#but mannnn this is so gender to me

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i don't quite wanna call it makeup bc makeup sounds fashionable or fancy or pretty and that's not it but. i've been getting more into makeup recently. like just eye stuff bc i touch my face a lot and fucking despise anything cream-like. but let me tell you. i almost wish i'd post pics of me. bc i'm kinda cooking with this and especially today that makeup fucks severely i have never felt more gender

[moe-broey]

For me Alfonse is also a study in being A Fake Ass Bitch who can actually completely embody whatever front he has up. Like. YEAH there are times you can still see right through him, and times where he's just so devastatingly sincere it outpowers his front. But like. To me, Alfonse is a guy who had to learn to lie very early on. Who, just happened to have a better capacity for it. Better performance. Still, I think there's times where he suffers for it. But overall, he does it well.

[xxxvo1d3d-us3rxxx]

gender gender gender gender geNDER GENDER GENDER GENDER GENDE-

[itsrlymine]

there is this swedish celebrity i love and i always said how “i want someone who looks like him” and then a few days later in a random shop there was a boy that looked EXACTLY like him i gasped 😭literally identical im not even lying and he kept staring too i was like…..😭

GIRL (not gender-specific) YESSSS!!!!!!!!!!! Omg this is literally one of my favorite things to do! it's so much fun. I ended up doing this for Klaus Mikaelson and this guy from disney that I had a crush on growing up. You better get you mannnn. I need do this more neow not you giving me ideassss

[angelyuji]

skirts and promises

707 x reader (most (if not all) dialouge from day 9 phone call) reader wear a skirt but no gendered pronouns

hope you guys enjoy! i know not many of you follow me for mystic messenger stuff but it's summer so im back on the grind :)) no warnings! maybe a little suggestive so yk.... anyways, i'm a 707 girlie till i die thats literally my man i need him so bad it physically hurts me like omg thats my FREAKING MANNNN.... have fun reading!

you glance at seven sitting next to you on the couch, typing at lightening speed on his laptop. you quietly pull out your phone, pretending to look through the chatrooms before dialing his number on the RFA app.

“hello?” seven laughs next to you and you pout at the phone.

“why are you laughing?” you look over at him suspiciously.

“i noticed you glancing at me while pressing on the phone, so i wondered if you were trying to call me. and you really did! why are you so cute? i even love how predictable you are.” you blush at seven’s words. you jump up and run into the kitchen, giggling to yourself. “hmm? why are you running into the kitchen? i can’t see you now!” seven whines as you press yourself against the fridge and slide down to the floor.

“it feels like we’re actually talking on the phone if we can’t see each other!” you speak into the phone, smiling to yourself.

“what?” you peek your head around the corner and watch as seven tilts his head in confusion. “huh…you’re right…then i want to hide too! where should i go?” seven stands up, phone pressed to his ear. “i want to go into the kitchen too!”

“no, no! then there wouldn’t be any point in me hiding!” you whine, and you watch as seven throws his head back and laughs. he plops back onto the couch, arms spread out on the top of the couch. you bite your lip and watch as he relaxes into the couch.

seven sighs, “…i miss you when you disappear from my sight. i want to be right beside you… always.” a warm silence fills the apartment. you feel your heart beat faster. you turn your head back to face the cabinets across from you.

“i… i feel the same.” you whisper, afraid to disturb the feeling in the air.

seven’s voice quiets as he talks into the phone, “you know, it’s good to laugh. i mean, if we can manage to laugh in this situation, what other miracle can we hope for?” you hum, letting him continue. “i think this is what suits us. that no matter what happens, we can look at each other and laugh.” he stops talking and you wait. “promise me… promise me that from now on, we’ll look at each other, smile, and get through whatever comes.”

“i promise.” you smile.

seven stands up and walks towards the kitchen, stopping at the entry. “and if we get tired in the process… our robot can help us laugh.”

“i want to make you smile too.” you giggle, clutching the phone to your chest.

“then poke your head out!” you peek your head out, seven grabs your legs, and pulls. you scream and he cackles as you lay flat on the floor. he sits on his knees, clutching his sides. you raise yourself up onto your elbows and smile. “why are you smiling? you just looked into my eyes!”

“i don’t know, i guess i just like you a lot.” you lay back down, covering your face as you feel a blush creep back up your face.

seven laughs, pulling you closer. “do you like me that much?” he whispers and holds himself over you. one hand cups your face, “don’t pout, i like you too.” he moves back to his knees with a huff. “god, i like you so much… i want to tease you, i want to watch your cute little face.”

you sit up and hit his arm, feeling your face burn. “you’re so annoying.”

seven laughs harder, “i’m so happy we can manage to play in such a small apartment.”

“interesting you say that when you didn’t even want to be near me earlier.” you huff and cross your arms.

seven grabs your hand, “ahh, just forget about that now. what’s important is the present, and the future we’ll create… together.” you smile, crossing your fingers together. “oh, but there’s a problem right now.”

“huh? what problem?” your eyes widen in panic.

“you do realize that you’re pretty defenseless, right?” seven lets go of your hand to cup your face once more. “i’m not just a guy that types away at a laptop. i’m really, really trying hard to hold back right now.” his thumb brushes against your lips and you hold your breath. you watch as his eyes drift to your lips. his face gets close and you close your eyes. you feel as if time stops, but he pauses, you can feel his breath on your lips. all of a sudden, you hear a loud laugh, you open your eyes and seven’s on the floor once more.

you move closer to him and whack his arm, “you are such a jerk, seven.”

you flop back onto the floor, annoyance turning to laughter. seven sits back onto the floor, crisscross. “ahh, don’t worry, (y/n). i’m super good at holding it in. speaking of, can’t you- can’t you pull down your skirt a little. i think- i think it kind of crawled up when you were laughing.” his eyes drift to your thighs. you look down and notice that your skirt had ridden up, exposing more of your thighs.

you smile, innocently, “what if i don’t want to? what if i don’t want to listen to you?” you use a finger to slowly pull your skirt up higher. seven’s hands clasp yours, stopping you from going further.

his eyes were wide and you tilt your head, noticing how wide his pupils are. “you don’t want to? please… i feel like my nose is gonna start bleeding if you keep going like this… i’m sure of it.” you pull one side of your sweater down below your shoulder, smiling slightly. seven’s breathing gets heavy. “god… i don’t think- i can’t-” seven shoots up, surprising you. “i need to go work out a bit. i just want to work out of my body too, not just my brain all the time.” you get up with him. “maybe- maybe a cold shower too…” he mumbles, brushing his hand through his hair.

“wait- seven-” you grab his arm.

he looks back at you with a weird expression. “and uh… please be careful of your skirt. i’m sorry.” you bite your lip and pout.

“fine… i guess i should hang up then and help you.” you grab your phone and seven grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him.

“huh? help me? wait- why- why are you trying to hang up? not yet!”

[stupidlittlequeer]

Trans tips #6

YOU DO NOT NEED TO INFANTISE YOURSELF TO BE MORE PALETABLE TO OTHERS

you don't need to infantile yourself

You don't need to be palatable

You don't need to conform to others views and opinions

You don't need to infantise yourself to be more palatable

You don't need to infantise yourself for others

You don't need to be palatable for others

This one is kind of a rant so whatever BUT

I SEE THIS SO OFTEN IT MAKES ME WANT TO GO FERAL

There was this great trans influencer on tiktok, he went by Mars, had all the surgeries, talked about his experiences, had a clothing brand, interacted with fans, allllll the good shit an influencer can do...right? RIGHT!!

I loved his, he's one of the first influencers that made me question my gender identity, made me do my own research and ask myself questions and start to realize that I, too, might be Trans

Fuckin love that guy! He's great!

But you know what's one thing that made me cringe away from him! HE INFANTISED HIMSELF SO MUCH

This goes for trans women and men, you don't need to make yourself look like a meek lil defenseless thing to be palatable to others! PLEASE

He called himself a boy ALL. THE. TIME even though he's a full ass man with a beard and body hair and age and wisdom he call himself a little boy!

He got the testosterone jelly but he called it his "boy goo" STOP IT

He stood slouched and pitched his voice up for the camera and tried to make himself sound and appear as meek and whimpy and vulnerable as he could! Just in the way he carried himself in his videos!! And it INFURIATES ME BEYOND BELIEF!!!!!!!

DONT INFANTISE YOURSELF

It's testosterone jelly, not "boy goo" even "man goo" or "man slime" if you still wanted a stupid lil name for it just ANYTHING BUT BOY GOO also that just sounds weird to begin with!!!

Your a MAN not a BOY unless you are the AGE of a BOY you are a MANNNN

Same with trans women!!!! You are not a GIRL you are a WOMAN unless you are the AGE of a GIRL you are a WOMANNNNNN

And I get it, you don't wanna be that big intimidating trans person coming in public restrooms like what the media says is evil and blah blah blah

But your fucking NOT

INFANTISING YOURSELF IS TRANS ERASURE

We are not meant to hide in the shadows or be in the back of the classroom or anything like that! Be proud about who you are! Square your shoulders! Chin up! Pick up your feet! Walk with confidence! PLEASE

End of rant but I just needed to get that out of my system

Also i have a rant about trans people sexualizing themselves but that's a different rant for another day!

[misslaevna]

hello! Can I request Chuuya and dazai taking care of a sick reader? I’ve gotten really sick and mannnn I just need fluff 😔, gender neutral please!! Take care of yourself!!

Get well soon, I hope you like it! ♡

Taking care of you while you're sick

Characters: Dazai, Chuuya Genre: fluff

Chuuya

No matter how hard you tried to convince Chuuya that ‘it’s not that bad’, your pale skin and your voice were saying otherwise.

And Chuuya believed your symptoms, not your determination to make him feel at ease.

‘Hey. You don’t look fine’, he said while he stepped behind you while you were making tea, and wrapped his arms around you. ‘Go back to bed or I’m tossing you in it.’

You wanted to argue, you really wanted to, but instead of a solid reasoning, only deep coughs came out.

Chuuya gently shook his head while placing his hand on your waist, guiding you back to bed.

When you were all cozied up, Chuuya headed back to the kitchen to finish making tea for you, along with a light breakfast, just in case your appetite gets better. He brought your drink and food inside on a tray, placing it on your nightstand.

‘If anything happens, text- no, call me,’ He said, stroking your face, fixing his worried gaze on you. 

You shook your head, ‘Dear, it’s just a cold.’ You said, placing your hand on top of his. 

Even if it is just a cold, Chuuya is still worried about you. He hates seeing you sick, what he hates even more is that he can’t be beside you all day long. 

‘I’ll try to be back early today’, he said, ‘take care baby.’ He said, pressing a kiss on your lips, and on your forehead. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too’ you said with a faint smile. ‘I’ll see you tonight.’

However, during the day, your phone just kept on buzzing every 30 minutes or so.

Chuuya really wanted to make sure you’re okay.

When he arrived home from work, he had a little surprise for you: herbal teas, all different kinds of fruits, and top quality essential oils.

‘Now, let’s get you back on your feet, shall we?’ he said, peeling a tangerine for you.

You smiled and a fuzzy feeling ran through your body: this time, not because of some sickness. But because you once again realised: you couldn’t possibly be in better hands.

Dazai

‘You’re not getting up today?’, Dazai asked peeping into your room, where you’ve been lying ever since your alarm went off… like five times now.

You shook your head, ‘Not today’. You woke up with the worst headache and a sore throat; no way you’re going to work today. ‘Tell Kunikida I’m sick, please.’

‘Sick?’, Dazai’s eyes widened. ‘So, no work today?’

Dazai tossed his coat and shoes down and made his way to the other side of the bed. He got under the covers and scooted right next to you to wrap you in his arms.

‘Let’s sleep a little more, then.’

You shook your head, ‘Dazai, you’re perfectly capable of going to work.’

‘They’ll live for a day without me’, he whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek, ‘I’m staying home today with you.’ 

You gave up on arguing a long time ago with Dazai; you had no choice but to accept that you will be spending the day with your boyfriend today.

You immediately fell asleep in Dazai’s arms, the way he was stroking your hair worked its magic almost instantly. 

After you fell asleep, Dazai kept on stroking your hair, and then your cheek, admiring you with his deep, brown eyes.

When you were fast asleep, without a sound, Dazai carefully got up from next to you and made his way down to the pharmacy a couple blocks away from you.

Being, well, Dazai, he returned with probably one too many over the counter medicines and vitamins.

At least you can choose from literally all available flavours!

When he got back home, he found you still sleeping.

He changed into a comfortable t-shirt, careful to not wake you up, and crawled back to bed, just to take you into his arms again.

You slowly opened your eyes, feeling his arms around you and his breathing down on your neck.

‘You really should’ve gone to work today.’ you said, slowly drifting back to another round of sleeping.

‘I’m doing my duty just fine.’, said Dazai teasingly, pressing a couple kisses on your face, while his hold around you tightened, ‘Sleep, dear.’

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

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[bradassholemajors]

Wtf Is Shock Treatment’s Deal? (Or, Local Critic Discovers Escapism and Having Fun In The Midst of Late Stage Capitalistic Dread)

Watched Shock Treatment for the first time this week, and I am a changed man lol. Here are some disorganized thoughts:

I think something that makes Rocky Horror so special is that it can be as deep or not-deep as you want it to be. Like, if you want to think about the cultural implications of the themes portrayed (hedonism, gay & trans liberation, gender roles, the Invasion-of-the-Body-snatchers style infiltration of outside queer forces, the downfall of the safety contained within a collective identity), you can absolutely do that! There’s so much to be interpreted there!! But if you are just here to see Tim Curry looking incredibly sexy and violently thrust along to the Time Warp at a midnight showing with a bunch of cool strangers, that is absolutely awesome, too. Slay!! Take what you want.

BUT SHOCK TREATMENT MANNNN??? Shock Treatment is a whole different ballgame lol. Like, it is also a thematically rich goldmine, if you’re willing to squint a little— in terms of content included, not necessarily how it’s portrayed within the narrative. In the words of Barry Bostwick here, “it was a statement about the future that we weren't quite ready to explore. We didn't really even have the mental emotional vocabulary to understand what Richard [O’Brien, the creator] was trying to say.” I think this is spot-fucking-on!!! It’s absolutely frighteningly prescient, especially today in terms of the commodification of mental health. Like, woah. Janet being crowned “Miss Mental Health” felt like such a Gwyneth Paltrow moment. Cultural prophet Richard O’Brien saw the dark cloud of Betterhelp and wellness culture galloping over in the horizon in the distance of the American landscape, and he set out to warn us.

I still don’t quite understand what happened in the movie. I still don’t know what my takeaway was supposed to be. And I guess if you’re a little insane and love having fun doing thematic analysis with weird media (like me), taking Shock Treatment seriously may be right for you, lol. But thematically overall I think it’s safe to say: it’s a lot less coherent than its predecessor. It’s messy. It’s not interested in being flawless. It’s not interested in appealing to an audience. It’s barely interested in being a sequel. Shock Treatment is lowkey pointing and laughing in the face of those who showed up expecting a masterpiece— which admittedly was me, because I take Rocky Horror pretty seriously. (I put off watching Shock Treatment for a while bc I wasn’t sure about how it would affect the Rocky Horror Universe I had in my head.) If not for the internet reviews prepping me, I would have walked in completely expecting another nuanced perfect symphony of a movie to measure up to Rocky Horror’s magic.

But the thing was? Watching Shock Treatment, it ended up I did not really care!!!!! I was having the time of my life!!!!!

(more under the cut whoops)

Wtf was going on!!!!!!!!!!! Who knows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still don’t quite know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I loved it!!!

This reaction of such joy, just letting myself vibe out made me think because when did I start getting surprised when watching a movie is more pleasurable than not??? Isn’t that the entire point of media??

I think with the modern commodification of media analysis and examining pop culture up close, I’d argue that Fun Media without a message is actually pretty hard to come by— at least in mainstream culture. Even stuff as sanitized as Disney movies are now digging into like generational trauma, appealing to what seems to be a collective search for depth (or at least the appearance of depth.) Modern neo-nazi brands of fascism wields power like never before, horrific images of violence follow everyone left and right. Sometimes it seems like this open secret, that everyone knows there’s this looming darkness at the forefront of our minds at all times.

So this transition from Rocky Horror to Shock Treatment felt actually sort of powerful to me. Rocky Horror’s generation-long reverberations of shamelessly depicting sensual revelry are so powerful; it’s bold even for today! (Of course, we all know transvestite isn’t a term commonly used today, but looking at it through the lens of its time, it becomes clear what a miracle the movie is. Knowing what it must have meant to queer people at the time it became a phenomenon— giving them a real space to be themselves in a hostile world criminalizing who they were, in a time of oppressive pressure to stay silent — that is the type of brave blatant acceptance hard to come by in any era.) Rocky Horror is something I don’t know if will ever happen again, and its sequel seems to concur.

Shock Treatment has been called a cash grab but I beg to differ. If you’ve seen it, no offense: but does this seem marketable to you??? It seems like it’s a Richard O’Brien project (already wacky) that went through several levels of development hell and heavy modifications through the creative process. Said with the utmost respect… it may have got away from them a bit. Put lovingly, Shock Treatment lowkey kinda sucks a little at times. It’s silly, it’s got a huge cast and musical fun galore. It’s serving B-movie realness. I don’t say this to bash on it, I say this with a bemused respect— I think the existence of Shock Treatment is as much a miracle as Rocky Horror (aren’t all creations???)

So in the first iteration, we have advocacy and fighting for freedom for those long silenced… but also, Shock Treatment seems to allow the creators to just let themselves have fun. Aren’t they both revolutions in their own right? Does everything have to be lasting cultural milestones or does our enjoyment matter in the moment? I’d argue we need both as human beings to thrive. It comes back to that Rocky-Horror-experience philosophy I covered where you’re taking what you feel you need most from the media you consume: a message or a celebration of just being here.

In conclusion, sometimes shit doesn’t have to be that deep. More movies should just say “fuck it, we ball” and give you the most absolutely incoherent fun time of your life. I love not taking things seriously, and I love creators willing to not take their work seriously. Perhaps Richard O’Brien also had a premonition with Shock Treatment in the sense of how he just had fun with it! Maybe we need less attempts at masterpieces and more attempts at just creation for the joy of it— or both, because joyful creation makes masterpieces!!! I’d love to see more creators of every skill level and every background, known and not known, say fuck you to capitalism and expectation and marketability and just say, we’re gonna do it anyhow, anyhow!!!

[poeticlilies]

Hi I just found your page, it's really pretty!

Can I request something with Fukuzawa and a reader (fem or gn) who works in theatre and just really likes to sing and dance and all that.

If you don't want to write this, that's okay too.

Have a nice day!

♡ Fukuzawa with theatre s/o!

Fukuzawa Yukichi x Reader

Desc: HCs of Fukuzawa with a theatre s/o! (gender neutral reader!

TW/CW: none!

this. this man.

lawddddd i am so down bad for this MANNNN

he absolutely loves it when you sing!! he thinks your voice is angelic <33

if there's a slow, romantic song playing, he'll pull you into a waltz while humming the tune. he pulls you against his chest and hugs you, swaying you gently as he cherishes your presence.

he's so skrunkly brbrbrbrbrbrr imagine him. him dancing with you. he can ABSOLUTELY dance look me in the eyes and tell me he cant i double dare u.

will attend every single one of your theatre performances. also funds stuff if you guys need funding,, sorry i dont make the rules he's just like that

as always, at the end of every performance (regardless of your role/position) he'll bring you a bouquet of red roses to show his love. <3

will sometimes ask if you can sing for him, particularly when he's had a rough night and needs you there with him. the melody is a constant, gentle reminder that you're there for him, as he gets anxious when there's no indicator or cue that you're still there so the soft singing reassures him greatly,,,

he's so obsessed w your voice it's. not even funny anymore /j

he took a video (w your consent) of you singing a song,, and he cherishes it and listens to it everyday at the agency. the ada members have walked in on him, eyes closed, with a soft smile on his face and just slowly walked out. they know not to interrupt.

if you hum or sing him a goodnight song every night before bed it becomes a MUST. he cannot and WILL NOT sleep unless you sing him a song. he might be wise and sophisticated but damn it this is the ONE THING he will throw hands over

summary: fukuzawa loves u, ur voice, ur dance, ur performances, everything ❤

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i actually love him sm it's not funny anymore

[onelonelypiano]

i have so many *thoughts* on sanji and his relationship with sexuality and gender, and mannnn if i could write i'd be unstoppable

but alas, greater beings would deem me too powerful if i had the skill to write fics. thus i wax poetic through gooey fanart and silly comics

[pumpkinsy0]

T4T Two-Bit and Tim bonding (my favorite messy platonic besties with benefits)

everything about these two starts w t’s🙄🙄

idk what exactly u guys wanna hc them to transition to so ill just make this as general as i can as i usually do, just swap the pronouns if u gotta🙏🏽🙏🏽

•i already hc two bit as chubby and tim is decently buff, they found their own way to change up their chest without getting top surgery and theyre equally impressed w each other

•if they do bind their chest, they (or at least one of em) uses bandages to wrap em up (which im sure u shouldnt do that, but look theyre kinda desperate here)BUT they use the excuse if “patching em uo after a fight” to do it if its like in the middle if the day

•let tim do jobs for money to get surgery and fund a bit of money for the both of em,,,,,tell me yall see the vision

•lets b honest, they BOTH steal the hormones that they need, tim can get some of his gang to help and two is just good at stealing, period lmao

•when they hook up i dont think they really talk about each others bodys, maybe like a passing comment, but even when its changing they just, let the other b and they like that

•i feel like what they love about each other is that they dont HAVE to explain themselves, they never did, so when it comes to both of em being trans, they rlly appreciated that part especially, they wanted to b themselves without worrying about their relationship going to hell and they found that w each other, they told the other and nothing changed n they liked that

•ok look i said that but im giggling at the idea of them after hooking up and theyre like “sooooo anything knew w u” as pillow talk

•theres been times where tims been held in those gendered cells when he gets arrested and two bit WILL make it his mission to get him out there fast, yes tim can hold his own, but its more to deal w the mentality of it all

•tim doesnt like admitting that he hates it bc he feels like it makes him look weak but two doesnt rlly care about that, hes getting u outta there king🙏🏽🙏🏽

•im pretty sure theres estrogen and testosterone gel, and if they were to use one of those, two bit will rub it onto tim and b like “hey there, lol😏😏” and tim just grumbles under his breath cause mannnn hurry UP ur enjoying this too much

•they have this tree they carve into that just measures their heights to see how much it changes, its either that or they could use it to just generally measure other dimensions on em (PAUSE)

[h0w4m1h3r3]

can I get uhhhh...

drunken confession with dust and killer?

Ofc!! I didn't know if you wanted them at the same time so thas what I did-

TW/CW: short, alcohol, stupid end, swearing, l-bomb

Reader notes: swears alot, drinks, gender neutral

2nd person

Laying your head down on the bar, you breathed deeply and sniffed a bit. You had some new bar buddies, one on either side of you.

One of them, the one on your right patted your back.

"Y'know, I just love 'em sooooo much. And, and, I-I just can'tell 'em." You sniffed more and the man to the right of you kept rubbing your back. "The're so great an' I don' wanna ruin the friendship. I like both of 'em too, I don' wan' 'em ta think Imma slut or somethin'."

"i'm sure they won't. they probably love you back." The one to your left finally spoke.

"Naw, it's killer 'n' dust. Real tough guys. Ya know 'em?"

Both hummed in affirmation.

"Don' tell 'em tho'. They're awesome but real assholes too."

"you should tell 'em yourself. I know 'em pretty well, they do like ya. Alot." The one massaging circles into your back spoke this time.

"Alrig' funny mannnn. I don' believe ya one bit. I'm no' a fuckin' idiot..."

The shouting and music got louder suddenly. Your head spun and nothing made sense.

.

.

.

The throbbing of your head woke you up with a start. You were exhausted. Basically dead. Opening just one eye made the headache worse, the light from the window stinging your dry eyes. You let out a long groan.

"rise 'n' shine sleepyhead. I'm all for a nap but you've been out almost thirteen hours now."

Killer!

"wha... what..?" What was killer doing in my house

"you crashed at my place with dust last night. better be thankful we kept ya outta trouble or ya might be in someone else's bed."

Did you sleep with him!?

The fear must have shown on your face because he assured you nothing happened other than you being an idiot.

Idiot...

It all came rushing back.

Shit.

Mother of all buttcheeks.

In your drunken stupor you confessed to them. Your 'new bar buddies' were killer and dust.

"Shit, killer 'm sorry. Didn', I was drunk. Fuck." Your voice wavered and probably gave your fear away.

"so, ya didn' mean all that." Killer said in a 'knew it' kinda tone.

"Fuck, what did I say..." You whispered, but then quickly corrected yourself. "Ya know what, don' tell me, I don' wanna know."

"you confessed your love to us about some idiots named killer and dust. said you didn' want them to think you were a slut."

Fuuuuuccckkkk

"I'm sorry-" you began, but we're cut off.

"i don't think you're a slut. neither does dust." He paused for a moment before continuing. "we love you too. wow. l-bomb." He paused again. "it's true though."

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but you cut him off first.

"killer, if you are fucking pulling my leg I will torture you to death."

"c'mon, let's go to subway. for lunch. dusty's favourite."

[aroanthy]

i've thoroughly enjoyed everything you already said on the topic and would like to ask if there is anything else you might want to get off your chest about saionjis gender shit if it strikes the fancy?

i am the transfem saionji truther, we know this, but mannnn. her whole thing with masculinity is so damn interesting and i see very few people actually grasp at what's going on in that (malcolm tucker voice) abandoned barn of a brain of hers. that was a joke btw her brain is not an abandoned barn she actually makes some of the most astute points in the whole show lmfao. anyway

saionji's masculine ideal is much more informed by traditionally japanese ideas of gender, as opposed to the americanised 'modern man' masculinity that akio peddles. like saionji thinks that princes are cringe. he's just also tormented by the fact that no one else thinks that and everyone loves these princes and because he's got the world's biggest inferiority complex, he can only think that he's wrong, that he's been left behind to a world deemed 'unspecial' because of some innate quality about him. and whenever saionji thinks this (all the time) he becomes fucking awful to be around.

i digress. saionji takes being the president of the kendo club very seriously, not just because he takes Everything seriously but-- well. arguably the reason that he takes Everything seriously is because of his practice of kendo. i think it's a bit of a chicken and the egg situation wrt 'is saionji Just Like That or did his warrior grindset make him that way'. kendo is really important to him, and the way that he and touga are (rarely, lol) able to connect through it would suggest, i argue, that it's a good and healthy thing for him to have in his life. same goes for touga but that's a different post about 1000 other things.

i think this gets at a) something rgu is trying to get at wrt americanisation and a critique of aspects of japanese culture that doesn't then discard that culture altogether. ikuhara does this a lot more obviously in his other shows. and then b) on a character-level, it's about separating something valuable and important (the practice of kendo) from ideas that have enmeshed themselves with it bc Society (misogyny, namely). saionji's conception of masculinity is all about kendo, and he likes kendo, but he's uncomfortable with/stifled by this expectation of Manliness that he simply cannot access in a way he's comfortable with. it's only when he lets himself forget about his obsession with power dynamics and Being A Man that he can just. enjoy this aspect of his life that informs how he lives it so wholly. tldr girls can be kendokas too. which is obvious to people who aren't as misogyny-brainrotted as ohtori academy student saionji kyouichi, but swagever.

btw if anyone whose better educated on nuances of japanese culture than i, white british person whose only read a handful of academic articles on the subject, thinks something ive said here is off in any way, please let me know!! i always always always want to gain a better understanding of rgu as a distinctly japanese show, my lack of resources and formal education on these topics be damned!!

i just think saionji is an androgynous legend who should get into textile crafts. let her woodcarve and knit. she'll be unstoppable. practical queen etc etc. lets embrace gender anarchy together

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I remember the first time, now years ago (which is weird to think about), when I ran into your work in the DT fandom. It was the fic Blue on Blue, and it really changed something inside of me I'll be honest. That examination of seeing abuse when you (as a person aren't familiar with it) and you haven't experienced it, but still seeing it's effects and trying to help. It was really powerful. As for a question, what fandom do you think you put in the most to get the least out?

Mannnn I miss writing Webby-voice. Like, everything I've done since feels like such a downgrade because Webby has such a fun, unique voice. It was a lot of fun to play with.

(I NEED to get into doing some Kalim POV stuff because certified Ray of Sunshine characters waxing poetic about their grumpy partners is such a fucking vibe, I love it. I love when a character easily finds something to love in the jaded, walled off character, despite their best efforts to not let anybody in. Get loved, idiot!!)

Hmmmm I'm not sure what you mean by this question. DuckTales fandom definitely had its unique challenges but I still think I got a lot out of it. Some people were really terrible to me but I made some great, enduring friendships there, and it got me writing fanfic seriously, a thing I'm still doing occasionally, against all odds.

Fandoms that I really wanted to invest in but didn't really pay out? Probably Infinity Train. There was like an established community of antis permeating the whole thing who were really into gatekeeping Min and Ryan from female fans, or being weird and combative about Lake's gender and sexuality (there were JessLake antis?? Why???) and made a big fuss about people writing kind of bizarre but ultimately harmless fic, and I reached a point where I was just like, okay I'm out. I'd written the fic I wanted to write, I said the stuff I wanted to say, the show wasn't getting renewed and we were all feeling shitty and hopeless about it, so I just closed up shop and moved onto the next thing. The fic is okay, I think. People have told me it meant a lot to them, but I don't think it's my best work.

Vtuber fandom is kind of a bust, too, but to be honest I didn't try very hard. I just can't fixate on real people like that. They're great guys and I love them a lot as much as I am capable but idol/celebrity worship has always kind of wigged me out so I am for the most part a lurker who wrote one fic I don't even like to talk about in mixed company and then receded into the hedges to leave occasional fanart in Hakka's tags.

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Because folks online struggle with nuance, I’ll preface this with saying there is 1000% nothing wrong with straight women enjoying Twist. Obviously. Saying otherwise would be INSANE LMAOO

But mannnn there is a certain type of cishet women in the fandom that just,,,, idk their fan art/writing always just makes me feel icky. Like they aren’t doing anything wrong it’s just weird vibes,,,, of course this means I just choose to not follow/ interact with their stuff like a normal person but I’ll still see them show up on my feeds from time to time and I get a gross feeling in my stomach idk

I’m certain that 99% of the time it has to do with my own gender stuff and my collective experience being queer in fandom spaces rather than anything these individual women are doing with my precious hyperfixation blorbos lol

But yeah this isn’t me ‘calling out’ or putting down anyone on here. Just trying to articulate this weird anxiety response so I feel less ridiculous about it.

((Btw if you see this and think ‘oh no maybe they mean me’ ur fine I promise. Love my cool cishet besties))

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Mannnn is it too much to ask to just be fucking loved by your family lol? To be fair I don’t really love them all that much in return but I do love them. Just like… in a dependent kind of way.

That statistic where like 40 percent of trans people attempt suicide?? Yeah I get it because the only thing keeping my dysphoria in check is the fact that I don’t go outside and I couldn’t handle another gender identity crisis. The mom and the dad would hate me so much you don’t even understand. That if I wanted to come out??? I would honestly be better off just ending it unless I could get some real good shit together real soon