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emdabitchass · 1 month ago
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He laid there silently
open rp
you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
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@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
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#<- genderfluid struggles? I get that#<- real I thought I went cis for a minute had an anxiety attack or 12 and now I’m male again WHAT😭😭😭#<- REAL I WAS IN BALLET ONCE AND I WAS IN A LEOTARD SO U COULD SEE MY CHEST AND THE WORST DYSPHORIA I HAVE EVER FELT WASHED OVER ME#Sleep rn because I can’t close my door so I can’t change so I can’t take the fucking binder off but and the same Time I don’t ever wanna#Take it off cause of my euphoria rn but I need to sleep cause I might have my ELA exam tomorrow but idk cause school been off for 6 days#<- OMGS so one day I accidentally got a binder (I still don’t know how) and I’m wearing rn DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF WHAAAAA but I also can’t#sorry for the rant#<-it's ok! I want a binder so bad ngl#Should I wear it to school tomorrow if I’m still masc#I’m scared though cause I’ve never been masc at school this year and I’m like a different person when I’m masc vs when I’m fem#<- mine technically isn’t a binder but it works so well it might as well be#AHHHHH#<- if you want to do it#Others do not#I'm debating telling ppl who gave me gender envy#<- same for me lol#Some people know#I was walking to my bus after school and this random ass kid starts screaming at me but then he said “WAIT ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL” and#Oh my gods it was amazing especially since I was just sad about how that never happens to me#<- It was white lie day at my school and my lie was that I was just a girl#Oh if my school does that it better be a Monday so I can see two of the most supportive teachers on campus#<- IM STEALING THAT#<- AHHHHH#<- STEAL AWAY :3#I live in Florida so the hurricane gave us no school for a week and I go back tomorrow#i gotta be a human tomorrow 😭😭#<- rip we've got a long weekend here#So I go back tmmrw and I have to do gym first#Sobs#<- I fucking hate gym I’ve opted out every year cause I found out they only count gym if you do it in like your junior year or something id
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weasleyswizardpleases · 4 years ago
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Playing Nurse (4/4)
Summary: Fred Weasley keeps showing up in Hogwarts’ infirmary,  where you apprentice when you’re not in class, but he quickly becomes more than just a patient to you.
Warnings/notes: Blood, dental injury, bruising, broken bones. Language, kissing, some nudity, coming out. Not super graphic but it takes place in the school infirmary so people’s injuries and illnesses are described. Trans masc!Fred x fem!reader. Last chapter! Thanks for loving this one as much as I do you guys :)
Tags: @lucymfer @accioweaslcy @manuosorioh 
4. We Must Stop Meeting Like This
A week goes by before you see Fred again. You’ve pretty much given up on him liking you after your somewhat unexpected last encounter. But, like clockwork, he’s in the infirmary again over the weekend. 
When you arrive for your shift, the infirmary is already bustling. Pomfrey is doing intake on a group of students while a stern but somewhat worried looking McGonagall stands by. You take in the scene: Ron Weasley is there with a busted lip, Malfoy’s a few feet away, holding his head and looking dazed, Crabbe and Goyle by his side in disheveled states. You’re unsurprised to see an incredibly peeved Katie Bell, her stockings ripped, glaring at the Slytherins. She’s limping heavily.
“What happened here? How can I help?”
“There was… a fight,” McGonagall says tiredly. 
“Go ahead and examine Ron, should be a quick episkey, and then move on to Mr. Crabbe, I think it’ll be much the same but I haven’t had a proper look yet,” instructs Madam Pomfrey.
You take Ron to an exam table and give him a quick once over while asking him what happened. He explains that Fred and George weren’t having it and things escalated quickly.
“Turned into an all out brawl before anyone could get a word in edgewise. Percy was watching and ran to snitch, well, thank god he did, because they’re in really bad shape,” he says.
“Who? The Slytherins?” you say, using an episkey charm on his lip and a few stray scratches across his arms, probably from being thrown to the ground in the scuffle.
“Fred, especially, and Malfoy, and…” Ron continues, but you’re no longer listening. You look around and notice that the twins are unaccounted for. You’re finishing up on Ron when George and Filch come in carrying a stretcher with Fred on it. He seems barely conscious. You walk alongside them, asking all the questions you know to ask. This one is yours- Pomfrey is busy with Malfoy, who you suspect has a concussion, and will probably need to look after Katie’s ankle next.
George tells you that Malfoy hit Fred with a stunning spell, but after he fell, they kept kicking at him. You elect not to revive Fred fully yet, first casting a pain relief spell. You examine his clothed torso, feeling along his ribs, and notice that one of the bones feels out of place. You frown and continue lightly feeling along the area, and notice that he seems to be wearing a tight, thick undershirt.
“He’s got a broken rib. We’ll have to remove any garments that might constrict the area to set the bone properly. Could I ask you two to step out for a moment?” you ask, gesturing to the curtain out of the cubicle. Filch departs, but before George leaves he pauses.
“Don’t tell anyone, ok? It would break his heart,” he says seriously before stepping out.
You have little time to wonder what he means. You cut open Fred’s tee shirt and, as you suspected upon palpating his torso, find an undergarment laid tight across his chest. Like a sports bra, maybe, but why- in a flash, you understand the secret Fred was talking about the other day, and what George was saying to keep to yourself just now. It’s a binder. Of course. 
You waste no time reflecting and slice his binder cleanly down the middle to remove pressure from the area. You set about doing a complex set of spells- first checking for internal bleeding, then setting the broken bone back in place, then casting a bandaging spell so he’s not tempted to move about before it’s fully set.
“Rennervate!” you say, flicking your wand in Fred’s direction. He comes to, looking around in confusion, his eyes finally landing on you.
“How do you feel?” you ask him.
“Utter shit,” he says. “What happened, exactly?”
“Stunning spell from Malfoy or one of his goons, George said. You wound up with a broken rib from getting kicked while you were out, but the scan didn’t show anything else too terrible. Just a few bruises.”
“Those cheating bastards. I’d love to spit in their faces right now,” he says, moaning as he tries to sit up.
“Just lay down,” you say, resting your hand gently on his shoulder. “It should be pretty much healed by tomorrow morning, but it’s going to be painful until then. If you want, I can ask Pomfrey to give you something to help you sleep while I’m out fetching you a new shirt,” you offer. You pulled the blanket up to cover his chest when you finished working on his ribs, but he’s still shirtless underneath. You watch as he realizes you must have seen his chest while you were patching him up. He grimaces uncomfortably.
“Are you okay?” you ask.
“I’d like that shirt, please,” he says, pursing his lips. You dash off to one of the cabinets to fetch an extra set of clothes and an extra blanket, since you know he’ll be staying the night.
“Here,” you say, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” You excuse yourself to let him change, and touch bases with Madam Pomfrey. McGonagall has taken Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle, who are all fully healed, back to her office. Katie Bell is sitting on an exam table, still looking quite angry with her swollen leg propped up high. George is lurking worriedly near the door. You make your way over to him.
“Hey,” you say quietly. “Fred is going to be perfectly fine by tomorrow. Madam Pomfrey will have a look at him to make sure there’s nothing I missed, since it was a serious injury, but his rib is all patched up.” He sighs in relief.
“And don’t worry, I won’t say anything,” you add discreetly, smiling knowingly at him. He relaxes fully and nods in return. “Good luck with McGonagall. She did not look happy.”
“Thanks, Y/N. Take good care of him,” he says, nodding towards his brother’s bed before leaving to accept his punishment.
You return to Fred’s bedside to find him looking quite sheepish.
“Feeling okay?” you ask softly. 
“Sure. Bit embarrassed. I wasn’t hoping you’d find out like this, you know.”
“Your big secret is that you’re trans? Freddie, who in the world would care about that?”
“I dunno, some people.”
“Uh, yeah, bigots,” you say, laughing. “I certainly don’t care. I’m just glad you’re ok.”
“Thanks to you. Wanna sit?” he asks sweetly. You can’t say no, so you agree to wait with him at least until Pomfrey comes in to look him over.
“So, did you ever talk to that girl?” you ask, trying to make small talk after all the excitement. He looks at you like you’re a nutcase. 
“Y/N, are you thick?” he laughs hard, causing him to wince and hold his torso. He gasps in pain, but grins through it. “Honestly, who did you think I was interested in?” he asks, biting back laughter. You look at him, your cheeks hot. What is he getting at?
“How should I know? I hardly see you, outside of keeping you alive in here,” you say defensively.
“Wow, I thought for sure you knew. I was so embarrassed when you didn’t say anything, I’ve been avoiding you for weeks!” 
“What? Why?” you ask, but it quickly dawns on you what you may’ve been missing. “Wait… what?!” you say, your hand flying to your mouth.
“Yep, you got it.”
“You like me?”
“Yes, you idiot!”
“Come here,” you say. You lean down and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, but he pulls you in gently for a real kiss, a long one. You feel so much tension you didn’t even know you were holding in leave your body, and stand back up, laughing big, just as Madam Pomfrey parts the curtain.
“Well, everyone seems in good spirits in here,” she says. You both nod awkwardly.
“Y/N has been taking such good care of me I hardly knew I was hurt,” Fred says cheerfully. Pomfrey gives him a quick once over, agrees with your diagnoses and treatment, and leaves you two alone once again. 
“You know, we have got to stop meeting like this,” Fred says, looking up at you. “Not that you don’t look lovely in your apron.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“How about a date?”
“I certainly wouldn’t object to a nice evening with a ruggedly handsome young man,” you say, giggling gleefully. He flashes a big smile, showing off his chipped tooth.
“Well, it’s a deal. You get me up and going again and I treat you to dinner,” he says.
“Deal! I've got to go, though,” you say, planting a sneaky kiss on him before you leave, “I am at work, after all.” You practically float out the door, proud of your work in more ways than one. Fred Weasley. Yours at last. 
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notquiteaghost · 6 years ago
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there isn't enough nonbinary jon sims content, here is... well i started writing this as headcanons but this is really a not!fic about nonbinary jon sims. it’s 3′300 words
it contains: nonbinary trans masc autistic jon, jongeorgie, lesbian georgie, trans guy martin & tim, trans woman sasha, team archives trans solidarity, and not-insignificant amount of internalised transphobia and references to misgendering & general cis people bullshit
(also ftr i am heavily basing jon's experiences here as a nonbinary autistic person on my own experiences as a nonbinary autistic person) (this is like 80% projection) (what else is fandom for!)
also on AO3 if you prefer your 3k of bullet points to have better spacing
tiny baby [jon] who knows she isn't very good at being a girl but doesn't have the words to articulate why
her grandmother thinks kids clothes should be durable and practical so even tho jon is not a kid who climbs trees or plays football, her wardrobe is exclusively straight jeans & 'boys' t-shirts & large jumpers
she keeps her hair roughly shoulder length because that's the length it's always been but strangers still 'mistake' her for a boy a lot. this makes her feel a way she again hasn't got the words for
when she starts secondary school she continues to dress 'masc', never starts wearing makeup, never gets any interest in dating, generally fills out the checklist for everyone else assuming she's a lesbian
she knows she's definitely not a straight girl, so she shrugs and decides sure, she's a lesbian. it's a moot point, mostly, seeing as even if she did have any interest in dating she's the only gay person her age she knows
but she does get involved in some community support stuff – she spends a lot of time in the library as a teenager, and one of the librarians is a lesbian who takes jon under her wing a bit
coffee mornings and book clubs and things like that. sixteen year old jon and a dozen queer women all in their late twenties at the youngest. they joke a lot how often they forget jon isn't also a thirty-something
(this is that autism feel of having no interest in your peers but getting on great with adults)
and then she goes to uni, and then she meets georgie
georgie is a Very Out lesbian. she goes to clubs, she's heavily involved in the lgbt society, she has a rainbow flag hanging in her bedroom window. yknow.
jon likes her a lot, and still isn't really sure if it's romantic or not, but assumes that's more due to being gay than anything else
(no one has told jon about asexuality yet)
so when, one night when they're meant to be studying in georgie's room but instead are mostly drinking shit cheap wine and complaining about their professors, georgie looks at jon with this soft look on her face and asks to kiss her, jon says yes
and then they date
they're both living in one of those massive student houses with a thousand bedrooms crammed everywhere and only a kitchen for a communal space. georgie has lived there since coming back to finish first year, and jon moved in halfway through second year after a somewhat disastrous flatmate situation
so after they graduate, moving in together seems like the natural progression of things even tho they’ve only been dating for two months
jon is still, when asked, identifying as a lesbian and using she/her, but is also still dressing what other people now call butch. she always feels kind of weird about that term, but again, just chalks it up to the mess of complicated feelings being a gnc lesbian does genuinely involve
and then, finally, jon meets some actual trans people
jon has, circumstantially, known trans people. thanks to georgie, jon goes to a lot of lgbt soc things, and is passingly familiar with most of the lgbt people on their campus
but there’s a big difference between nodding at someone when you see them in the library and having an actual, proper conversation about gender
so, jon goes to a lot of social events because georgie does. without georgie, jon would probably not leave the house except to go to work and to the library (jon is not doing postgrad. jon’s library habits do not particularly reflect this)
mostly at these events, jon sits in the corner and reads, and only talks to other quiet antisocial people, while georgie circles back periodically to report on her social butterfly escapades
and at one, one of the other quiet antisocial people is a trans guy
he’s called harry, and he asks about the book jon is reading, and after they’ve been talking a while he says, “sorry, you probably get this a lot, but what pronouns do you use?”
jon just blinks at him and says “what”
“well, i’m trans, so i’m always really cautious about assuming,” harry says, easily, and this does not answer the question jon was asking
jon.exe has crashed
she(?) eventually says, “uh. she? i’ve never– she”
and harry, who has spent the last forty minutes discussing dante with jon and is already sure they’re going to be friends, says “want the trans 101? you’re making a face like you need it”
three hours later georgie finally reappears with the intent to actually interrupt (she’s drifted past periodically, but jon was always deep in conversation with harry, so she left them alone) and get going, and jon gets harry’s email address and is then very quiet as they walk arm-in-arm back to their house
just as they turn onto their street, jon says, “i, ah. i think i might be trans?”
georgie, who has for the past couple months been having something of a crisis after realising she definitely loves jon but she isn’t in love and she can’t figure out why, says “oh thank god”
jon, very bemused, “that wasn’t the reaction i was expecting”
“i think we should break up,” georgie replies, and jon stops walking. they’re four feet from their front door, but it’s late, no one’s about, so georgie decides sure, they can have this conversation in the street
“you– because i’m trans?”
“i love you, i really do,” georgie steps closer, takes jon’s hands in hers, “but i’m not in love with you. and it was driving me crazy trying to figure out why, but if you’re not a girl–”
“i can’t tell if i should be offended by this or not,” jon says, somewhat dazed, “i’ve been trans for an hour, georgie, i don’t know if this is transphobic yet”
georgie laughs, and presses a kiss to jon’s cheek, and says “it’s nearly midnight, we both have work tomorrow, let’s table this for later. we can look up names and what word i should use when i complain to other people how you always leave your shoes in the middle of the floor when we aren’t both on the verge of passing out”
and that sounds reasonable, so jon nods, and kisses georgie on the mouth, and then they go inside
the next day jon stops by the library on the way home from work and checks out almost every baby names book they have. georgie comes home and he’s sat at the kitchen table making a spreadsheet
“you don’t have to make it this complicated, you know,” she says, hooking her chin over his shoulder to read what he’s already got. the spreadsheet has a lot of columns.
“it’s my name,” he retorts, and she hums agreeably, then points to ‘jonathan’, which has relatively few ticks in any pro columns (god, this nerd), and says, “isn’t that your grandfather’s name?”
it is. he doesn’t talk about his grandfather a lot – doesn’t talk about his family a lot full stop, but she knows, even though he died when jon was still a toddler, the stories his grandmother told had a significant impact
“my parents didn’t name me after anyone,” jon says, quietly
georgie nods. she doesn’t say they’re not here now to offer an opinion, because that’s far harsher than jon deserves to hear, and it’s not like she ever needs to remind him of it either. he’s definitely already beating himself up for taking so long to come to this realisation there’s no one left around to tell him how they’d have reacted
“i think it suits you,” she says instead, and jon nods, and then she moves away to make a pot of tea and some pasta (it’s technically jon’s night to cook, but she was anticipating coming home to find him already hyperfocused beyond the point of no return)
a week later, jon looks up from the spreadsheet to where georgie is curled up on the sofa reading and says “ugh, fine, you win, you were right”
(georgie hadn’t pressed her point any further, jon is just like that)
“jon?” she asks, and he makes an exasperated noise and nods, then closes his laptop dramatically and stands. most of his spine pops when he stretches
“this calls for celebration” georgie says, also standing, “franco’s or monsoon?”
“franco’s. i’m going to eat a pizza the size of a car”
so then jon is actually going by jon, and using he/him, and isn’t dating georgie anymore but is still living with her and spending most of his time with her and factoring her into all his major decisions
he talks to harry, and other (binary) trans people, and reads a lot of blogs, and after a few months gets a referral to charing cross gic
by the time he starts at the magnus institute, he’s had top surgery and has been on T for years, and passes as cis completely, and he doesn’t know how to articulate it but this is. bothering him.
he’s not exactly… he likes being stealth, he doesn’t need to flaunt his personal life. he can understand the impulse, but he doesn’t share it. his feelings about gender and romance are no one’s business but his own
but. everyone assuming he was a girl itched – being miss simms, georgie’s girlfriend, she, it felt like wearing a coarse knitted jumper. it was exhausting
and, for a while, everyone assuming he was a man was a relief. it didn’t make his skin crawl, it didn’t make him want to scream, it was nice. it felt good.
it didn’t feel right. but it didn’t feel bad, either, and jon has never been gendered in a way that felt right. he thought that was just part of being trans
except. he moves to london, and he starts at the magnus institute, and he wears shirts and slacks, and the long skirts and patterned dresses some of his colleagues wear keep catching his eye the way men in three-piece suits used to, and that terrifies him
he was lucky, in a way, having no family left to care when he transitioned – if anyone reacted negatively, he could just cut them out of his life, and his social circle was already queer enough that was hardly necessary
but that doesn’t mean he escaped internalising a whole swathe of shit about what being trans should mean and how he should act and what he should want and if he wants to wear skirts then is he even a man? was he making it up all along after all?
naturally, he deals with this by ignoring it. he’s a man, men don’t wear skirts, he doesn’t wear skirts, that’s that.
he manages to keep that up until he’s made head archivist, and he’s given three assistants who are all also trans
(he doesn’t know if elias did it on purpose. elias knows he’s trans, of course, because he’s never bothered to get the name on his diploma changed, but the way elias reacted lead jon to assume elias may also be trans. and if that’s true, then selecting only trans people for the archives staff feels like a kindness more than anything)
and, the thing about them all being trans, is even if jon and martin are both rather fond of being stealth, and sasha and tim aren’t used to being out at work, and none of them are exactly friends, they’re the only people who ever come in the archives, so the archives very quickly becomes the Safe Trans Zone
they all vent a lot about cis people. sasha will walk in and the first words out her mouth will be “the next person to ask me if i’d had the surgery is getting their own surgery when i cut their tongues out”, and tim will make a commiserating noise and offer her the pack of donuts martin brought in
so when, on one of the rare afternoons when jon leaves his office to lean against tim’s desk and brainstorm organisational system ideas, martin walks back from the break room upstairs with a scowl and says, bitterly, as he sits back down, “oh so when cis guys wear nail polish it’s inspiring and breaking down gender roles but when i wear nail polish, jenny from HR gets to side eye me and ask if that means i changed my mind, because surely i’m the one who’ll do that and not all the men who didn’t have to do hours of therapy to establish they are definitely, one hundred percent for sure a guy!”
tim and sasha both make the standard commiseration noises, and sasha says something about the supervisor at her last job trying to say it wasn’t appropriate for her to wear trousers, and jon stops listening and runs away moves back to his office
he hadn’t noticed martin is wearing nail polish, is the thing. or, he had noticed it, but he hadn’t thought about it, and now he’s thinking about it. he’s thinking about it a lot
martin had– martin is a guy. martin is definitely a guy, if something of a feminine-leaning gay guy, the kind of feminine-leaning no one ever questions in cis guys, and it hadn’t occurred to jon to question martin, either, even though he’s trans, and. and.
he’s still circling round a revelation he can’t quite make himself have an hour or so later, when martin sticks his head round the door
“you, uh. you alright?” martin asks, incredibly tentatively. it says a lot, jon thinks, about how nice martin is, that he’s asking even though there’s a 90% chance jon will tell him to fuck off “you kind of disappeared abruptly, earlier. i didn’t upset you, did i?”
jon stares at him for a long moment, then says, “can i see your nail polish?”
“oh!” martin’s cheeks flush, just slightly, as he steps inside the office and lets the door shut behind him “uh, yeah, of course. it’s a little chipped, now, but, yeah”
martin’s nail polish is a light, pastel blue. it’s neat, and even, though his nails aren’t that long, and jon thinks he remembers martin saying something about mostly painting his nails to try and get himself to stop biting them. jon’s never really gone for nail polish, but it’s. nice.
“it’s, uh. it’s a good colour, on you,” he says awkwardly. martin flushes even more
“oh, um, thanks? did– are you alright?”
if jon was a different kind of person, this is where he’d open up to martin, and this would be the beginning of them becoming actual friends
jon is jon, though, so he just shoves all his emotions back in the box they escaped from, nods, and says “i didn’t sleep that well, is all. not really up to socialising”
(an aside about s1 jonmartin dynamic: jon is very good at shittalking martin when martin isn’t around, but in the face of martin’s genuine care and concern, he defaults back to a far more friendlier tone than he’s aiming for. he knows, on a level, that he and martin could be good friends if he ever got his shit together, but that is something else he’s currently repressing. he doesn’t need friends! he isn’t desperate for social contact at all! what’s loneliness!)
martin says “ah, okay, i’ll just– i’ll leave you alone, then”, and then jon makes himself focus on work, and then when he gets home he opens the group chat he’s still, thankfully, in with the trans people who got him through his first gender crisis and sends ‘help i don’t know if i’m a guy after all’
three people immediately send back a link to nonbinary.org
and that’s the rest of jon’s evening
he reads through every article. he reads several articles multiple times. he opens several new tabs, and gets a notepad to make a list of books, and eventually remembers to reply in the group chat
a week later, he bites the bullet and writes an email to georgie
nothing long, just, they still tell each other about big life events
and then, another couple weeks after that, when martin brings him tea, he says, “ah, martin, could i– do you have a moment?”
“of course,” martin says, and lets the door swing closed again, “what do you need?”
“i, ah. this isn’t very professional, so, you don’t– you are perfectly welcome to say no, of course, but i. um. would you– come clothes shopping with me?”
(ideally, jon would have asked georgie, but as much as he loves her (still), they haven’t talked properly in years, and she is cis. the best cis person he knows, but still a cis person. and he’d just, rather have a trans person, for emotional support, and no one in the group chat lives particularly nearby anymore) (or, well, some of them are, but when he asked they all told him to get over himself and ask one of his ‘lovely’ coworkers)
(why does he ask martin and not sasha?) (well, dear reader, he is nursing the beginnings of a crush) (not that he knows it. but that’s absolutely what’s happening here. martin is sweet and lovely and jon definitely finds him annoying and overbearing. yes. nothing else. no other emotions.) (his chest feels all weird when martin smiles because he doesn’t like him. that always happens around people he dislikes.)
“oh!” martin says, surprised. “uh, yes, of course, is– is there an event or something…?”
jon takes a moment to stare at the wall above martin’s head before he makes himself say, “i. am non-binary, and i need– different clothes.”
“oh, god, have we been–”
“no, no, this is a, a very recent development. he is still fine,” jon says, quickly, then pauses, then adds, more haltingly, “i think. i might, if – they, as well, maybe? just, to see”
“of course. d’you want me to tell tim and sasha?”
martin, jon thinks, is maybe not all that bad “yes, please”
“cool,” martin smiles, “i’m free this weekend? for shopping?”
“this saturday would be good, yes”
and then jon and martin go shopping! it’s probably not that successful of a shopping trip, because it takes jon like four shops before they admit what exactly it is they’re looking for, but they go to several charity shops and have fun trying to one-up each other with the most ridiculous/inexplicable item of clothing, and at the end of the day jon has three skirts (a knee-length black a-line skirt, a full-length black skirt, and a full-length black skirt patterned with red flowers), two necklaces, and a skater dress they probably can’t get away with wearing to work, but they really liked the way the skirt moved when they spun
other things that happen include lunch at a cafe where the staff definitely think they’re on a date and only martin notices and also martin is dying, both of them only managing to walk past a secondhand bookshop twice before they cave and go inside, and then emerge half an hour later both holding three books (two poetry anthologies and a sci fi novel; a psychology book and two history books), and martin somehow talking jon into trying on skinny jeans and then, again, leaving this mortal coil
jon doesn’t buy the skinny jeans, which is for the best really
the first time jon wears one of the skirts to work, sasha does a victory lap around the archives because “hell yes skirts are so much more comfortable, and now you swish! tim you should get a skirt. skirts for archives uniform”
and jon is still a prickly antisocial bastard but now he’s an outly nonbinary prickly antisocial bastard, and sometimes they walk into the archives at 2PM smelling of tobacco and holding a bottle of vodka, and then the archives staff all do shots and dramatic readings of the most ridiculous fake statements, because sometimes that’s how you cope with cis people, and that’s! valid!
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dashjangles · 8 years ago
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i have regular episodes of ‘am i actually trans/fluid/nonbinary or am i just faking it’ but i just saw a reddit post about that exact feeling, that “cis people don’t spend a ton of time worrying about whether they’re a different gender,” and one of the comments said “ask yourself, what would you do if you woke up tomorrow as a different gender? how would you feel? or have you ever imagined yourself in the body of a celebrity with a different gender?” and i tick all those markers, i am all of those things, and it’s intense but reassuring that i’m not just overthinking things, i am what i feel
i think this would be easier if i wasn’t in a public health program filled with very cis and straight people for the most part, in comparison to the gender and sexuality department in my undergrad, and even when people here talk about lgbt stuff it’s sometimes like they’re talking in a foreign language, “i know a gay person and--” and they aren’t being rude or incorrect for the most part, they’re well-informed and accepting from what i’ve seen, but it still feels very alone and they all dress very femme and i feel the need to fit in so i dress femme too and i’m not closeted exactly, i talk about my lgbt work and educational experience a lot and all my chosen projects are lgbt stuff even though i may not explicitly say i like girls or i don’t feel like a girl myself, but i talk about it.... but it’s not enough sometimes? i’m afraid to cut my hair the way i want, or dress like i want (and none of the clothes i’d want to wear or haircuts i’d want would look good on my current body anyway so that’s .... a whole other body issue problem i have to deal with) and a few of my friends that i know from before grad school have started calling me beau or dash and i like that, but id never dream of telling someone in school to call me those things, or to use other pronouns, because i feel like i don’t present queer enough for them to believe or understand me, and that’s fucked up, there isn’t a line you should have to pass to count, but i don’t know if they would start to think i’m even weirder than they already think i am, or what
there’s one person in one of my classes who explicitly told the whole class she doesn’t like men sexually, and she’s the only one who doesn’t dress femme like everyone else, and i feel kinship with her but i still don’t feel comfortable dressing more masculinely most of the time (plus, inconveniently, my desired masc clothing is usually too casual for the school atmosphere based on everyone else’s formal dress) so i wonder if she can read me, if she can tell we’re in similar boats, or if i come across as just the straight cis girl that i am not
i dunno. this gets to me sometimes.
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smileyalater · 1 month ago
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it crawled up the bedpost and sat at the top
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you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
#<- genderfluid struggles? I get that#<- real I thought I went cis for a minute had an anxiety attack or 12 and now I’m male again WHAT😭😭😭#<- REAL I WAS IN BALLET ONCE AND I WAS IN A LEOTARD SO U COULD SEE MY CHEST AND THE WORST DYSPHORIA I HAVE EVER FELT WASHED OVER ME#Sleep rn because I can’t close my door so I can’t change so I can’t take the fucking binder off but and the same Time I don’t ever wanna#Take it off cause of my euphoria rn but I need to sleep cause I might have my ELA exam tomorrow but idk cause school been off for 6 days#<- OMGS so one day I accidentally got a binder (I still don’t know how) and I’m wearing rn DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF WHAAAAA but I also can’t#sorry for the rant#<-it's ok! I want a binder so bad ngl#Should I wear it to school tomorrow if I’m still masc#I’m scared though cause I’ve never been masc at school this year and I’m like a different person when I’m masc vs when I’m fem#<- mine technically isn’t a binder but it works so well it might as well be#AHHHHH#<- if you want to do it#I'm debating telling ppl who gave me gender envy#Others do not#<- same for me lol#Some people know#I was walking to my bus after school and this random ass kid starts screaming at me but then he said “WAIT ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL” and#Oh my gods it was amazing especially since I was just sad about how that never happens to me#<- It was white lie day at my school and my lie was that I was just a girl#Oh if my school does that it better be a Monday so I can see two of the most supportive teachers on campus#<- IM STEALING THAT#<- STEAL AWAY :3#<- AHHHHH#i gotta be a human tomorrow 😭😭#I live in Florida so the hurricane gave us no school for a week and I go back tomorrow#<- rip we've got a long weekend here#So I go back tmmrw and I have to do gym first#Sobs#<- I fucking hate gym I’ve opted out every year cause I found out they only count gym if you do it in like your junior year or something id
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emdabitchass · 1 month ago
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After about 3 hours he woke up
(oh okay I’m the weird one then… I think I’m just a toddler at heart that’s why)
open rp
you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
#<- genderfluid struggles? I get that#<- real I thought I went cis for a minute had an anxiety attack or 12 and now I’m male again WHAT😭😭😭#<- REAL I WAS IN BALLET ONCE AND I WAS IN A LEOTARD SO U COULD SEE MY CHEST AND THE WORST DYSPHORIA I HAVE EVER FELT WASHED OVER ME#Sleep rn because I can’t close my door so I can’t change so I can’t take the fucking binder off but and the same Time I don’t ever wanna#<- OMGS so one day I accidentally got a binder (I still don’t know how) and I’m wearing rn DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF WHAAAAA but I also can’t#Take it off cause of my euphoria rn but I need to sleep cause I might have my ELA exam tomorrow but idk cause school been off for 6 days#sorry for the rant#<-it's ok! I want a binder so bad ngl#Should I wear it to school tomorrow if I’m still masc#<- mine technically isn’t a binder but it works so well it might as well be#I’m scared though cause I’ve never been masc at school this year and I’m like a different person when I’m masc vs when I’m fem#AHHHHH#<- if you want to do it#I'm debating telling ppl who gave me gender envy#Some people know#Others do not#<- same for me lol#I was walking to my bus after school and this random ass kid starts screaming at me but then he said “WAIT ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL” and#Oh my gods it was amazing especially since I was just sad about how that never happens to me#<- It was white lie day at my school and my lie was that I was just a girl#Oh if my school does that it better be a Monday so I can see two of the most supportive teachers on campus#<- IM STEALING THAT#<- STEAL AWAY :3#<- AHHHHH#i gotta be a human tomorrow 😭😭#I live in Florida so the hurricane gave us no school for a week and I go back tomorrow#<- rip we've got a long weekend here#So I go back tmmrw and I have to do gym first#Sobs#<- I fucking hate gym I’ve opted out every year cause I found out they only count gym if you do it in like your junior year or something id
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smileyalater · 1 month ago
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the thing flicked it's ears
(idk I don't do that)
open rp
you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
#<- genderfluid struggles? I get that#<- real I thought I went cis for a minute had an anxiety attack or 12 and now I’m male again WHAT😭😭😭#<- REAL I WAS IN BALLET ONCE AND I WAS IN A LEOTARD SO U COULD SEE MY CHEST AND THE WORST DYSPHORIA I HAVE EVER FELT WASHED OVER ME#Sleep rn because I can’t close my door so I can’t change so I can’t take the fucking binder off but and the same Time I don’t ever wanna#<- OMGS so one day I accidentally got a binder (I still don’t know how) and I’m wearing rn DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF WHAAAAA but I also can’t#Take it off cause of my euphoria rn but I need to sleep cause I might have my ELA exam tomorrow but idk cause school been off for 6 days#sorry for the rant#<-it's ok! I want a binder so bad ngl#Should I wear it to school tomorrow if I’m still masc#<- mine technically isn’t a binder but it works so well it might as well be#I’m scared though cause I’ve never been masc at school this year and I’m like a different person when I’m masc vs when I’m fem#AHHHHH#<- if you want to do it#I'm debating telling ppl who gave me gender envy#Some people know#Others do not#<- same for me lol#I was walking to my bus after school and this random ass kid starts screaming at me but then he said “WAIT ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL” and#Oh my gods it was amazing especially since I was just sad about how that never happens to me#<- It was white lie day at my school and my lie was that I was just a girl#Oh if my school does that it better be a Monday so I can see two of the most supportive teachers on campus#<- IM STEALING THAT#<- STEAL AWAY :3#<- AHHHHH#i gotta be a human tomorrow 😭😭#I live in Florida so the hurricane gave us no school for a week and I go back tomorrow#<- rip we've got a long weekend here#So I go back tmmrw and I have to do gym first#Sobs
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emdabitchass · 1 month ago
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He started biting his fingers as he slept
(I do that a lot is that just me?)
open rp
you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
#<- genderfluid struggles? I get that#<- real I thought I went cis for a minute had an anxiety attack or 12 and now I’m male again WHAT😭😭😭#<- REAL I WAS IN BALLET ONCE AND I WAS IN A LEOTARD SO U COULD SEE MY CHEST AND THE WORST DYSPHORIA I HAVE EVER FELT WASHED OVER ME#Sleep rn because I can’t close my door so I can’t change so I can’t take the fucking binder off but and the same Time I don’t ever wanna#<- OMGS so one day I accidentally got a binder (I still don’t know how) and I’m wearing rn DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF WHAAAAA but I also can’t#Take it off cause of my euphoria rn but I need to sleep cause I might have my ELA exam tomorrow but idk cause school been off for 6 days#sorry for the rant#<-it's ok! I want a binder so bad ngl#Should I wear it to school tomorrow if I’m still masc#<- mine technically isn’t a binder but it works so well it might as well be#I’m scared though cause I’ve never been masc at school this year and I’m like a different person when I’m masc vs when I’m fem#AHHHHH#<- if you want to do it#I'm debating telling ppl who gave me gender envy#Some people know#Others do not#<- same for me lol#I was walking to my bus after school and this random ass kid starts screaming at me but then he said “WAIT ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL” and#Oh my gods it was amazing especially since I was just sad about how that never happens to me#<- It was white lie day at my school and my lie was that I was just a girl#<- IM STEALING THAT#Oh if my school does that it better be a Monday so I can see two of the most supportive teachers on campus#<- STEAL AWAY :3#<- AHHHHH#i gotta be a human tomorrow 😭😭#I live in Florida so the hurricane gave us no school for a week and I go back tomorrow
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smileyalater · 1 month ago
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it kneaded the mattress
open rp
you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
#<- genderfluid struggles? I get that#<- real I thought I went cis for a minute had an anxiety attack or 12 and now I’m male again WHAT😭😭😭#<- REAL I WAS IN BALLET ONCE AND I WAS IN A LEOTARD SO U COULD SEE MY CHEST AND THE WORST DYSPHORIA I HAVE EVER FELT WASHED OVER ME#Sleep rn because I can’t close my door so I can’t change so I can’t take the fucking binder off but and the same Time I don’t ever wanna#<- OMGS so one day I accidentally got a binder (I still don’t know how) and I’m wearing rn DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF WHAAAAA but I also can’t#Take it off cause of my euphoria rn but I need to sleep cause I might have my ELA exam tomorrow but idk cause school been off for 6 days#sorry for the rant#<-it's ok! I want a binder so bad ngl#Should I wear it to school tomorrow if I’m still masc#<- mine technically isn’t a binder but it works so well it might as well be#I’m scared though cause I’ve never been masc at school this year and I’m like a different person when I’m masc vs when I’m fem#AHHHHH#<- if you want to do it#I'm debating telling ppl who gave me gender envy#Some people know#Others do not#<- same for me lol#I was walking to my bus after school and this random ass kid starts screaming at me but then he said “WAIT ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL” and#Oh my gods it was amazing especially since I was just sad about how that never happens to me#<- It was white lie day at my school and my lie was that I was just a girl#Grins#<- IM STEALING THAT#Oh if my school does that it better be a Monday so I can see two of the most supportive teachers on campus#<- STEAL AWAY :3
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emdabitchass · 1 month ago
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He breathed normally for once in his life
open rp
you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
#<- genderfluid struggles? I get that#<- real I thought I went cis for a minute had an anxiety attack or 12 and now I’m male again WHAT😭😭😭#<- REAL I WAS IN BALLET ONCE AND I WAS IN A LEOTARD SO U COULD SEE MY CHEST AND THE WORST DYSPHORIA I HAVE EVER FELT WASHED OVER ME#Sleep rn because I can’t close my door so I can’t change so I can’t take the fucking binder off but and the same Time I don’t ever wanna#<- OMGS so one day I accidentally got a binder (I still don’t know how) and I’m wearing rn DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF WHAAAAA but I also can’t#Take it off cause of my euphoria rn but I need to sleep cause I might have my ELA exam tomorrow but idk cause school been off for 6 days#sorry for the rant#<-it's ok! I want a binder so bad ngl#Should I wear it to school tomorrow if I’m still masc#<- mine technically isn’t a binder but it works so well it might as well be#I’m scared though cause I’ve never been masc at school this year and I’m like a different person when I’m masc vs when I’m fem#AHHHHH#<- if you want to do it#I'm debating telling ppl who gave me gender envy#Some people know#Others do not#<- same for me lol#I was walking to my bus after school and this random ass kid starts screaming at me but then he said “WAIT ARE YOU A BOY OR A GIRL” and#Oh my gods it was amazing especially since I was just sad about how that never happens to me#<- It was white lie day at my school and my lie was that I was just a girl#Grins#<- IM STEALING THAT#Oh if my school does that it better be a Monday so I can see two of the most supportive teachers on campus
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smileyalater · 1 month ago
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it purred
open rp
you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
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emdabitchass · 1 month ago
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He curled into himself in his sleep crawling under his blanket
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you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
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smileyalater · 1 month ago
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it yawned, going to nap at the foot of his bed
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you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
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emdabitchass · 1 month ago
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After awhile he calmed down but at that point he was asleep
open rp
you walk into the Apollo cabin to see Em writing something while blasting music in her headphones so loud you can hear it
tags👇
@demigod-jack-hearth
@of-course-im-the-winner
@the-smart-and-the-dumb-one
@lisadaughter-of-hepheastus
@ariathemortal
@smileyalater
@reyna4ever
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