#especially my trans brothers!!!!!

[yharnamsnewslug]

Just an addition: Muslim men are als treated as inherently dangerous and threatening. They're treated like fucking garbage, not for the same reasons muslim women are, but they are absolutely treated like shit. Transitioning from a woman to a masc presenting non binary person has shown me how cruelly yet different people treat muslim women/Muslim men (and people they perceive as such). I am seen as dangerous and volitile, even my Arabic name is taken as a threat. I do not feel any safer being seen as a Muslim man then I did as a Muslim woman.

Muslim men are always left behind when danger comes, and the first to be pointed the finger at when shit goes down. I've seen so many times people move to the other side of the road just bc of a single fucking man minding his own goddamn business. Seriously, it's disgusting, I'm so sorry you've to go through that.

Solidarity with you, my friend, and I hope you've a good weekend 🫂

[unlimitedbutchworks]

ultimately you have to remember that complaining about "4chan white trans women who are bigoted and so and so" is almost entirely pointless for any purpose aside from raising transmisogynistic sentiments in observers. this specter of an evil tranny is constantly looming despite the individuals being rare and often total shut ins, and people expect transfems to take this shit seriously and be constantly swearing off association with """bad people""". these people, when they do exist, by and large lack the power to actually do anything with their beliefs; obviously if they do it sucks but this idea that there are trans women ~getting away with it~ and that all transfem communities allow and hide this behavior is blatantly transmisogynistic in addition to often being completely imagined! its insane to act like you have to choose between resisting white supremacy and resisting transmisogyny, and yet, people wind up continually portraying it as this

[inkyarcturus]

US election results so bad I’m considering going to Canada for college-

[thegreatgatzbi]

i lovw you dr james barry i love you billy tipton i love you michael dillon i love ypu alan hart i love you charley parkhurst i lovw you lou sullivan i lo

[samaspic31]

I respect their gender identity i just think they have shitty morals and complacent in being tools of imperialism-

[busysleeping]

i finally saw across the spiderverse and i nEED TO DUMP MY THOUGHTS CAUSE I AM UNWELL

[zhengzi]

i mean i completely understand why people have this sentiment and they are not wrong for having it

i do however have complicated feelings on the matter since although i am transmasc and i pretty much pass as a cis guy these days, i still maintain my identity as a daughter and sister to my family with most of those feelings being very informed by the chinese upbringing i had.

very frequently when im out in public with my family, i am assumed to be their son or brother, I've had to make peace with that assumption being made but it nevertheless feels wrong to me since im extremely proud to be a daughter and sister. when i did come out to my family, i made sure that they still continue to see me as their daughter and sister, because being considered their son or brother feels uncomfortable to me.

others may think that im 'misgendering' myself, but to me, they're very important facets of my identity and could not be separated from my chinese identity either. me still identifying with those roles does not discount my transmasculinity either, they exist alongside with my trans-ness

[eclipseatdawn]

if you claim to be an ally and someone calls you out for enabling transphobic/homophobic behavior and your immediate response is to get mad or say that the person you are defending is allowed to express their opinion, then you should really reconsider if youre actually an ally cause it seems like youre just putting on a mask to be seen as progressive and dont actually care about people

[zincbot]

less "i wish i was born cis" and more "i wish i could have gotten on puberty blockers"

[trashmammal-7]

Trying to meet new people and make new friends is so hard because most people on the street see me as a freak of nature and in school everyone is too busy being artists to hold conversations and the only queer space I'm aware of in my vicinity I'm too old for. Might just have to give up and become a discord dweller once more.

[seri-tonin]

Low-key I'm considering getting into pjsk just for mizuki

[badolmen]

“I’m sorry.”

“No problem.”

“I just - I’m sorry.”

“Dude, you’re my sister. You should have told me you needed help working the washing machine before you got the entire laundry room covered in suds.” I laughed, still wiping down the soap sticky floor. “Next time just ask.”

“That’s the problem!” The tears in her voice made me pause. “I - we all ask you things. All the time. We know we’re annoying sometimes and - and I - I wanted to do something for you. Without asking you.”

“Oh…” I swallowed back the lump in my throat. “Oh, that’s sweet of you. How…how about you help me clean this up, and next week you can do the laundry by yourself.”

“Alright.” She sniffled, kneeling on the floor to help me mop up the soapy water. “But I’m sorry still.”

At first I had been jealous. Maybe I still was - seeing the way my mother could set sunsets on fire with the flick of a wrist, how my brothers could turn water to mercury, how my sisters could pull the threads of fate with their bare hands.

But seeing them now, I only felt pity.

I used to ask what I did wrong. Why I couldn’t go through the door, why they could learn the secrets of a far away and magical world. My mother told me the secrets of this world were just as worthy of being known. I knew she was just trying to comfort me, but looking back, how right she was.

There’s secrets to do much in everyday life - how to close a door with just the right amount of force, how to know to wait for an oven to preheat before adding your food, how to read an ingredients list on a soup can in the grocery store. Little, mundane secrets. Different than the cosmic, arcane secrets my siblings knew, but powerful all the same.

I didn’t ask what happened. Why I came home from work to family I hadn’t seen outside of an enchanted looking glass in years. I laughed and ordered pizza - still more mundane magic, showing my siblings how to cut the triangles from a circle of bread sauce and cheese.

I know whatever it was, it was bad. My oldest brother woke screaming with nightmares, magic fizzling from the ends of blackened, soot stained fingers. My youngest sister hadn’t spoken a word since she returned, but she’s learning sign and smiling at the cat. They’re getting better. Or at least, they’re distracted by the new magic here.

“I feel so stupid.” My own mother laughed at herself, sheepishly holding out an iPhone. “I - I remember them having buttons.”

“Don’t worry about it, here - it’s a bit like a rune pool, I think. Do you know who you’re trying to call?”

“I - a doctor. I think.” Her hands were scarred from centuries of casting; she fidgeted with the hem of her robe - still shimmering with remnant enchantments from my father. “For your siblings. And - and me.”

“Right, none of you have had vaccines in years. Geez, right, okay my GP might be able to take you guys - ”

“I, I mean a different kind.” There was a shame in my mother’s voice that broke me in a way I didn’t know a child could break. “For the dreams.”

“Oh.” I held my phone in my hands, screen still glowing. “You mean like a therapist?”

“Maybe? I don’t know that word.” Said my mother, who could name the nameless gods with a silver tongue.

“I can get you guys a good therapist. Don’t worry. I’ll let you know what I can get set up.” I needed to do some research and reach out to some folk from the veil who might be better attuned to my magically inclined family. But my mother just held me in her arms, whispering in my ear.

“I’m sorry. I’m your mother, I should know - I should be taking care of you, not the other way around.”

“It’s alright.” I hugged her back, though there was a distance - her robe made her semi-intangible. “I got this.”

They got better. My oldest brother was fascinated by the tv remote, magic at his fingertips that didn’t burn holes through the bedsheets. My youngest sister started school here, her signs were getting smoother and the bus was as magical to her as a gryphon. My other sister still burned herself on the stove, but at least she wasn’t grabbing things from the oven without mits. My siblings still didn’t sleep through the night. Neither did I - someone had to put out the fires set by panicked spells or sweep up the broken glass.

“Why?” My brother asked one night, the house deathly silent even though we both knew the others were also awake.

“Well, I’d rather not see the house burn down - ”

“Why do you put up with us? After - ” his breathing stuttered, tears of molten gold glowing softly in the dark room. “We abandoned you here. We - the school wouldn’t take you but still we shouldn’t have just - ”

I bundled the burned bedsheets in my hands, running my fingers over the singed quilt. I made it two years ago, and now it was unsalvageable. Hours and days of my life left in ashes by a brother I barely knew.

“I was scared, when you left. I didn’t know what to do, how to do anything. I was just a kid.” I swallowed back bitterness I left in a therapist’s office years ago. “But I found people. My people. People who took care of me, who taught me to take care of myself.”

“Why? Why did they do that? Didn’t they - I know we’re annoying and - and frustrating at times. How did you know where that line was? How - aren’t you getting sick of us?”

“No, I’d never get sick of you - even if you do sometimes set my favorite quilt on fire.” I tried to laugh, smiling sadly at the remorse etched deep in my brother’s face. “It’s what family does here. We take care of each other.”

“But you’re - we’re - we’re not like them. We’re different.” It went unsaid how different we were from the humans. How I was left behind by our nature - intended to deceive humans into seeing me as one of their own. It had worked, maybe too well.

“Humans can’t tell. Most can’t, anyway. And those that can are usually good, and consider it rude to acknowledge. Most people are good here.”

“Don’t they know? Did they ever suspect?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged, tossing the laundry in the bin and cracking a window to let the magic smoke into the night air. “It doesn’t matter to them. Once they decide that you’re one of them, well, there’s not much that can change their minds.”

“But what if they do? Aren’t you scared they’ll find out and consider it?”

He was really telling me he was scared, frightened I would find out he would never stop have nightmares. He was scared our littlest sister would never talk again. He was scared our older sister would never have the same grace and poise she had at home. He was scared our mother would never be able to help and guide me the way she had done for my siblings.

He was scared I would stop loving them if I knew they would never be as I remembered them.

“No. I told you - if a human decides you’re one of them, you’re one of them.” I smiled at him in the dark, a shine to my changeling eyes the only evidence I wasn’t as human as I felt. “And you guys are as much mine as I am theirs.”

I closed the window, the chill in the room dissipating at the heating kicked on and the radiator hummed. My brother looked at me from his fresh bedsheets, fire stained hands smoldering low.

“I love you. I love all of you.” It felt good to say, for the first time in so long. “Goodnight. Wake me if you need something.”

Edit: Donate to Palestinians in Gaza

All of your siblings, papart from you, have attended a prestigious wizarding school. Now, after all these years, they’re back in your “regular” world… and don’t even know how an oven works.

[ratspider]

woke up from a dream about a family not accepting a trans kid for who they are to a text where my dad deadnames me :I

[autism-corner]

things really get better if you imagine them trans

[portokali]

hello again! secret santa here lol <3 i’m having such a hard time remembering not to follow you and like your posts bc !! they’re good posts!!

and that makes complete sense to me, thank you for the clarification!

(i actually have written domesticity for royai a bit but with the huge exception that they’re a queerplatonic couple To Me, so i totally understand feeling like. a little Different from the way fandom interacts with them! cuz they’re just like. not romantic to me at all & so domesticity means something different when it’s committed platonic ykno?)

all that being said, i have a couple of ideas for a few different dynamics (including some of your other originally requested ones) that i’m kicking around atm && i can def work with subtle and/or shenanigans for sure, i’m actually looking forward to that!

(i’m also in the middle of finals so i likely won’t get to start for another week or two, just wanted to give my daydreams a little direction!)

hello againnn <33 ty for your nice words!

slay.. in all honesty i loove bodyguard dynamics and fma gives me not only ONE but TWO of those (royai and ling/lan fan) and umm i love how these ships are about knowing the other person from the inside and out and being able to communicate from the other side of a crowded room but never actually touching.. fandom loves Not That, i see a lot of fluff and touchy cuddly content and children/settled down aus and im like.. they Would Not Fucking Do That. however, your take sounds super interesting and fun to explore! but you get it

good luck with your exams!

[uncle-fruity]

There's also an element of self-policing. If you're afraid that you're going to get assaulted every time you go out alone, the more likely you are to isolate yourself inside. The more likely you are to believe that you need an escort when you go out. It's harder to feel confident and self-reliant if you're afraid of strangers. It's harder to do things for yourself when you feel weak. And so a lot of women feel like they don't have autonomy to go out at night or go out alone & live in fear that something will happen to them. They don't live full & happy lives because someone/society has convinced them that not only are they a perpetual target, but also that they would not be able to fight for themselves if they needed to. And, in my opinion, this mindset opens those women up to a very real kind of manipulative, controlling domestic abuse which is far more common than random attackers on the street. So yeah... idk, women. I think it's good to take defense classes or do anything at all that you need to do to feel more confident to move about freely in the world. You don't have to accept the narrative that men are by default more powerful than you, that you have no control in an assault situation, or that you must keep yourself quiet and out of the way to be less of a target. You can be powerful and capable and that isn't to say you shouldn't stay aware of your surroundings or write off *any* potential threat as harmless, but rather to say that it is not as common as you are being led to believe and you have more options than to shrink back and let the fear take you.

Idk like I think there's a really misogynist way that women are expected to consider being murdered and assaulted as like 1000x worse than anything else that could happen and do everything possible to avoid it and like it's unarguably bad! But constantly whenever I mention going hiking or whatever people are like 'omg you're going camping alone as a woman??? what if you get murdered?????' Actually by far the way I am most likely to die doing that is... some sleep deprived or drunk driver crashing into me on the way there! But no one tells you to avoid driving, meanwhile there's so much pressure on women to like, always stay in other crowded super safe areas or at home to Protect Their Virtue and it's like lol I would actually rather live an interesting life doing things that I enjoy