#are just me being expressive and not being afraid to wear a lil eyeliner or nail polish when the outfit calls for it

[thuesdaynightdykelife]

Don't call me a soft butch. Call me a rock solid, hard-as-fuck butch.

[thoriffix]

fuck it. heathers au idea dump time

ok so. in this au we got:

roman as veronica

logan as jd

janus as heather chandler

remus as heather duke

virgil as heather mcnamara

patton as martha

character thomas as ms fleming

remy and emile as kurt and ram

now, ok. that doesnt make sense, i hear you cry, and i say hear me Out.

roman as veronica: roman and veronica r both desperate to be important, popular and loved. theyre also both a little bit horny and impressed by fighting prowess, with a lil bit of snark to round it out. hes also excellent and good and ofc hes gonna be the lead have you Met roman

logan as jd: ok at first glance this doesnt make sense, But. jd deliberately numbs his emotions because he doesnt want to experience them... sounds familiar hmm? rage is also the emotion logan expresses most violently and most often, and fuck if jd isnt full of rage damn i also want an excuse for logan to wear eyeliner and have the right to go a little bit feral, let him LOOSE! plus jd is generally one of da more knowledgeable characters, w the most references to literature and the ability to make a bomb, which idk ig thats kinda smart?

janus as heather chandler: in thomases own words "hes like the main mean girl" dude hes a shady bitch and hes not afraid to show it in canon hes manipulated roman into being on his side (i know i know hes getting better dont lecture me he is one of my favs) and i jus feel like he fits chandlers sass and Prestige most of all

remus as heather duke: ok, ignoring the most obvious point of The Duke being heather Duke, all remus seems to want is to be heard and listened to, which ties in nicely with dukes constantly being told to shut up wouldnt you say? also, if you can look me in the eyes and tell me remus isnt the most likely to sing shine a light reprise i dont trust you

virgil as heather mcnamara: i talked about this briefly before, but virgil as mcnamara just makes sense to me, cuz like ok. virgil can be sassy and mean as much as the next guy, but at his core hes just scared of not fitting in, and feels uncomfortable and anxious about his place, which like. reflects on mcnamaras fear of being kicked out of the heathers yknow? also, i have strong feelings about him singing lifeboat dont @ me

patton as martha: look. look. marthas character is based around a desire to go back to when things were easy and she didnt have to worry so much. sounds pretty similar to patton "things were so much easier when you were younger" sanders, eh?? also im weak for patton and roman being childhood best friends

character thomas as ms fleming: ok this is sort of where my reasoning starts to fall apart, but like,, he sort of has the most authority over the sides i guessss???

remy and emile as kurt and ram: yeah ok so maybe this is where my airtight reasoning runs out but. remile is a pretty popular ship considering the two have literally never met and yeah emile might be way out of character but honestly i have the least attachment to them hskfhskfh if anyone has any better concepts for remy and emile pls tell me

ok thats all i got!!! might draw patton sometime soon otherwise im jus gonna sprinkle it in here n there (id lov to make animatics but thats sm work) i hope u like it :]

[2p-stuff-because-i-miss-them]

More softy but baddie 2p england headcanons plsss💞💞💞💞💞

*I am the bitch, bitches start and end with me, I am all that is b i t c h.*

He’s got that energy

This mans is honestly just the softest classy baddie there is

And he isn't even just one type of baddie ehe

From the getco Ollie's always been pretty outspoken, witty and sharp. And he damn sure knew LMAO.

AND HE WASN'T A F R A I D TO EXPRESS OR TALK ABOUT IT TO ANYONE

And with Flavio to add on in situations

And sometimes things slip o u t

Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t like being too vulgar or obtuse. He’s a gentleman after all, proper and tidy… but then sometimes he’ll see something or Flavio will tell him something and he’s like

          “*sNoRt* yOu StuPid BiTcH-”

And everyone turns around just to see him sipping his tabasco tea 

He knows how to thoroughly drag someone and flame about every aspect of themself p o l i t e ly

And he really do be holding himself back when someone’s talking shit

And then there's Flavio with his enabling self like “DRAAAG HIM”

And Olivers just puts bitches in their place IMMEDIATELY, super passive aggressively, but everyones just so shook afterwards because damn, how do you drag people with so much grace and elegance Oliver-

He knows he looks hella cute in pastel and he isn’t afraid to remind people that its not for them whenever they try to say something rude or stupid about how he dresses

Ollie is kinda pretty well off and he sometimes has a “who needs love with all this m o n e y” additude and then gives back to the community with donations to charities and community work: community minded baddie

He’s not one to flex but OCCASIONALLY you may see him with a significant amount of drip

The drip is subtle but I m m a c u l a t e. Maybe two steal rings one day, a pair of gold cuff earrings another...its just *chefs kiss*

He’s the person driving hella fast in a nice ass car and yes he did just cut you off on the highway, and you wanna step out of your car and cuss him out but he’s just a cute lil pastel boi, you wouldn’t hurt him….would you? :3

Ollie just also has the baddest wardrobe bruh

He wears makeup to hide his cute freckles for god knows what reason- so he takes some creative liberties and sometimes wears a small bit of mascara with eyeliner + light eyeshadow to complete the look and GD HE'S CUTE AS F

Catch him wearing an all black crop top with matching black pants, it's more adorable than anything but damn it radiates baddie behavior

He’s a really soft baddie because he looks and acts so cute while he does the baddest shit

*Ollie in his pastel racing suit getting ready to go drag racing with Flavio*: I can't talk rn, doing hot girl shit

The 2ps (excluding Romano) only get to see Oliver's baddie moments so briefly that they’ve all agreed that it doesn’t exist and they just dream of Oliver being a savage as a pastime together sometimes.

And Olivers like:

⊂_ヽ

　 ＼＼  I’m

　　 ＼( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

　　　 >　⌒ヽ

　　　/ 　 へ＼

　　 /　　/　＼＼a

　　 ﾚ　ノ　　 ヽ_つ

　　/　/

　 /　/|

　(　(ヽ

　|　|、＼Savage

　| 丿 ＼ ⌒)

　| |　　) /

ノ )　　Lﾉ

(_／

Basic summary: he’s a boss ass bitch and honestly sometimes without even realizing it he’ll use his badass confidence to uplift others uwu

Uhhh I revamped and edited this cause I feel like I was misinterpreting the "baddie" aesthetic. And I don't ever wanna disrespect someone intentionally, I fr just think Ollie's a baddie, in his own way but I noticed, unintentionally, I was like separating "classy" and "cute" from the baddie aesthetic which is just simply innacurate. Making it seem like something wrong or rough. There's all different kinds of baddies out there, and you don't have to act a certain way to be one, as a poc myself ik that negative stereotypes like this can fr hurt people and terms like this which aren't exclusive to anyone type of person. No one pointed this out to me, or told me to change this but I still think I ought to apologize cause I might have made someone uncomfortable and they just didn't say anything.

[sundrenched-smilez]

I see your 'here's a lot!' and raise you: 1, 3-6, 10-13, 17-19, 21, 23, 25

1. what is your gender?

dainty + bubbly

sharp

ethereal

decadent

3. what is your gender presentation like?

being genderfluid, it’s difficult tbh, and i dont always know what my gender is at any given moment? only what feels Wrong and Uncomfy. so i just gotta trial and error until i get tired of doing that and give up, or i find smth good. this can take several minutes expressing the above feelings and aesthetics is essentially my gender pres

4. what is your Gender Euphoria Outfit? 

d+b - smth flowy, soft, traditionally more girly and femme

sharp - punk, black and spiky. metal helps, so do bracelets, and sometimes eyeliner done to a point. mb a lil slutty, but for me, not for others. tank tops, torn clothing, showing skin

ethereal - the above, but more adorned and colorful? like rly unique and confident looks. less edges, more fae

decadent - like shirts w ruffles on them, feeling like a pirate or an old century princess, loose clothes, fancy clothes, feeling a lil like royalty or thinking highly of myself. mb more animated w my actions, more dancy

5. what makes you feel validated?

ppl using my pronouns, or telling their friends “oh look at that person, theyr’e goals/theyre pretty/so hot, etc” and impressing ppl w my beauty and style that way.

ppl not knowing what genitals i have, or being confused on that front!! like i’ve told ppl im on hormones n they assumed T instead of estrogen, and that’s fun. kinda like how u like to confuse ppl 

6. top five favorite parts of your body (n why you love them)?

thighs!! they’re rly good n have recently gotten thiccer bc i put on weight, and that makes me happy c:

i have a cute butt!!

boobs, bc ive always wanted them, nd i have them now, nd im big sexy

legs, esp when shaven, bc that always feels nice. so does my tummy, it’s rl soft

i love my eyes so much, they’re such a dark, deep warm brown!!! they rllllyyy pop when i wear eyeliner w them, and im always consistently happy abt them c: i also have good lips, nd suuuuper soft skin

im cheating but i also rly adore my hair, it gets rly curly sometimes, and i love that abt it 

10. do you have any trans pride merch?

i dont!! i have a gay flag in my room tho c: 

11. recent happy trans moment?

at work yesterday, i had mentioned customers probs find me offputting bc im tall and trans, and my friend josh who i work w, was like “use that to your advantage!! I know that sounds weird, but when i wear a flower crown, it’s easier to sell to ppl, bc im the Bubbly Gay” and i was like “hi, i dont have the genitals you think i do, please buy my fragrance” in a deadpan voice, n cracked him and my manager up 

12. favorite trans headcanon?

samus aran from metroid being trans!! shes powerful and unstoppable, and i love her 

13. favorite canon trans character? (alt: 2nd favorite trans headcanon?)

i rly love elliot from On A Sunbeam, but also alex fierro from the magnus chase series!!! she’s never afraid to let ppl know when her pronouns have changed (genderfluid) and she’s out and proud, and promotes “flaunting the weird” or unique, and she always wears pink n green, which is cool. like everyone was in white snow suits for camouflage, and she still had a pink/green one somehow, nd it was rly silly 

17. something you wish you could tell your younger self?

brush ur teeth more, also dont worry, ppl will love ur dick and wont bash u for having one. you’ll have friends that love and want to b around u

18. what would your Ideal Fashion Look be?

i rly want that rose dress i drew on zuretta, mb i’ll try sewing one when i have money

19. (how) does your gender relate to your sexuality?

if u like me, ur gay, and also i rly want someone (partner wise) to call me their flame, bc that would b rly affirming and gay. like im an urban/modern pirate witch who strolls into town on odd full moons, bringing lavish gifts and showering my love in affection, sex, and laughteri like the concept of sex more than actual sex, but u know,,,, some gay thoughts

21. what makes you feel euphoric?

when i can express my genders the way i want to, or express/hold myself in a way that rly makes me all !!!!!! inside

like a firm and steady connection, resonating in my aesthetic like a beacon or a lightning strike; powerful, brimming with energy, and certainty. 

23. claim something as trans culture. 

running a joke into the ground until it's unrecognizable from what the original one was (i’m about to end this man’s whole career > me, about to fight someone “i’m about to end this man” >me answering if i’ve entered the building yet “i’m about to” > me, when i’m a muscle underneath someone’s stomach fat “i’m ab”)

editing ur friends into memes

25. what’s your favorite part of being trans?

tbh i dont rly identify as trans, just nb, bc ive always felt nonbinary; used to b rly grossed out by being called anything masculine, felt uncomfortable to take my shirt off from the age of like 6, in public spaces. called myself an individualso like im definitely not cis but i’ve always been nonbinary, so i dont feel the need to categorize myself into like “someone who isn’t as they used to be” if that makes sense. 

plus idk, uncomfy term for me specifically, doesn’t feel right. same w transfeminine, like im androgynous in the first place, and if i were feminine, i dont see the need 2 arbitrarily add trans in front of it, as if to say “im artificial”obvs those terms r affirming for others, and im rly happy abt that and encourage them to use em, but for me its just like. mmm. thats how it feels, a lil nasty nd not me. wrong, ig? feelings. its 1 am almost so im in a slightly off mindset, but also fine bc i just took like a big nap from 3:30ish to 8no gender roles, im free of constriction and can dress however tf i want bc fuck fashion trends? its just money in the pocket of a corporation. now i do like fashion, but only in that i love to see how ppl express themselves, not so much following trends and rules abt it. it’s better to b unique and have ur own style, what makes u u, what makes u comfy and happily expressed

[kelliswords]

I wrote a short story for my queer studies class and my professor said it was really, really good! It’s about a gay figure skater.

Warm Hands

As usual, the room fell silent when Adaline walked in. It didn’t bother her anymore, though, not like it used to. She’d played the role of the outcast more times than she can count. Why should today be any different? She strolled to her typical bench in the back of the room to unlace her skates in the routine that she’d nearly perfected- don’t make eye contact with any of the figure skaters and hopefully today they’d leave her alone. She put on her headphones as she unlaced the skates thinking about her practice. It was the last time before she would perform tonight in the show, and she needed to clear her head if she had any hope of skating a clean program.

“Hey Addy!” Adaline looked up to the voice. Unfortunately her well-practiced routine failed. Sometimes the gaggle of girls didn’t have anything in particular to snoot at, so they fell back on the next-best option, Adaline.

She pulled one headphone out. “Yeah?”

“Are you showing up tonight after, you know…”

“After what?”

“Well, you kept falling today. You’re not really going perform tonight when you can’t even land a single axle, are you?”

It was bait, Adaline knew, just bait to get her to lash out. But it still hurt. Adaline pursed her lips, reminding herself to breathe. To calm down.

“You know, if you actually came skating instead of making out with that girlfriend of yours, you might make a decent figure skater. As it is, you’re nothing but an embarrassment to the sport.”

Normally, Adaline was strong. Normally Adaline would say something like, “She’s not my girlfriend.” Normally she could take the taunting, but today she’d had an especially hard practice, today she’d fallen especially hard, and today she was especially down on herself. Tears stung at her eyes. She worked her fingers as fast as she could, fumbling with the knots and tearing the skates off her feet.

“What’s this? Are you crying?”

Adaline kept quiet as she quickly put her skates away. “I mean, of course you’re crying! You know it’s true!”

Adaline shrugged her back over her shoulder and pushed past the girl. As she pushed open the door, she heard a call  behind her, “Run away to your little girlfriend, you disgusting lesbian.” That was it, tears were falling freely, and Adaline rushed to her car.

There wasn’t anything wrong with being a lesbian, Adaline knew that, but it was beginning to wear on her. Every time the word was thrown at her she felt as if she had something to be ashamed of, as if she’d let the whole world down simply by loving girls.

As if on cue, Adaline's phone rung. It was her alleged girlfriend, Maisie. Adaline took a deep breath to compose herself. She didn’t need Maisie to know what had been said, that she was accused of being her girlfriend. It’d make things awkward between them. Complicated. It was better to leave her in the dark. With one last sniff, she answered the phone. “Hey, Maise.”

“Hey Addy! I was just wondering what time the show was tonight. I don’t want to be late, you know. Gotta be there to support my favorite figure skater.”

“Doors open at 6:30 and the show will start around 7:00. But, Maisie, you don’t really need to come, honestly. It’s dumb.”

“Don’t be an idiot. I’ll be there. Listen, I have to cram some homework before tonight, but I’ll see you soon!”

“Bye, Maisie.”

The phone clicked off and just like that Adeline's mood soared. Something about Maisie always made Adaline happy. She started her car and drove home with a goofy smile plastered on her face where, only moments ago, heavy tears had fallen.

***

Adaline’s face felt different, heavy. She caked so much makeup on that she barely recognized herself in the mirror. With her eyes thickly lined and her lips crafted to perfection Adaline thought she looked...different. Whether it was a good kind of different or a bad, she didn’t know.

“Adaline! We’ve got to get going or we’ll be late!” her mother called. She spared one last look into the mirror. A good different, she decided and ran down to the car.

The ride to the rink was a short one. Way too short for Adaline’s taste-- she could feel her stomach sinking with each second that passed. A gnawing sensation attacked her nerves as she stared at the blurred scenery that passed by all too quickly.

Once in the rink, Adaline said goodbye to her family and was left alone in a locker room that would soon be filled with chattering, excited girls. She quickly, and quietly, laced up her skates and went to sit rinkside. As usual, she did everything to avoid eye contact with any of the figure skaters that happened to cross her path.

6:55. Five minutes before the show started, then six performances before her. Anxiety ate away at her stomach.

Her phone buzzed next to her. It was a text from Maisie.  Hey girl! I got a front row seat! Can’t wait to see you skate your ‘lil heart out! And just like earlier that day, Adaline’s fear and anxiety dissipated. She made a mental note to thank Maisie for being so amazing later.

The lights went down and the show began. All too soon, Adaline was rushed behind to the entrance of the ice. She was next. The gnawing in her stomach returned, but it seemed smaller now, it was a distant memory of anxiety. She could deal with that. She even managed to smile at the boy stepping off the ice as she stepped on.

It was her time. To show what she was made of. To prove that she wasn’t just a mediocre figure skater. To prove that she wasn’t an embarrassment to the sport...to prove that there was nothing wrong with being a lesbian.

Her music started and Adaline let her body take over, twisting and twirling in time with the music. She swayed this way and that, jumpinged with finesse and spun quick and tight. The slight gnawing in her stomach vanished and suddenly she was alone on the ice. There was no one, nothing to worry about, and she skated her heart out. With each movement she could feel her confidence growing. She felt herself smile. Soon she only had one jump left. The axle. The jump, no matter how hard she practiced, she always fell on. Her knees felt permanently bruised because of it, but today she wasn’t scared. Today she could defeat anything, even the axle. She threw herself into with it without a second thought and landing solidly. Applause from the audience broke her trancelike state as she stood in her ending pose.

Adaline skated off, smiling and waving at the audience. In the crowd, she spotted Maisie clapping, her face screwed up as she shouted. Her heart swelled twice its size. Today was a very good day, she decided, even after all that’d happened.

She met her family in the lobby. Her mother and father hugged her and kept gushing how very proud they were of her. Even her brother smiled at her, congratulating her.

“Addy!” a voice screamed behind.

Adaline barely had time to turn around before she was attacked by Maisie hugging her. Her arms were tight and welcoming. Adaline sunk into her body. “You did amazing! I’m so, so proud of you, Addy.”

“Thanks,” Adaline tried to reply, but the word got muffled into Maisie’s thick hair.

They stood like that for a while, simply enjoying each other’s hug. When Maisie finally pulled back, Adaline could see something was off. “What’s wrong, Maise?”

The reply was quiet and shy, almost as if she was afraid of something. “You look beautiful tonight, Addy.”

Adaline beamed. “Aw, thank you, Maisie. I spent forever on my eyeliner and I still think it’s too thick, but I guess that’s okay ‘since I was so far away on the ice and no one could really see-”

She was cut off by Maisie pressing their lips together. She smiled into the kiss and could feel Maisie smile back. The girls broke apart. “You talk too much,” Maisie said, “It’s the only way I could think to shut you up.”

“Of course,” Adaline replied back, beaming.

“Oh, gross.”

Just like that, Adaline’s good feeling evaporated. “Look, if you two girls are going to kiss, please do it somewhere else. This isn’t a roller-derby you know. Lesbains aren’t allowed here.”

Adaline's throat went dry and she looked at Maisie, whose expression was unreadable. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, actually. I’d suggest you two disgusting freaks of nature leave. This is a family establishment, after all.”

Adaline felt Maisie tense. “Maisie, don’t. It’s not worth it.”

Maisie ignored her. “There isn’t anything wrong with this! This is two people loving each other. Two people showing affection.”

“It’s unnatural.”

Maisie’s face went red. “Unnatural?”

“Unnatural.”

They stared, eyes blazing with fire. “There. Is. Nothing. Wrong. With. It,” Maisie finally said, then turning to Adaline, “c’mon. Let’s go celebrate with decent people.”

Hand in hand the two girls left. Hand in hand the two girls took on the world. And hand in hand, the two girls were themselves. Complete and free. Loving and accepting. Hand in hand, the two girls were happy.