of amazing actually that you've both ended up playing on the same team despite the age gap.

You were at the start of your career. Kim was nearing the end of hers.

But she's definitely still holding your hand as you wake up.

"Kim," You groan," Kimmy..."

"Yeah?"

"They took my organ! I'm organless!"

She smiles at you, a little amused as she forces down a small laugh. "You're not organless. They just took out a little piece that was making you sick."

You frown at that. "But can I have it back?"

"You want your appendix back?"

"We can send it to Mum!" You say," She's been missing us at home. She can have my appendix to remember me by!" Your sudden delight is stamped out though as you stare at your sister. "Kim, do you still have yours? We need to take it out to give to Mum!"

That's the thing that actually makes her laugh, shaking her head fondly at you as you waffle on about anything and everything that comes to your mind.

At least until all the exhaustion takes over again and you're fast asleep in bed again.

Kim sits next to you - a watchful eye and presence by your bedside - with a hand in your own.

"Knock, knock?" Comes the voice from the door," The kid not awake yet?"

"She was. Briefly. Awake and high."

"Oh, man." Katie pushes past Steph lingering in the doorway. "We missed it? Was it at least recorded? This could have been blackmail for days!"

"Did I record my little sister high off pain medication for your viewing pleasure? No, Katie, I didn't. She doesn't need to be teased about it."

Katie shrugs as the rest of the team floods into the tiny room you're sleeping in. "Just askin'. It's not a big deal. I'll find something else."

"We bought flowers," Lia intervenes easily, placing the vase on the bedside table," And some food for you. Just sandwiches and stuff. Nothing fancy."

"Thanks. It's nice of you to come and visit. I'm sorry she's not awake yet."

Lia shrugs, perching on the arm of Kim's seat. "it's alright. She's just had surgery. She needs the sleep. We can wait."

"Wait so you can tease me?" Your groggy voice says," Jokes on you. I'm totally in control of myself."

You blink a few times to clear the sleep from your eyes, keeping a grip on Kim's hand as you smile. She squeezes lightly, a reminder of her steady presence next to you.

She won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

"Now, did you guys bring me food or just flowers? Hospital food sucks."

[indexthejester]

01: meh I think. Getting better I suppose.

02: My friend, we say it when ending calls

03: far too much. Sometimes it hits me like a bullet to the chest. Feels like the metal ball in my brain pinballs into a bumper that gives negative points.

04: no definitely not <- she lied

05: single and looking for friends which may turn into queerplatonic relations. Not that I'm crossing my fingers.

06: slowly and calmly enough to analyze the way it feels to die, but not too peacefully that it's otherwise uninteresting.

07: Zaxby's chicken strips

08: tried a few. Not my thing. Except tennis, I liked that one. Not sure if snowboarding counts but I like that too.

09: Yes I do it sucks.

10: never had one, unless wrestling counts

11: I like many people. I love them too. I suppose I have a crush on people that I relate too, especially if I find them interesting. I want to know every part of them intimately. To drink it all in.

12: yes

13: I don't think so, I try not to. I don't think it's very useful for solving my or the world's problems, and it makes me feel pretty miserable in the process.

14: probably somewhat, I'm pretty lonely most of the time so yeah almost always. I work and live better when I'm with someone I like. Whether talking or just present in the same "space".

15: 2 family dogs, one day I'll move out and get a cat probably. Cats are great.

16: chill, minus the usual slight heartburn. Just got our of the shower and am lying in bed, getting messages from a new friend, living well.

17: no, very out of left field question

18: not really. I find them interesting though. They either look like insects or weirdly mammalian despite being neither. Weird that scorpions are more closely related.

19: nah there's nothing for me back there.

20: god I wish

21: talk to a friend and life planning

22: no, I mean I'm good with them and it's very fulfilling I just find it stressful. Right now I have so much I want to do I can't see myself adopting and settling down but maybe idk.

23: 2 for earrings

24: Math and English I suppose. Programming too if college counts

25: Maybe. Not at the moment. In recent past, it was fun to hang out at the lgbtq center in college. Sucks that I'm stuck at home now.

26: more social interaction. I may be anxious about how I reply or generally talk through textual messaging, but it makes me feel all comfy inside :3 also sleep because it is 2:36am for me rn.

27: idk

28: no

29: never had one

30: eye strain and heart burn and social anxiety.

31: I think so. I don't think it's for me to say, I try to love myself at least, though it's really hard.

32: magenta, or some other combo of purple and red. Hence the Melantha pfp. Also she's autistic.

33: yes, very much so

34: can't remember. The last one I remember was very sexual which is unusual for me.

35: cried on a call with a friend of mine I think. Just scared of the state the world's in.

36: I don't know, I don't know if I've had to

37: depends on the person I guess. Sometimes you can't do either. Just gotta learn to live with what happened.

38: So far absolutely not. But in the past 4 days I've had a lot of fun being alive. It is fun to make new friends and connect with people and have fun.

39: excluding my parents it hasn't happened

40: yes

51: chicken alphredo and chicken cordon bleu

52: I don't believe in fate, but I do believe in causality, to an extent.

53: brush my teeth I think. Maybe watch a youtube video or masterbate, though I usually do the latter as I'm falling asleep so I'm not sure if it counts.

54: I'm sure you could invent some crazy scenario where it is, but in general I think betraying your partner's trust is just about the worst thing you can do in a relationship.

55: I try not to be.

56: 0

57: when I am vulnerable and comfortable, I am filled to bursting with love for the world and everything in it. So if "true" means "pure unfiltered" then maybe yeah. Me x The Universe. Me x All My Friends.

58: bright but not too bright, grey skies, no visavle sun, chill in the air. Can move around without sweating buckets.

59: YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS

60: very much so someday. Already planning it out.

61: never had it happen to me though it seems pretty boring standard. Call me your owner, handler, mad scientist, something interesting.

62: a loving community and the ability to freely create art

63: yeah obviously

64: yeah I'm too old for that it's weird

65: what are we role-playing now? I don't know, depends on the context. (Treating "sex" as "gender" for these questions btw.)

66: no, I don't. I wouldn't call any of my friends men.

67: My father but I honestly wonder if he's not a little trans

68: like a really deep conversation? Uhh definitely @thatweirdyellowrat. Haven't felt that much mental clarity after a conversation in a long time. I would not be as happy or geared to make new friends if not for that.

69: Fuck no.

70: I think so yeah, more than one actually. Which is saying something because I value my life a lot.

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[drdemonprince]

Hi Devon, I keep finding out that more of my trans friends are actively in the middle of leaving the U.S., and my partner keeps saying things like 'well we need to make plans in case we need to get you out of here.' Is it weird that my first instinct is to push back on this? I don't really want to leave, and I am clear-eyed enough about how being an immigrant works and how little connections we have, plus the global rise of fascism, that I just don't really understand how this could be, for us, the best option.

For reference, I am white and genderqueer, and though I have been on T for a while and had top surgery I still get mostly gendered as a woman (I think this has to do with my being fat and not making much effort to pass or deepen my voice). But we live in a blue state with lots of good laws supporting trans people, and I work in a supporting workplace. So I am in a pretty safe spot, all things considered.

Yeah honestly, I think a lot of white Americans who are considering leaving the country are a little bit deluded by white supremacy and eurocentrism into thinking that there is a better place they can flee to, with decent trans healthcare, where they will somehow be welcomed, and able to find jobs easily, rather than face anti-immigrant sentiment.

Of course, it is true that white American immigrants are valued more compared to other immigrants, but the degree of certainty with which a lot of white Americans are behaving as if leaving the country is an easy solution is pretty divorced from reality I think. Especially when you take into account what accessing hormone replacement therapy looks like in a majority of other countries. It's worse! In every country in Europe other than Spain, they don't have informed consent, and they have extremely long wait lists to get care if at all. It's often much harder to change one's documents or name, depending on the country.

I speak to a lot of European trans people and I know that in a majority of those countries, trans acceptance is a lot farther back than what you can find in most American cities. This country is obviously fucked in a great many ways, but if you really have an understanding on a systemic and historical level as to why that is, I don't think you'd be looking at Europe as an answer or a refuge. they are where we inherited all of those problems from! our country is fucked up and evil because it's filled with a bunch of white settlers!

I suppose Canada and Mexico are a little bit more promising in certain ways, if I was going to flee somewhere those would be the places I was considering, but it would still be pretty supremely fucked up for me to do so and leave behind so many of the trans people who don't have the luxury of doing so. It just isn't a solution. It's kind of a white liberal fantasy that has been popular ever since Bush came into office in the early 2000s.

I think it makes a lot more sense for a trans person in a red state to flee to a blue state and then to contemplate a cross-country move when a majority of these countries that they're considering are extremely hostile to immigrants, particularly ones with disabilities, reduced employment prospects, or any other vulnerabilities, which trans people typically have. American people tend to believe that our lives are so important that any place would take us, which is kinda disgusting in its own right, but it doesn't really work out well to hurl oneself into non-citizenship even when you have those massive advantages if you can't promise those countries the 'benefits' of american economic and cultural supremacy. which most of us can't.

[hypnzo]

Hello new here! So glad I get to request to you Percy jackson x reader if you mind please!

My idea is y/n getting attacked during capture the flag by the Ares kids and ends up getting stabbed in the shoulder causing them to scream bloody murder and also alarting Percy who seeing this loses control of his anger and rage and almost causes the whole camp to be flooded by his powers and rage!

Ofc if you feel comfortable doing this thank you for your time!

“I'd back off if I were you.”

Percy Jackson x Reader

Warning !! English is not my first language. There might be some mischaracterization.

It was capture the flag once again. For all the times you've spent in this camp—confidently, you could say you've gotten the hang of it.

However... There was one problem: The Ares Kids.

You weren't exactly sure what you have done to enrage them so much to target you every chance their eyes landed on you.

Perhaps it was that stinky eye you've given their head counselor, Clarisse La Rue, which was.. not so long ago.

In your defense, you weren't meaning to! Though she might've not been your cup of tea, you swore to them it was just.. an accident.

Did they believe you? Not even in the slightest...

As capture the flag was just about to start, you could already feel their eyes burning fire against your back.

Gods, they really won't stop...

Suddenly, you felt someone's arm wrap around your shoulder. Their presence was familiar against your figure.

You didn't need to look up at the person to know that it was Percy.

His hold and warmth was enough to melt away your worries.

Looking up, you saw him raise a brow and flashed you one of his stupid grin as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“What was that for?”

“Can I not kiss my partner?”

You only rolled your eyes in response, not bothering to argue with him for any longer.

“Good luck.” He says, before he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, tapping your shoulder before he goes back to his position.

“Thanks.” you felt your lips crook upward, your cheeks staining a subtle pink hue.

“Well, well,” you felt yourself flinch as the voice rang through your ears, “if it isn't the pathetic loser of camp.”

“...What do you want?” you furrowed your brows before glancing fully at them. You felt your hands twitch against your weapon.

Disdain filled their faces, though a few of them exchanged amused glances with each other.

“Oh please, quit the bravery act.” one of them rolled their eyes. “You're already embarrassing as you are.” they scoffed.

“Unless you want to embarrass yourself even more. Then by all means, go ahead. Let's see how you'll handle it.”

“I bet they'll trip before they could even land a hit.”

They all laughed—they don't even bother landing an attack as if they're trying to mock you for being too weak.

You lunge forward, holding your stance evenly as one of their swords clinked with yours.

Their aggression was evident, it was as if each strike of their weapon was spelling out their immense hatred towards you.

Without meaning to, you accidentally missed your step, causing them to take it into advantage to pierce their weapon to your shoulder, causing you to groan about the pain.

“I guess you'll just never learn, huh?” they all laughed, not even bothering to help you as they all turned into a blind eye to your bleeding shoulder.

Shockingly, half of the people in camp stumbled upon their balance. Was an earthquake forming?

It didn't take long for the Ares Kids to fall onto their feet, though the ground only continued to shake as if it was angered by something.

You were about to fall onto the ground when suddenly you felt someone tighten their hold onto your waist.

You looked up at the person—the raven locks of his hair was evident to know who it was: Percy.

His sea green eyes were evidently piercing towards the Ares Kids, though his hands were clasped gently onto your waist.

You felt shiver as if something was approaching. You hissed from the pain on your shoulder as you turned around.

Was that a tsunami?!

“Percy..!” You shook him, trying to calm him down.

He felt your hands panicking against him, causing his powers to falter out of focus. He immediately turned his attention towards you, showing his evident concern to your current situation.

“Sorry angel, are you alright?”

You heard the Ares Kids scoff, though they were only met by a glare from Percy, causing them to scowl away.

“I'm fine.”

“I don't know if you'd consider bleeding to be fine, but..”

“Okay, maybe not...”

He pressed a kiss onto your lips before he helped guide you back to the infirmary.

Note: I genuinely apologize if it took me so long to respond! I have been really busy...

Have a request? Feel free to send one in!

[lemotmo]

I'm so tired for all of you who get questions like this everyday. But this is a good response to a question this person probably didn't want the actual answer to if I'm being honest. You all have to be so tired.

Q. I just think it's odd that you, and lots of other people, seem to be so sure of what is happening when we don't really have any indication from Ryan, Oliver, Tim or anyone really that it's going that way at all. Eddie is planning to move to Texas. Moving away is the big change that Ryan is talking about for Eddie. And Ryan flat out said he's not going to encourage people to believe something that's not happening. I'm not making that up??

A. I have a question for you that I think I already know the answer to but I'm going to ask it anyway. Were you around while the show was on Fox? Because Tim and the others involved in the decision making, mainly Kristen, had zero problem telling everyone that both Buck and Eddie were just straight and that people should stick to fanfiction if they wanted to see them as anything else. Kristen said Buck and Taylor were endgame as often as she could. These are not people who have ever been afraid to tell us it's not happening. Tim would, as politely as possible, tell us in interview after interview that they knew the audience shipped them but there weren't any plans to go down that road. And now these people are doing everything they can to avoid giving a direct answer to those very same questions. Also Buck is bisexual now therefore not in fact straight. The shooting arc was originally supposed to end with Buddie canon before Fox axed that storyline. Fox said no and they followed orders. If this wasn't true Tim would have corrected that narrative by now. Too many people, some supposedly involved with the show, have made the claim repeatedly now. Tim has defunct plenty of things. He reads and sees all of it. He would have corrected that narrative if it was false. Moving to ABC completely changed the landscape. It gave him the freedom to tell the story his way. They went from a network that really wouldn't allow Oliver and Ryan to even talk about them, basically wouldn't allow Ryan to talk at all (I'm not exaggerating Fox gave us absolutely nothing), to a network that appears to have fully embraced the idea of them. We're not making that up.

Do we have definitive proof? No. We do have the show though. We have the very clear narrative that the show has been telling since 7x4. The show making a point of having Buck and and Eddie's storylines run concurrently with one another, in the same episodes even, was intentional and very much the point. Their storylines are connected. The show has not made that difficult to see. People on Twitter distorting the point of those episodes doesn't change the point of those episodes. People on Twitter allowing people to rage bait them into believing the most ridiculous nonsense doesn't make that nonsense true. We also have the PR campaign that ABC is running for the show, and it's entirely centered around Buddie. No one else on the show is getting the focus they're getting, and you can't argue that is false because where is the stuff for literally anyone else? Even if you remove the Family Feud episode because it involved other actors, that still leaves all season 7 episodes being promoted and teased using Buddie content, the Instagram posts, Oliver playing in the NBA celebrity all star game, all the interviews that Oliver and Ryan have had, the Ryan photoshoots, the pop culture jeopardy question (this was legitimately a very big deal), even the very intentional New Year's Instagram post. These are not things that happen by accident. Angela and Peter are technically the leads, normally they would be getting this attention. Jennifer is a bigger name, it would make sense for ABC to learn into that but they're not. Their focus is on Buddie. You cannot pretend that's not happening.

Yes Eddie planning to move to Texas is absolutely part of the 'big changes' Ryan was talking about. And I'm not going to break down that interview with you because it's readily available for everyone to read, but if you read that interview in its entirety, especially the stuff he said about Eddie, and all you came away with was 'Eddie's moving to Texas and Ryan said he's not going to encourage people to believe something that's not happening' then you didn't read the interview at all, or you're Intentionally misunderstanding, because that's not at all what he said. Interviews are meant to tease upcoming storylines. They're not meant to act as spoilers. This isn't revolutionary news. Why do people act like they've never seen or read an interview before every time a new one comes out? They cannot tell us where it's going. His Buddie answer was all over the place. He didn't answer the question at all. It was not a hard to just say 'I see them as life long best friends. I see them as always being a part of each other's lives, they will always be family and they absolutely love one another but I don't see it as romantic love'. That's literally all he had to say. That was the question he was asked. And he wouldn't be forbidden from saying that. There's a reason why he and Oliver and Tim all dance around the question. They can't tell us the answer yet. I'm tired of trying to talk people out of being miserable doomers. If you want to hate everything all the time regardless of what the context surrounding it is then that's your problem. I frankly don't have the emotional bandwidth or patience to play the mental gymnastics you people have to perform every single day to force a negative narrative onto absolutely everything related to them. How are you not exhausted by yourselves? So many of us have answered ask after ask, made post after post offering up example after example, CANON EXAMPLES, to back up what we're saying and every single time you all come back to re argue the very same things we just took the time to explain. You're clearly not interested in actually having anything explained to you. You're clearly not interested in acknowledging what the show is actually very clearly telling us. You very clearly don't want anything other than to be negative. So go be negative together and leave the rest of us alone. We cannot help you see and acknowledge what you're intentionally making yourselves miss.

Thanks Nonny! Much appreciated.

Pffff, so immensely tired of these kinds of questions. I've had my fair share of them and I did answer a few the last couple of days, but I can't do it anymore. I won't.

The FOX era was tough y'all. I need all of you to fully grasp this. We had these insane scenes that were so incredibly romantically coded, but that never lead to anything concrete. We lived from Buddie scene to Buddie scene and in some seasons those were few and far between.

They went from relationship to relationship, but they still had more chemistry between each other than they ever had with their love interests. It was fun shipping them. The fanfics and fanart were stunning and the loooong meta was amazing. But I never really truly believed they would ever happen. I hoped of course, but only 1% of me believed it could ever happen. By the end of season 6 I had lost all hope.

But then they moved to ABC and season 7 pulled out all the Buddie stops. Look at us now. Today I'm 100% a believer. We are close now. Stop trying to kill our buzz. We are happy. We deserve this. Leave us be.

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[sorin-sunchild]

Transphobes do very much want trans men dead though. This is still very much a thing they want. Trans men are in fact murdered by transphobes. See, your average queerphobe either wants us to never, ever, come out of the closet or to just be dead. We are not people to these bigots. We are problems which need to be gotten rid of, and very few have the imagination to think of 'fixing' us when killing us or otherwise preventing us from being is much easier. If they do extend their vision to 'fixing us' be it for gender or sexuality, it's very often violent and can/does still lead to death in many cases.

It's not about 'which kind of trans person they think is more dangerous' you get real for a second. Bigotry does not work like that. They're not tier-listing the different genders and targetting us one by one. We're all dangers to them. They don't like the fake rules they set up around sex/gender being broken. They will use any angle they've got to convince more people that whatever they do to oppress us is a good thing because we're all dangerous.

The detransitioning angle for example. It's insincere (insofar as they don't actually care about us and want to 'help' us even in a misguided way) and never represented correctly in these silly discourses. They don't want to specifically detransition trans men only due to viewing us as somehow more special, more pure, more worthy of being alive or something.

They'd happily detransition ALL trans people (why do you think trans women in prisons and other institutions are regularly denied HRT? this is an attempt to detransition them!) if they could. Misogyny just makes 'precious little girls mutilating themselves when they just need help' and/or 'misled Autistic (code for 'stupid' to them) girls being convinced because of Patriarchy that they have to be men' (really gets the radfems) the easiest and most effective angle to take against trans men/mascs and AFAB transneu and nonbinary people.

But you see all trans men reach a threshold in which we're not precious ickle girls any more, in which we too are just predatory wannabe women-men convincing other little girls to multilate themselves (by virture of openly existing) as well as trying to turn straight girls into lesbians but also trying to turn gay men into straight men. We reach that threshold when we get to a stage in our transition where they see us as lost causes (i.e. can no longer be controlled and convinced to detransition and haven't been murdered yet), just another kind of inherently predatory gender freak.

As for the drag ban which yes, did disproportionately effect trans women/femmes as well as cis drag queens, this was done for much the same reason. Many people believe that men are inherently sexual predators, and any behaviour that they can paint as 'deviant' or 'weird' is therefore easily seen to support this idea. Transphobes pick the angles that work but they hate us all equally.

Neither the young trans man nor the young trans woman being sent to conversion therapy is worse or better off than the other - it really doesn't matter the specific reasons and fears the transphobes who sent them there have.

We're all corrupted forms of our assigned gender to these people. If we can't be 'convinced' to 'stop all this nonsense' or 'corrected' into 'accepting the truth' then we are part of the problem, we're predators, we're cult members spreading dangerous 'gender ideology', each targetting a specific sex of child (because 'think of the children' logical falacy is so popular with transphobes) and we're all better off dead to them.

So yeah, I really don't know where anyone got the idea that transphobes don't want to and don't kill trans men. They don't treat different kinds of trans people that differently. They very much do murder trans men and a great many of us get written down as murdered women and buried as such which might be why you hear about it a lot less. It is very much happening though.

"Trans men aren't targeted by anti trans rhetoric and law."

Trumps executive order to ban gender affirming care mainly fearmongers about trans boys not being able to give birth or breast feed and calls transitional surgery "female genital mutilation".

When we say we are invisible, it's not that we are invisible to the people who hate us. It's that our struggles are invisible to the people who should be advocating for us.

[guywhowatches]

You felt a strange amount of excitement and worry as you were dragged into the house by your hook-up. You didn't know much about him, as you'd only met him that night, but you were excited nonetheless. At first you were worried about talking to him, as he was standing alone in the night club seemingly texting someone. However, you were so glad you did, as he seemed very glad to meet you and was willing to go back to your house to chat, and hopefully get something else out of it.

Once you got inside, you offered to go up to your room, and he thankfully agreed. As you walked up the stairs together, you couldn't help but admire him from behind. You truly felt as though you'd struck gold with him, as he was quite the bombshell, with a large ass that stuck out like a sore thumb. You just couldn't help but get excited. Once you got to the room, you opened the door and showed him inside.

"Make yourself at home." You said, trying to set a good impression on him. He looked back at you and smiled gleefully.

"Gladly" He said, sitting down on the bed. You followed up and sat down next to him. You put your hand on his leg, trying to make the first move on him. You were about to start attempting to pull down his pants when suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud-

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You jumped at the loud noise that vibrated around the room. You looked at your hook-up who had a slightly relaxed look on his face. You were about to question him, when suddenly the stink of rotten eggs entered your nose, causing you to cough. You took your hand of his pants and wafted the air around you.

"Ahh, just making myself at home, like you said. And it's like they say: Better out than in." He said, glancing over at you, with a smile, unaffected by the smell. You coughed again, a little confused by this reaction, but trying to overlook it.

"Uhh... it's fine, now where we?" You said, wanting to change the subject, as the smell was quite unpleasant. He smiled back and leaned over towards you, tilting his ass to the side, and you leaned in towards him with a smile, beginning to close your eyes.

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Your eyes shot open again, to see him straining with a smile. You lurched back a little, but it was too late. A stronger smell of eggs filled the room, causing you to gag.

"Oops, must've been the eggy salad I had for lunch." He stated with a chuckle, and almost no hint of shame. It was starting to become a problem now, as the stink was really beginning to kill the mood for you, yet you still felt tempted to press on.

"Uhh, yeah sure. Why don't you just try to hold it in, ok? Let's not spoil the moment." You then tried to slowly lean in to kiss him, but felt a hand suddenly pressing against your face. You opened your eyes to him holding you back, with a smirk.

"I've got a better idea, close your eyes and lie down on the bed." You felt your heart skip a beat, but you weren't going to miss on an opportunity like this, so you did as he asked. As you lay there, you suddenly felt a large weight on you, getting you more excited. However, there was a strange musky smell that accompanied it, that was too rank not to notice. Had he seriously farted again?

You opened your eyes to take a peek and were met with his giant ass just a few inches away from your face. His pants were pulled down, showing off his tight underwear.

"What are you doi-"

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You were cut off by a strong blast that you swore made the fabric of his pants vibrate. Taking the stink at point blast was no easy feat. You felt yourself gagging and tried to get up away from it. However, he had you completely pinned down, as he was seemingly rather heavy. All you could do was try to turn your head away and pray for the smell to disperse.

"Whew, that one was begging to come out, wouldn't you agree?" He said above you, chuckling ominously.

"What is wrong with you, why are you doing this?" You begged, hoping this was all just his idea of a sick joke.

"Well, you see, my boyfriend is always going on and on about how I fart too much and how bad it stinks." Wait, did he just say boyfr-

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Another booming fart blasted into my face (and nose), cutting off your train of thought.

"Even though, it's his fault for taking me to get eggy food so often, as I've told him before that it gives me the worst gas." He sure wasn't kidding about his gas being the worst. "But, I love him too much to put him through that, yet I just have so much fun letting it out onto such a comfy cushion like you. Now take a deep sniff of this next one." There was a playful yet threatening tone to his voice, that scared you. Before you could object, another large blast came from his rear.

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How did he have so much gas? At least you had a tiny bit of protection, between your face and his ass. Unfortunately, he then proceeded to grab the waistband of his pants, and pull them down, giving you a full uncensored view.

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With no protection between your face and his ass, you could feel your hair blow back a little. The foul stench was even worse.

"Phew, I think I'm definitely going to need to take a fat shit after I'm done." He said, almost gleefully. "I used to use my boyfriends bathroom, but he would get so annoyed that I kept clogging it, so it's easier for me to use the hook-ups one every time. Speaking of which, I hope you've got a plunger. After I'm done in there, it won't be a pretty sight, because I had a big lunch." He exclaimed laughing.

Hearing this somehow made you even more terrified. He wouldn't do that to you, would he? Also, other hook-ups? He's done this before? Strangely to you, hearing that felt like the most demeaning part of this whole experience.

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Well, perhaps make that the 2nd most.

"Well, I think I'm nearly done. I just want to thank you for being such a good fart sniffer. My boyfriend will be so pleased. Now then, let's finish this off, shall we?" You were so glad to hear it was almost over, as you wasn't sure your nose could take it anymore.

"Seeing as how you're too pinned down to pull my finger, I guess I'll do it myself. Are you ready?" No, you really weren't. But it didn't matter, as you saw him lift up his arm, and pull his own index.

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The onslaught of gas that followed was booming. It bounced off the walls, rattling your skull. Not to mention the hideous eggy smell that replaced every last molecule of clean oxygen in the room. It was too much and you felt yourself pass out.

As you lay there, unconscious, your 'hook-up' lifted himself off you and pulled his pants back up.

"Thanks for spending the evening with me, this was fun." He said with a smile, looking down at you. He then turned around and headed out the room, directly towards the bathroom to create presumably an even bigger stink than in here.

As disgusted as you were, one certain thought crossed your mind before fully passing out. You'd never be going back to that club.

[mamawasatesttube]

Number 22 for the ficlet warm up? Perhaps with some Young Justice?

22. "You'll feel better in the morning."

"What're you doing out of bed?"

Dammit. Busted. That's the problem with having a Kryptonian playing nursemaid—the guy can hear everything. Ugh.

Cassie puts on her best innocent look and turns from the door, blinking at Kon beguilingly. "I was just going to the bathroom, jeez." And if she's floating about an eighth of an inch off the floor to disguise how dizzy she is, nobody has to know. "Can't a girl go pee?"

Unfortunately, Kon doesn't buy it. He raises an eyebrow, folds his arms over his chest, and drawls, "Riiiiiight. And you needed your sneakers and lasso to go pee because...?"

Aw, rats, she was hoping he wouldn't look at her feet! "Um... emotional support?"

Kon snorts. "Uh-huh." He takes her elbow, and ugh, dammit, Cassie melts despite herself. Her skin is clammy and cold, and his hand is warm, and... man, he doesn't even need that jacket on his shoulders, does he?

She caves, letting Kon float her into the air, pull off her shoes, lay her lasso on the side table, and tuck her back into the nest of (warm, inviting) blankets on her bed. He pauses, pulling the blankets down to check the bandages on her side, and Cassie hisses at the invasion of cold air. "Hey!"

Kon lightly flicks her forehead. "You were just planning to sneak out the bathroom skylight. Don't 'hey' me about moving your blankets."

Seemingly satisfied that she hasn't torn any stitches, he tucks her back in, then settles on the edge of the bed and... oh, mm, that's nice. Okay. He's forgiven for catching her and bundling her back into bed. His fingers scrunch through her sweaty hair, stroking it back from her forehead and away from her neck.

"Seriously, rest up. Donna's got it handled. And Bart's on standby just in case she needs backup." He keeps stroking her hair. "We didn't pull you outta there just so you could run back in and get whammoed a second time, Cass."

Discomfort sits between her ribs, a dull ache that's somehow worse than the burning agony of the wound on her side. Cassie sighs. "...Just wanted to help."

Kon sighs, leans down, and kisses her forehead. Cassie opens her eyes in surprise, then gives him a tentative little smile, the best she can manage for the moment. She's so glad she still has him, even though it's not—it never really was romantic. They were just confused kids, clinging to each other in a storm.

"You did help. And now it's our turn to help you." Kon smiles back at her. He shifts on the mattress, swinging one leg up; the blinds close against the night sky, and the familiar feeling of his TTK squeezes her hand under the blankets. "Rob's making soup."

...What? Cassie wrinkles her nose. "I'm not sick," she says, bewildered. "It's just poison. Poisoned magic sword thing. The evil chick is literally named Doctor Poison."

Amusement flashes across Kon's face. "Yeah, well, you know that, I know that, and Rob knows that, but he's worried about you, and he doesn't know what else to do with himself. So. You're gonna get some chicken noodle soup pretty soon." Kon winks at her in the dimness. "My theory is that he has two modes for fussing over people. He either fixes the problem by building you a weird device, or by making soup. He doesn't know there's any other options out there."

Affection stirs in Cassie's chest even as she laughs, and then groans, because laughing kind of hurts right now. Her whole body is sore and feverish and painful, but it doesn't bother her too much, not when she's got her silly guys around.

Kon strokes his fingers through her hair again, and she sighs, closing her eyes. That does feel nice.

"Rest up, Cass. Let us keep watch for a bit." His thumb brushes her cheek. "You'll feel better in the morning."

Rest does sound tempting. A lot more tempting than jumping back into the chase and battle, if it's even still ongoing. It's probably over at this point. Or about to be. Donna's really good at what she does, and Cassie went down right at sunset. It's been a bit.

"Okay," she relents, and yawns. Her body aches, and even after cleaning and bandaging, the wound on her side burns. "Wake me up when it's soup time?"

"Of course," Kon promises, and Cassie lets herself drift.

[rei-ismyname]

X-Men #11 Review

To be honest, this one was underwhelming. There's always something worthy of commentary, it just feels like not much happens and it doesn't quite feel like a full issue - perhaps because it bucks the Marvel formula of the three Cs - conflict, choice, and conclusion.

Stuff certainly happens but nothing that couldn't be summed up in a few sentences at the start of next issue. The last three issues have all had high stakes, for better or worse, and without room to breathe tension burns out.

The Raid on Graymalkin is over but not much has changed, Agent Fucko and the O*N*E have stood down, and everyone is moving on. I didn't expect to see a discussion about recent events but I really want one. Serious shit has gone down very recently and all these people should have opinions on that. The X-Men are used to constant drama but still ... it feels like those events didn't matter and the characters feel thinner for it. It's said that the O*N*E visit was 'earlier' yet Beast is standing and relaxed despite being beaten badly. Maybe Xorn is that good a healer.

After a cold open on some kind of space bullshit crashing nearby, we cut to Beast and Jen Starkey running some tests on her mutation. They're on an awkward first name basis after she reminds him but they're getting along well enough. Hank theorises that she's a metamorph of some kind and tests that hypothesis. Flying seems like a risky place to start but I'm not a scientist. Fortunately he's right and she's not a reality warper or something - she grows wings and assumes avian features. Cool. We move on from them as the plot is happening to other people. Nice to see you both, say hi to Magneto for me.

Whatever crashed is making a beeline for Merle, and Scott feels the O*N*E visit has already disrupted the town enough for one day. If it wasn't coming for them he says it would be none of their business, which is understandable. The X-Men have so many red alert crises and threats coming for them that they couldn't operate as traditional superheroes even if they wanted to. I think that might be this book's identity - Cyclops and friends playing whack-a-mole with endless mutant problems. Although, in other books they're expanding the scope. They're fighting one of Cyttorak's kids right now in Amazing Spider-Man, they've agreed to be on call to the Avengers and have an alliance of sorts; though when all the heroes gather for One World Under DOOM the only mutant present is Storm. Maybe they're in space due to this issue, but the degree of connectivity feels inconsistent. That's often been a thing with X-books, except it's been explicitly set up in Avengers so I don't know what to think.

The banter is cute and the ad hoc points system adorable, but it's mood whiplash considering there's been no time skip since the last 3 intense issues. Maybe I'm nitpicking. I've certainly been known to. People who aren't able to decompress after high stress situations often turn to humour to cope. Something I find myself saying with this book a lot is 'I guess we'll see if it's followed up on.' Given the amount of dangling plot threads and character beats I can't help but feel that the book doesn't deserve that grace. I'll come back to that.

Moving on, Scott needs to be captured by alien bounty hunters and this is how it happens. The visitor from space is Scott's deadbeat dad, Corsair. He's here to warn him that he's got a huge battalion after him, but he really doesn't prioritise it. They greet warmly but Scott is suspicious of his motives, an attitude he had in Phoenix but one that's at odds with other recent history. Whatever - Corsair sucks and he deserves to get called out.

Haha! Krakoa callbacks have been pretty inconsistent, but this is definitely a fun one to dredge up. The Starjammers did abandon the New Mutants to Shi'Ar prison for petty reasons and Magik remembers. She interrupts Scott's interrogation and punches the old geezer in the face. Good for her. Space jail sucks and that's dry snitching.

It's interrupted by Beast detecting even more space bullshit with his instruments. A space whale carrying a whole bunch of aliens is rolling up. So that's what the situation is, thanks Corsair.

'For you. They're here for you.' Not hard.

Err, you didn't really say that, Corsair. Sure, you used that word, but there was no sense of urgency when you could have just said 'aliens are coming to get you, Scott Summers, very soon. It's an emergency.' Even after getting angry he talks about himself and deflects. Just fucking tell them what's happening dude. 'They' is vague and you basically wasted your time. He's not even finished blundering.

The X-Men leap into action with Scott assuming the bounty hunters are here for Corsair - a VERY reasonable assumption. That they're actually here for Scott is very strange. I think Scott taking the situation at face value would be correct 99% of the time - Corsair is a dodgy space pirate who's always being chased by bounty hunters whereas Scott is a Shi'Ar ally and on decent terms with the Kree-Skrull empire. As Corsair admits, he has a 2.5 million credit bounty on his head. No idea what the exchange rate is but it sounds like a lot. I wonder if they're still using Mysterium as a currency and store of value.

There's been some big changes in galactic politics recently in response to Jean and Phoenix cruising around. Gladiator freaked out about it and long story short the Galactic Council put Thanos in charge. They shouldn't be able to do that but mind control is probably involved. Hulkling, Wiccan, or Xandra have been strangely absent. Anyway, failing to get across that they're after Scott is such a blunder I have to wonder if it's not a betrayal. Corsair is an idiot, but that makes this an idiot plot. His and Scott's argument ends up being a pointless waste of time - just taking up page space.

Temper scorches the poor whale, lucky it's lobotomized. The X-Men come through a portal onto the whale ship and raise hell. It's always nice to see how effectively the team work together, though we've just had an event full of pointless violence. Scott thinks he's rescuing his dad but he's really charging into a trap. Corsair eventually convinces Quentin to let him into the telepathic group chat and HE STILL YAPS ABOUT IRRELEVANT INFORMATION. Fuck, just tell him they're here for him; Scott doesn't need to know about the economics of interstellar travel right now.

'I came to warn you, son. I'll do so after including as much extraneous information as possible.' Corsair manages to spit it out only after Scott has already realised something is up. The bounty hunters are wearing Ruby Quartz armor (which is pretty cool) and they've got Cyclops surrounded. Seems like Magik could get him out of there pretty easily, or Scott could blow a hole in the floor. Juggernaut, famously, can't be stopped - surely he can take out these chumps.

Only now do we get 'they're after you.' Three words that he could have said at any time, or even thought it at either of the two telepaths present. He even has a ship-to-speeder communicator that he could have used to get to the point. It's necessary to have characters make mistakes and have errors in communication. It's a reliable and relatable source of drama. Filling half the issue with Corsair dropping out of the sky and saying plenty of words that don't advance the plot or characters in a believable way feels like pointless filler. Corsair has had more dialogue than Glob, Xorn, and Ben Liu - all ongoing characters - and all of it served no purpose. You could remove him from this issue without affecting anything. As I said in the intro, stuff happens, but nothing that couldn't be summed up in a few sentences for the next issue.

Now that Corsair has said what he came to say he's wallpaper. Good. Idie and Quentin are looking to support their teammates when fucking Alpha Flight arrive to help (I think?) A Beaubier-less Alpha Flight is not particularly interesting to me, but I like most of them. They all got imprisoned by ORCHIS during Fall of X for supporting mutants. Definitely cool behaviour, and Puck is generally rad (not sure if he's here) but I there's one member who can go fuck himself.

James MacDonald Hudson is the worst. He's ostensibly a hero but he does a lot of reactionary bootlicking. He briefly joined ORCHIS out of fear of mutants but got cold feet when Australia was nearly destroyed. I'll rant about him another time, but woo - Alpha Flight are here to support the X-Men. Maybe the space bullshit will only take up one more issue. It ends there, so we'll find out next time.

Around issue #5 of this run I stated that I was starting to notice the narrative formula. Each issue will focus on a handful of characters while introducing some new crisis, the rest of the team will get a few panels at best, there'll be some action squeezed in somewhere and then it'll end on a cliffhanger. The cumulative effect is that the plot is glacially slow, the characters have one or two defining traits/issues, and most plot points dangle as crisis after crisis gets piled on.

Even the plot points that have been revisited haven't been resolved in any way, like Graymalkin or the ongoing O*N*E cold war. Here's a list of the dangling plot threads and character beats I could think of without rereading.

- 3K and the adult mutants

- Cassandra Nova

- R-LDS

- The Upstarts

- Graymalkin prison

- The O*N*E

- Scott's anxiety attack

- Piper Cobb

- Magik's chess game

- Idie's problems with authority and teamwork

- Magneto. Just Magneto. He's there but has little to say

- The Phoenix

- Beef with Rogue

- King Bedlam's price

Any one of these things would usually be a priority to deal with or at least discuss. I feel like it devalues their importance to just introduce a new problem almost every issue and it makes it harder to get invested in events as they unfold. This issue, for instance - I suspect it'll be resolved next issue and not spoken about again. Or, it will be a drawn out space adventure like the old days and all the Earthly problems will be put on the backburner. Either way it's a problem caused by frontloading all these crises and continually stacking them on top of one another.

There are moments of solid execution and meaningful character work, but when everything is a crisis nothing is. X-Men #11 looks pretty good, as usual, but it's entirely skippable. If you are a big Corsair fan and want 10 pages of him failing a simple task then this book is for you, but if not you can get everything you need from the intro blurb next issue.

[hexathe6]

aethersea: #lol yeah though #my dad hates the chinese government bc of all the atrocities (valid) #but I can't take it seriously when he's like 'and the chinese government is harvesting everyone's data from tiktok!' #like yeah ok they probably are #he says the government can just Tell a chinese company to hand over their data and they gotta and like. yeah ok sure I believe him #but the thing is #any american company that has my data may or may not be handing it over for free to the american government #but they're sure as shit selling it to anyone who'll buy #the highest bidder and every single bidder after that too bc you can just keep selling that data forever! #'foreign governments are spying on you' skill issue frankly I am not worth their time #I am just some rando #my own government is spying on me far more invasively #and google is spying on me so invasively it counts as porn in the matrix #and – the actual important point – foreign governments aren't going to do anything to me #the odds of that data being used against me by my own government are so much higher #so really truly from the bottom of my heart why the fuck should I care about the chinese government spying on me #that's not my problem that's the CIA's problem. let them stress about it #it is fundamentally not! my! problem!

mellueminate: #same rules as parents eh it's all abt control

the-isopodcalypse: #they're acting like china couldn't just buy my data if they wanted it lol

thoughtsformtheuniverse: #right? china has my information - big whoop. i'm out of their jurisdiction! #you know who has my information and can actually effect my quality of life? my government! any silicon valley dickhead! it's Infuriating

slimesaurian: don't forget! facial recognition software and location tracking and all sorts of military/police (see: military) tech that is used with our data to actively oppress us! it's not just the corporations that love our data, it's the enforcers of that wealth as well!

Infinitely funny whenever the media or government or some corporation tries to fearmonger to me about the Chinese government getting access to my private information.

Y'all have spent the last two decades drilling into me that I should have absolutely no expectation of privacy. No expectation of privacy from my own government, who are by far the entity most likely to use my information to really harm me. No expectation of privacy from advertisers who will do anything with that data, give it to anyone, if they think it will make them a few cents of profit. No expectation that anything I write, even in private documents that are never posted, won't be used to train machine learning models to let capital owners eliminate more workers and further consolidate their wealth and power. All that's just how it is and I have to accept it.

But apparently, unbeknownst to me, there is exactly one entity that does owe me an expectation of privacy, and it's not one that has any formal social or legal tie to me. Fascinating. I guess I have a lot to learn about privacy.

[chaifootsteps]

idk if you've heard of him but there's a youtuber called friendly space ninja who reviews TV shows.

anyway, he did a video on The Vampire Diaries and had a section about the racism problem the writers have. it was one of those things where if it had just been one thing it would have been 'OK not great, that could be fixed' but it was this never ending list of ways in which PoC on the show were treated as second class where I don't think anyone in their right mind could deny it when you lay it all out, start to finish

that's how I feel about how female characters are treated on Hazbin but especially on Helluva.

to give an idea of scale:

took nearly two seasons for Millie to get her own episode and it's about her having to babysit Blitzo and Moxxie and gives her hangups about her class out of nowhere

episode about Millie and Moxxie having the same ex shows his backstory only, with Millie's shunted into some hypothetic future episode even though the ex is now dead and no one has any reason to care any longer

episode about going to Millie's home is a Moxxie episode where the main drama is between Moxxie and Striker and Blitzo and Striker

Unhappy Campers tries to be a Millie episode and is still a Moxxie episode

Millie complaining that they, an assassin business, shouldn't skip out on an assassin job, is framed as pregnancy hormones

Millie gets a surprise pregnancy storyline because Viv doesn't know what else to do with her (she basically admitted that on a tweet thread where she also admitted prioritising Stolas, Moxxie and Blitzo instead of just, idk, rewriting the story to make a female character have more of a dynamic with the main male lead)

Loona has two focus episodes and basically stops being a character in her own right in season two

Loona's sad orphanage backstory is used in a flashback to benefit Blitzo's emotional breakthrough. the backstory hasn't come up again since

Loona and Millie's screentime has basically been handed to Stolas, who got all the song numbers, too

Loona is supposed to be friendless /awkward but has friends over for Sinsmas? would have been nice to see that development

Loona and Millie are two main characters but they barely have a consistent dynamic with each other and certainly don't feel like friends.

Verosika goes from interesting ex who might also have contributed to the breakup with her alcoholism (some ambiguity at least) to character who exists solely to be hung up on Blitzo, explain his intimacy problems and to cheerlead for Stolas (who she doesn't know and is nothing but rude and judgemental to her)

Fails the Mako Mori test and probably also the Bechdel Test, two seasons in

Via goes from sort of well fleshed out to just a prop to make Stolas cry. Like Blitzo, the valid reasons she could criticize him are played down as much as possible and she's framed as not getting what's really going on

Stella is in an arranged marriage but the show only portrays Stolas as the victim (even though he has more money and power than her and she was forced to physically deliver an egg she didn't want, basically making her a depiction of the nightmares of being a tradwife in a society that treats her like an incubator - this likely wasn't the writer's intent but it speaks to a basic lack of empathy for the backstory they've written for Stella)

Stella having parties and socialising is used as proof of how vapid she is even though she has little else to do since she's stuck being Stolas' wife (and there's nothing wrong with liking parties? this is the exact opposite of the Mane Six in MLP who model a lot of different pursuits and ways of being female without looking down on any of them)

Stella in general is a caricature of a shrew wife who makes Lisa from The Room look subtle

why is Stella so abusive? she was born evil; no further questions.

cheating is wrong only if you're female. if you're male your wife will be rewritten to be a 2D depiction of an abuser

also if you're male cheating is fine. it's so fine that Blitzo will refuse to kill two cheating men and claim it's not that big a deal because he's projecting he and Stolas onto them

male villains are fun performance pieces. female villains are Stella and Glitz&Glam

Speaking of Glitz and Glam, they're two dimensional bitches and it's treated like it's good when they get hurt and that they'll be Mammon's new victims

both Moxxie and Blitzo's mother go unnamed in the show despite dying horrifically. they don't get a single line despite both of their fathers being named and with speaking parts - they exist to be tragic saints before being stuffed into the fridge. Blitzo's mother in particular is a major source of his angst. Moxxie's father's bodyguard, meanwhile, was given his own name despite being a bit part who matters not at all on an emotional level (and is shipped with Crimson by the fandom who is happy to flesh out his character despite his also being abusive). the closest we have to a well written mother is Lin, Millie's mother, who appeared back in - hey, season one! what are the odds?

Stolas' mother also doesn't appear to be present on this plane of existence. Paimon meanwhile gets his own introduction and a big chunk of screen time

and even this list might not cover everything!

I ask anyone who can read this and still thinks the show is fine at writing women - how can you still believe that?

and for the 'it's only halfway done!!' crowd I'll simply point out this: in order to fix even half of the issues I've laid out the show would have to have a very heavy focus on its female characters during its back half.

and as of right now we have no reason to believe that will happen. Stolas has joined IMP so he'll only get more screentime - we'll just never be rid of him. Bland as bread Vassago will probably get more screentime alongside Andrealphus, not to mention the likelihood of forcing the audience to endure a Blitzo/Stolas/Vassago love triangle because the fandom likes the idea and I could see Viv going for it too. Stolas is probably going to be given a storyline that's nominally about him learning to have empathy for the poor but in reality is just more of him not changing, bitching and moaning like always while Blitzo waits on him hand and foot.

Via is very likely about to be villainized or at least made to look even more dumb and mean for daring to cut her father off, if that storyline even lasts longer than a few episodes before Viv and Stolas give up caring about it (he'd practically thrown in the towel already in the s2 finale).

what room is there amongst the rest of this mess of garbage for any focus to be given to female characters?

the one storyline outside of Via is Millie's surprise pregnancy, which is a storyline you pull out when you have nothing else for a female character to do and let's be real, is probably just gonna end up being about Moxxie again

Uh oh...you laid it all out in plain black and white, so it's even more apparent how miserably this show treats women! You know how much the fandom hates that!

[kedreeva]

HI!! It's the guy who asked about the medical mice stuff, I wanted to THABK YOU!! for your answers:) seriously informative and I appreciate it! I figured as much that culling is a massive part of it, instead of vet stuff, and I'm alright with that! I've familiarized myself with how important culling is, keeping the future mice as healthy and as unprone to diseases as I can is a big goal for me, I think. I currently own chinchillas and BOY I know how expensive vet treatment can get, I can only imagine how much more it'd be for tons of mice. And the hassle.

I had no idea disease testing was a thing though! That's interesting, but man that doesn't seem that.. worth it, with the points you mentioned. And sucks that most breeders will start over if most of their colony gets something Bad but I 100% understand that. I'll definitely be sure to research up more on everything to have on hand when I inevitably have to deal with mites, and I'll definitely make it a point to be very vigilant with health checks and quarantine:) and also 100% do a ton of research in getting good founders, thanking you a TON right now!! As I've mentioned before I really do want the best for these future guys

Sure no problem!

More under cut because culling discussion again

And honestly if you're starting with decent stock and being careful about quarantine for anything you add... You're really unlikely to have to cull much for health unless you get wildly unlucky. I've had these lines for a few years and the VAST majority of culls are population (males I don't need, pinks from larger litters, young females that don't get adopted before I need space again, older breeders that retire and don't get adopted etc), failure to thrive (ie, scrawny babies that just don't make it if left alive), and feeder quality mice (temperament issues). The biggest health problem I'm dealing with is when mice that have siamese/splash blood get a tumor/cyst or two as they get old. Old age masses are one of the hardest things to get rid of because you don't see them until the mouse is nearly done breeding. Outside of masses, I've had mites once (twice if you go back 25 years to college), pinworm once, and coccidia twice (once in the whole colony, once in quarantine but I still treated the whole colony just in case), one malocclusion, two head tilts (one of which was a circler), two URIs, a couple of cloudy/ulcerated eyes (can happen when they scratch themselves), and a couple penile prolapses way back at the start of the siamese line. I've had one line collapse (the tricolor line) due to bad founding animals. And that's across over two decades of breeding! And I can count them because I remember each case because it's unusual to have lots of health problems with mice, if you've been careful with initial stock, selection, and biosecurity.

What I'm trying to say is, don't be too anxious about it. While it will come up, and you'll have to deal with it harshly when it does, it's also not likely that you'll be up to your ears in health issues on a daily basis or anything.

Good luck with them and feel free to ask if you have other questions!

[acourtofthought]

Wait I think you’re taking my previous “ask” incorrectly. I am not saying that Azriel shouldn’t be blamed or that Elain should accept Lucien immediately. I am in fact advocating that BOTH she and Lucien take the time they need to accept the bond. All I’m saying is that Elain stans keep doing this thing where they make it seem like Elain should not be blamed at all or that she should never be blamed as much as other people.. repeatedly. It really is infantilizing her because she is an adult and she knows full well that her relationship with Azriel will not be the "smoothest" because she does have a mate. So I don’t know why Azriel seems like he’s the only one responsible. I'm only saying they are BOTH consenting adults in that situation.

I don’t even like Azriel (I think he's a creep at times) and Elain’s okay so I have no problem seeing it from both sides. Azriel’s an ass in that BC period. But Elain shouldn’t be treated like she has no say in the situation, as if it’s all Azriel’s fault. Yes he's way older and should know way better, but she participated in it knowing full well that no matter what happened between her-Azriel-Lucien it would be hard. I think at times Eluciens are too similar to Elriels. One side makes it seem like Lucien will force the mate bond or sth and the other makes it seem like Azriel forced Elain to like him. Elain is an adult. An adult. Elain stans from both Elucien and Elriel truly act the same when it comes to her.

Idk if you will post the answer to this or not, but it's just food for thought I guess. I like Elucien and I think they’re endgame, but my god, both Elucien and Elriel stans annoy me when it comes to Elain. I will not be shocked if Eluciens start acting like Elriels soon, getting angry every time Elain isn’t shipped with Lucien.

Again, I completely disagree with everything you've said. Yes, there is a portion of the fandom that babies Elain but Elucien's are typically not on that side of it. From what I've found, some Gwynriels and some Elucien's take it to the opposite extreme of E/riels. Where Nesta is allowed to be as bitchy as she wants because of trauma, that she's really got a good heart despite it yet the second Elain finally snaps back, "she's not that nice". Where Elain is "manipulating others to do her bidding" though the text literally tells us she's tired of them treating her like a child and telling her what she can and can't do. What exactly should we be blaming Elain for? The cabin? Don't you think at some point it's ok to move beyond that since it's been how many years? Since she already gave a really heartfelt apology to Feyre and owned up for not doing enough back then? Since she now goes out of her way to cook for Feyre's household? To care for the gardens at Feyre's home? We know that will not be Elain's home in the future therefore everything she's doing is going to benefit Rhys and Feyre only. Should we blame Elain for Az telling her they were a mistake? I'm not quite sure what you think she did wrong there. "She knew their relationship wouldn't be the smoothest". I can't believe you're even saying such bullshit. When has any SJM situationship ever been the smoothest? Feyre agreed to marry Tamlin when she knew she wanted Rhys UTM, should she apologize to Tamlin for accepting his proposal? Though I'm guessing you probably think we should blame Elain for not doing more for Nesta though you might have missed the part where Nesta literally said she had her life and they had their's which means she didn't count Elain as part of her life. Where Nesta literally ran the other way when Elain wanted to approach her in the market. Where Nesta told Elain she was boring and accused her of being the reason their father was dead. You know why Nesta was able to be there for Elain over the years? Because Elain never hurled out insults to Nesta and didn't actively push her away. But sure, let's blame Elain for choosing not to be a punching bag. That is not infantilizing, that is showing respect for a girl who is learning to stand up for herself.

E/riel and Elucien stans might annoy you but boy have you ever annoyed me.

[decimakitty]

I've also known some cis allies who swing "oh ok cool *rolls with it*" supportiveness (though this is also the kind of support I want, I don't want to explain to my mom for the fifth time how gender works, even if she's Trying To Understand. whereas my dad went "ok cool", switched pronouns + names immediately, main other changes were he started wearing a pride tie to work and asked me for recs for scifi fantasy works with trans major characters that i like. my chill grandfather did similarly. I also have a cishet ally nursing classmate who helped me get testosterone prescription issues straightened out (she worked at my pharmacy lol), was just. immensely chill. even when she didn't Get It. like she just embraced "yeah I don't get it but I also don't get why you're putting pineapple on that pizza" and ran with it), maybe there's some subconscious transphobia but they've zero made it my problem

with the shopping thing, I've maybe *once* seen a case where someone was just really genuinely into fashion as a hobby/ special interest so was like "oh! do you want to participate in this hobby? we could do so much fashion!" but like she also did that at trans guys, plus cis people who needed new wardrobes for whatever reason, and tbh anyone who mentioned clothing shopping in her presence. equal opportunity. (She was also actually good at adapting to people's wants/ needs, didn't just run roughshod). and I think *most* people think they're doing the "I'll include you in fashion hobby (so you'll feel like one of the girls)" thing, but they don't actually truly have a fashion hobby and are being extremely condescending plus like. pushy. like offering once is usually fine but don't *insist*. also people aren't dress up dolls, cut it out with trying to get them to conform to *your* specific aesthetics

Trans woman who has been living as a woman for 10+ years: "I hate misogyny."

Cis girl: "Yeah honey get used to it :) welcome to being a woman :)"

[writingisart-yes]

Game #5: Lucifer’s Easy, Alastor’s Impossible

Shitty week=Angst

If I have to suffer through shit, then my protagonist can suffer through worse shit to make me feel simultaneously better and worse. The beginning is pretty chill though.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 3.5 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

I hate Alastor. All because of that stupid trust fall shit, I can't even prank him properly anymore. Every time I try to think of something I go back to that moment and I can't even prank him anymore. Ugh! Why is it affecting me so much in the first place? He's just some stupid, random ass man. Stupid, random man with an attractive ass-

I don't want to think of him anymore!

On other news, Lucifer Morningstar is visiting the hotel. I don’t know how it happened, but we ended up in a sort of rizz war back when I first met him.

I remember initiating it because I found him hot. Then I found out he had a wife. Sure, their relationship had been on pause for seven years, but still. Any sexual feelings I had? Buried six feet under. The rizz war, however, persisted as a platonic way to be mess with each other. We had obvious boundaries and we held them.

When I heard Charlie’s father was coming over, I was ecstatic. I needed a win, and winning against Alastor was hard, but Lucifer. Lucifer was easy. He was a fucking cinnamonroll. He was little awkwardness, a lot of kindness, and just a sprinkle of apprehension. In other words, easy prey.

I helped Charlie and the other residents clean and decorate the hotel with a vigor that was usually unseen from me in Hotel activities. I was having an adrenaline rush just thinking about the ways I could fluster him.

“Wow! You’re really efficient when you wanna be.” Charlie exclaimed as she processed the now clean foyer that was a mess 20 minutes ago. I smiled at her, but before I could answer, Charlie was already rushing to the door.

Yes! It’s time to torment the devil himself.

“Chaaaarlie!” Lucifer exclaimed enveloping the poor girl into a bone crushing hug. I noticed Alastor standing right behind them, his left eye twitching. Not in amusement—no, his usual grin was just a little too tight, his posture stiff, like he was biting back a comment. Huh. Weird.

Whatever. Alastor’s weird mood isn’t my problem today.

Once Charlie escapes the hug, she throws her arms out and declares, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” with such flair, I half-wonder if she’s been taking lessons from Alastor.

Lucifer greets the pets first, Keke, Razzle, and Dazzle, but when he sets his eyes on the bar, I decide it’s time I get his attention. “OH! What in the unholy hell is that?!” Lucifer recoils in disgust. Is everyone in Hell this much of a Drama Queen?

“Tsk, tsk, Lucifer. I expected more from the King of Hell. Afraid of a little… ambiance?” I stepped in front of him, tilting my head with a grin. “I mean, I get it—the skulls, the antlers, the soul velvet? Very intimidating.” I nodded as if convincing myself. “But don’t worry, babe.” I slung an arm around his shoulders. “I’ll protect you.” I flashed a toothy grin, one that practically screamed I’ll eat you for dinner.

I guess I’m a drama queen too. Maybe I should stop hanging out with Alastor so much.

Y-Y/n,” Lucifer stammered, but there was a flicker of something else beneath his flustered expression—something amused, intrigued even. His gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary before he shook his head, like snapping himself out of it.

Regaining some composure once he realized it was me Lucifer hit back. “I didn’t know you were this desperate for my attention,” he mused, a smirk tugging at his lips. “This is cute. I feel like an older sibling indulging their little sister’s antics.”

Before I could fire back, Charlie cut in, voice edged with unease. “Do you guys know each other?” Charlie asked, her voice edged with unease. She looked between us like she was connecting dots that didn’t exist.

The thought alone sent me hurling down a cliff of laughter. I had to grip the bar counter just to stay upright. “Charlie—Gods, no—” I wheezed. “Your reactions are gold!”

Lucifer was obviously flustered as he quickly shut her assumption down. “No! No! Nothing like that!” He was waving his arms frantically. “If I entertained this kind of thing, Lilith would have me sleeping on a bed of nails.”

Then, Alastor suddenly stepped forward, his presence swallowing the space between me and Lucifer before I could get another word in. His grin was still wide, still sharp, but his eyes? They weren’t on Lucifer anymore. They were on me.

I found my breath hitching. I want to take him to bed so bad. Is my rut season getting closer or something? I feel like a horny teenager.

“Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?” Alastor asked, radio static mingling with his words. His voice felt sharper than usual.

”And you are?” Lucifer asked dryly.

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure!” Alastor shakes Lucifers hand and wipes his own on his tailored suit. How do I know it’s tailored? Oh yeah, I’ve been fucking him with my eyes since the trust exercise. “It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.”

The audacity. Even I don’t comment on Lucifer’s height. I just use it to my advantage when rizzing him up.

“Who is this? Who is this now? Are you the bellhop?” Lucifer laughed.

“Haha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.”

“Hmm. Nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel! Hahaha.”

“Ha ha ha! It was actually my idea.”

“Ha ha ha! Well, it's not very clever!”

“Ha ha! Fuck you.”

Oh shit. By now they were so close I thought they were going to kiss. And Alastor cussing? Well damn. Not even I get that. I applaud you Lucifer.

Charlie stepped in, although I might have preferred to watch them fight and fuck. ”Okay, anyway. Dad, look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings! Without Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much.”

I tuned the rest of it out and headed to Angel. “I can’t believe Alastor cussed.” I whispered.

“It was a surprise, but I think he did it for you, don’t ya?” Angel wiggled his brows.

I shot him a look. “Me? The hell is that supposed to mean?”

Angel grinned. “Oh, sweetheart. You really don’t see it?” He glanced over at Alastor, who had positioned himself at the bar, back turned, radio static barely humming. “He was steamin’ when you flirted with Lucifer.”

I thought Alastor snapped his neck with how fast he turned to send Angel a glare. Huh. Well that’s interesting.

I snorted and lowered my voice. “Alastor? Please. He doesn’t care about that stuff.”

Angel just gave me a knowing look. “Mmm. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

I scoffed. “Well even if he does I don’t feel that way about him. I just think about him far more than I would like.” Angel raised a brow. “Shut up.” I grumbled. “Maybe I want to fuck him, but that’s where it ends.”

“Well if you fuck him, then I don’t think you’re going to be able to fuck anyone else again.” He snorts. It was true. The sentence made my heart beat.

It didn’t feel wonderous like when I was risking my life or health. It wasn’t the good type of adrenaline. It was more like that feeling when you know you’re going to lose something. I don’t think I could stay away from Alastor. Maybe for now, but never forever.

I found myself spiraling. I kept thinking about it. Glaring at the floor. If Alastor truly wants me, would I ever have a chance at escaping? I know I could never settle down. Love doesn’t exist. It gets boring after having sex a couple of times.

Maybe Angel’s reading it wrong. I’m giving myself too much credit. I am hardly a drug. There are so many other women that would satisfy him better anyways. Wait. What the fuck? When did this turn into satisfying him? I don’t want to satisfy him!

Suddenly the chandelier falls, scaring the fuck out of me and dragging my dumbass out of my thoughts. I jumped like 10 feet in the air. What. The. FUCK.

“Do you know how not to show off?!” I yelled at Lucifer. A bit pissed he ruined my ruminations.

He ignored me and the motherfucker started a fucking musical battle with Alastor. Whatever.

How the hell could I be falling in love? There’s no way after, what? 28 years of being aromantic would lead to me just abandoning principals in a few months of knowing some random ass man.

I stormed upstairs, but it didn’t help. My thoughts ran too fast. Too loud. He’s like my father. No, that’s ridiculous. Alastor’s just… Manipulative. Controlling. No—he’s different. He doesn’t— Possessive. I reached my room, but my hands were shaking as I slammed the door behind me. I pressed my back against it, breath shuddering. I knew this feeling. I knew it too well. I squeezed my eyes shut, fists clenching. Stop thinking about him. Stop thinking about him. Stop thinking about him

At this point, I had no idea who I was thinking about. In the moment my dad and Alastor just seemed to blur. I couldn’t make out their distinct figures or characteristics they were one and the same.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy. Tears brimmed my eyes. I fucking hate him. I hate me. Why do I hate me? For loving him.

I curled up in bed and begged my mind to just shut up. It’s Hell for a reason. I must deserve all this shit if I’m stranded down here. I wish I could die a second time and go to that abyss sinners killed by angelic steel go to.

I’m overreacting, Dad’s not here and Alastor is- I paused. Alastor’s what? Not interested? Yeah right. Those looks weren’t nothing. I know he doesn’t actually love me, but he does have some sort of interest. The Hell am I supposed to do about that?

I buried my face in my pillow, and let my breathing calm as the cloth soaked up my tears. I can’t breathe, but I don’t want to bring my face up. It feels like a crime to leave my face venurable to the air.

Eventually, my thoughts ran out of fuel. My body felt too heavy to move. I just lay there, staring at nothing. The ceiling blurred, my breath coming in slow, shaky pulls. I should get up. I didn’t. Not until the silence became unbearable

And then, I walked. Walked out into the creepy dark hallways with numbness enveloping me. My mind had shut up, ran out of fuel. All I had left was silence.

I’m walking and walking and walking. Sounds envelop me.

“They don't need to know, and don't you worry your fuzzy head about it.”

Ugh Alastor. I rolled my eyes to myself, but I stayed still. I wanted to listen to something, anything. The silence I held was unbearable.

“You may own my soul, but I ain't your fucking pet!” Husk exclaimed after Alastor pet his head.

“But you are! Haha!”

“Big talk for someone who's also on a leash.” Husk whispers, but I hear it. I hear it and I freeze. Fuck. That’s- I don’t know what do to with that kind of information.

The words stuck, like a splinter lodged too deep to pull out. The neon green chain around Husk’s neck felt brighter, almost glowing in the dim hallway. I knew what it meant, but my brain refused to process it. I swallowed hard. I needed to move—say something, do something—but I just… stood there.My ears were ringing. I didn’t hear anything else that was said. All I saw was Alastor’s neon green chain around Husk’s neck.

Alastor turns around to meet my frozen stare. He comes closer, but I refuse to move my eyes from the spot I had trained them on. His stupid tailored suit comes into view.

“Well looks like someone’s been crying!” Alastor exclaimed jovially. “Upset the King didn’t pay you any heed?” There was a bitter tone to his voice as he said the words.

I shivered. “I hate you.” It was a little above a whisper. He knew I heard everything. It only proved to me the similarities between him and my father. They pretended it was normal. That it was okay. Nothing changed.

I stepped to the side, clearing my view and walked. Slowly, but I walked. Numb, but I walked. Walk. Walk. Walk. You just have to walk, then one day you’ll reach somewhere.

[lunatic-pudge]

If you can could you do postal dude with a breeding/impregnation kink I know he probably doesn't have that kink but I'm just curious what would he be like if he did

Dude With A Breeding Kink (Requested by Anon)

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Anon, you genius! I love Dude with a breeding kink, even though it's probably not true. You're amazing and my best friend now. This is nonnegotiable, I have already tatted your name with a heart around it on my arm (sorry I'm being weird).

Also left my boyfriend cause he made a joke about breaking up on my birthday, and I wasn't having it. I feel slightly bad cause he got me stuff for my birthday, but he really did piss me off with that little "joke" of his.

But I could've just overreacted cause my emotions like to rapidly change at any given moment. I definitely have something going on mentally that could explain all my problems. But enough rambling, time to talk about Dude, my beloved psychopath. <3

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-Clawing at the ground and foaming at the mouth with this request. I agree that Dude wouldn't have this kink, but a man can dream

-Dude strikes me as the type to not like wearing condoms. Just look at him. He so likes fucking raw

-Has no shame when it comes to what he's into. It's an added bonus when you also have a breeding kink. That would make Dude short circuit cause then he'll wanna do it even more than usual

-Loves cumming in his partners. It feels so intimate to him than wearing a condom or cumming outside of them. He just wants to enjoy the warmth of his partner

-But don't think he's done once he cums. He's gonna keep going til it hurts too much. Cumming again and again til he's overfilled you

-Dude would be so vile with his dirty talk. Talking about how he's gonna get you pregnant and shit. It hits all the right places cause that man has a voice made by the Gods. I just really love his voice, okay?

-He's all talk during sex but the second you become pregnant, man is flabbergasted. How could this have happened even though he was talking about how he's gonna fill you up and make you bare his kids just last night? Smh, dear reader, smh.

-But don't think that's gonna stop him, it's just gonna inflate his already unnecessarily huge ego and make jokes about drinking your milk when you start lactating (Dude with a lactation kink? It more probable than you think)