#and ones gender identity

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[seldomsee]

Hunter x Hunter is like this is Alluka her incredibly abusive family that doesn’t treat her like a human refers to her as a boy but Killua, the only member of her family that loves & cares about her, explicitly refers to her as his little sister. & some fans are still like What could Togashi have possibly meant by this. We will never know

[wlwanakin]

actually always thinking of darth vader through a transgender lense bc i’m insane but also bc it is SO EASY to do a trans reading of his whole deal like to me, personally, in the star wars in my brain that is better than yours and doesn’t gaf about authorial intent, darth vader is in part a manifestation/personification of the horrifying feelings of loss of control that come with long-term repression/closeting or forced detransition. and this works on a purely superficial level because darth vader is hypermasculine in a way that starkly contrasts a lot of anakin’s softer/more androgynous traits but if we are to actually think beyond the superficial the themes of loss of autonomy and rejection of personal identity in favor of one given to you are veryyyy resonant from a trans perspective. constant insistent rejection of your true self. “that name no longer has any meaning to me.” even his voice is not his own. etc etc. vader is a reinvention of anakin but that reinvention is into an empty husk whose entire existence is to be another person’s pawn. vader is not so much a new identity as he is a lack of one. and i don’t want to dismiss that on a literal textual level disability is a part of the Body aspect but all this is far less about his injuries and part more about how they’re treated, specifically how his body is altered in ways that are entirely about creating a more imposing image and basically turning him into a weapon (there is no reason for him to be 6’7), and that again ties into the idea of Erosion Of Self. and i think these aspects come together in a way that is so easy to read as trans, or at least that resonates with me as a trans person, because so much of repressing as a trans person is inventing an empty version of yourself and accepting your physical state as something you are fundamentally not in control of and self-denial for others. and vader encompasses a lot of those feelings taken to body horror space opera extremes

[blaithnne]

Remember this post where I talked about how funny Host!Vic’s gender neutrality is? Well now it’s even funnier because this episode seemingly confirmed something I have suspected to be true for a while now, which is that fictional Vic Michealis SOMEHOW DIDNT REALISE THEYRE BI?????

[knifearo]

ultimately when it comes to shipping and fandom space treatment of aspec characters i just don't accept "aro/ace people can still date/have sex" as an answer from nonaspecs. like yeah. mhm. okay. now i think we both know that you're not saying that out of real interest in the diversity of aspec experiences. so you can turn in your seventeen-page essay on why and how you plan to examine this character's aspec identity within the context of a romantic or sexual relationship complete with evidence from canon and peer reviews from multiple aspec people within the next week or i'm putting you in the pit from the edgar allen poe story

[quadrantadvisor]

Pairing Off, in which the Waynes meet the Fentons, just not all at once. 2,443 words

-

Damian feels less than positively about the new girl in his grade.

Danielle Fenton has already garnered a bit of a reputation. Her uniform is clearly second hand, and rumors abound about whether she has joined them at Gotham Academy on a merit scholarship or as “one of Wayne's charity cases.” Neither is true; Father has offered no fiscal support to the Fentons, and yet both she and her older brother attend the Academy, leading Damian to believe they've somehow paid their own way.

Her lower class status and midwestern accent ought to make Fenton a target, but her response to being cornered or talked down to by other students was an unsettling combination of cheerful and aggressive. She is now mostly left to her own devices, despite her notoriety. 

Damian has no interest in the girl. While it is true that she excels in both mathematics and social studies, her performance in English and science are unremarkable, and she poses no challenge to his rank at the top of the class. If he finds himself pushing harder in certain classes this semester in order to maintain the edge, it's no one else's business.

Now if only she would leave him alone.

Damian preemptively slams his sketchbook shut, just as a brash, inconsiderate, annoying girl hops up to sit on his desk. “Hey Dami, what're you drawing?”

“It is none of your business,” Damian seethes. “Remove yourself from my personal space before I-” he isn't allowed to threaten classmates with bodily harm, imply that he has brought weapons to school, or use words that are derogatory to women “-do so myself. By force.” He would avoid her altogether if he could, but Fenton is annoyingly (suspiciously) sneaky. He can only ever seem to sense her when she's just about on top of him.

Fenton merely laughs, high, bright, and joyful, and Damian grits his teeth. “Did you draw me yet?” she asks, and doesn't move an inch.

“No, I have not drawn you. I never said I would, and I have no plans to. Stop asking me.”

She shrugs and kicks her feet. “Maybe you'll change your mind. Can I see what you're working on?”

Damian pulls the sketchbook a tad bit closer to himself (a protective reflex that shows his weakness, he should be better than that by now.) “Never, imbecile.”

Fenton sticks her tongue out at him like a child. “Mean,” she says, still smiling. “I wanna see your art. It's so good!”

Damian tilts his nose up at her. “Of course it is, plebeian, I have standards-” he starts, but is cut off by the teacher entering. Fenton slides off his desk and heads to her own seat. Damian stows his sketchbook in his bag and tries not to think of the unfinished work inside, featuring a girl with dark hair, light eyes, and a mischievous grin.

-

There's this brownstone on the outskirts of Crime Alley, an old townhouse recently converted into commercial space. There's a coffee shop on street level, a tattoo parlor down the stairs, some sorta wine emporium on the second floor, and on the third, a little second hand bookshop

It's outside the border of Jason's territory, but he feels sorta responsible for it, given that he frequents the place.

It's a little out of his way, but the atmosphere is nice, alright? Clean, with soft lighting, but not sterile or corporate like the bigger places downtown. The owners are an older couple who Jason has met a couple of times, and they seem pretty happy with the new location. They're collectors, really, who run the shop to make ends meet.

Mostly, Jason talks to their employee. Jazz.

Jazz works in the afternoons and evenings, after her classes. She goes to Gotham U, double majoring in pre-med and psych, on top of a full time job, because she's almost as insane as a bat. She assures Jason that she does alright, gets a little downtime to study on her shifts.

She always makes time to talk to Jason.

Jazz is an interesting person to talk books with. She cares less about plot and literary themes, and more about diagnosing every character with their own personal malady of the mind. She dissects their thought processes and behaviors, ruthless in her analysis.

She's gonna be a brain surgeon someday, open people up and see what really makes them tick. Jason doesn't doubt it for a second.

So maybe Jason is a little bit in love with her.

It's not a big deal. Obviously it's not going anywhere. It's just nice to have something normal, to talk to someone normal, about normal stuff like books and college and sibling antics.

Jazz's stories about her sibling, Danny, rival Jason's own, and his family is fucking disastrous. Jason isn't actually sure if Dan is older or younger than Jazz is, or, for that matter, what pronouns he should use for them, since Jazz mixes it up pretty regularly. He knows that Jazz absolutely adores them, though, and it's heartwarming, the way she smiles as she talks.

All of that to explain why Red Hood is keeping an eye on a brownstone that technically falls outside of his territory.

There's a girl inside that he needs to keep safe.

-

“Hey bud, late night?” Dick asks the man lying prone in an alley, a block away from the Iceberg Lounge.

The response is slurred with sleep and muffled by a cheek pressed hard into asphalt. “S'at you, Dick?”

“Sure is. We've got to stop meeting like this,” Dick tells him, and means it.

The guy's name is Dan. No last name offered, which was fair, since Dick hasn't mentioned his.

What was weird was that Dan didn't give Penguin his last name, either, when he signed his employment contract. Just Dan.

Penguin has been trying to expand his influence into Bludhaven, and Dick's been trying to figure out why. Cobblepot is a very Gotham sort of gangster, all wrapped up in the city's ideas of style and respectability; Dick honestly would've thought that Blud was beneath him. He needs to figure out who he's contacting and what they're offering him, and he needs to do it before Penguin can get a foothold on his turf.

Running into Dan was a side effect. Dick didn't mean to keep doing it. It's just that Dan has this weird habit of completely disregarding trivial concerns such as his own health and safety, and doing weird shit like, as a random example, getting tired, laying down, and passing out. In the middle of the street. In Gotham.

The main part of Dan's job seems to be bouncing at the club. It makes sense—if you wanted to hire a guy as muscle, you couldn't do much better than Dan. He's at least 6 and a half feet tall, with a chest wider than Jason's. 

But Dick has also seen Dan traveling with Penguin before. Add in the fact that it's almost impossible to dig up info on him, and that tailing him is somehow even harder, and a picture starts to come together. A very vague, very suspicious picture.

It's too bad that Dick sort of likes him, and that he's incredibly hot.

Dan has removed his face from the alley floor, and is in the process of pushing himself up. “Not your business, man,” he retorts. “What are you, a cop?”

Dick can't help a wry chuckle at that. “Not anymore.”

“No shit?” Dan asks, hauling himself to his feet. He towers over Dick like that, but it's hard to be intimidated by a man whose cheek is red and pockmarked by little bits of gravel. Dick is legitimately embarrassed that he finds it charming. He needs to get better taste in men. “Yeah, no, that makes sense,” Dan continues, looking Dick up and down. “No way they could keep your ass on the force.”

“Oh yeah?” Dick asks.

Dan snorts. “I can smell the idealism on you from here.” He starts walking, heading straight past Dick, who falls into step beside him. “You remind me of this kid I know.”

Dick gives an interested hum, hoping that if he doesn't interrupt, Dan will elaborate, but no dice.

“So, where're you taking me this time?” the big man asks, still leading, and Dick stifles a grin at how silly the whole thing is.

“Maybe if I take you out for coffee, you won't faceplant onto any more concrete,” he says, reaching up to brush off some of the little rocks. Dan stutters to a stop as Dick touches his cheek, letting him, then strides off again as soon as he's done.

“Don't care, as long as you're paying.”

Dick stops him with a tug to his arm. “Coffee shop's this way,” he explains, pointing, and Dan doesn't hesitate, pivoting to take the lead once again. Dick rushes to keep up with his not-date, a criminal who he literally picked up off the street and who has no idea where he's going. He can't see his own smile, but he knows from experience that it is both delighted and a little manic. He admits to himself, begrudgingly, that he likes his men with something wrong with them.

-

The biggest reason that Tim played so much Doomed with Ghost_Boy, a couple of years ago, was that they were the only player he knew who kept hours as weird as his were. There were worse reasons to form a friendship. Ghost_Boy was a great player, and was always funny in chat. They were upbeat when things went well, and they were sarcastic but not bitter when things went poorly. Playing for the game's sake eventually changed to booting up the game to hang out with Ghost_Boy. They talked about how different their lives were, with Ghost_Boy in the midwest and Tim in the crime capital of America, and they talked about the things they had in common, like falling asleep in class. It was Tim's favorite form of stress relief, back then, when being Robin was new and overwhelming.

Then Tim got busy. No, that wasn't true—Tim had always been busy. More like, Tim's life fell to shambles, over and over again, and he stopped making time for stress relief when the very concept seemed out of his reach.

That was over dramatic. Tim fell off the game, and didn't keep in contact with his friend. That's all there was to it.

That was all there was to it, until a few nights ago, when he booted up his old Doomed file for nostalgia's sake and found a message from Ghost_Boy, sent a couple months back, that said he was planning to move to Gotham and, if Tim wanted, he'd be happy to meet up.

Tim immediately replied in the affirmative, and then he freaked out that he'd done that and started cyber stalking the guy. He couldn’t be bothered to pretend to be embarrassed by this behavior. He knew who he was.

Daniel Fenton was, in fact, a real teenager from a real midwestern town (Amity Park, Illinois.) He had moved to Gotham right when his message said he would, and lived with his older sister, Jasmine (who had custody over him,) and his younger sister, Danielle.

And that was where Tim was planning to stop his research, for the sake of his friend's privacy. Once he confirmed that he wasn't being catfished by either a supervillain or a run-of-the-mill creep, he was going to stop looking.

But Danielle Fenton's situation was incredibly weird.

Apparently, she had never lived with Daniel, Jasmine, and their parents before. Instead, after she was born, she'd been adopted by the kids’ godfather, eccentric billionaire Vlad Masters, and he was still her legal guardian. It was only after the Doctors Jack and Madeline died that she moved in with her siblings and started attending Gotham Academy, states away from her adoptive parent.

Vlad Masters was a man of eclectic tastes. The stories about him in the news were always covering some weird investment he had made, like purchasing a cheese castle in Wisconsin, or buying up property in Green Bay just to have a stake in the Packers, or pouring money into experimental forms of alternative energy. He was always refined in his public appearances, but he had the desperate edge of new money wanting to fit in with the old. Tim knew of him, but had never given him much thought before. He'd never made a move into Gotham, after all.

But the whole story was bizarre. Masters had gone to college with the Fentons, the three of them creating their own field of study in “Ectology,” before Masters had been contaminated in a lab accident, bedridden and unable to finish his degree. Jack and Maddie had continued their research, garnering just enough interest in their work to receive the funding needed to keep afloat, until some sort of breakthrough a few years ago added validity to their theories. They were practically celebrities in the niche forums Tim skimmed through. Masters, meanwhile, stopped working directly in the sciences and instead turned to networking, gaining some generous help from the friends he made and playing the stock market like a fiddle, until he was one of the most well known and lucrative investors in the world. He owned a few companies publicly, and managed some others under the table (Tim had to snort at the ridiculous naming of Dalv Co.) 

And then the Fentons had kids, and they raised two of them (seemingly quite happily, if the photos on their memorialized facebook accounts meant anything.) And then, for some reason, they named the third one nearly identically to their second child and gave her straight to Vlad. Masters raised the girl in Wisconsin, until suddenly relocating to Amity Park and becoming the town's mayor. There he stayed, until the Fenton's recent passing in a lab accident of their own.

Tim doesn't know what it all adds up to. But there was something going on, with both Vlad Masters and the Fentons, and if there's something nefarious in Masters’ actions or his wealth, it could be entirely possible that Daniel was a plant—a way for him to get an in with the Waynes. Tim has to be cautious, and he has to get to the bottom of this.

That's why Tim is waiting in a coffee shop, pretending to be engrossed in his laptop while keeping an eye on the door, waiting for the appearance of a teen with black hair and blue eyes.

Tim idly thinks that Bruce had better not adopt this one.

[fangthroat]

say it with me kids. just cause i experience nonhumanism, alterhumanity, otherkin feelings, physical and non physical therian feelings, gender identity a certain way doesn’t mean someone else does. my experiences do not define the labels others use to define themselves. i can freely and happily explore my identity whatever that entails no matter how many times it changes. it is okay if i explore something and it turns out it isn’t for me. gender sexuality and species identities cannot be limited by rules and boxes. no you are not faking it if you truly and deeply feel a certain way. i don’t have to seek validation from others to confirm my feelings and my experiences. i don’t have to be like everyone else to feel validated.

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[mxmarsbars]

doodle dump

(featuring traffic!impulse having an identity crisis, clock duo tweaking out, a team up i want next life series season, and gay people) (nothing’s new)

[soleminisanction]

So a while back I ran the numbers to confirm a suspicion that fandom trends towards a trans Tim Drake, and there's a lot of bits and pieces around his canon material that I think contributes to that interest. But there's a particular, subtle one that's been poking at my mind a lot because I think it might actually be a pretty significant factor that nobody really notices:

His costumes.

The original Robin costume, the one Dick and Jason wore, is childish but exposing. It's innocent enough when they're being drawn as spunky children, but during the period when Dick's still wearing it into his late teens and early 20s, it's practically as revealing as a lot of the women's costumes (and, in retrospect, almost certainly laid some of the groundwork for him sometimes being sexualized by the art and writing the way female characters normally are -- George Pérez, at least, absolutely put him on display every bit as much as he did Starfire and Donna).

Damian's costumes, meanwhile, lean more into archaic/fantasy armor designs and are thus largely genderless outside some vague allusions to the codename's Robin Hood roots. And Steph's is, well, a minidress, and one designed to show off her figure, drawing explicit attention to her femininity.

But then you have Tim's most iconic costume, his original one, which is not only fully covering in a way the original look isn't, it also, by virtue of being designed in the 90s, sports a very specific feature: molded body armor shaped to look like pectoral and abdominal muscles. In other words -- an idealized male body.

Not every artist always included that detail, but it was an explicit part of the design that you don't see as much these days, at least not for teen heroes. Which means it's inadvertently the perfect costume for a trans masculine Boy Wonder. It's got built-in body shaping. The cape and tunic layers even help to make his shoulders look wider.

Tim's second costume, the OYL later suit, doesn't explicitly have this body shaping element, but some artists still hint at it in the same way that Dick's Nightwing suits do (ie, we assume they're not showing off their real muscles with skintight suits for safety reasons, but who knows). Plus it comes with the bonus gay longing of changing the colors to mourn the dead crush he's too deep in the closet to recognize.

And then you've got his modern Robin look which has the same kind of shaping going on in a sleaker, more subtle way, though it can vary from artist to artist how much the red part of his suit is drawn as a breast plate vs. a part of the bodysuit.

As a bonus, the design also has a tendency to make him look lean and lithe, in an interesting contrast to Damian who, despite being physically smaller than Tim, tends to have a presence that makes him come across as stockier and more solid, possibly because he's more heavily armored.

You even see this with some of Tim'snon-Robin looks. I've mentioned this elsewhere but, the original Red Robin look making him look older when the cowl was up honestly makes a lot of sense. That suit was originally designed for a Dick Grayson who was pushing 60 to conceal the extent of his age while still communicating his maturity and development. It makes sense that it'd work the other way, to make 17 year old Tim look like he's in his late 20s/early 30s.

It's tunic over a body suit design is also just aesthetically pleasing in terms of forming an elegant male body type, the same way a well-cut suit can be. Again, it does especially nice things for the shoulders, which is why I personally prefer it to the fully bodysuit redesign they give him in the latter part of the series. Although as we can see from the details in Marcus To's art, even that body suit has seams strategically placed to suggest muscles.

And then of course there's the 2016 Rebirth era Red Robin costume, which is just a more heavily-armored version of his classic Robin look that's trying really hard to make him look masculine and mature, which means... exaggerated muscles.

And the thing is, it's not that this doesn't happen with other characters' costumes. But for various reasons it specifically didn't happen with the other Robin costumes, like I described at the start.

Which is not something I think people consciously notice. But I do know that, when I was writing my transmasc Tim fanfic a few years before realizing that I myself was also transmasc, one of the images that solidified the story for me was how good it would've felt the first time a transmasc Tim put on his new Robin costume and saw the Boy Wonder looking back at him. And I remember specifically thinking about how nice the shaped armor would be for that sort of thing.

It's kinda funny how an obvious attempt to enforce gender norms wound up, for lack of a better term, backfiring, at least in my opinion. There's just something about exaggerating the masculinity of Robin, a role designed to contrast and foil the already exaggerated masculine ideal of Batman, that makes it feel like a performance.

[multiheadcanons]

MERCENARIES, AS QUEER AS YOU CAN GET ‘EM

scout: probably the straightest guy on the team. i think scout suffers more from being touch starved than he is actively a man lover, but that begins the argument of what makes a “genuine queer” and i have no interest in having that debate. its pride month and i got back pain and bills due. i don’t care. fact of the matter is, scout is a certified lady lover. he’s just surrounded by men, and rarely let off the base. so where else is he supposed to get attention from? furthest i’m willing to go in terms of gender is that he might be a passing trans man, because narratively it would make almost more sense if he were to be touch starved and trans and almost dealing with resurfacing struggles of what it means to him to be accepted by men. also penis addition surgery by medic, yk, lil franken-penis action, he can live my dream a lil bit. but i really just think that’s a touch starved young white guy. and i think every mercenary has refused to touch him in any way that could ever be mistaken as more than friendly. and scout wouldn’t fuck pyro, thats his friend. they’re married as a joke.

soldier: soldier is absolutely fruity by most homophobes’ standards. soldier considers it a natural appreciation of the male body, of which there is absolutely nothing wrong with. soldier is also batshit insane, and has blood on his hands from telling the wrong guys they look good. soldier does not care, nor does he consider giving compliments “gay”. and taking the compliment is always smarter when it comes from soldier, because soldier is an equal rights loyalist. he doesn’t care if you’re gay, straight, a dude, a lady, greek or an octopus primed for calamari, if your ass looks good he’ll let you know, and in that same breath he will fight anyone who wants to act funny. if you want to get in his face about it he’ll get right back in yours.

pyro: when you figure out what’s going on in pyro’s pants, you let me know and i’ll let you know what their situation with gender is. another offense member who is severely afflicted by being touch starved. the thing about pyro is pyro doesn’t care. you actually couldn’t pay pyro all of the money in the world to give a shit enough to answer the question of who they like. if someone likes pyro, pyro is in love with them. if someone is nice to pyro, that’s a twenty thousand dollar investment in the Pyro Murder Firm. showing pyro an iota of human decency and kindness will put them on their knees. they have proposed to every member of the team except spy. everyone has agreed. so pyro has seven husbands and you better not put a harmful finger on any of them.

demoman: demoman is one of few openly queer members of the team, and he dares anyone to speak up against that, because he’s got a set of twins called his left and right fist who are happy to educate you. tavish is cis and bi, with no real preference one way or another. as long as you’re of drinking age and confident demo will drop trowel. and tavish is very secure in himself! he will drop many stories of his sexual and romantic escapades, he has many! but if you have anything smart to say be prepared to back it up physically. and tavish knows that, at least for him, a skirt and heels did not a lady make. not of him. but he is also well aware that he is handsome, and does not need any adjusting in that department. demo’s mother kind of missed the shame boat, half the time she literally couldn’t see what he was doing, and when his father passed she tried to keep his spirits up. so shame was never something tavish was raised on, and now he’s an adult and it just doesn’t work. he will still go out in a skirt and heels, and pull plenty.

heavy: when the team started talking about how soldier might be a little… limp wrist motion; this became something heavy stood with soldier on ten toes down. the team was a little shocked, and frankly a little scared, because he defended soldier so hard. and heavy does not defend soldier on anything. very quickly the team caught exactly what he was throwing. the closet is made of dented metal, and the door is open. you almost think it’s empty, but if you stare long enough you can see him stare back at you. heavy does not deny that he feels aroused at women. he isn’t sure what to do when it’s men. so he doesn’t talk about it. he is enraptured with anyone who is physically striking, regardless of who they are or what they’re presenting as. it stuns him. he gets lost. one could call him attracted to aesthetics. and this makes sense in his mind with women. he’s not quite sure why the men are giving him the same feelings. there is something about a man’s weathered body. and something about the hair. it’s soft in a different way. and the way they sound. it stokes a different flame. he cannot find a connection between his preferences for men and women. he doesn’t want to forsake one for the other, either.

engineer: engineer is an enigma to the team and he likes it that way. these men are catty, and who he brings to his bed is nobody’s business but his own. that being said, engineer is pretty gay. the closet is empty, with a neon sign: “dell was here”. it is rare a lady strikes his fancy; though not an entirely obsolete occurrence. and at this point, he’s not really given the time to meet other people anymore? and with him being so far away from home, it’s not really a risk anymore for him to enjoy the company of men. and because it’s something he can do now, he does it more often. it’s a win for him. and romance is pretty much off of the table with him, at least while he works. bee cave is less than twenty miles from austin, known as the queer capital of texas. he’s galavanted as a teen. snuck out, got drunk, saw men in dresses and felt some type of way. came to terms with the way he felt in a poorly fitting dress and drunken makeup at two in the morning, came to terms with how it felt to fuck it off. the queers love dell conagher, and dell conagher loves the queers. some queens and kens still recognize him. he’s beloved, though mainly a myth now in the bar scenes of his hometown.

medic: a human being who has come to terms with and learned to love the body assigned to him, so one could call him a man, sure. he wouldn’t disagree. he realizes he is handsome, and uses every privilege being a handsome man with skin the color of paper can afford him. the closet is made of glass and he stands firmly inside of it, scratching. most people don’t assume he’s queer because when he’s asked he says he’s widowed, which is an unarguably Worse answer to an already invasive question. herbert is solidly aromantic. he’s passionate about his job, he cares for this team, he cares for his birds, and even has tender feelings for misha, of which he has struggled with. because it can’t be called love. obsessive favoritism; genuine worry and heartstopping tenderness. he has lost sleep, and punched walls, and screamed into the night sky for this man. he calls misha his best friend, with an intense gaze and an overwhelming confirmation of his commitment. he would probably never publicly say he loves others. not conventionally, which— societally— means he doesn’t. nobody would be loved by him and be satisfied, unless you yourself do not love conventionally. you may never have a husband, but you will have a man who can move mountains. very attracted to masculinity, though a woman wild enough may have a ghost of a chance.

sniper: sniper is autistic, which influences his rejection of natural gender roles. he doesn’t have the language to say that, he just says he thinks everyone should know how to do their laundry and butcher a chicken, and he doesn’t want kids. and sometimes his hair gets long and he doesn’t have the energy to cut it. sniper groans the second expectations become a topic of conversation. he wonders why its anyone’s business. and sniper is a personable guy, and gets along with most everyone! same way most everyone gets along with him. he’ll never have a wife, or a husband, but he might have a permanent roommate. they might only share one bed! they might cuddle at night. who knows, what is known is that becoming someone sniper considers family is having a permanent fallback in the form of a quiet australian keeping an eye on you; and you reciprocate by keeping your eye on him, too.

spy: spy will fuck any humanoid thing above the legal age with a pulse if he’s up for it. it’s a recurring joke around the base. another of the few openly queer mercenaries; spy has never denied himself an experience or a good time. and between the jobs and the operation and the destruction of what he knew to be his life prior to mann co, spy has lost himself. he is spy. that is who and what he is. and human, if he doesn’t think about what the doctor has done to him. he is everything and nothing at once, and there is a penis attached to his body, and because he’s never experienced having a vagina, he doesn’t particularly care about gender enough to associate as anything more than a man. he works more during sex and he imagines that’s the main difference. this body is fine. it does what he needs it to do. it’s more accurate to call spy an occupational crossdresser, and in a modern era, he may have even been a drag performer. if putting on a silicone triple Z bust and turning his grown man penis into a barbie vagina makes him money, give him the sign up sheet. he does more for less.

[aashidoodles]

Drew some of the main digimon cybersleuth girlies

[someone-else-entirely]

Me, a child, reading A Series Of Unfortunate Events and seeing that Duncan, Isadora, and Quigley Quagmire are meant to look eerily similar to one another: "Ah. Identical triplets."

Me, a teenager, learning about how genetics work and realizing that a boy and a girl cannot be identical twins/triplets/etc: "Nevermind. Fraternal triplets who just happen to look super similar."

Me now: "They are in fact identical and Isadora is trans"

[rabidfreak]

☣︎　Biojectum｡

A flag for Objectums who feel (any type) of attraction to the Biohazard symbol.

Coined by﹔ RabidFreak

[sforzesco]

BALAK, PANGAGAD

uhhh conspiracy. can be a courtship dance. ritual. so to speak. & hosting one in your house is an act of service

[friendsinsolitude]

man if i can be real for a second i think a lot of people take one look at mizuki as a character, see that she’s sad and trans, and then come to the conclusion that she’s sad and insecure about being trans, and honestly i think that’s just plain contradicted by the text. mizuki’s identity is literally the thing she’s most secure in. it’s something she’ll never yield even. her angst isn’t about a struggle with her identity, it’s about the struggle against a society that denies her at every turn, and the conditioning that then instills in her to flinch before the other shoe drops, because it always drops, until it doesn’t.

sometimes i see mizuki presenting masculinely in middle school presented as evidence that she wavered in her identity, but that’s fundamentally untrue. she knew exactly who she was, but she was backed into a corner where being herself and being met with scorn was entirely fucking agonizing and exhausting, so in order to continue living she felt she had to kill herself metaphorically, which ultimately didn’t really help because the problem people have with her isn’t actually her observable behaviour but her very existence as something outside of the societally enforced norm. the knowledge that there’s “something off” about her corrupts absolutely, regardless of if she wears pants or a skirt. and that’s what she has a problem with, the way she’s treated for just wanting to exist as herself, not her self. she’s insecure in her place in society, through repeated denial it’s become incredibly hard to trust that anyone can accept her, that the way she’s treated by society at large will be a burden on anyone who gets too close to her, that the rug will inevitably be pulled out from under her like so many times before. she’s not particularly insecure in her identity itself, she knows who she is, she’s cute.