#Into something that protects trans kids

[football-in-tuxedos]

I wish they’d just say what they mean.

When the bigots and the monsters come to hunt us, they never say what they mean. They say gender exploratory therapy when they mean gender conversion therapy (which itself is already code for torturing a trans person until they pretend they’re not trans). They say they’re worried about children when they want to deny them healthcare. They say they want to stop groomers when they just want to force queer people back into the closet.

None of this is new or unique to us. They always say words that don’t mean what they say; Racism becomes states rights or protecting American workers. Anti-Semitism gets dressed up as anti-capitalist rhetoric. Puritanical censorship gets hidden behind talk of consent and it all becomes an endless ocean of code words and dog whistles.

I know why they do it. The tiniest cover becomes all the cover they need. Saying you want to murder and torture queer people is perhaps a bridge too far, but for people who don’t want to hear what they’re saying, they just need to pretend that everyone is just saying what they mean. Just close your eyes to the horrors those code words are calling for. Just whisper “But how can it be hate when the code words are so neutral?”

None of this changes the reality of what the words are calling for. None of this saves trans kids, none of this stops the hate crimes, none of this silences the bigots. And none of it matters to the victims. When you’re dying in the gutter, what does it matter what code word they used to call for your death? 

It just gives the people who don’t want to stop it but also don’t want to call for it. Just gives them another thing to demand we explain to them gently, calmly and carefully while we lay bleeding in the street. And then we do, knowing in our hearts that they won’t understand because they don’t want to.

And I hate it. I hate the code words, the euphemisms, the hatred said with a smile and a question mark. I am rapidly reaching the point where I straight prefer the people who tell me they hate me to my face. At least we all know where we stand. I hate the people who bat their eyes and ask “Well how can you blame me for this hate crime?” just because they spouted hatred for years on end. They scream “Who will rid me of these troublesome trannies?” and then act shocked when people try to get rid of us.

I just wonder what they’ll call it when they come for me.

[elder-millennial-of-zion]

When someone has been posting anti-voting, both-sides-are-the-same propaganda for months, and then posts about the Texas Supreme Court banning gender affirming care for trans kids.

[sp0o0kylights]

ooo and 5 please! who's saying fuck no about what??

This waaaas a werewolf oneshot I was playing with, separate from Hungry. It features a transmasc Gareth, protective Eddie and Steve, and a personal favorite, Secret Berserker Jonathan Byers.

This was another oneshot that is made entirely of various scenes, so I wrote a quick introduction here to it. It wouldn't make a lick of sense otherwise lol.

(Similar to Hungry, we're playing with dominant/submissive werewolves. Think Patricia Briggs and Ilona Andrews & how they run their werewolf stories based on super outdated but very fun concepts of real wolf packs lol. I have my own little modern twist on them, but there's a difference between a social work/school friend group "pack" and a Wolf Pack TM. )

Snippet

Hellfire won't be out for another few minutes, but neither Steve or Jonathan talk much as they wait. 

It's a peaceful kind of silence they share, particularly between two people who aren't friends, but ended up as family anyway. 

Which is why both startle hard when the doors to the school slam open. 

One of Munson's wolves storms out, looking over his shoulder instead of ahead. "What part of fuck no don't you get!?" 

"Come on." Wheedles another voice, and Steve and Jonathan both watch as a sandy haired boy in a letterman jacket pursues the first.

Slowly, casually, and with the air of a predator.  

"Don't fight it so hard, baby!" The harassing party coos, in a smug mimic of Danny Zuko. 

"Do not call me that." Munson's wolf--Steve can't recall his name but he thinks it starts with a G-- whirls around.

The guy seems to be made of both fury and anxiety, backing away even as he spits and snarls--though his actual emotions are hard to get a read on given he's drenched himself in scent-neutralizing cologne.

(Steve almost sneezes when he scents it, but manages to keep himself together.)

The Hellfire kid's putting up a fight, but its clear from the way he holds himself that he’s a more submissive wolf--and a bad match to the dominate one chasing him. 

Jonathan tosses a glance at Steve. 

"I'll call you whatever I like." His pursuer tells him, a smile unfurling on his face. "Especially after I make you my bitch." 

Steve shoves off the car the same time Jonathan does, but he ends up being the first to the scene, surging forward to step in-between the two.

Hardened battle buddy he is, Jonathan takes this as his cue to fall in behind him, sticking near Munson's wolf. 

"Andy." Steve identifies, voice cold. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" 

"Harrington?" Andy replies, thrown off his target and showing it. "What are you doing here?"

"Putting you in your place, apparently."

Andy's head snaps back, eyes narrowing in mounting rage.

"Excuse me?" 

Steve cocks his hip, hands on his hips.

"Not until you swear off hunting down submissive wolves, you fucking walnut." 

"That isn't what this is, Harrington. Mind your business." 

He makes to go around Steve, and finds the older wolf won't let him. 

"I told you to back off." And the voice Steve speaks with then, is different. 

Weighted.

Steve's wolf is the dominant party here, and he's making Andy feel it. 

Andy growls at him, an inhuman sound, eyes darting from Steve, to Jonathan and back.

He's outgunned and he knows it.

Tension grips them all as Andy meets Steve's eyes in challenge, before clearly thinking better of it.

He drops his head, stepping back.

"Fine. But I'm not giving up, Grace. We're doing this, sooner or later." 

"My name is Gareth." Munson’s wolf snaps, and Steve knows Jonathan will hold him back if he tries to escalate things, 

Submissive has never meant unable to fight, after all. 

Steve keeps an eye on Andy as he retreats another step, and it's all too clear he wants a parting shot.

"Now we both know that's not true." He says, and Gareth hisses like a kettle, fury emitting off him in choked waves. 

Steve clears his throat in warning--he's done playing here, and no matter how much he hates fighting, his wolf has no such qualms.

Andy's eyes dart to him once more, before he whirls around on a heel and storms back through the school doors.

Right in time to plow through the rest of Hellfire.

"Get out of my way, freaks." Andy spits, shoving his way through. 

Will yelps in surprise, caught off guard and off balance, falling back into the lockers with a crash.

His head smashes against metal and he slumps for a moment, stunned.

Mike and Dustin both turn to shout at Andy, Lucas slotting himself to Will's side and trying to get a look at his head.

Behind Steve, Jonathan's eyes go dark.

Munson and Gareth both choke as power floods the parking lot, bloodlust pouring off the elder Byers in waves.

He knifes forward, past Steve, hands blurring in a slurry of shifting muscles and bone until his fingers elongate into sharp, wicked claws. 

It's a controlled change, a feat very few can accomplish--and a deadly one, given Jonathan's reacting out of instinct than anything else.

"Jon." Steve calls, power ringing out from his voice.

(Can see, from the corner of his eye how even Munson, the second most dominant wolf present, flinches from it in surprise.

Steve isn't. He might be a trash fighter, too worried about preventing injuries to inflict them, but his wolf doesn't share the same sentiments.

It's not a disconnect. Rather, it's an agreement he has, with his wolf half, and it serves them very well.)

Jonathan freezes, and it's immediately clear by how tense his muscles are that he's not doing it on his own.

That Steve's using his position in the Pack to hold him, magic and Pack bonds pulsing between the two.

"Steve." Jonathan warns, all too calmly. 

Steve's wolf doesn't rise to the challenge. Doesn't consider it a challenge, even if most wolves would. 

Amber pours into Steve's pupils, the mark of the two halves of a werewolf blending themselves together.

Just as Jonathan did.  

"Check on the kids." Steve and his wolf say together.

 Jonathan's face twist in a snarl as his body shudders under the command.

"Fine." He says after a beat, and Steve's Pack magic releases its hold.

Jonathan's hands twist again, bloodlust fading from his scent, frantic energy draining from the air like a hole punched into an inflatable pool. 

"I'm fine." Will calls out to him, and Steve eases himself back into his own natural state, the threat of Jonathan murdering Andy neutralized. 

He turns to check back in on Gareth, and finds the younger wolf has pressed his face hard into Munson's shoulder. 

"He okay?" Steve asks.

It's redundant because of course Gareth’s not okay--but that's not the question he's really asking.

What he's asking, is if Eddie has Gareth.

Steve has never quite been sure of Munson’s pack status--he knows some clubs and friendships are closer than others, and many can act similar to how Steve’s own capital P Pack does. 

Knows through the kids that Munson runs his group more similar to a proper pack than your normal little high school friend group.

That does not mean Gareth will get the care he needs right now, hunted down like he had been.

"Yeah." Eddie says, understanding relayed in a nod. He turns his gaze to the right of Steve's face, the polite thing to do when two dominant wolves to interact. "Harrington, we need to talk." 

It's in a tone that'd normally have Steve's hackles up, but given what's happened, Steve soothes down his wolf.

Follows when Eddie gently pulls away from Gareth, handing him over to a teen Steve is pretty sure is named Jeff before edging Steve away from the crowd. 

"Can you tell me what Andy said to him?" Munson asks, and his tone is odd.

Off slightly, like he's trying hard to be extra careful. 

Steve chooses not to read into it. 

"He called him names. Bitch and baby. Said Gareth shouldn't fight him so hard." 

Eddie stares at him then, eyes burning into Steve's own, and Steve's wolf itches under his skin at the audacity of it. 

"Anything else?" Eddie demands. 

"He said he wasn't hunting, that it wasn't what it was." 

Munson frowns. "No, did he call Gareth anything else?" 

Steve's dropped the polite urge to keep his eyes averted, now staring dead into Munson's eyes, unable to ignore the direct challenge offered in it.

"He called him Grace, but I figured that was just another insult."

Steve’s voice is clipped. He’s not eager for a fight, particularly not against the guy the kids won’t shut up about, but his wolf is already closer to the surface than it usually is.

Munson stares at him for a moment longer.

"Think you and Johnny boy over there can keep that last bit to yourselves?" 

It's too much like a command, a threat of force in Eddie's voice that's backed by hints of his own wolf shoving forward.

The Steve of old would have been downright violent when faced with that. 

The Steve of now, the one who'd gone three rounds with the Upside Down; who sat drugged out of his mind in a bathroom while Robin confessed to liking Tammy Thompson and then looked at him like he might kill her for it, keeps himself in place as he looks Munson over. 

He’s not imaging it, there is a challenge there--but Steve pauses to think about what he’s being challenged over before he responds. 

How Munson isn't so much focused on Andy, as he is on the name he'd called Gareth.

His eyes flick over to find the younger wolf staring right at them. 

The guy’s arms are wrapped tightly around the middle, a poorly hidden tremble rolling through his body.

Steve hadn't taken Andy's words at face value but Eddie’s request reframed things in his head, and he’s silent as he works out why, exactly Gareth's name matters so much. 

No wonder the kid had drowned himself in that awful, scent neutralizing cologne. 

"Yeah. I'll make that happen." Steve agrees, his words heavy with promise. 

"Thanks." Eddie inclines his head. 

[madinnight-artblog]

Does Spider Woman is trans? More likely than you think!

[sunnibits]

guys please appreciate my freshly decorated grad cap for tomorrow

also this sign I made for myself :)

[theissuewithred]

in my trans grief hours *autism yippee*

[beesorcery]

google how do i tell my dad that the reason i keep bringing up elon musk's transphobia isn't that i've got gen z political tunnel vision that makes me blind to his "innovation" in electric cars but because i am desperately crying out for you as the father of a trans child to feel just as outraged and angry as i am that that man has so much power

[allswellthxtends]

writing a song about USA dread and feeling powerless about your future HURTS man. yipes

[chewwytwee]

Voting democrat will do nothing to stop the genocide in Palestine. However it’s still disingenuous to pretend that democrats being in office is somehow no different than republicans being in office

[threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat]

Keep the trans Gwen talk going but I raise you trans Hobie, yeah their shoes fit each other, and also "Wouldn't you like to know?", "I hate labels," and "I was this cool the whole time"

[allisonreader]

My heart hurts. Not physically, but emotionally. I don't like the news, I tend to avoid actively searching it out, for that exact reason. I ache because as people we just can't seem to get along. Learn to compromise and fully try to understand the other side. It's exhausting to understand why people are against certain things, even when it's the opposite of what I personally believe in.

[krispiecake]

uk moots idk if youve seen the rishi sunak school guidelines shit but. like it was already so bad like its been getting worse and worse for years now and somehow it just. like i dont think ive heard someone say something so obviously VILE about the equality act.. ever. i know its not all official yet like it was a proposed speech but i do not see this being scrapped not with the people in control rn. this is gonna kill lgbt kids especially trans kids and i feel so fucking helpless again.

[queerunpleasantdanger]

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[theunikingdom]

okay hi little check in since i never use tumblr anymore... It was so bad for my mental health but sometimes i miss it here!

i never know what to write as evident from the last time i did this but umm idk! i hope everyones been Doing ok...

unfortunately bringing down the mood and this is genuinely not a callout please dont try to find them but [ !! TW for incest and proship in this paragraph !! ] someone i used to follow and reblog from has started Shipping hawkodile with his brother apparently??? which is SO gross so if youre going through my old rbs pleaseeee ignore that user i dont condone this at all 😭😭😭 i blocked them and deleted some rbs (itd take me too long to find and delete all of them for a website i barely use anymore). genuinely not starting beef or drama, and do not bring me into this, im not even active. i just need to clarify this all happened while i was gone and i never supported that and i never will. very disheartening

[TW ENDED] UGGHH okay i wanna end this on a higher note because Yikes!!!

tbh after being gone so long i really doubt many people will read this but hi!!! i wanted to say i wont be deleting my account anytime soon despite my inactivity because i dont want people to lose the art i posted while i was here!! the uk community is probably still pretty dead and i dont wanna take any more art away from them ^_^' i still love the show but separating myself from the fandom was so necessary. anyways!! i dont really have much else to say..... well not really cause i wrote more in the tags after but whatever im just gonna finish my post down there

[the-earth-is-a-bagel-i-cronch]

It's time for the Poetry part of "Fandom, Poetry, and Gay Shit!"

Let's go:

Little Girls

I hate being a woman

Says the lady in the hygiene aisle

She just had a baby

Sacrificing her body, she wonders if it's worth it

Her breasts are full of life giving nutrients

They sag with this responsibility

Society views it is a sacrifice, now so does she

She hates looking in the mirror

I hate being a woman

Says the lady buying a bra

It's red and lacy, eighty dollars too much

The man she sees in two nights won't even feel the

softness, only touching it to take it off

If he even bothers, too distracted by what he wants

To pay her efforts any mind

She hates shopping

I hate being a women

Says the girl dancing at a friend's party

The song playing says something about not

needing a man, being free

She can't hear over the agony of her heels,

It's one of the few times she can wear them,

She can't be taller than her boyfriend, that's weird

She hates being tall

I hate being a woman

Says the girl on my phone screen

She decided to shave her head so no man could ever

Grab her hair and drag her around again

She's live streaming for the girls out there too afraid

The men in hey comment section call her names

"Ungrateful" "ugly" "psycho" "never date her"

She hates being afraid

I hate being a woman

Says the lady on the news

The other anchor makes a crude comment about

Women's month, he says "it's a joke sweetheart"

She just finished her report about increasing Rape and

Domestic violence reports

Her co-worker's don't see the importance

She hates staying silent

I hate being a woman

Says the princess in her tower

She could escape if she wanted to

But the prince needs his moment of glory

He needs to be the hero of the story

She is weak so he can be strong

He will never realize this

She hates being trapped

I hate being a woman

Says the girl crying in the public bathroom

She's being followed, she doesn't know what to do

She can't go home, she can't call her friends

Afraid for their lives and her own

The other women at the counter look on with pity

She clutches her purses and bear spray

She hates walking alone

I hate being a woman

Says the girl on my computer

She has bruises on her neck, she informs us

"Always wear necklaces under your clothes so men

can't grab them" there are tears in her eyes

She is lucky she managed to escape and survive

Men in her comment section say "not all men"

She hates wearing jewelry

I hate being a women

I say, taser in my pocket to walk home

Hair tied up in a bun

Old bra on for comfort

Necklace in my pocket

Shoes tied tight to run

I have learned from their pain

I hate that it's not enough to be safe

tumblr formating is wierd, each poem should be 8 lines but I'm on mobile, so, oh well

Also! There is a second part that's more hopeful/encouraging that some of the tags apply to!

Pt2 :x

[merriclo]

ahsjkds rant/vent in the tags