#cis by choice!

[wagermanagement]

what are your pronouns?

"That THAID... I THWEAR thomeone called me It onthe and I dunno if they were jutht tryna be MEAN or what, but I wathn't AGAINTHT it..." He snickered to himself. Not against it.

"Davey'th the THAME way, Gay and Cithh, but he maketh for a GORGEOUTH Queen if ya catch my drift!" Buck winked one slot, a wide smile on his face.

"I'm THURE he can thhow ya thome picth'a that if ya want..."

[mossymage]

Spiritual energy exchange <3

[uncanny-tranny]

"What if I'm not trans, what if I'm choosing to be trans for [list of reasons]"

I am grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a can of soda. If, for whatever reason, you looked within yourself and decided to be trans - you're still trans. We (as trans people) don't need to have an "I always knew" story. We don't need to have the ~magical transsexual gene~. It's incredibly hard for so many of us to figure out why we're trans, and if being trans was always a choice, the reasons for choosing to be trans would be complex. If being trans is always a choice, that doesn't negate that we deserve human dignity and respect for who we are.

It shouldn't matter if you chose your trans identity or not, becayse you still are a person. You breath the same air I do, and you deserve to live how you want, on your terms. You watch the same sunrises and sunsets I do, you are here. I, for one, welcome you no matter what your inner reflections are about your transness. You have a place in this world, you have inherent worth.

[a-b-riddle]

check tags for warnings

In the mood to write angst. Imagine you’re the conscientious observer who accidentally sees how your team talks about you behind your back.

Your morals were… complicated. You didn’t believe in killing anyone. Your faith told you that killing someone is wrong and even if it’s to save your life, handling a gun is something that doesn’t sit well with you. You’ve been to gun ranges. Mandatory for your position in the military that you have basic fire arm knowledge. But having something in your hands that could so easily take a life made you uneasy.

You were pescatarian, but tried to limit meat. Cried anytime you saw chickens in those trucks heading toward their demise. You fed stray cats around your house back home. You tried to be kind and cherished life in all most of its forms. The exception being garlic butter shrimp that was too good to give up and anytime of bug resembling a cock roach. And yes, palmetto bugs were still cock roaches.

And wasps.

Fuck wasps.

At the same time, you were pro-choice. Initially, you were pro-choice for other women, but you didn’t think you would have the strength to get an abortion. It wasn’t until you were holding your friend’s hand as she got her D&C that your views on your own body autonomy changed. It didn’t have to be medical to be necessary.

But you still refused to hold a weapon. Which is why even though you were a very talented medic, you were always judged for not carrying any sort of defense while in the field.

But no one on base would dare say anything to you about it. At least not to your face…

You got stuck instructing a training seminar when your phone continued to buzz in your back pocket. But even with the consistent messages, you didn’t falter by showing the newest members how to give basic first aid until health could arrive.

Nearly two hours later, you finally fish your phone out to see what’s going on.

Dozens of text messages in a group chat between you, Captain Price, Johnny, Kyle and Simon. You had gotten close to them over the last few months. You were halfway through your contract and were already dreading leaving knowing they were staying behind until the job is done.

You open it, your phone taking you to the first unread message.

Cpt.: Hows the arm healing up?

Soap: Fine. Hen did a good job of keeping the sutures nice and even. Should barely scar.

Gaz: Wouldn’t have a scar if she just fucking carried.

Soap: You think she honestly would even know what to do with a gun if you gave her one Garrick 😂

Ghost: Still think she’s a liability. Someone who won’t raise arms against an enemy isn’t meant to be on the team.

Cpt: Already tried. Laswell says we need the numbers. As long as she does her job there’s nothing I can do. We can’t be down a medic and it’s either her or nothing.

You shook as you continued reading the conversation.

Liability. Coward. It went on and on about how weak you were. Why couldn’t you just carry a small pistol instead of expecting everyone else to keep you safe.

It then switched to your personality. No one should be that happy. Annoying. A yapper. Couldn’t get a word in most of the time.

On and on they went until you realized they spoke so freely because they didn’t realize you were in this group chat. What did they say when you weren’t around?

You felt like a fool having extending more than just trying to be a civil coworker, but a friend. Taking on tasks that weren’t your responsibility simply to help them.

Getting a floral arrangement delivered for Johnny’s sister after she had given birth. Talking on the phone to the nursing home where Price’s mother resided trying to sort out her insurance. Taking priority Kyle when he was injured after falling out of a plane (both times) over your other patients. And always having the electric kettled going in the morning so Simon could have his tea without waiting too long.

You were helpful. Just because you had one boundary didn’t mean their words held any merit. But still you couldn’t help the deep feeling of just… betrayal? Rejection? You weren’t sure there was a word fitting enough to sum up how utterly stupid you felt.

Maybe they were right. This wasn’t a civilian setting. This wasn’t just life and death for your patients, but for you. You were out in the field with no form of protection except from others.

You weren’t abandoning your morals. You couldn’t. Not when every fiber of your being told you to remain steadfast. There was only one solution.

You didn’t have much to pack. Uniform was issued to you. Your stethoscope and some other tools came out of your own pocket. Your laptop, phone, charges. You packed all your lounging clothes and miraculously everything fit into a military duffle. Which wasn’t actually anything impressive given how big those things are.

You were confident in your decision even if it made you feel like a failure.

As you stood outside the office door you returned back to the group chat. One by one you proceeded to block all of them. You knew when you left the group they would know that the notification would pop up and they either wouldn’t give a shit that you finally knew what the actually thought of you or they tried messaging you to make amends to cover their asses. You weren’t sure which was worse.

Once you had blocked the last one, you left and knocked on the door that you had been idling in front of. A faint ‘come in’ was granted before you walked through.

“Hey, Kate.” You greeted. “Can we talk?”

[muzsmocsing]

E-ming has the disposition of an overworked child athlete, begging dad's boyfriend for a comforting hug and chicken nuggies because he's had nothing but spinach and egg whites for the past 3 months.

[novacorpsrecruit]

Stevie Harrington is one of the most fashionable girls in Hawkins High. She treats game days like runway shows. She’s always up to date on the latest fashion trends and seems to have a new outfit every week.

Because of this, Robin Buckley and Eddie Munson (separately) hate her guts. She’s got all this money — that she didn’t earn — and spends it so fruitlessly.

Until Robin really meets Stevie in ‘85 and Eddie in ‘86.

Then they find out that Stevie has been kicked out/cut off and she makes her own clothes. She works as a seamstress for extra money and is allowed to sew her own projects during downtime or off the clock.

Half of Stevie’s wardrobe are Simplicity patterns that she modified.

[obi-wann-cannoli]

One thing I haven’t seen much discussion about in Kevin Can F**k Himself is the moment in season 2, episode 7 where the sitcom framing stays after Kevin leaves the room. When it’s just Allison and the affidavit that can ruin Tammy’s life.

The moment when Allison realizes just how easy it is to become a Kevin. To dismiss the consequences of your actions, to put your own needs and opinions above everybody else’s even to the point of destroying somebody’s career.

Because the thing is, Kevin’s not some mastermind trying to get any sort of powerful career or run a crime network. He’s just a regular man. A man who wants to feel above others, believes himself not beholden to anybody’s feelings but his own. Anybody can be a Kevin.

We know the rest of the cast has their flaws. Have their moments of selfishness. But the difference for the majority of them is that they consider the impact they have on others and make efforts to fix their mistakes or alleviate the consequences for others. Kevin never does.

So back to s2 ep7 - it’s Allison being confronted with that same choice that Kevin has. Kevin actively chooses not to care about anybody’s feelings. Allison wavers - it’s tempting to put her needs first, to benefit from Kevin’s behavior that has so long hurt her - and you don’t know if she’ll choose to stay in the sitcom. I think there’s a version of the story where she does choose to stay, and that moment is just long enough for both the character and the audience to consider what that would mean.

[spkyart]

Soooooooo..... see you all for season 3??? 🤠

[wizzard890]

The first dyke I ever met was a former straight woman who told me she had been abused and materially abandoned by men too many times and actively decided to start pursuing relationships with women. She and her lesbian partner had been together for over a decade at the time I knew her. She was my boss at a coffee shop when I was fifteen, and her story profoundly shaped how I think about lesbianism and queer identity.

Like, not all dykes are born to it. Just something to think about, ladies.

[endless-nightshift]

Heaven officials blessing version of this. They fill me with joy <3

[danyseastar]

say everyone should defend the black and non-binary cast members of house of the dragon from disgusting vitriol aimed at them for their skin color/gender orientation and no one bats an eye. say a white man’s pronunciation of a made up word sucks and society. society goes wild.

[jonathankai]

Xie Lian tries to make a point, it doesn't go well.

(Digitalized the comic I posted earlier)

[silver-cyn]

Hualian Kiss-Mas @here4hualian Read it on A03 here.

Day 8: A Kiss on the (body part of choice)

"Hello Hua Cheng, I'm Xie Lian. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Xie Lian said. He smiled at Hua Cheng and held out his hand.

"Xie Lian...can I call you gege?" The way he took Xie Lian's hand, and slowly raised it to his lips, stopping just at the last minute made it obvious to Xie Lian that wasn't the only permission he was seeking.

Nodding with a charmed smile, Xie Lian felt the blood rush to his cheeks, his neck, gods, even his ears when Hua Cheng leaned down to brush his lips softly against Xie Lian's hand.

He didn't know, and honestly didn't care, if he was actually older than Hua Cheng. Not with the soft affection in his singular dark eye. 

"Also," Hua Cheng gave his hand one last kiss before he straightened up.  "I much prefer gege to call me San Lang."

"San Lang?" Xie Lian whispered, and it was only because Hua Cheng was still holding his hand that Xie Lian felt the other's small shiver. This close he saw the slow bob of Hua Cheng's adam's apple as he swallowed. Xie Lian was captivated by the sight.

Hua Cheng nodded, and Xie Lian couldn't help it.

"San Lang."

And there it was again. The slight shiver, the slow swallow.

"Gege, I have a confession," he said without preamble, stepping a little closer.

Xie Lian's heartbeat had been in overdrive the moment he heard Hua Cheng's voice and it kicked up another notch when it took on a deeper velvety pitch.

"Of course. San Lang can tell me anything," he said a little breathlessly. He stepped closer as well, closing the gap between them without an ounce of hesitation.

Xie Lian found himself distracted by the ridiculously long lashes framing Hua Cheng 's eye. Taking everything in, Xie Lian could also see the tiny gold characters inscribed on the eye patch covering Hua Cheng's other eye. The words were a little unclear, like a reflection in a pond distorted by ripples across the surface. If he squinted, it looked like -

"I loved your voice from the moment I heard you. I listen to your music all the time," he said softly.

Xie Lian gasped, and for a brief moment Hua Cheng was terrified he'd overstepped until Xie Lian overlapped their hands with his other one.

"You too? It was the same for me when I first heard you. In fact, I..."

He stopped, suddenly embarrassed and looked away.

"Gege, don't be shy. I want to hear everything you have to tell me," Hua Cheng said. His words, so openly sincere, drew Xie Lian's gaze back to him.

"I've been listening to your songs throughout this entire trip. " At this rate, Xie Lian's face was going to remain permanently red. "Your voice is so lovely. I could listen to it all day." And it was clear by the tone of his voice that he probably did.

Then Xie Lian had the pleasure of seeing Hua Cheng’s cheeks flush with the faintest hint of red. 

Standing so close, gazing into each other's eyes, Xie Lian softly cleared his throat.

"San Lang, I know we just met, but would you like to go for lunch?"

"Gege, I would be honored," he said. Xie Lian beamed a smile his way in return and happily took Hua Cheng's offered arm.

They had barely taken two steps when they were stopped by the very loud protests behind them.

Both turned to see their respective acapella teammates staring back at them with varying expressions of bewilderment and exasperation.

"What are you doing, Xie Lian? We're about to sing our number now!" Mu Qing said pointedly. "Plus, did you forget --"

"---he's the competition?!" Feng Xin finished glaring at Hua Cheng who, honestly, was too into Xie Lian to notice.

"Oh, right, right. Sorry about that, " Xie Lian said laughing.

He turned his attention back to Hua Cheng.

"After the competition then? We can grab dinner instead."

Xie Lian was so excited by Hua Cheng's agreement that he completely missed his teammates' grumbling "not what we meant".

"All right, after then. Gege has to be sure to tell me his favorite dish too. It will be my treat for today's clear winner.

"San Lang, no! In that case I'll definitely be treating you."

Hua Cheng's teammates, He Xuan and Yin Yu, exchanged a look.

"Fuck, those lovesick idiots actually mean it," He Xuan muttered to Yin Yu.

"Let’s just be grateful Hua Cheng isn't one of the judges," Yin Yu whispered back, and both nodded their heads in agreement. They made brief eye contact with Xie Lian’s teammates and after giving them a pitying smile they put the matter out of their mind and turned away to exit the stage.

“Want to go grab some food?” He Xuan asked. Mu Qing and Feng Xin both heard the trailing end of Yin Yu and He Xuan’s conversation. They looked after them with mournful and jealous eyes as Hua Cheng finally left the stage and Xie Lian finally took his place.

If only Feng Xin and Mu Qing could be so lucky. Instead, it was all they could do to keep their appetite as they watched Xie Lian do his best to give Hua Cheng his own personal serenade.

[muzsmocsing]

old man jenkins escaped the geriatric ward again

[shalom-iamcominghome]

My dad and I are very similar people, but our superficial differences are very funny

You'll see us together and I'm wearing my kippah and he's in his xtian motorcycle T-shirt and I just think that's very funny. Interfaith families can honestly be so interesting like that 😭

[deadgaywizardfan]

Fit to betray the dark lord