#anyways. I just think women shave too much

[arseniccattails]

When women (cis or trans) have facial hair, well, I think that is very cool of them.

[allfearstofallto]

C, H, I, L, D, E for Childe 😋😋!! (Keeping up with the theme of Childe lovers in ur ask box)

YOU CHILDE FANS MAKE ME SICK!!

Anyways, this was so fucking fun to write, thanks you!!

TW: finishing inside, breeding, public sex, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, prostitution (??) (kinda?? spoilers he fucks for information)

ABSOLUTELY 18+ MINORS DNI

C um - Anything to do with cum, basically

His seed is precious. It's what he'll use to make children with you soon, so why shouldn't it be deep inside you? Your tight hole swallows him so much, it's able to take a little more. No matter what position he fucks you in, whether it's on your back with your legs up, or bent over whatever piece of furniture is the closest, he finishes inside you. He holds steady with his hips pressed against yours until every drop of him is inside you. His favorite part is pulling out and watching his cum dribble out, happy to have bred you with it.

H air - How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?

Orange is his hair color across his whole body, including down below. Coming from Snezhnaya, where the cold is constant, he isn't partial to shaving any of it. Childe makes sure it's well groomed, trimming it if it ever gets too long or uncomfortable, but he prefers his pubic hairs longer.

The sight of you with your lips around his cock is already outstanding, but when he forces your head down, making you take him all the way to base, he hisses in delight. Your nose pressed against his long patch of pubes, drool and slobber leaking down onto it messily, makes him never want to cut it.

I ntimacy - How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect

He can fuck you until you're weak in the knees, unable to stand the next morning and he does like it better this way. But he also is able to be slow and sensual as well. If you're good to him, he's good to you, bringing you to the point of multiple orgasms with his fingers and tongue.

Even he can't stand a slow pace for too long though and eventually he'll start fucking into you roughly against, his dick aching for relief. But he'll still kiss you all over, praising you for taking him so well.

L ocation - Favorite places to do the do

Childe prefers places that are semi public. Places where he could get caught, but most likely won't. Places where even if a person were to walk by, the act could be covered quickly and with ease.

His favorite is the living room of his manor, with all the large windows open. You'd still be wearing your long dress, just with your panties pulled to the side and with his cock was pulled from his pants. Your bounce up and down on his dick, the fabric of your dress being enough to cover the scene. If anyone were to see, they'd think you were just too lovers, cuddling together on the couch. Little did they know he was actively creaming your insides as they walked past.

D irty secret - Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

As much as he doesn't like to admit it, he doesn't let his cum go to waste. If you're not there to swallow it down in your mouth or pussy, then he'll drink it himself. He cums into his hand and laps it up, letting the salty liquid flow into his mouth.

Originally he did it out of what felt like obligation, but as time went on, he started to enjoy it. A part of him secretly got off on swallowing it himself, his cock growing hard as he remembered the taste.

E xperience - How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

He's just about as experienced as you'd expect from someone with a face as pretty as his. Women fall at his feet constantly, so of course he's had his fair share of tastes. His perceptiveness is what really sells him though. His ability to tell slight differences in moans, or even feeling which spots make you tighten more than others.

His skills are used for more than one off flings though. While he prefers to do things the brute force way, he knows that not all missions can be solved with fists. The best way to get information out of someone, is to give them what they want, and usually that thing is his body. He'll blow their mind in bed for the right price, a deal is a deal, after all.

[paper-mario-wiki]

why are you so pretty?

mostly through a lot of effort put into personal development, becoming more in tune with hygiene routines to clean up my appearance and self confidence, catching myself when im not standing/sitting up straight to make my posture better, eating a little more healthy so ive got more energy during the day, teaching myself how to put on and wear makeup, and through LOOOOOOOTS of selfies taken until i get the exact right angle that doesnt show off too much of my protruding brow or my love handles and nothing too close to the camera so you cant see the dense dark beard hair under my skin because it's still there even if im clean shaven if im not wearing enough foundation.

i didn't fall into looking like this and taking selfies as often as i do by chance. i didn't start taking hormones and instantly realize "oh now i like myself!" (though that definitely helped the process). it was through directed long-term effort and attention to myself and specific needs i didnt even realize i wasnt filling. i honestly think a lot of my "prettiness" is just in the confidence im willing to let myself have in my appearance that i didnt have before, and that's because i started taking stuff like this more seriously, and my body has felt better as a result. and it is kind of a drag to keep all of that up (ya know, the thing that all women have to do to be accepted by society, which also becomes significantly more difficult if you are even remotely disabled), but most of the things i talked about are just healthy decisions that most people might benefit from hearing anyway.

the ultimate "first step" is to make a single small decision, because you cant start a whole program all at once. my first step (when i was still "Chase" by the way) was trying on cutting soda out of my diet, brushing out my hair more often, and shaving the beard that i'd been using to cover as much of my face as possible for years. if you want to make Big Sweeping Changes to your life, try starting with stuff like that!

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Batting Practice Part 13 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You don't show up to the game the next day, and Bradley has to face Molly's wrath when she comes in your place. His heart is broken as he feels the consequences of his words, but he finally realizes just how much you and Everett mean to him. Then he sees you at Everett's Career Day, but you're not making it easy on him.

Warnings: Angst, swearing

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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Bradley sat up most of the night in his sad apartment, sipping on a bottle of bourbon and feeling like a prize asshole. He had finally found a woman he thought he could settle down with, thought the three of you could maybe be a family, but he managed to fuck all of it up before you were even properly dating him.

This was just so on brand for him, it was laughable. Every bad decision that could be made about women, well he made them. He just had to go spouting off for weeks on end that he didn't date moms with baggage, and now Jake had made everything blow up in his face. 

The problem was, Bradley actually had said all of that shit, but that was before he really got to know you and Everett. It made him sick now to think about the implications of what he had said. 

You hated him now. He knew you must. He had managed to hurt your feelings so deeply, he didn't know if you would ever look at him again. But the truth was, Bradley was the one with all the baggage. He was the one who didn't know how to make the right decisions. He was the one who made everything too complicated. Not you. Not Everett. The two of you were perfect. And he thought for a moment that he could have you. But now he knew he had been wrong again.

And there was no doubt in his mind that Carole Bradshaw would be so disappointed in him right now. Because she would have reacted the same way that you had. She would have stood up for her only son and protected him no matter what.

He groaned as he got to his feet, swaying as he set down his half empty bottle of alcohol on the kitchen counter. He needed to get it together and make it to the tee ball game in six hours. 

You would be there! He could try to talk to you then. Unless you kept Everett home instead. Bradley felt like crying, so he just dragged himself to his bed and passed out with his uniform pants still on.

Bradley's alarm barely woke him up as he dragged his sandpaper tongue across his teeth and moaned. His head was throbbing, but he managed to get up and get right in the shower at the prospect of seeing you. He didn't have time to shave or eat, but he did make it to the ballfield early, just in case.

"You look like shit," Bob told him, and his expression was something akin to disappointment.

Bradley closed his eyes briefly. "I feel worse. Promise."

"Did you talk to her?" Bob asked. Bradley wasn't exactly sure how much everyone knew. He hadn't stayed at the bar for very long after you left, preferring to drink at home alone. Chalk that up to another poor decision made. 

"She doesn't want to talk to me. I'm such an idiot."

Bob just kind of shrugged as he set things up for their game against the Tiny Blue Jays. "Molly is angry, too," Bob informed him. "She's barely texted me back since yesterday." 

Now Bradley felt even worse, because Bob's relationship with your sister shouldn't have to be the collateral damage of his word vomit. "I'm so sorry."

"I'll figure it out," Bob mumbled. "And you need to apologize to Team Mom until she forgives you. Did you tell her that you said all of that stuff a long time ago? You barely even knew her then."

"Yeah, but I still said it," Bradley replied, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips. "And between the slap to my face and the valid points she was yelling at me, I didn't get a chance to try to explain myself. But she's not going to want to hear it anyway."

Then Bradley's heart was skipping erratically in his chest, making his head throb more. When he saw Everett in his blue uniform, he squinted against the sunlight and almost took off running. But it wasn't you. It was Molly. And she looked pissed as hell. 

"I'll be right back," Bob mumbled and headed for her instead. Which was fine with Bradley, because now something much worse was happening. Everett was bounding toward him, and he didn't know how he was supposed to react. He just braced himself for the pain.

"Hi, Coach Bradley! See? I remembered to call you Coach Bradley instead of just Bradley since it's a tee ball day. When can we go back to the park again?"

Bradley wanted to cry. "Hey, kiddo. I missed you all week when I was away." And that was the honest truth. 

Everett just shrugged. "Practice was still fun, because my mom made it funny. And we won our last game, even though you weren't there. Do you think you can still win Coach of the Year if you missed a game?"

Bradley reached for Everett and pulled him in for a brief hug while Molly glared at him right past Bob's elbow. 

"Where's your mom, kiddo? Is she coming?"

Everett shook his head. "No, she was crying this morning, even though she didn't want me to know it. She does that sometimes, but it's usually only right after we see my dad."

Fuck. Bradley made you cry as hard as Danny did. Just when he thought he couldn't possibly feel worse, the honest words from a first grader twisted the knife a little deeper. Bradley had assured you that he was better than both Frank and Danny, but he was actually the worst one of the bunch. 

"You want me to help you with your cleats?" Bradley asked, and soon he was changing Everett's shoes while Molly kissed Bob on the cheek. He felt a tiny bit better that maybe he didn't fuck things up for Bob as well as himself. But then Everett said something that made him want to drink another bottle of bourbon and pass out. 

"Coach Bradley, are you still excited for the Phillies game next weekend?"

Bradley froze with the laces halfway tired on Everett's right shoe. He swallowed hard; in all of his fucking up, Bradley had forgotten about the upcoming game. He was going to have to disappoint Everett, because there was no way you would let him take your son to the game now. 

But he didn't know what to say other than, "So excited, kiddo." Then he sent Everett to start warming up while he pulled out his phone and tried to call you again. Voicemail. A second time. Voicemail. He'd left you so many messages already, but he decided to leave another one.

"Kitten. I'm sorry. I miss you. Please, Kitten. Please, call me back."

Bradley was surprised the Tiny Eagles managed to win the game. He was having such a hard time focusing as Molly's glare was burning a hole in his back. But every time he turned toward her, she was looking elsewhere. When the game ended, he took off in her direction, leaving Bob to clean everything up. 

"Where is she? Is she okay? Is she at home?" he asked Molly, who was finally looking directly at him as she stood up. 

"That's none of your business," she said, and Bradley knew he wasn't going to get anywhere with her, but he was going to try anyway.

"Molly, listen, I fucked up. I said that shit before I really knew her. Before I really knew what I wanted."

She crossed her arms over her chest, and the look on her face had Bradley taking a step backwards. "You called Everett baggage," she hissed as her eyes flashed. And if her sister was a Kitten, then Molly was a feral street cat that desperately wanted to give Bradley rabies. 

"Please, I'm begging you. Will you talk to her for me? Ask her to call me back?"

Molly's harsh laugh had him feeling hopeless. "She doesn't owe you anything, and neither do I. She's not your girlfriend. And now she's never going to be your girlfriend."

"Molly! What do I have to do to get her to talk to me?" Bradley asked, ready to beg on his knees for the chance to explain himself. "I made a mistake. But I care about her. And Ev."

Molly shook her head sadly at him. "Even Frank wasn't this bad. At least he didn't mind that she has a son. Who, by the way, is the sweetest child in existence." Now Molly looked like she was going to cry.

Bradley took his hat off and balled it up in his hands. He realized he probably looked insane right now, but he just needed to know how to get you to listen. "I can explain myself to her. I'll beg her to listen to me. I'll bring more flowers and more baseball cards for Ev. I'll-"

Molly cut him off with a jab of her index finger to his chest. "You can bring all the flowers and cards you want, but that doesn't change the fact that you're not good enough for her. You're not good enough for them!"

His voice was soft now, because he knew she was right. "Molly, please help me talk to her."

"You know, she wants to pull Ev from the team," Molly replied, picking up his gear bag as he ran over. Bradley felt sick; he wouldn't get to see you or Everett anymore. "The only reason she's not going to pull him is because of the friends he's made, and because she's a better person than you. But she thought about it. I hope you know you hurt her that bad."

Everett plopped down on the bench, and Bradley watched Molly instantly switch modes and turn into the loving aunt that she normally was. He really was bringing out the worst in everyone right now. 

When Everett was all ready to leave, and he and Molly were heading for her car, Bradley jogged up next to him. "Kiddo? Can you tell your mom something for me?"

"Sure, Coach," he replied, smiling up at Bradley like he always did. 

Molly was staring daggers at him again as he said, "Tell her I was wrong before, but now I have my priorities straight."

"Come on, Ev," Molly told him, taking him by the hand and pulling him along. "We need to go."

Bradley knew he wasn't like Danny or Frank, and he just needed an opportunity to prove it. But he didn't want to upset Everett who was looking back at him with wide eyes. "Tell her I miss her, and I can't wait to see her next time! Bye, Kiddo!"

"Bye, Coach!"

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Luckily Molly was working overnight tonight and offered to take Everett to his game, because you were in no way ready to see Bradley today. Your heart was actually broken, and you were just so embarrassed. 

Your kid's hot tee ball coach. Could you possibly be any more predictable? Any more of a chiche?

You were still in your pajamas forcing down some toast when Molly brought Everett back home around noon. "We ate lunch," she told you. "Everett wanted the baseball Happy Meal toy."

"Thanks," you mumbled, knowing that your little sister who spent the night holding your hand wouldn't judge you for looking like a mess right now.

"Mommy, are you sick today?" Ev asked, and your heart sank.

"Yeah, Ev. I'm not feeling great."

He set his Happy Meal toy down and started taking off his shoes. "I know what will make you feel better! Coach said he missed you! And he can't wait to see you next time. And that he has his prior tires straight."

Molly sighed and shook her head. "He means priorities."

"Yeah. Priorities," Everett said, agreeing with her. 

You felt like crying all over again, and now your phone was vibrating with another call from him. You ignored it as Molly told Everett to grab a snack and eat it out on the back deck. Once he was out of earshot, you told your sister, "He keeps calling and texting me. I don't understand why he cares so much, since I'm clearly a joke to him and all of his friends."

Molly sprawled out on your couch. "He actually seems upset, and I am telling you that begrudgingly, because I want to hate him."

You twisted your fingers together, afraid to know, but you asked anyway. "Did he say anything to you?" 

"Yeah," Molly said with a laugh. "Plenty. He begged me to get you to talk to him. I honestly thought he was going to plead on his knees. He said he made a mistake, and he doesn't feel that way now at all."

Oh. Well that was interesting. Your phone vibrated again. 

"And Bob said Bradley is an idiot, but he didn't think he was actually trying to hurt you," Molly added. "Of course I also asked Bob if he knew that Bradley felt like kids were baggage and moms were a waste of time."

"What did he say?" you whispered, setting your phone down before you caved and answered it.

"Bob said he would find it hard to believe that Bradley actually felt that way now, based on how much he loves you and Everett. He used those words, not me."

Your heart was pounding as your doorbell rang, and Molly sprang up to answer it. "Oh, shit," Molly mumbled as she carried several huge bouquets of colorful flowers into the kitchen.

As you opened the card attached to the first one you picked up, your eyes went wide. All of the cards said the same thing, written in Bradley's handwriting. 

I'm so sorry, Kitten. You and Everett are NOT baggage. You're perfect. I didn't mean it. Please, talk to me.

"Well, you don't need all of these flowers, so I'm taking some to my apartment," Molly said, kissing your cheek as she scooped up a few bouquets. "I'll come by in the morning after work."

And then she was gone, and you were sitting inside a massive floral display with very mixed emotions. 

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Bradley went home and drank the rest of Saturday away until he was asleep. If Molly wasn't willing to help him, and he could understand why she wasn't, then he would have to figure this out on his own. Because at this point, he didn't know what he was going to do without you and Everett. He needed you. He needed to fix this. 

On Sunday morning, he took a shower and got himself cleaned up. Two days of looking like a disaster was enough, so he dumped the rest of the bourbon down the drain as well. Then he grabbed the one thing he needed and drove to your house, nervous as hell that you wouldn't answer the door for him even if you were home.

He parked behind Molly's car and sighed. She was acting as your bodyguard right now, that's how badly he had fucked up. Either you or Molly didn't want you to be left alone. He climbed out of his Bronco with the binder tucked under his arm, and he made his way up to your front porch.

Before he could even knock, the door swung open to reveal an exhausted looking Molly in wrinkled scrubs holding a cup of coffee. "What do you want now?" she asked, and Bradley stood back far enough that she would probably miss him if she tossed the coffee. 

"Will you please tell her I'm here?"

"She's not home," Molly replied coolly. 

"Her car is in the driveway," he replied.

Molly sighed. "She's soaking in the tub, and she doesn't want to talk to you."

Bradley ran his hand over his face, unsure how much he should push. But then Everett came bounding out onto the porch and into Bradley's arms.

"Coach! I mean Bradley! What are you doing here? The Phillies game isn't until next Sunday! And Career Day isn't until Wednesday!"

Bradley's heart clenched with need. If he couldn't take Everett to the Phillies game, he didn't know what he would do. The kid would be crushed, and truthfully, so would he. 

He knelt on the porch and held up the binder. "I just came by to give you this," Bradley told him, really examining his face. He looked so much like you. He could see some of Danny there as well, but there was no denying that Everett took after his mom. 

"What is it?" Everett asked, but when he opened it and saw the plastic pages filled with baseball cards, his eyes went wide. "No way! Are these for me?"

"Yep. All yours, kiddo." Bradley had grabbed one of his binders at random, and probably just handed a six year old a collection worth a thousand dollars. But he didn't care. It didn't matter. Bradley swallowed hard and glanced at Molly before he asked Everett, "How's your mom?"

Everett just shrugged while he looked at the baseball cards. "She said she doesn't feel good. Something must be hurting her, because she keeps crying sometimes."

Bradley let the feeling of dread wash over him as Molly sipped her coffee. "Do you think she would let me take you to the park and pitch some balls?" he asked. But before Everett could even get excited, Molly cut him off.

"Not today, Ev. Remember, I'm taking you to the movies after lunch."

Bradley pressed his lips together and patted Everett on the shoulder as he stood up. "Another day, then."

When Bradley pulled away from the curb, Everett was waving to him while holding the baseball card binder, and Molly was standing behind her nephew, flipping Bradley the middle finger. 

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On Monday, Bradley flew like shit. He couldn't pay attention, and he was honestly a little nervous that someone was going to get hurt. 

"What the fuck was that?" Nat asked him once they were back on the tarmac. "I'm team leader! You need to listen to me!"

"I'm sorry," he told her. "You're absolutely right. I'm just distracted today."

"If this is about your Team Mom, you need to leave it on the ground." Nat was seething, and she had every right to be. "I know Jake blew your cover, but I tried to tell you from the start that if you were interested in her, you needed to get used to the fact that she has a kid!"

Now Bradley was seething too, because nobody seemed to want to listen to his side of things. "I am used to it, Nat! I got used to it real quick! And I wouldn't want it any other way!"

"Then sort your shit out or leave it on the ground!" She stormed away from him without another word. 

Then Bradley saw Maverick strolling his way and he tightened his grip on his helmet. "Listen, Bradley. I don't know what the hell happened to you in Lemoore or what your weekend was like, but you can't be flying like that. It's a liability. I'm grounding you for the week."

"What the fuck, Mav!"

But he just held up his hand. "There's no point in arguing with me. The Admirals don't want you in the air for a few days." Then he turned and headed back to the tower leaving Bradley alone in the bright sunlight. 

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You skipped practice on Monday. It had been three days since Bradley had seen you, and the only thing holding his heart together was the fact that Everett was still happy to see him. 

"Hi, Coach Bradley!" he called with a wave as he ran ahead of Molly. 

When Bradley headed toward the bleachers to help him change his cleats, Bob grabbed him by the shoulder to stop him. "Hey, I'd steer clear of Molly if I were you. She's not your biggest fan at the moment." At least Bob's face looked sympathetic. 

"Yeah, I noticed."

Bob just kind of shrugged. "I took her out for dinner last night, and I tried my best to let her know you're not going to hurt her sister."

"Thanks," Bradley muttered. At least there was one person who didn't think he was horrible. 

Molly stood to the side and let Bradley tie Everett's cleats while he rambled on about how excited he was for Career Day. When he paused to take a breath, Bradley asked, "How's your mom, kiddo? She feeling better?"

"She's at a work meeting with someone named Frank," Everett replied, putting his Phillies cap on backwards to match with Bradley. He didn't like hearing that you were with Frank, potentially alone. But then Everett added, "She's still sad, too. She took my stuffed Phanatic to sleep with it. I think she remembered that you said it was good for if you're having a hard time."

Bradley closed his eyes for a beat. "You should go start warming up," he whispered, and Everett was off like a rocket running toward Bob. 

"She did give me a message for you," Molly told him as she sat on the bleachers and blew a kiss to Bob, who immediately started blushing. 

"What did she say?" he asked, preparing himself to beg her. 

"She wants you to stop sending flowers. I took some home, and she donated the rest to a nursing home. She said if you can't seem to stop, you can just send them directly to Bright Senior Living so she doesn't have to drive them there herself."

"Fuck," he growled, dropping down on the bench next to her and burying his face in his hands. He sat there for a bit as Bob started practice without him. He was so far out of his element. He had never chased a woman before in his life. He never saw the point in it until now. If he could figure out what to do, he would do it immediately. 

"You actually care about her?" Molly asked softly, and Bradley turned to look at her. 

"Not just her. Everett too. I can't get enough of either of them." His eyes were stinging as he watched Everett round the bases. 

"Then why did you call him baggage?"

Bradley stared at the turf. "Because I was terrified of falling for someone who was outside of my wheelhouse. Someone with more substance. Someone who would make it impossible to stop thinking about them." He stood, realizing it was time to go help Bob. "I'm an idiot. Truly, Molly, I do understand that. But I said all of that shit weeks and weeks ago, when I was just starting to realize that your sister meant something to me."

Molly nodded at him, and just as he was turning to head toward home plate, she said, "Then show her you care about them. And tell her what you told me. I'll let her know I can't bring Ev to practice on Thursday. And I'm pretty sure you're still on the roster for Career Day on Wednesday."

Bradley's heartbeat was speeding up. He felt more alive than he had since he was with you at the Hard Deck. "Thanks, Molly."

"Don't thank me. I'm still pissed at you. I just want my sister and nephew to be happy."

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You left work at lunchtime on Wednesday and headed to Everett's school. When you planned out a five minute presentation for his class, you realized he was right: you did have a boring job. How you were supposed to make accounting interesting for a bunch of six and seven year olds was beyond you. It also didn't help that you were having the shittiest week ever. 

Not only were you missing Bradley and trying to get over him, you had been forced to stay late and work with Frank on Monday. Well, he had volunteered to stay late when he heard you were going to. And now you couldn't even lie to him and say you were seeing Bradley to get him off your back. 

With a deep sigh, you opened your car door and headed across the parking lot in your suit and high heels, the hot sun making you uncomfortable in your long sleeves. 

And then you heard his voice in person for the first time since Friday night. "Kitten."

You turned to see Bradley walking up the sidewalk in his flight suit, boots, and aviators looking impossibly handsome. You had been listening to his voicemail apologies last night, but the way he sounded in person made your spine tingle with need. 

You tamped it down. "What are you doing here?" you asked, not bothering to look at him as he caught up to you.

He was silent for a beat. "Everett invited me."

You scoffed. "Well, I'm uninviting you."

"Kitten. Please."

"No," you said sternly. "Why even bother if he's just my excess baggage?"

Bradley stopped walking, and when you turned to look at him, he had the same expression he had worn after you slapped him across his cheek. "He's not," Bradley rasped. "He's perfect. And so are you. And I don't want to make him upset if I don't show up."

You rolled your eyes. "Come on." He followed you like your shadow, his warmth at your back. You thought maybe he was going to touch you when you signed both of them in at the office and got name tags. It seemed like he wanted to, like maybe he was holding back. And as much as you wanted to scream in his face, your body was betraying you by craving his touch.

"This way," you told him, and when you entered Everett's classroom with Bradley next to you, your son's eyes lit up. He waved at both of you from his seat, and you had to plaster on a smile. Before giving it too much thought, you grabbed one of the empty seats between two other parents, leaving Bradley to fend for himself. 

You sat politely and listened to Harper's mom talk about neurosurgery. Then Peyton's dad talked about construction equipment. You gave everyone your full attention, firmly ignoring Bradley. You didn't even look at him once while you stood in front of the class and talked about how important math is. 

Once you were finished, you kissed Everett's forehead before you returned to your seat. But then it was Bradley's turn, and you couldn't help but look at him.

"Hi, I'm Lieutenant Bradshaw, and Everett invited me here to talk about flying jets called Super Hornets." Every pair of eyes was glued to him as he gave a riveting presentation. Everett was practically vibrating with excitement at his desk, clearly so proud to have brought the most interesting adult to Career Day. You also noted that every woman was drooling over Bradley, including Everett's teacher. 

It was crazy to think that for a short time, you thought he was going to be yours. 

When everyone was done speaking, you popped out of your seat and told Everett you'd pick him up in a few hours, and then you were making a beeline for the door. You could hear Bradley calling your name, but you just kept going all the way to your car. 

"Kitten, please!" He was right behind you now, and you saw his big hand shoot past your shoulder and hold your door firmly closed. "Can we talk?"

You turned to face him, and you were taken back to every single time he had walked you and Everett to your car after tee ball practice. 

"About what?" you whispered. He had caught you off guard. You meant to start yelling, but all of the warm feelings he gave you were right there at the surface.

His eyes went a little wide as his lips parted, seemingly surprised you weren't shouting at him. "I'm sorry, Kitten. I fucked up. I should have never said those things, because I didn't even mean them."

You couldn't meet his eyes as you asked him, "Why did you say that to your friends? I feel humiliated. I feel like you think Everett and I are a joke."

"No!" he said, keeping his hand against the door and leaning a little closer to you. "You're not. And he's not. I said that so long ago, because I was instantly attracted to you, Kitten. And that terrified me."

You felt the fight draining out of you, and you knew you needed to get in your car and leave before he saw you crying. But instead you said, "Maybe you're right though. We're a lot to handle. I shouldn't have expected things to be easy."

When you turned and tried to open your door, Bradley held it shut. "Will you look at me?" You glanced at him over your shoulder as you felt tears stinging your eyes. "You and Everett are not a lot to handle. You're the perfect amount. Being around both of you makes me feel so good, Kitten." 

You swallowed hard and shook your head. "Thanks for coming today, I guess. It made him happy."

He let go of the door and ran his thumb across your jaw. "I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I made him cry."

You nodded and ducked away from his hand. "I'll figure it out. Make it so that this doesn't break his heart."

"Don't say that, Kitten. I still want to take him to the Phillies game on Sunday. I want all three of us to go," he whispered as you turned your back fully to him again. 

"I don't think that's a good idea."

You could feel his frustration rolling off of him, and his voice sounded panicked. "Where does that leave us, Kitten? Do I even stand a chance now?"

"I don't know. I need to get back to work. Bye, Coach."

This time he let you open the door, and he closed it softly once you were inside. When you pulled away, he just stood in the parking spot watching you. 

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Bradley ended up at the Hard Deck after Career Day at Everett's school. He was grounded from flying, you'd just told him you didn't know where he stood with you, and he was probably going to make Everett cry at some point this week.

He ran his hands over his face and nursed a beer for a while. When Nat and Jake showed up, eyeing him cautiously, he thought it would be to his advantage to just head home. He handed Penny some cash, but Nat rubbed his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry I screamed at you on Monday."

"I deserved it," Bradley replied. "I wasn't being safe."

"You look fucking miserable," Jake drawled, leaning on the bar next to Bradley.

"You're literally the last person I want to talk to right now," Bradley replied through gritted teeth. "Thanks for Friday night."

Jake just shook his head. "Hey, I was just trying to get in her pants, okay? She's gorgeous, and you made it pretty clear the last time we talked about her that you were not interested."

Bradley couldn't even get mad, because Jake was actually right. "Well I'm pretty fucking interested in her now, okay? Stay out of her pants."

Jake just grinned. "I think I know what might help."

"This sounds suspicious," Bradley muttered, eyeing Jake cautiously. "Let's hear it."

"You still planning on going to that Padres game this weekend?"

"I don't know," Bradley groaned, pushing his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

"Well," Jake said as he signalled Penny for a drink. "My landlord's son is the head groundskeeper at Petco Park. I can try to pull some strings if you think it will help."

Bradley gaped at him. "Do it."

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Molly is the sister I wish I had! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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[hiskillingjar]

Genderbend (All/MC)

the girls are back and i’m having a woman moment, leave me alone day 11: genderbend second person. top and more butch adjescent reader (didn’t say dom though :)) cw for rape in strade’s part. sometimes women can be rapists #feminism

ren 🦊

"This is so embarrassing. Don't you have anything better for me to wear?"

You turned in the mirror, a frown on your face as you stared at your reflection, stared at the black pleather lingerie set Ren had forced you into. 

The tacky triangles of fabric which made the “bra” barely covered your chest and the cheap thong was just made up of strings and straps that cut into the soft flesh of your hips. You didn't even remember what the exchange for your reluctant acquiescence had been this time around.

"Why is it embarrassing?" Ren asked, standing beside you in the mirror in her own quasi-fetishistic outfit (she’d opted for an ironic “bunny suit”), a mischievous smile on her face as she stared at the reflection, amber eyes hungrily taking in each bulge of flesh. "It's so cute~!"

""It's uncomfortable is what it is." You snapped, staring at her, your dark brows knitting into a frown. "This fabric is itching the shit out of my skin, too." Your blunt nails scratched your thigh, where your body hair was thickest and wettest. "Where did you even get this, AliExpress?"

"All the best things come from there," She replied matter-of-factly, reaching out to swat your hand away.. "And stop scratching. Complaining is super unattractive, you know."

You scowled and crossed your arms over your chest, staring at her body.

"Your outfit is way nicer. What, you don't feel like treating your captive to something nice, once in a while?"

"Mm, that's true, mine is nicer." She smiled proudly, turning in the mirror and admiring her petit, curvy body. “But if you behave, I might just get you something that feels just as nice. If you're good."

"If I'm good..." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, glaring to the side. "Whatever."

"Don't be like that." She teased, as she took your chin in a firm grip and forced your eyes back on your reflection in the mirror, her small frame pressed against yours. "I think you look cute, anyway. You look so much like a boy most of the time, you suit something more girly."

"Really." You deadpanned, not looking to indulge her.

"Or, well," She let your head move back to face her, hands sliding down to your hips, groping each area of bulging flesh hungrily. "You might suit it more, if you tried to look like a girl. Seriously, you should shave your legs or something, you might like it!"

You looked down at yourself, at the thick, dark body hair that covered your calves, thighs, mound and belly, and scoffed.

"Oh, wow. Didn't know you were into forcefem, Ren, that's a really new one for you." You said, sarcastically.

"I can't forcefem you if you're already a girl, stupid!" She protested, though she was still smiling like a fox, her fangs wet and pleased.

"Mm," You rolled your eyes again but you couldn’t resist a slight smirk (a heat lighting up in your cheap thong), turning back to pull at her hips, lining yourselves up together so she could feel that heat too. "Didn't know you were into de-dyking then."

"Mm,” Her smile dropped a little and her cheeks went pink. “I dunno about that. That one feels a little more…mean-spirited..." She keened forward and mumbled into your neck, her chest and full hips flush with yours, bare skin rubbing against your own. "Besides, I thought you were bi-"

"I am bi," You said quickly, not minding the skin-on-skin contact as you slid your hand into the back of her panty and groped her backside. "I'm a dyke who likes fucking pretty boys sometimes. And what are you, hm?" 

You toyed with the pom-pom on the back of the waistband, a fox in rabbit's fetish gear. You almost laughed. 

"A, uh, a repressed butch trying to forcefem herself into an e-girl femdom, so all the boys will like her? Kinda sad, Ren"

"I am a domme! I'm a femme domme!" She protested, hips pushing back into your hands as if instinctively, an indignant and petulant pout on her lips. “Besides…I look cuter when I dress up.”

"Sure sure..” You nodded. “But I think you'd look way cuter butch then you do as a botched femme, though." Your smirk broadened, pressing her little body against the mirror as your lips ran down her neck, feeling her pulse beat faster.

She was just so easy to wind up. No wonder you’d talked yourself out of being her basement fuck-pet.

Though, now you were thinking about that…

"You're not being fairrrr...." She protested, burying her face into the nape of your neck, her hands clinging needily around your shoulders, hips rocking up against yours. "Why do I even let you talk to me like this? I could make you behave if I wanted..."

"You don't want to, not that badly," You murmured into her neck, leaving behind a little nip, instantly swelling into a little red splotche on her pale skin. "I'll play along though. You can make me look as femme as you want, if you take off your little outfit and wear something of mine..."

She shivered against you, a little gasp escaping her throat at each teasing bite. 

"Are you…mmph, are you trying to seduce me?” She stammered quietly, pulling her face from your neck with another pout. “I'm the one who's supposed to be in charge here, you know..."

"Mm, I'll be sure to make you feel very in charge when I'm making you come your brains out, sweetie," You said, nipping her neck again.

"N-no fair..." She protested again, her breath hitching as you continued to tease her neck. "You know I'm weak for that..."

"You're weak in general," You said with a smirk, suddenly pulling back from her and giving her hip a teasing smack. 

"Go get changed~"

lawrence (x oc) 🥀

"Hey cutie~"

You snickered softly on the other side of your phone, the camera pointed towards where Law was prepping her shot in the tiny bathroom, each step of the process methodical and thought out as it always was.

"What are you up to?"

“What are you doing?” Law murmured quietly, turning to the phone, a slight blush appearing on her pale cheeks as she drew the viel’s liquid into the throw-away syringe. "Why are you filming me?"

"Weren't you listening in therapy?” You asked with a smile, sitting up from the bed and pacing towards her, leaning in the bathroom’s door frame.“We're supposed to try remembering all the things that make us most happy in the world, aren't we?"

"And what…” Lawrence's blush grew more prominent, her voice becoming somewhat shy. “You're choosing to film me doing my E shot?"

"Of course I am. Nothing makes me happier." You stepped inside, the tiled ground cool on your bare feet, and pressed an idle kiss to Law’s shoulder (making her let out a soft squeak at the feeling), continuing to film her in the bathroom mirror. "Sooo, how long have you been on E, Law?"

"Three months and seven days." She said with a gentle smile (still eerie and far away, but more authentic than it had been before), running her palm over her stomach to find the best place to inject. “My…thirteenth week, now.”

"And why'd you get on E, Law?" You then asked, resting your chin on Law's shoulder with a big smile, watching as she pressed down on the syringe’s plunger.

"Well...I guess I wasn't happy with myself.” She explained quietly with a little shrug of her broad shoulders. “I felt like a stranger in my own body, in my own life. And I wanted to be...well, me." 

She laughed then, quiet and soft, and turned to face you.

"And then of course...there was you."

"Oh yeah?" You grinned a little more, keeping the camera up.

"Yeah, definitely…” Her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in a little closer. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have been miserable, I would have stayed that…lost person you met in therapy.”

The blush in her pale cheeks had mostly faded by now, replaced with a small smile of genuine happiness.

“You pushed me to be the person I wanted to be...the person I feel like I should be.” She took in a shuddering breath, holding you tighter. “You mean the world to me...you have no idea how much I care about you."

"Baby," You murmured quietly, stopping the recording and closing the gap between you with a gentle kiss.

Lawrence melted, easily, into the kiss, her hands moving to circle your neck, fingers spanning across your shoulders and thumbs nestling against your delicate wind pipe. 

You didn’t care. If anything, the subtle gesture made you feel powerful, like you alone had tamed the beast that Law had once been. And it felt good. 

Her whole body relaxed at the feeling of your lips against hers, your tongue pressing against the seam of her trembling mouth, a shiver of pure ecstasy running through her as you pressed closer, your stirring lengths rubbing together through panties and pyjama shorts.

"You...wanna go back to bed?" You asked with a coy smirk, pulling back with a little lap at her mouth.

Law's blush swiftly returned and she gave you a timid nod.

"Um...yeah...yeah, let's go back to bed."

You smiled even wider, taking Law's hand in yours (matching black nail polish topping carressing fingers, your got your nails done together now and giggled at the same jokes, and god, you loved her so much) and dragging her back over to the bed, settling on top of her hips as soon as she was lying down beneath you.

Law let out a surprised squeak and a laugh, settling back into the bed, her hands on your hips gently tracing the outlines of bone under your skin. 

"How'd I get so lucky with you?" She breathed out, grey eyes widening as you shifted on her hips, giving the both of you some much needed friction.

"I could ask you the same question," You murmured with a heated smirk, lowering you lips down to Law's neck and sucking love bites into her pale skin, bruises and markings of ownership that people would see, people at therapy, people at the cafe, people at the gallery-.

“Oh!”

Lawrence let out a soft moan, her head tilting back (blonde hair fanning over her pillows like a halo) to give you better access to her neck. She closed her eyes and gripped your hips a bit harder, shivering with desire and the (obvious) urge to control herself and keep still underneath you.

"God, you're amazing..." She murmured needily.

"Pitch your voice up," You whispered a soft order into her hot skin, as your hand sank between Law’s legs, feeling the heft of her cock in your fist and giving it a firm squeeze.

Another shuddered breath escaped Law, her lips parting (like a porn star) as she let out a higher pitched moan, her hips lifting so she could buck into your grip. Her whole body was heating up (after being so cold), everything around her feeling more intense as her body grew needy and restless, trembling beneath you. 

She let out a shaky laugh, pushing a hand into her hair and laying her palm over her eyes.

"Good girl," You praised, gripping her cock tighter, your own cock peeking through your panties and lining up against Law's, as you grinded your hips down against hers. "Keep it up. You're a girl, so sound like one..."

Another shiver of pleasure, a strangled moan leaving Law as you bucked your hips into hers, rubbing sticky heads together, stimulating you both at the same time. She nodded slightly, her voice pitching higher, sounding innocent and girlish, and becoming more desperate.

"Y-yeah, I'm a girl...your girl...oh, please..." She whined, both hands reaching down your back and holding you tight as she desperately tried to speak. “Feels so good…”

"Yeeeah, you are," You continued to croon and dote, sucking another love bite into her neck, where it would be most visible. "My girl, my good girl, Law..."

Law's body arched desperately against yours, another high pitched whine slipping from her vocal cords and filling the hot, clammy air of the apartment.

The perfect little heaven that the two of you had carved for yourselves.

"Yours...I'm yours...please don't stop..."

“I won’t, I won’t ever stop. I promise, baby~”

strade 🔨

"S-Strade, I can't do this..."

You were standing in the low-light of the basement, bare feet cold on the concrete ground, arms prickled with goosebumps, and your collar weighing heavy around your neck.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy.”

Strade was on her knee behind you, tightening the belts of a heavy duty, leather strap-on harness around your hips overtop of your camo shorts, a thick, black phallus protruding obsecenly from the shiny, silver ring on the front of it.

Bigger than anything you'd ever used before. Though you had a sense that Strade preferred a strap-on that was especially punishing.

"You call yourself butch?" She said, heaving herself back to stand with a low grunt and taking hold of one of the straps, giving it a shake to make sure it was tight overtop your shorts. You nodded hesitantly amidst her silence, since she was obviously looking for an answer from you. "Well, don't you know that a butch is supposed to serve her femme?"

You both then stared at the girl beneath you, tied to the basement's support beam. 

Her eyes, wide and scared and looking at the two of you like a pair of demons in front of her, were streaming with tears, smearing black eyeliner and well-applied eyeshadow down her cheeks. Her short dress had ridden up amidst her struggle against Strade, revealing hold-up stockings and silk panties, sodden with urine. 

Any possible protest she could have made was masked off with a thick, duct tape gag.

She was gorgeous, obviously, but…

"T-That's not-" You started, peering over your shoulder towards the older woman as she nudged you forward.

"Always full of excuses, aren't you?" Strade murmured with a click of her tongue, her hands on her full hips. "Well, I think your little girlfriend is pretty disappointed in you. Aren't you, sweetie?"

The girl shook her head erratically, murmuing pleas for mercy and freedom into her gag, breathing haed through her nose. At least, that's what you assumed she was pleading for.

"Strade-"

"Do you need an incentive? Hm?" Strade interrupted you, pacing towards the girl with a roll of her eyes in your direction. "Mein gott, these dykes of the day...fine, fine!" She held her hands up in acquiesence, before settling back down on her knees and placing a firm hand on the girl's shoulder, forcing her shaking body still. "How about you fuck your femme, like a butch is supposed to do," She then produced her bowie knife from the holster at her hip. "Orrrr, I kill her right now?"

Your eyes widened with alarm as the edge of the knife was pressed to the girl's throat, at which point she started freaking out, pulling against the cable tie binding her wrists behind her, pleading and crying even louder into her gag, and looking at you with a mix of fear and betrayal.

Why aren't you doing anything? Why aren't you helping me?

"I-I d-d-don't..." Your lip trembled and your eyes began to sting. "Please don't make me do this..."

"If you get her to come," Strade continued, putting more pressure on the knife, making the girl instantly still with a muffled whimper. "I might even keep her alive longer than a weekend! What do you think about that, hm?" She smiled broadly, as if ignorant to just how cruel she was being.

"Why are you doing this to me?" You whispered.

She blinked at your question and tilted her head to the side, genuinely confused by what you'd asked her.

"To you? Heh!" She suddenly let out a barked laugh (which made the girl flinch and whimper) and shook her head. "You think this is about you? Wow. That's pretty selfish, liebling."

"T-Then what is it?" You asked, your hands curling tightly at your sides. 

"Do you think you're anything more than a tool to me right now?" She said, giving you a considered look and another shake of her head. "No, no. You're no better than this...knife!" She held the knife up, before tapping the point against her scarred cheek. "Mm, actually, this knife is much better than you." Her smile turned into a smirk. "More reliable, at least."

You said nothing, locked in place at an unspeakable impasse.

"So, those are your options." Strade shrugged again and pressed the knife back against the girl's trembling throat. "So, get. To it."

Your lip shook again and the first beads of tears fell down your face.

God. You couldn't even ask the girl what she wanted.

Strade had said that this had nothing to do with you, but fuck, why did it feel like she was doing this to torture you and you alone?

You said nothing as you settled down on your knees too and crawled towards the girl, trying to make yourself appear smaller, less intimidating, less compelled to hurt her.

I’m not involved with her, your positioning said, please don’t hate me for this.

"I'm sorry..." You murmured, another stream of tears running down your face as you settled between her legs (now held open by Strade's free hand) and rubbed the head of the rubber phallus against the front of her sodden panties, trying to ignore her muffled whimpers as they shifted aside and you eased the toy inside. "I'm so, so sorry. I promise I'll be gentle. As gentle as I can be, I promise, I promise-"

"Your tears aren't worth much." Strade chided you softly, frowning at how slow you were being and gripping the girl’s thigh harder. "Come on, put some fucking effort into it or I'll start cutting."

Your eyes flickered up to the girl's anguished expression, brows knitting together in a way that you hoped translated to sorrow and guilt, as your hips jerked forward and you buried half the length into her cunt.

She cried out loudly, her eyes squeezed shut as a new batch smeared her already ruined make-up, and you murmured a little curse to yourself. 

Fuck, there hadn't been any slick there at all, had there? 

You couldn't even try to pretend that you would make this experience even remotely pleasurable for her, not in the slightest.

"I hate you," You murmured, your teary eyes narrowing towards Strade with an ugly sniff, wiping up snot with the back of your hand. "You're the worst person alive."

"Such high praise." She smirked and shrugged, like she'd heard it thousands of times before (and she probably had). "But, ah,  I don't think your girlfriend is really enjoying this so much." 

She slid the knife down the girl's heaving chest, teasingly slow, and cut through the spaghetti straps holding up her dress with barely any effort, revealing a large (and possibly fake) pair of breasts. 

"Make it nice for her, why don't you? Put your mouth on her chest."

You cringed internally at Strade's demand, eyes on the knife dangerously near the girl’s heart, but reluctantly did as you were told, lowering your head down and latching your mouth on a nipple, tonguing the swelling bud as your hips moved, back and forth, fucking her deeper.

Your softer movements and warm tongue earned a soft moan, substantially different from the scared whimpers and cries, and you could feel the slow drag of the strap-on between her legs begin to meet less resistance.

"Fuck..." You breathed against her chest, a shameful coil of desire curling inside of you as you continued to service Str- the girl! 

"Yeah, that's hot." Strade grinned all the same, filthy and lecherous, the knife now resting against her thigh, away from the girl but adding a dangerous subtext to the whole scene. "How about a kiss too, hm?"

You swallowed hard and raised your head again, your free hand (the one not holding her hip) reaching up to gently cup the girl's trembling jaw.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to help, I am…”

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips through the duct tape, trying to slow your thrusts down again and make this...well, a little nicer than it had been.

You received another soft moan as the girl’s eyes squeezed together, dark eyelashes fanning over her cheeks as she waited for all of this to be over.

You had that in common, at the very least.

“How sentimental. Give me something good to work with, and I’ll think about keeping you both alive, hm~”

[evil8keta]

Ok so I have a request and it’s kinda like a self-insert..

So.. A Platonic mercs and fem!reader who wears masculine clothing and has short hair. (Like a pixie cut or half-shaved head) The mercs think she’s a boy at first. But then they find out that.. *gasp* it’s a girl! How would they react? Again, platonic please, I don’t ship myself with any of them!

- Random Anon

I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH!! the scenario for this is that you had no idea that the others think ur a boy lol....also they all found out during a group meeting or something

the mercs find out that... *gasp* you're a GIRL?!

SCOUT

- WHAT?! WHAT???! he can't believe it.... scout immediately ran up to you and drowned you in questions like "are you sure you're a girl?? are you ABSOLUTELY sure??" eventually he was peeled off of you by spy cause he was being too annoying lol. anyway this big gender reveal surprisingly doesn't change how he behaves around you he was just very dramatic when he found out

PYRO

- gasp!!! no way!! pyro is so surprised!! they all have been misgendering you this whole time and you had no idea!! :( because of this pyro feels bad... but again, it doesn't change how they feel about you at all lol. they would definitely go up to you later and apologize to you for thinking that you're a man (not like you can understand their muffled voice through the mask anyway)

SOLDIER

- stares at you like this >:O for a whole minute then shrugs it off like eh whatever. nothing changes, he's glad they got your gender right now but it's not a big deal! he's going to treat you the same... at least NOW he understands why you gave him a feminine flowerly deodorant when he asked to borrow one from you

HEAVY

- oh... well, that's interesting. he tries his best to stay calm and not look surprised but the confused expression on his face and wide eyes say otherwise. he eyes you suspiciously, but stops suspecting you pretty quickly. it's obvious that you weren't hiding anything, and they all just assumed incorrectly, so it's their fault not yours lol. he's pretty chill after that, and the way he treats you doesn't change either, maybe he's just a little bit more careful towards you

DEMOMAN

- starts shouting and is the second one to question you right after scout is peeled off of you, smh. "SINCE WHEN WERE YE A LASS???" really confused and dramatic and it takes like 10 minutes to calm him down. after that he might actually start acting nicer towards you? idk to me he just seems like he really respects women. it's not a big difference he's just more of a gentleman

ENGINEER

- bamboozled but not for long. like at first he's like scratching his head and thinking about how come no one noticed sooner. but then he shrugs it off, smiles and starts congratulating you as if you had your own gender reveal party. you're his daughter now

MEDIC

- ALWAYS knew you were a girl, he read it in your medical files, but after he noticed that most of the other mercs view you as a man, he played along. for fun. however when you said you're a girl in front of everyone he was like gasping and covering his mouth, like omg?? you're a girl?? wowww right he sure had no idea... /s

SPY

- is....very surprised, but tries to not show it. spy ran background checks on literally everyone in the base, including you, so how did he not figure out you're a girl sooner..? perhaps he was too convinced that you are a man that he didn't bother to check lol. anyways after his initial surprise he's quite indifferent but he might but he might be more wary of you from time to time. like what else could you be hiding, huh?? you're secretly the president of Czechoslovakia or something??

SNIPER

- not gonna lie bro was sleeping the entire time of the meeting....then he heard the world "girl" lol and immediately woke up, looking around in confusion. after he came to his senses he was speechless for a while, like woah... you're a girl? okay. yeah he really doesn't care and just went back to napping. like yeah, good thing that everyone knows now, but it's really not any difference to him. he might treat you more gentlemanly afterwards tho, but that's just his manners

[rainbow-crane]

So recently I made a post about why I think Chihiro makes the most sense within the context of her own story as a transfem. It was a post made right after an all nighter, so I'm honestly surprised how coherent I was able to make it lol, but anyways, I wanted to keep talking about it. I think I covered pretty well about why Chihiro being trans is more impactful for her, but not so much why transfem specifically, and not transmasc. Basically, the goal of this post is to explain why I think a lot of people are weirded out by the transmasc headcanon in a way that hopefully doesn't feel like an attack

I'm well aware that a lot of people that enjoy transmasc Chihiro are transmasc themselves, and see themselves in said interpretation. This is generally true of a lot of trans interpretations of characters, but especially here, as the canon explanation of Chihiro's character is "he feels immensely uncomfortable pretending to be a girl so people won't make fun of him." I myself used to adore the transmasc headcanon. I hc'd Chihiro as wearing a packer, that Kyoko could tell it was an artificial dick, and everything that followed was the class being Super Cool about trans people because it just seemed like the easiest out for all the transphobia within her story. Besides, I quite liked Chihiro, and 'boy who feels like he must dress like a girl for people to assume his identity' was something I related to a lot.

The thing is, the more I looked into that interpretation, the less sense it starts to make. Again, as a GNC trans man, I like to wear skirts and things like that. Clothes don't have gender, after all, and they can be way more comfortable than pants, especially when you don't shave. But Chihiro isn't GNC. Her story as it's meant to be interpreted expressly says feminine clothing makes her feel lesser than. She's described (by Monokuma ofc) as hating said femininity. It makes her feel weaker, like those skirts and female identity is an inherent weakness. And that's what I think the main problem is; even when under the guide of being a trans man, Chihiro's story still falls as one rooted in misogyny as most logically presented.

The story presented in chapter 2 is inherently male-centric, to the point where its title is "Boys' Life of Despair". It's a story about men, questioning the identity of men, and focused wholly on men. The one (canonically) fem character that's important to the chapter's plot is Toko, and only to perpetuate an ableist trope as a red herring. Even then, when Syo reveals herself, all her dialogue is explaining why men are so important to her. I don't think having a subplot that focuses on male characters or the concept of masculinity is a bad idea on paper, especially not when within the confines of an overarching plot that very much does utilize women as leading characters, but in practice, the plotline about toxic masculinity is used *at the expense of* women, rather than existing in tandem with them.

Throughout the entire chapter, it's established that women are weaker via Chihiro. When Mondo says that women are naturally weaker, Chihiro starts crying, and Mondo is made to apologize. HOWEVER, the reason he apologizes is not because of the blatant misogyny of the statement, but rather, because he yelled too loud. Even when Hina and Sakura are involved in the conversation, neither of them seem to care about the sexism. Even in the stage play, when Sakura DOES take offense to it, it's shrugged off as a gag, with Mondo saying she's 'special.' Sakura is held as an exception to the rule. AT NO POINT IN THIS CHAPTER IS THE ASSERTION THAT WOMEN ARE INHERENTLY WEAKER THAN MEN EVER CONTESTED. Later in the same chapter, Makoto (the player character whom we're supposed to be projecting onto) says that Mondo was right, and that girls aren't strong.

Chihiro's backstory and the way she views herself *as presented by others* only reinforces this idea. The parallels between Chihiro and Mondo are a story about strength and weakness. Chihiro is physically weak but mentally strong, and Mondo is physically strong but mentally weak. This is the point of them being paired together, and the foundation upon which everything else found in the chapter is built on. So when you have Chihiro, a canonical man who wears skirts, and give her an inferiority complex about her weakness that's inherently tied to how similar she is to women, you end up with an inherently misogynistic narrative. According to Danganronpa, Chihiro is weak BECAUSE of her similarities to women, as is enforced by the language used and the presentation of Chihiro's identity. Similarly, the assertion that Chihiro makes to Mondo defining her 'mental strength' is the assertion to no longer be fem-presenting, to destroy everything feminine about her and to become a 'real man' like how she perceives Mondo. This part by itself could be interpreted as transmasc, but when paired with the rest of the chapter's insistence of the weakness of women? It's not transphobic anymore, sure, but it still has that inherent core of misogyny, without any real acknowledgement or deconstruction of it in the way that the transfem headcanon does.

Ultimately, fiction is meant to be interpreted by those who consume it, and you can fanonize as much as you want. Just don't be too surprised when women, especially trans women, don't like the way you're interpreting it. It is always worth deconstructing your own biases and the way you consume media

[braxlrose]

head canons where the reader is like trad goth or something like that?? 😁

OFC!! I absolutely adore trad goth women 😍 (totally not my type at all, wink wink nudge nudge. they definitely shouldn't say hi to me in the dms at all. No way jose) but anyways, I didn't know which guy you wanted so I did all of them!

SOFT/SFW HCS FOR TOKIO HOTEL W/ A TRAD GOTH GF

bill

-literally LOVES doing your hair, whether it's slicked back, teased up, gelled up, shaved on the sides, different colors, different textures, HE LOVES IT.

-if you dye your hair hair other colors than just black, he would beg you to let him dye it. he gets all the shit for it too. And even picks up snacks for you while doing it. But it's kind of chaotic bc the mf is impatient af 💀

-if your hair isn't naturally black he will also help you touch up your roots

-THIS MF LITERALLY BEGGED YOU TO TEACH HIM HOW TO DO YOUR MAKEUP

-he watched so many videos on YouTube to figure out how to do your hair and makeup

-SHOPPING SPREES ALL THE TIME

-you guys get so much stuff and you always do runaway/model shoes for eachother

-he loves listening to new music, so when you introduced him to bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees and the Bauhaus he was super excited

-LOVES tagging along to your nail appointments to watch your nails get done

tom

-so bc he has a lot of fangirls, you got harassed a lot too. and these fangirls were commenting on your appearance all time. sending letters to you and tom, death threats, screaming stuff at concerts, harassing and stalking you and tom. It got to a point where tom had to hit one of the girls who tried to come at you with a switch blade. pookie is so protective 😘

-the way you do your makeup is literally magic to him. like he's seen bill do his makeup, but yours is so much more intricate.

-he literally loves it when you leave kisses on him from your black lipstick

-he gets internally pissed off whenever an interviewer talks about your appearance, it's crazy obvious

-hes a little fucker and acts like he's dying whenever you're touching up your roots because of how strong the hair dye is

-he goes to places like sephora w/ you to buy new makeup when you run out of something you need and he's so surprised by everything in there. he had no idea how much makeup one store has

-he thinks you look super fucking hot in your outfits too.

-he got you black lingerie and quote on quote said he thought you would like it because it was "goth", but he definitely just wanted to see you model for him

georg

-as we know, georg has AMAZING hair. so he let's you try differently hairstyles on him all the time

-whenever he walks by a store and sees an outfit you may like, he goes in and buys it immediately as a gift for you

-if you're overly obsessive about music or gothic celebrities, he'll let you lay in his lap and let you talk for hours

-if you have a lot of tattoos on your body, he loves tracing them

-he gets annoyed as shit whenever anybody talks about you and will glare down anybody who stares at you funny

-dont come for me for the stereotypes but if you like movies like Frankenstein, he will 100% watch it with you. he loves you more than anything in the entire world so whatever you like doing he will do it with you

-he loves it when you scratch his head if you have acrylic nails, it feels so nice and he will fall asleep so quickly in your lap

gustav

-like I've said before, I fully believe gustav LOVES LOVES LOOOOVES alternative women. I think I mentioned that in the rockstar post. so bc of this, he thinks you're insanely hot.

-he sits on the bathroom counter and let's you practice your eye makeup on him

-bros eyes actually widened when he saw what you looked like without makeup. NOT IN A BAD WAY OR ANYTHING THOUGH. he thought you were totally hot with makeup and w/o it you were even hotter.

-if you have your eyebrows shaved off, he literally won't stop touching the place where your eyebrows used to be. apparently it's "super soft" 💀

-if you were platforms that make you taller then him...OH MY GODDD he'll probably cum in his pants.

-I'm 99% sure sub gustav has a mommy kink or atleast a fem dom kink sooo

-he gets so mad whenever anybody sexualizes you. yk that video of Rent A Poarch or wtv it's called where th is singing Schrei and then Gustav goes and punches that guy. well if it gets to a point where someone has made you uncomfortable as fuck, that's what he'll do

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[blurrymango]

He's greasy and probably sticky and he's definitely also crusty and has enough blackheads and pimples to make me a very happy man. I bet he probably smells like beer and cigarettes and self-hatred I bet he ffucks hard and good but it sucks because he is unpleasant and gross I bet he steals panties and smells them I bet he's left so many girls disappointed because he just couldn't get hard and I bet he likes to get choked and called a nasty old pervert. He prolly pisses inside women without their consent he prolly doesn't clean his dick properly he prolly makes girls eat his gross ass and he prolly makes women shave their pussies before he gives them head because he's a SCUMBAG. But he's sooooo good at eating out pussy and ass and sucking dick because uhhhh hello his tongue is long as ffuck but women and men are hesitant to let him perform oral because of how sharp his teeth are. I bet he puts his cigarettes out on girls to get them to leave the room afterwards sooner. He prolly drugs people's drinks, he's definitely a date-rapist he'd also most certainly ffuck a corpse and also I'm pretty sure he's said in canon that he would ffuck a teenager or something.

And as for this fag. I bet he doesn't tell girls that he has STDs before he ffucks them I bet doesn't put much work in like he doesn't care for foreplay I bet he bites too hard to be pleasurable I bet he zones out during sex and leaves ladies freaked out and unsatisfied. Let's be real he prolly cheated on Paula while he was dating her but got all pissy over her sleeping with Muds because he's a hypocrite a massive scummy brat. I bet he has sensitive nipples I bet he masturbates to his own scent. Be real this guy has never used a condom, refuses to use condoms prolly he's more concerned about his own enjoyment than his partner's safety. Bet he prolly likes watch girls make out. He definitely humps titties and he cums on pretty girls' faces and it gets all in their hair. Bet he refuses to let girls put anything in his ass because he doesn't want to seem like a faggot. Prolly got so caught up in his own head once during sex that he took out a switchblade and started cutting up the bitch he was ffucking. Didn't even realize he was doing it either until she started retaliating violently. He apologized, obviously, but it was a bit of a bad moment for him.

If anything I said here contradicts canon I don't give a damn. I just think Murdoc and 2D should both be absolutely ffucking terrible guys. Degenerate perverse losers, y'know.

And yeha oh wow for once I didn't make 2D trans!

Anyway. I think Murdoc should pound 2D's ass. I think 2D should ride Murdoc like it's his favorite thing. I think 2D should get addicted- to Murdoc's cum inside him. I think Murdoc should make 2D call him Daddy and I think 2D should be disgusted and so very turned on by it. I think Murdoc should lock 2D's dick in chastity and ffuck him in the ass daily. I think they should drug eachother. I am once again of the opinion that Murdoc ffucked comatose Stu all the time like ain't no way he didn't use that pretty blue haired bitch like a fleshlight because hey! Stu is very pretty and I bet Murdoc get snubbed of some pussy because of the comatose cunt he had to drag around with him so why not take out his sexual frustration on the beautiful boy he's supposed to be taking care of- wait hold the ffucking phone this was NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A 2DOC POST GODDAMNIT.

[thepersonperson]

Oooh I'm really interested in your opinions on the flaming trainwreck that is gojo's relationship with women!

I wanted to respond to this topic in this ask, but then I realized it would be better as a part of something else. So I will link you to my yapfest that happens to delve into what I think are Gojo's woman issues.

So thanks for sending me into a mini crisis within a crisis! It gave me that nice little missing piece to pull apart Gojo even more.

I'm also shoehorning your tags on this post into this ask since they contributed to that analysis.

#fjddjdjs hiiii I apologize right back for subjecting you to my yelling in your tags almost all the time fjdjfjd #but WHAT a time for you to post this bc I literally just typed out a whole rant on gojo's sexuality that I bravely chose to not post djdjfjf hj

Post the rant anyways. Or whenever you feel brave enough. The perspective unique to you is valuable even if the topic has already been discussed.

#but you absolutely hit the nail on the head on why satosugu was and is n will always be doomed bc of COURSE gojo would never act on anything #like his whole thing in this story is witnessing human rights violations and only acting when the consequences are fatal

#hes absolutely my favorite jjk character but hes so very full of his own prejudices that I think the fandom doesnt acknowledge bc hes fruity #like we see him let a LOT of shit slip by bc to him (one of the most privileged cogs in the machine) they aren't real problems #which reminds me of cis white gays whose complections and even the random bouts of misogyny and mild racism he matches up with #he has a lil bit of that 'I can't be shitty to women I'm literally gay kinda' vibes and we see how he talks to utahime #and how he doesn't stand up for maki like you mentioned

That's usually my biggest complaint with fan culture in general. They shave off the yucky parts to make characters more palatable. Gojo's racist reveal post-mortem made me love him even more. He's my favorite character in JJK too and he has also unseated my most favorite fictional racist: Oliver Fire Emblem. (Yes, I have a fictional racists tier list. I'm giving myself a pass to have one as a person with a unique skeletal structure and muscles as Mr. Gojo Satoru would say.)

I think the reason people try to ignore these things is because of how subtle/realistic it is. Gojo's unsavory behaviors are the kinds people are most likely to have themselves. He kind of forces you to look at those flaws and that can be a deeply uncomfortable experience.

Also I think Gojo would be more like "I can't be a misogynist, I'm not a Zenin."

(Cough more on my racists tier list. It's more of "Were they written well? Was the racism properly condemned by the narrative? Is the racism relevant to themes? If they try to get better, is the racism properly addressed? Is it funny in the pathetic loser way?")

#but I also have this different vibe that he. despite how much he says so and maybe wants to. does NOT care about 'the weak' beyond his job #we see him literally step on people in shibuya to get to where he needs to quicker #he doesn't even bother remembering the names of the kyoto kids besides maybe todo and mechamaru (strong)

Well the thing is teen Gojo definitely didn't care about the weak. Post-Geto break up and after he started mimicking all of Geto's moral teachings? No idea. Gojo treats people he loves poorly so it's hard to tell when he really hates or doesn't care about someone. And he does posture about those things like with Megumi's body being used by Sukuna.

During the Shibuya incident, he does step on all those people's heads and let them be thrown against his Infinity like objects. But he doesn't hurt them. This is a guy who stepped on ants and made sure his Infinity prevented them from being crushed.

Kenjaku's group uses his love for other people against him here. Gojo tries to posture during it, but his composure breaks a few times when they start killing a lot of them. He also checked in on their survival after he UV'd them.

That being said, he probably cares more about them as living things than as equals. He has a very clear bias for the strong when it comes to putting in time and effort. ...But also Ijichi is so weak and Gojo trusts him the most. Gojo went out of his way to care for him when he was suffering. ...And he also relentlessly bullies him. (As you can see Gojo's true feelings on the topic are iffy as fudge.)

#imo the only reason he cares enough to correct nanamis language when talking abt yuuji is that he simply has a lot of potential to be strong #he took maki in hoping to make another toji out of her but bc he doesn't know how a toji is made he basically gives up #which is why I think he didn't even think to call suguru out for the way he talks to her

That would be really fudged up if he was trying to make another Toji and I wouldn't put it past him. He does put his students in really questionable predicaments in the name of growth. That might also explain why he corrected Nanami with Yuji. Someone with his power experiencing immense discrimination could churn out another Geto.

#like gojo has really lofty goals but his day to day consists of ignoring it all until there's a problem or he needs to talk about his goals #he's very much running around aimlessly like a headless chicken mostly bc of the higher ups so it's understandable that he doesn't have time #to even think about let alone try to unlearn all that internalized shit stopping him from achieving his goals #also everything about your tags YES TO ALL OF IT YOU'RE SO RIGHT AND BIG BRAINED

So true! Gojo is stretched so thin that I think he defaults to "cold logic" as Mahito puts it. If he's going to change things for the better, he has to invest in strong people, so they get all his attention and time. All the little systemic issues can be ignored because he was raised to only care about the big things.

It's such a frustrating predicament because I want to be mad at him for this, but it's also [Joker Voice] Society. I've settled on calling it out as a character flaw that can be explained (not excused) by circumstances.

#also uwu thank you 4 talking about kirara shes my everything and gojos an idiot for losing that entire years worth of students (2 whole ppl) #anyway I am sorry for clogging your tags yet again your posts make the gears in my brain turn very fast

Thank you as well. Clogging my tags makes me reexamine things more. I think after reading this response you'll be able to see the parts of your tags that influenced certain parts of the Ok Dad Gojo Analysis.

[natinkart]

✨️FEM MERCS HEADCANONS✨️ pt 2 OFFENSE

those would be mainly things directly influenced by the gender change, so like personality wise they are pretty much the same as the og

WE CONTINUE WITH SCOUT, SOLDIER AND PYRO, this one's shorter

scout - I like the commonly used name Jenny for her, feels stupid like Jeremy. if you take the arrogant but deeply insecure personally of og scout and you put it on a 27yo woman, nothing good would come out. as I said the personally would be the exact same, but that would bring differences on other parts, like the outfit. I don't think any of the merc would have a different uniform from the og, but scout is an exception. appearing "sexy" (if we can think as her outfit as that) is actually a big confidence boost for everyone, I think, but this is especially true for women. she is the definition of loyalty, so she would do ANYTHING for the person she feels "responsible"/"bounded" to in that moment. like Mr pauling. she isn't a softball player but a baseball one. she found it way more cooler, and the guy she had a crush on in high school played baseball, so she tried to impress him, but in doing so the guy rejected her for liking a "men's sport". so now she try to balance her "masculine" energy (the swearing, violence and speed are usually associated with a more masculine sphere, meaning strength and control of ourselves and thoughts), with feminine attire, but her girly manners are non existent. she's a swearing sailor in a cute outfit. she's spy daughter but doesn't know, but still keeps her as a model to follow on how to be a "real attractive woman". she shaves to fell pretty but I couldn't ever dream of removing that god awful tattoo, so she has the "sex bom" tattoo on her proud chest. she tried to compare her cup size and the others just to flex. for now, she only beats sniper. she compare herself to the others all the time and feels like she hasn't accomplished anything in her life, even if she's 27. usually other girls her age already have a boyfriend, why not her?! is it because she's not femminine enough for anyone?? or she is not enough in general?? these ever present thoughts bring her to compensate the insecurity with her arrogant, vulgar and insolent manners. She desperately wants the others' validation, especially spy's. one thing she likes to do is cooking with heavy. she learned to cook from her father and helped him a lot, so she enjoys the calming and nostalgic feeling of it.

soldier - i don't know if I'll like to keep the og name or make her john Doe, I like both. anyway she's a real butch, everyone always mistakes her for a man, but then they see her fighting naked covered in honey and be OH FUCK THAT A WOMAN!! why is she covered in honey? WHY IS SHE NAKED?! yeah.. I don't think any other thing would change drastically, so she'll still be super patriotic and a war criminal. she'll still fall in love with heavy's brother, Zhanna (that would not be called zhanna but I don't wanna search names rn). that's it. it's literally just solly with boobs…

pyro - ehmm... yes..? they are all and no gender at the same time so literally nothing has changed. but because the others are now women that means they engage in more hobbies with the team, like sewing with heavy.

EDIT: you can find the full art line up HERE!!

pt1 | pt3

if you read all of this and the other posts too I LOVE YOU

[lesbianpraetor]

Just woke up and I'm still thinking about this movie, so I'm going to get the little hater out before I make an effort to only think about the movie in Watsonian terms, because if I am still thinking this much about it it's definitely good.

Being honest I went into Furiosa how I imagine 80's star wars fans went into the phantom menace and all the parts that I didn't like in retrospect make me appreciate the original cast more. Especially Charlize Theron and Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, and! Margaret Sixel's edit, she was one of the editors but not the only one in this film! You can definitely tell! I keep thinking about how George Miller didn't let Anya Taylor Joy shave her head and how it was Charlize Theron that made that decision, the war boys weren't even meant to have shaved heads! I think it was symptomatic of why the movie didn't feel as through the female gaze as the first one did.

This movie felt much more in the hands of George Miller, and obviously Fury Road was a miracle in all directions but I think the first miracle was there were just that many more women on set due to the plot of the story, and those women were grownups! I think George Miller really is an auteur, he cares much more about telling the story he wants to tell than whether it has too many women or men in it. Which is why Fury Road just happened to include two huge diverse groups of women, the wives and the vuvalini, he just had the vision of them and put them in. Then the actresses playing them were older, more experienced and just together which made them not afraid to make adjustments by themselves, be more relaxed, act more freely, I think that's what made the movie what it was.

Obviously Anya Taylor Joy isn't going to do that, she's one 28, Charlize Theron was 39 when Fury Road came out, and she's the only actress on set for most of the film. If the director says you are not cutting your hair you just aren't and you are going to carry yourself like how you usually do in all your movies where you also have a male co-star for most of them. She did do an amazing job with what she was told to do, and it really isn't her fault that she's just popular to the point of being distracting. In a way it made me appreciate Fury Road all the more. Going back to how this must have felt to Furiosa herself there was just a deep loneliness to her since the moment her mother died. It must have felt much more like a miracle to have found first Angharad, Capable,Toast Cheedo and The Dag, then Max, then Nux and then finally getting what's left of the Vuvalini back.

Anyway it's 2024 hire older unknown actresses to your movies, nothing makes a movie feel more fake than only 20 year old woman being on it.

[vi-sigoth]

Watching the most recent interview with Ellen/Eliot Page makes me so fucking ill that I don’t have any jokes left in me about her appearance. I just feel like crying when I look at her. Juno came out when I was in high school, and a lot of people told me then, and continued to tell me, when I was in my early 20s, that I looked like her. I don’t think we bear a huge resemblance to each other but we could be related, maybe cousins or half-sisters, and we both presented sort of quasi-androgynous, not butch at all but not extremely feminine either, and we have very similar low-timbred voices and I had and still have kind of weird, off beat humor, sorta like the character that Page played in Juno. I don’t think we looked like each other more so than my general demeanor and mannerisms sort of reminded people of Page. I always took it as a compliment. Ellen was very pretty to me. I was a fellow flat-chested, low-voiced brunette, someone that a lot wouldn’t consider, looks-wise, a feminine bombshell knockout. And that was devastating to me when I was younger. I hated my perceived ugliness. Hated my flat chest. Hated being tall and having a low voice. Hated all the jokes made about me when I was in music school about how I was “a man” (I have a low mezzo-soprano singing voice and can sing contralto roles pretty easily too). As I left my teens and then my 20s behind, I gradually started to like the way I looked. I started developing my own personal clothing style that was flattering to my body. I started not caring if others didn’t like my appearance. So some guy got insecure because I was taller than him? His loss. Some guy didn’t want to date me because of my tiny A-cups? Good, I don’t want to be with someone that shallow anyway. A lot of men thought I was too weird? I am weird and I’m not about to stop being weird anytime soon. My husband loves the way I look, and the way I am, and that’s good enough for me. And I learned, even as I became more conservative and traditional in my leanings, that the TERF girls are really correct: there is no wrong way to present as a women. A butch lesbian with a shaved head that wears nothing but cargo shorts and t-shirts is just as much of a woman as the girl who loves 1950s fashion and rolls her hair every night and applies makeup every morning.

But I don’t think Ellen got to have that realization. I think Ellen grew up as a child actor, suffered grooming, abuse, and the casting couch (she said as much in her memoir) and then suffered years of cultural grooming and brainwashing from Hollywood and leftist media that tells women that they are either Kardashians or men, and there is no nuance and no in-between anymore. Look like an inhuman bimboid sex doll freak like Kylie Jenner, or just simply, quit participating in it, and become a sexless object. Ellen Page has allowed a doctor to cut off her breasts, and she now exists in a bizarre state of not being a woman, but not resembling a man either. Her voice is bizarre and uncanny, coming from vocal cords too thick for a female throat. If she continues taking testosterone, she will have joint problems, as her muscles continue to grow too big for her 5’1 frame. She will be at a massively increased risk for liver failure and heart problems. Her vagina will possibly atrophy so much, that it will be impossible for her to have any sort of penetrative sex at all.

I laughed along with everyone else at that absurd picture of her at the Met Gala a few years back, but it’s not funny to me anymore. She looks like a lost little girl, wearing clothing not meant for her, that don’t fit her. That never will.

[whatsaneggimcis]

Signs everything I thought I knew was wrong

I needed to dump my thoughts and feelings somewhere because I feel like im annoying my support group. I think my egg finally cracked Wednesday and immediately I had to start researching and buying gender affirming things. Anyways, here's my list of signs that I wish I had seen like a decade ago, please be kind I'm very new to opening up like this

Another Girl in elementary threatened me with makeup and cross dressing and I wanted it bad.

I think this one is such a major factor in why I feel like this has to be real. Its well before puberty and well before I knew transitioning was a thing. Just a natural thought for someone who’s the wrong gender

Multiple times pleading with god to just make me a girl

Still cis tho obv

Thinking if I held still for long enough in bed, some sort of magic would make me a girl and fix this wrong body of mine

I still remember the dreams where im a girl, i legit became proficient at lucid dreaming just for it.

Ah fuck the egg_irl memes are hitting too hard

My favorite game character is Bridget, listening back to the song is hitting really hard actually

Legit had an anxiety attack and took a day off work because my transfem friend said “careful, i said the same thing before i came out”

Wishing i had magic to turn myself into a girl

Playing female characters just to feel cute

Putting on leggings in highschool, then sleeping in them

Some female mannerisms

Kinda hating my poor skin but couldnt do anything about it since thats only for women am i right fellas

Mild euphoria when someone says good girl

Envisioning myself as the girl during fantasies

Jealousy over a womans body

Ive never seen any man sit cross legged at a table the way i do, idk why that one pops up but i’ve seen plenty of other girls do it

Desire to steal womans clothing to cross dress

At current moment I have no desire to bite my nails because I want them to grow out, even though I was a nail biter for 27 years

In pre school, tried to convince another girl to swap clothes with me

In pre school, loved pretending i was at a hair salon and the other girls in the school would give me a haircut. It gave me ASMR

Speaking of ASMR, I like exclusively listen to makeup, nail and hair roleplays

Feeling like i dont want to transition because I could be ugly

After realization, I dont have nearly as much of an appetite, maybe subconscious bodily sabotage in the form of overeating

Not seeing any future when I tried to plan my life better, before I ever considered the option of becoming trans

Feeling hurt when my dad made somewhat transphobic comments about my trans cousin

Wondering what my parents would do if i woke up one day as a woman and had to explain that to them

Genuine euphoria at the idea of trying on womens clothing, but thinking that i was weird and kinky

Playing with stuffed animals with my best childhood friend, a fellow girl

Hating my balls

I bet it feels good to cry, its probably cathartic

Hating body hair god i hate this so much, I’m just bad at shaving it and dont want to be covered in razor burns and have to explain to coworkers why I shaved my legs and arms

Hating my nose

Adopting a super masculine persona

Forcing myself to have a much deeper voice to not feel any of my true feelings

Actually seeing a future after considering becoming trans

Being hurt by transphobic comments at work before I realized my egg status

Was I sending what they said to my friend because i was hurt by it and wanted reassurance?

When i started drawing again, i had no desire to draw “cool badass epic shit” i just wanted to draw super cosy watercolor paintings.

God damn it i’ll say it, I fucking love pastels. Both the art medium and the color spectrum

Repression of my desire to dance and sing, or I guess express myself in any format due to internalized transphobia

“Mens fashion is so lame, girls have it so good. Im cis tho”

Pure depression my entire adult life

Wanting genuine friend connections with women in a more feminine way

Never caring about going out and buying clothes because none of them worked for me

Trying to force myself to not look at girls clothes because “thats only what weirdos do”

On this topic, how the fuck did i think this shit was normal… i wasnt watching women or anything, its not like i was being creepy in reality. I just wanted to see the womens clothes. Why is that such a bad thing for someone to want

Being jealous of my friend since he was openly wearing his girlfriend’s sweatshirt

Dude i stared longingly at a pink gamer girl chair, still cis tho

Speaking of gamers, being super jealous of C9 Sneaky that he could pass so well and was totally fine with showing that whole side of himself online. Same with Finnster.

I think i hate my voice, ever since realizing this about myself i cant help but hear my voice and think its not me

Being afraid to see a therapist because im not sure honestly

Fearing crying, but that might not be internalized transphobia and actually just be a side product of the vice grip on masculinity in society

Daydreaming about becoming a girl

General body dysmorphia

I want to cry but i cant, why cant I cry why

[menlove]

my main regret w t is just that i don't want to have to shave my beard constantly (or be seen as a man) and keeping up w stabbing myself weekly was just too much but i LOVE my body/chest hair and my voice and the way my body/face structure changed..... anyway i think it all helps me better empathize w trans women & gave me a really good perspective on things..... i just do truly wish body hair was not equated to gender

[heterophobicdyke]

Hi I noticed your bio has “ex radfem” now and I remember that you were kind of on the fence on calling yourself one, what made you officially decide to call yourself an ex radfem? seeing an influx of women who call themselves radfems now its super embarrassing. Like when women call themselves feminists in my head I go hmm okay but like wdym and I thought that could never happen to radical feminism but here we are lol seriously I totally don’t want to barf when I see grown women playing those radfem tag games where they go yes I have a bf and yes I shave and yes I don’t fw separatism 😬 sorry for the tangent anyway I guess I’m glad I never called myself one and I was wondering why you don’t anymore ig

the first thing i want to say is that this isn't the first time i've questioned being a radical feminist (as you mention in the ask), and it's not the first time i've dabbled in not using the label. but it's taken until now for me to finally accept that the issues i have with it are features, not bugs.

while liberal feminism convinces women that their disempowering choices are empowering - which is objectively wrong - radical feminism explains how these choices are disempowering, but ultimately enables women to do anything they want without accountability because bad women or their bad choices are Because of Men. it's gender in a new, different way.

radical feminism has become a complaining circle without demanding any radical action. we can talk about how bad botox is, but if women get botox then we feel sorry for them (they don't have to change a thing, even if they inspire other women to follow suit - even if they own their own beauty business). we talk about how bad men are and how much we hate what they do to us, while many radfems go home to a husband (suggesting radical feminists take the position of not having relationships with men is misogynistic, apparently). if a mother abuses her female daughter, it must have been because the father was abusing the mother - therefore the mother is not to blame. a madame of a brothel is viewed as just a pawn in men's game. women don't have to change a thing under radical feminism. they just have to admit it's due to patriarchy and, if they're smart, write some overly academicised pieces about it.

radical feminism proposes that misogyny is the original, worst, most important axis of oppression. you can't talk about the homophobia gay men face, and how radical feminists shouldn't call them f*ggots or groomers or whatever. it's become more common for radical feminists to be anti-immigration, so Those Men don't cross the border. many radfems think it's fine to call men fat or r*tarded or whatever, as if those words aren't used to insult women - as if no woman is listening - or as if those words are ok ever, even if directed at a man. what truly made me leave radical feminism is that behusbanded or beboyfriended women are the most homophobic, most anti-immigration, most likely to use ableist slurs, most on board with the idea that misogyny is so bad and women are so weak that other axes of oppression can only be perpetuated by men. a thin, able, straight radfem can call a man a fat, r*tarded, f*ggot groomer, while going home to a whole arse straight man, and it be completely fine under radical feminism.

the reason homophobia and racism have been issues in radical feminism's history is because homophobic and racist women join radical feminism and use it to justify being homophobic and racist, because, "women have it worse." radical feminism enables things like homophobia and racism because it gives women all the excuses in the world to be horrible and blame their faults on men. it's "i'm just a weak widdle girl, idk what i do hehe" all over again lol. trans activists and radical feminists are not that different. both culty af, too.