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[bashful-berry]

i want to commit violence

for legal reasons it is not a confession of intent

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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YEAH ANNIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Two fics for you!!! Plus an ocean photo to set the vibes:

57 for 🧜🏼:

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So Eddie has gotten pretty good at hiding it. Why would this guy fucking know?

Eddie tries to dismiss his concern as paranoia. He’s gotten a lot less paranoid in the past five years or so. Back after his body got back to where he was comfortable with it. But that fear, he thinks, will never entirely be gone. He can acknowledge that that’s a him problem. Not necessarily a damning statement about his new coworker Buck. So he doesn’t give the concern any fuel in his brain. Buck doesn’t know about him. Even if the old trauma in his brain says that’s the only reason he’s so brooding and unhappy with Eddie’s presence. 

“So, a medal of valor, huh?” His new coworker, Chimney, asks on the way to their first call. 

Eddie shifts uncomfortably - he didn’t really want to talk about this. 

“Yeah,” he confirms. “Back in El Paso.”

“What did you do?” Chimney presses.

“Same stuff you guys do every day,” Eddie shrugs. “Just saved someone.”

Really, not a story he wants to get into. 

Buck rolls his eyes at this response. Fuck him?

“Who?” Chimney asks. “From what?”

“My former captain and another firefighter on our team,” Eddie says. He took a piece of shrapnel to the leg doing it, too. Not that that’s why he doesn’t want to discuss it. 

“Eddie,” Hen pipes in, clearly sensing his desire to change the subject. “Uh, have you heard about the hot firefighter calendar?”

Buck shoots Hen a sour little glare. What is his problem?

“Sorry, the what?” Eddie asks. 

“It’s for charity!” Hen grins. Captain Nash erupts with laughter. Eddie feels a little in the dark. 

“So, is your full name Eduardo?” Buck jumps in. 

Eddie tenses. His brain swaps back to that paranoid place. Does he know? Is he trying to figure out Eddie’s deadname? In front of everyone? What the fuck?

“No,” he responds. “Just Eddie.”

“People ever call you Diaz?” Buck continues. 

Wait… Okay. Not the direction he was thinking. 

“Not if they want me to respond,” Eddie says. 

Chimney and Hen exchange an amused glance. Eddie doesn’t understand what about any of this is funny. 

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Whatever. Buck will take care of him. He’s going to help him figure this out. Because if he doesn’t, how can they fix the Christopher shit? And they have to fix that, too. 

Enough is enough. 

iii. 

Over the next two days, nothing much happens. At least, nothing big and catastrophic like growing a tail or making leaves and wind appear in your bedroom. For that, at least, Eddie is relieved. He doesn’t think he can handle things getting worse. 

Eddie manages to convince the free telehealth psychologist provided to first responders of Los Angeles that he is suffering from a strange combination of burnout and depression. It’s actually absurdly easy to do. He doesn’t even really have to try. She just sort of… Believes everything he says? Replies with affirmatives. Tells him he is so justified in his feelings. Agrees to put him on indefinite mental health leave without many follow up questions. 

“Just tell me when you’re ready to come back and I’ll sign off on that too,” she assures him. 

It’s sort of freaky, actually, how easy that was. 

So they’re both out of work for the foreseeable future. They get some questions about it on the next day they’re supposed to work. Chim and Hen accuse them of leaving them with Gerrard. Chim is especially annoyed, considering that Buck’s leaving now that Buck isn’t Gerrard’s target. Buck is able to take the heat off by explaining his actual situation. Though Eddie sees the discomfort in his expression as he sends the text. Eddie thinks Maddie is more than likely going to show up inquiring about his well being, and Eddie will just have to hide. Eddie does what Buck says when it comes to him to offer an explanation. Sends out a sad, sort of pathetic message, about everything that’s happened lately really getting to him. He doesn’t feel fit to work. The worst part? It doesn’t feel like a lie. The ears and tail and teeth are just… Part of it. 

“Do you think they actually buy it?” Eddie asks anyway. “Or do they think the timing is suspicious?”

Buck sighs. “I don’t know. I can send them updates after my next appointment to sell it more.”

Eddie nods. “I feel bad.”

Buck’s mouth twitches. “Me too, a little. But… We have to figure this out, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbles. “We do.”

Figuring it out isn’t easy though. Any searches related to spontaneous foxtail growth only yields results about cannabis. Eddie wishes this was all a drug induced shared hallucination. He doesn’t think weed is that strong. Maybe he could use some anyway. 

Likewise, any of their searches about leaves and wind are sort of fruitless. There are some certifiably crazy Reddit posts. Some hokey online guides for manifesting spirits. 

[foxens-den-of-divination]

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[kdinjenzen]

One of the simultaneously most horrifying and blatantly obvious things that people just ignore is that Cis Het White creators of any kind (and/or major companies) can, and will, go around doing whatever they want with little to no worry… while if a creator from any marginalized group says they “didn’t enjoy (insert thing here)” suddenly there are death threats, call out posts, and a harassment campaign.

I cannot tell you how many times I have both SEEN and EXPERIENCED this chain of events:

“Mr. Man Person Who Eats Babies and Company Who Forces Overwork While Underpaying Employees are teaming up to create a new thing called Rainbow Gay Happy Fun Time with Zero Queer or BIPOC writers/staff and show is full of horrible tropes and an entirely cishet cast!”

Everyone: *CHEERS AND PRAISE FOR A SHOW WITH THE WORD GAY IN THE TITLE*

Marginalized Person With A Small Following: Hey, anyone else notice that that’s kinda messed up? Anyway, I’m going to skip watching that show.

Everyone: UHHHH… KILL YOURSELF!? HOW DARE YOU! MR. MAN PERSON WHO EATS BABIES ONLY ATE BABIES 10 DAYS AGO AND SAID SORRY AND ALSO SINCE I CANT SEE THE INJUSTICES OF THE EMPLOYEES AT COMPANY WHO FORCES OVERWORK WHILE UNDERPAYING THEIR EMPLOYEES THEN I CAN PRETEND IT DOESNT HAPPEN SO I DONT FEEL A SAD-SAD WHILE I ENJOY THIS SHOW WHICH IS THE BEST GAY GAY SHOW THAT EVER GAY-ED! THE DEADNAMING OF EVERY TRANS CHARACTER WAS A GREAT WAY TO REPRESENT THAT GROUP THAT IM NOT A PART OF! ALSO I AM HAPPY THAT EVERY QUEER PERSON ON THE SHOW IS A COP! I AM NOW GOING TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE SENDS YOU HATE MESSAGES AND MAKES YOUR LIFE HELL FOR THE NEXT YEAR OR FOREVER MAYBE! I HAVE NO LIFE SO I CAN MAKE HATING YOU MY NEW JOB!

Marginalized Person With A Small Following: I wish you a very therapy.

[variablejabberwocky]

considering this year's birthday started with Chronic Pain Flairup At Ass-Thirty In The Morning, and then was followed up with being deadnamed by a "well wishes on your birthday" message first thing after waking up, i'm honestly surprised less things are on fire

like my birthday is a Hot Garbage Day just in general (one part from being in the middle of fucking july in the northern hemisphere, one part my shit-ass luck for "holidays", and about 3 parts my shitfucking body being a goddamn traitor loyal to murphy's goddamn law) so any time i can get the general level of fuckery under a certain threshold on it i count that as a win

so barring any fucking catastrophes in the next *checks clock an does some shit math* 2 hours? this is gonna get marked closer to the win category than the loss category

[kieranculkingirl]

I posted 6,691 times in 2022

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i’m fine all day and then i remember Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you

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#4

hey everyone! i really hate to have to do this and i’ve never asked for money online before but i have never been more in need. me and my fiancé are both chronically ill and my fiancé specifically hasn’t been able to work due to it. i’m the only one in my apartment bringing in even a little money right now and having to support two other roommates with what i make.

rent is due in a couple days and we don’t have close to enough to cover it. add to that our energy bill which is already a month late and now has late fees and the next month added to the total, and the fact that we barely have enough to buy groceries or the antibiotics i just got prescribed.

i would really really appreciate any help i can get, even just a reblog helps so much and even just a dollar or two would benefit us!

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i’m setting a goal of $400 to start!

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i love when a new person follows u and u look at their blog and theyre mutuals with all your mutuals its just like omg a new member of the crew

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[seriouslydidijustdothat]

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[sirchubbybunny]

A guy I've followed on YouTube since I was 13 or so posted a video a few hours ago with a goodbye message. He's taken gap breaks, so I figured this was going to be another thing where he leaves but just comes back. The video opens with a project he's working on, his pseudonym he's adopting for it (and maybe future stuff) and why he's leaving his channel behind for something new.

I'm checking out his new channel and so far, it just has one video - the first half being the opener from the previous video and him talking about names and feeling this disconnection from his name. The way he described it is that his name sounds like that of a little boy, not a 35 year old man. He also spoke about how it feels like your birth name affects your personality in a way.

Man, does that fucking hit hard. I think coming at it from a trans perspective makes it feel even weirder. I think about the alternative option my parents would have gone with if my dad won the name debacle. It's one of those double-barrel name and imagining me having it makes my skin crawl. Had I been born cis, I would have been another 90s menace named Josh. I don't know if that's something they mutually agreed to or my dad would have had other plans - like naming me after one of his siblings.

I've been going on about names a lot. I've been dealing with it since I was a teenager and moreso when I was finding my name and identity into my 20s with finally being out. I've been stuck in the revolving door of liking, tolerating, having ambivalence, or just hating my name. I think it hit me super hard last spring. I remembered how if my deadname wasn't weaponized against me like a punishment, what I go by now has been met with the same. I'd only ever hear it in full if I was being scolded, put down, and shamed. I cannot find a way to break away from it, but I want to. I want to get away from these stains, but I don't trust it being safe in the hands or mouths of many. I don't have much self-respect, but I will give myself the courtesy to know when to fold and that certain people don't deserve the luxury to know my real name again if I change it.

I think about all of the things going on in my life and how I feel trapped by my name. I have even more excuses to change it and be free. My family is likely going to be moving to another state next year. I'll probably be in school and in my own place. I can start over without moving. Maybe. I think about what he said in his video and I wonder if I can just test out something new through my art like I planned in my 20s. I think only then will I finally feel okay enough to trust people with it. I'll just keep throwing wet spaghetti at the wall until something works.

I'll get in a loop where I just cobble ideas together to see how they sound and sometimes it works okay. But is it me? It may sound like a real name, but is it for me? I might ask my friends if they're on or get on over the weekend. I know my server has been saying someone has been on for days, but they've just been in idle mode - which is odd. I think that's like second or third base for friendships, when you trust them enough like that.

[gh0stchoir]

Welcome to the club, my boy! We wear or binders and trans-flags with pride! *high five?* Anyway: Can I request the Miya twins' childhood best friend coming out as trans to them? Just platonic fluff and wholesome stuff, (i.e. shopping for clothes). Don't ask me why, but I think they would be very supportive and the best guard dogs, next to Mad-Dog-Kyoutani.

“Just like us!”

Masterlist

Anime: Haikyuu!!

Character(s): Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya

Pronouns used: he/him(trans afab)

Time set point: highschool

Warnings?: accidental misgendering(not by the twins)

A/n: this was so wholesome I smiled so much writing this,, n sorry if this is kinda short my head was goin bRRrRRRRRRRR shsksurujfj ALSO SRRY IF THIS IS KINDA SHITTY AAAAAH

Italics means past tense/memories, d/n means deadname

⚠️FEMALE ALIGNED= DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.⚠️

Y/n sighed as he looked into the mirror, narrowing his eyes on himself. Today was the day, he’d tell his best friends that he wasn’t what they saw him as all his life. He wasn’t a girl, no, he was a boy. Just like his best friends.

Y/n sighed as he nervously fiddled with his phone, staring at the group chat between him and the twins. He sent a message earlier asking if it was okay for the two of them to come over to his house. They both agreed, less than half an hour ago saying they were on their way.

About five minutes later, a knock was heard from the front door. Y/n immediately got up and opened the door, seeing the twins looking at him.

Thankfully, they both called him by his name, not his old dead one. He had asked them to call him y/n instead of d/n(deadname) a bit ago, saying he felt like the name suited him better.

“Oh also!” Y/n smiled as he set down his bento on the table, eyes shining. The twins curiously looked at him, continuing to shove rice into their mouths. “I was wondering if you could call me Y/n instead of d/n. It feels more suitable for me, doesn’t it?”

Osamu thought to himself, saying the name again and again. He shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, that’s a nice name.” He began eating again.

“That’s a cool name! Of course we’ll call ya’ that! Don’t sweat it!” Atsumu smiled brightly.

“ ‘Eyo y/n! Happy to see me, huh?” Atsumu grinned, ruffling his hair and walking in the familiar house. Osamu shook his head and sighed, following suite. “Ya’ got a peanut for a brain, ‘Tsumu.”

“I do not!”

Y/n smiled, chuckling softly. The twins never failed to make him laugh and amuse him.

“Anyways…why’d ya’ invite us over so abruptly? Usually when ya’ wanna hang out, ya’ say before the weekend.” Atsumu smiled, raising a brow when he saw y/n begin to pace.

Osamu caught sight of this aswell, knowing he only did it when he was nervous about something.

“Well I uh- I wanted to tell you two something I’ve told no one…because I trust you both, a lot..” Y/n fiddled with his sweater, not breaking eye contact with the rug beneath him.

The twins curiously hummed in acknowledgment, both now intrigued.

Y/n inhaled deeply, and turned to face them. He breathed out slowly. “I-….I’m not a girl like you guys have always seen me as…I’m transgender…not a girl- I’m a boy..”

He felt warm tears begin to flow down his cheeks, not wanting them to say that he was wrong or something. He didn’t want them to laugh at him, tell him he was an idiot. Bad thoughts filled in his head as the silence grew unsettling and awkward.

“Is that why ya’ wanted to be called y/n and not- yknow the old name?” Osamu walked up to him, grabbing a tissue and wiping his tears. Y/n nodded softly, eyes blurry from the tears that kept coming.

Atsumu smiled and patted him on the back.

“Damn, now yer even more cooler! Not because yer trans or anythin’-! Just..because now our little friend group is more aligned! If ya haven’t noticed, me ‘nd my brother both are gay.”

Osamu sighed and nodded. “True, we never really…expressed that we were attracted to men. One day we kinda both brought up that we once both had a crush on some guy in middle school.”

Y/n stifled a laugh, watching as Atsumu huffed and crossed his arms. “I hope..this doesn’t change anything though..” Y/n mumbled, looking at the two of them. “I haven’t told my family yet-scared they’ll say something bad about it..I just trust you two a lot.”

“Of course it ain’t changed nothin’! In fact, we can go shoppin’ for some new clothes!” Atsumu smiled happily. The idea of just helping y/n by atleast getting clothes for him made him ecstatic.

Y/n looked at Osamu for reassurance, eyes lighting up when he nodded. The twins waited for y/n to change into some pants and a random t-shirt, Atsumu giving him his hoodie to hide his chest better. The twins kept in mind to get him a binder.

“They all fit really nicely..are you sure this isn’t gonna be expensive?” Y/n handed the clothes to Osamu who slightly narrowed his eyes.

“Expensive or not, ya’ like them. We are getting them for ya’.” Osamu ruffled y/n’s hair and led him to the checking out place in the store. The cashier smiled as he made small talk with the two, ringing up all the clothing. Y/n looked to see Osamu sighing and looking around. He sighed and rubbed his temple.

He turned back to y/n with an annoyed look. “Gotta go look for ‘Tsumu, be right back.” He walked off, searching for his idiotic twin as y/n nervously held the money in his hands. The cashier finished ringing up the clothes and looked back to y/n. “Well ma’am, that’ll be-“

“You mean sir”.

The twins appeared behind y/n, both with serious and slightly mad faces. The cashier gave an apologetic look and muttered out a quick ‘sorry, my bad’ before receiving the money and handing back their change, watching as the twins practically dragged y/n out of the store.

“Oi! Stop pulling me!” Y/n huffed, crossing his arms as he looked at both of the twins.

“Did he say anything else harmful?” Osamu set down the bags he held and gave an apologetic look. Meanwhile Atsumu glared at the cashier, cracking his knuckles.

Y/n sighed and ran a hand through his hair, slumping down on a bench. “No, only that..and ‘Tsumu, stop staring. It’s rude.”

The blonde whined, being to go on a rant as to why he should be able to “teach the guy a lesson” to make sure he doesn’t make a mistake like that again. Osamu deadpanned. He was extremely close to shutting his brother up by punching him.

“Ok ok we get it..anyways..wanna go home? I mean, we have been here for a few hours, and we have a couple of bags.” Y/n looked between the two. The both nodded, agreeing that it was time to go since it was almost nine pm.

As they all walked back to y/n’s house, they made small talk and passed along a few jokes. Y/n sighed softly and gazed up at the sky above. Specs of light, better known as stars, littered the sky. Some making constellations.

“Thank you both for today…it really means a lot, considering I’ve known you two since practically forever.”

Atsumu grinned, “of course, that’s what best friends are for. Now don’t you go forgetten that we are always here for ya’. If not the both of us, than one will be atleast.”

“He has a point. We will be here to help every step of the way” Osamu agreed with his brother, for once.

Y/n covered his face with his hoodie sleeve, wiping the tears away. He looked back up at his best friends with a smile.

“And ya’ better stay away ya’ hear me!! Or else we’ll kick yer butts again!” Atsumu huffed, watching the group scurry off with bruises and bloodied faces. He turned back to see his brother tending to y/n’s wounds.

“I’m sorry for them..just a bunch of stupid bullies. But like ‘Tsumu said, we’ll protect you again if they come back.”

He realized in that moment, they weren’t lying. They’d be with him, helping him, in every step he took. As best friends do.

“Thank you so much..”

[starshinesoda]

Horrible update, everyone!

TW: Abuse (Both human and Animal), Neglect, Transphobia/Homophobia, and Violations of Privacy. Read at your own risk

TLDR: Parents snuck into our private living area and I no longer feel safe, as well as many other sus actions. Need donations in order to get tf out. https://ko-fi.com/melebrius

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Let me give a rundown of the most recent set of events.

Watched Stepdad grab the cat by the head and pin her down, calling her a bitch when she ran off. Literally inches from me.

I’ve been bitched about TO MY PARTNER about me “not doing anything” due to my growing number of issues like Arthritis and Lupus

Still being deadnamed/Misgendered by entire household, and mother keeps bringing up LGBT issues in order to debate them. 

Both parents are Trump supporters and seem to believe that he won? They like to debate that one too with me.

MOST IMPORTANTLY: Stepdad has COME UPSTAIRS to our private area either WHILE I was asleep, or while Partner and I were out briefly in order to take pictures of the room and proceed to YELL about how “dirty” the room is.

Continuing on previous point, the downstairs smells like a barnyard. The wild squirrel they insist on keeping is living in his own shit and is being sustained on only oreos and cereal unless I feed him some of my food (Vegetables, fruits, seeds/nuts)

The cat also rarely has her litter changed and is often yelled at or played with very roughly, causing her to distance form them and causing them to get MORE aggressive with her. I’m the only one she regularly approaches and shows affection to, my partner in close second.

Even with soundproof headphones, I regularly hear them yelling downstairs.

Though this next part is not recent, it’s a prime example of how my illnesses and myself are treated. The following is a quoted and censored message from partner’s mother, to me, after I was threatened and harassed by her stepson.

“I’m gonna say this to you. I will get on [Felon stepson] when we are home. You were warned our house could get loud & you would have to find a way to deal with it. We’re not changing our ways for anyone. As much as I can dislike [Felon stepson] I would have told you he did nothing wrong. The shit he said about  PTSD I will mention to him. But you have to learn that especially with summer things are gonna get louder. You will have to adjust.”

I’m expected to suppress my PTSD flashbacks/reactions, as well as be told that I’m in fact not disabled despite the mother having the same issues and being on disability for them. 

So I beg of you, please PLEASE donate. Even a dollar helps. I am afraid for my life and mental health.

The donation link again is https://ko-fi.com/melebrius You can also use paypal at https://paypal.me/calamitousorange 

I’m also going to throw some tags in down here because... I need help. And my anxiety with reaching out is no longer outweighing the fear for my life I have living here.

@posts-from-a-weirder-timeline @posts-from-a-funnier-timeline @one-time-i-dreamt @normal-horoscopes​ @yourfaveisgoingtosuperhell 

If anyone can reblog this, please do. I’m scared and I’m doing all I can but disability court proceedings take so long and I don’t know if I’ll survive until then.

[teddy06writes]

Gonna Fix It

requested by this anon: “hi!! could you maybe do something angsty and fluffy with Fundy (or anyone really) where the reader is a trans guy? he/him”  

Fundy x transmale!reader

trigger warnings: transphobes, homophobes, some swearing (I used the words tranny and fag) {I am both gay and technically trans please don’t come for me}

premise: When your dead name is leaked, along with photos of you pre transition the entire internet is quick to judge hypercritically, but your boyfriend is quick to take care of it

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(f/l/y/n)- first letter of your name

(y/d/n)- your deadname

“blep” talking

‘blep’ texting/messaging

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“(y/n/n)!”

“Yes Tommy?” You asked.

“How’d you feel about selling drugs?” 

You snorted, glancing up at your face cam and the messages in chat before turning your character to face Tommy’s, laughing, “What?” 

“Do you want to sell drugs with me and Wilbur?” He repeated. 

You blinked, moving your character to look at the van and then back at him, “Tommy, I would love to sell drugs out of a van with you.” 

“Yes! We have secured another one lets go! Pogchamp!” 

You chuckled as Wilbur joined vc, following Tommy’s character over to the van as he announced, “Gentleman! We have a problem, we need to find a better cover for our operations.” 

You looked around the inside of the van, filled with brewing stands and furnaces, “A hot dog van.” 

“Pfff- a hot dog van?” Tommy laughed. 

“It would be a decent cover.” Wilbur admitted, “We should do it.” 

Almost reluctantly Tommy nodded, and Wilbur moved on, “Next on the order of business, we need new recruits beside just (y/n).” 

You grinned, “I know just who to ask!” 

You started to leave vc when Tommy warned, “No Americans and no women.” 

“You got it.” 

You left vc, talking to your twitch chat as you messed around in discord, “Weird lot, them boys. Anyway- apparently I’m a drug dealer in Minecraft now! And I’m gonna recruit someone else!” 

After a few messages through discord your boyfriend called you, “Hello?” 

Upon hearing Floris’ voice chat started spamming about you being a simp.

“Yeah so Tommy and Wilbur kinda roped me into selling drugs on the smp and they told me to get more people, so I’m calling you.” You explained. 

“Angel why didn’t you just come ask me? Was the call necessary?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up chat I’m not blushing! It was easier than getting up. Are you in or not?” 

“Yeah sure.” 

~~

Child: ‘(y/n) big man’

Child: ‘big (f/l/y/n)’ 

(y/n): ‘what do you want Tommy’

Child: ‘get on the server we’re making plans for our country’ 

You sighed, quickly moving to boot up Minecraft, starting stream along with it and quickly giving an intro before logging on to the smp and joining vc. 

“Ayyy! Big man!” Tommy yelled. 

“Tommy!” You responded, though significantly less enthusiastically. 

“(y/n) come to the hto dog van we’re making important decisions.” Wilbur said. 

“Okay.” You headed down the prime path toward the van, listening to the others chatter. 

“Okay so we need a name for our country,” Wilbur said as you arrived, “Something that fits. I am open to suggestions.” 

“Pog something.” Tommy offered.

“ehhhhh.” 

“Pogtopia!” He exclaimed. 

You punched his character, “That’s so stupid.” 

“Well- hmm, we’re all men here soooooooo Manburg!” WIlbur mused. 

“It needs to be more European.” Eret said, tossing you some of the block to start helping with the walls. 

“L’manburg.” You offered. 

Wilbur and Tommy burst out laughing, “Perfect!” 

“No Americans and no women! Just the way I like it!” Tommy yelled. 

Everyone began to laugh at that, and you grinned, entirely unaware of the chaos beginning to unfold all over twitter, and even in your twitch chat.

~~ Later that night you ended up flopped across the couch, Floris sending you a text from his office, ‘Don’t forget to take off the tibby prison angel’ ‘I’ll be done with this soon and we can cuddle’ 

You chuckled, dragging yourself up off the couch and shuffling off to the bathroom to change out of your binder, and pull on a different hoodie, a bigger one that you had stolen from Floris.

By the time you were done and had come back out into the living room Floris had also emerged from his office, and was staring in horror at his phone. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“You haven’t been on Twitter lately have you?” 

Immediately you were going for your phone, taking it off silence to be bombarded by notifications, “uhhhh.” 

Floris bit his lip, “I think you should read it for yourself.” 

Quietly you opened twitter, checking first the hashtag that appeared at the top of your mentions ‘#y/nisalie’ 

Your breath hitched as you opened the hashtag, immediately seeing the original tweet, ‘#y/nisalie y/n has been lying to all of us a thread: apparently this tranny didn’t have the guts to put out that “he” was lying’ 

You scrolled through the tweets, ‘Man, I can’t believe (y/d/n) thought (y/n) was a good fake name’, ‘well at least we know Fundy isn’t actually a fag’ and then worst of all, ‘Guys I found what (y/d/n) actually looks like!’ followed by a picture of you, pre transition. 

The world felt like it was caving in as you slowly sank down against the wall, tears starting to flow, “How did this happen?” 

Floris was quick to sit down next to your, pulling you into his arms, “I dunno angel.” 

You turned, sobbing into his shoulder, “Why are they like this? Wha- what am I gonna do?” 

“I’m gonna fix this,” He murmured, “I promise.” 

You curled further into his embrace, tears soaking his shirt as he rubbed circles into your back.

“It’s gonna be okay angel, it’s gonna be okay.” 

~~ You avoided the internet at all costs for the next few days, not streaming, not being active on twitter or any other socials, hardly ever leaving Floris’ embrace for more than a few minutes as more and more notifications filled your phone. 

It took a lot of coaxing from your boyfriend to check your twitter notifications after two days, and when you did you were delighted to see dozens of positive messages from real fans, and messages addressing the situation from all of your friends.

Eret: ‘dudes (y/n) is litterally trans, is you can’t deal with that then get out of this community; it’s seriously not okay to disrespect someone like that.’

Wilbur: ‘guys remember when I said trans rights and trans rights until I’m dead? Well that applies to (y/n) as well so piss off and stop bothering them’

Tommy: ‘listen up, serious tweet for once: you guys really need to learn how to recover someone and there pronouns, stop calling big man (y/n) by his dead name or get off the platform’

Along with countless others, and of course one from Floris as well, who had made a thread as soon as he saw what was going on:

‘Guys, listen. My boyfriend is the most wonderful human being in all the world. Whoever leaked his dead name or went looking for pictures of him before his transition is honestly a monster and I hope you realize the weight of your actions. Apparently we as a community have a few things to go over,

1: respect creators boundaries, if (y/n) didn’t want to tell you he wasn’t born male it’s not your business, 2: respect people’s pronouns, if someone tells you to use he/him they probably know if there right or not, 3: you can’t fucking invalidate someone like that, and put them on display as a fucking hashtag.

4: if anyone ever tries to talk about my boyfriend like this, (using the wrong pronouns, misgendering, using his dead name or in any other way invalidateing him) I will personally make sure you are never allowed on social media again’

You looked up from your phone, “Y- you got them to stop?”

Floris smiled, “I told you I was gonna fix it.”

[traeumenvonbuechern]

June Wrap-Up

1. Can't Take That Away (Steven Salvatore)

Carey Parker dreams of being a diva, and bringing the house down with song. But despite their talent, emotional scars from an incident with a homophobic classmate and their grandmother's spiraling dementia make it harder and harder for Carey to find their voice. Then Carey meets Cris, a singer/guitarist who makes Carey feel seen for the first time in their life. With the rush of a promising new romantic relationship, Carey finds the confidence to audition for the role of Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West, in the school musical, setting off a chain reaction of prejudice by Carey's tormentor and others in the school. It's up to Carey, Cris, and their friends to defend their rights--and they refuse to be silenced.

2. Sanditon (Jane Austen)

Written in the last months of Austen's life, Sanditon features a glorious cast of hypochondriacs and speculators in a newly established seaside resort, and shows the author contemplating a changing society with scepticism and amusement. It tells the story of Charlotte Heywood, who is transported by a chance accident from her rural hometown to Sanditon, where she is exposed to the intrigues and dalliances of a small town determined to reinvent itself - and encounters the intriguingly handsome Sidney Parker.

3. The Witch King (H.E. Edgmon)

Wyatt would give anything to forget where he came from—but a kingdom demands its king. In Asalin, fae rule and witches like Wyatt Croft…don’t. Wyatt’s betrothal to his best friend, fae prince Emyr North, was supposed to change that. But when Wyatt lost control of his magic one devastating night, he fled to the human world. Now a coldly distant Emyr has hunted him down. Despite transgender Wyatt’s newfound identity and troubling past, Emyr has no intention of dissolving their engagement. In fact, he claims they must marry now or risk losing the throne. Jaded, Wyatt strikes a deal with the enemy, hoping to escape Asalin forever. But as he gets to know Emyr, Wyatt realizes the boy he once loved may still exist. And as the witches face worsening conditions, he must decide once and for all what’s more important—his people or his freedom.

4. One Last Stop (Casey McQuiston)

For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train. Jane. Dazzling, charming, mysterious, impossible Jane. Jane with her rough edges and swoopy hair and soft smile, showing up in a leather jacket to save August’s day when she needed it most. August’s subway crush becomes the best part of her day, but pretty soon, she discovers there’s one big problem: Jane doesn’t just look like an old school punk rocker. She’s literally displaced in time from the 1970s, and August is going to have to use everything she tried to leave in her own past to help her. Maybe it’s time to start believing in some things, after all.

5. Between Perfect and Real (Ray Stoeve)

Dean Foster knows he’s a trans guy. He’s watched enough YouTube videos and done enough questioning to be sure. But everyone at his high school thinks he’s a lesbian—including his girlfriend Zoe, and his theater director, who just cast him as a “nontraditional” Romeo. He wonders if maybe it would be easier to wait until college to come out. But as he plays Romeo every day in rehearsals, Dean realizes he wants everyone to see him as he really is now––not just on the stage, but everywhere in his life. Dean knows what he needs to do. Can playing a role help Dean be his true self?

6. The Cruel Prince (Holly Black)

Jude was seven when her parents were murdered and she and her two sisters were stolen away to live in the treacherous High Court of Faerie. Ten years later, Jude wants nothing more than to belong there, despite her mortality. But many of the fey despise humans. Especially Prince Cardan, the youngest and wickedest son of the High King. To win a place at the Court, she must defy him–and face the consequences. As Jude becomes more deeply embroiled in palace intrigues and deceptions, she discovers her own capacity for trickery and bloodshed. But as betrayal threatens to drown the Courts of Faerie in violence, Jude will need to risk her life in a dangerous alliance to save her sisters, and Faerie itself.

7. Boy Queen (George Lester)

Robin Cooper’s life is falling apart. While his friends prepare to head off to university, Robin is looking at a pile of rejection letters from drama schools up and down the country, and facing a future without the people he loves the most. Everything seems like it’s ending, and Robin is scrabbling to find his feet. Unsure about what to do next and whether he has the talent to follow his dreams, he and his best friends go and drown their sorrows at a local drag show, where Robin realises there might be a different, more sequinned path for him . . . With a mother who won't stop talking, a boyfriend who won't acknowledge him and a best friend who is dying to cover him in glitter make up, there's only one thing for Robin to do: bring it to the runway.

8. Felix Ever After (Kacen Callender)

Felix Love has never been in love—and, yes, he’s painfully aware of the irony. He desperately wants to know what it’s like and why it seems so easy for everyone but him to find someone. What’s worse is that, even though he is proud of his identity, Felix also secretly fears that he’s one marginalization too many—Black, queer, and transgender—to ever get his own happily-ever-after. When an anonymous student begins sending him transphobic messages—after publicly posting Felix’s deadname alongside images of him before he transitioned—Felix comes up with a plan for revenge. What he didn’t count on: his catfish scenario landing him in a quasi–love triangle.... But as he navigates his complicated feelings, Felix begins a journey of questioning and self-discovery that helps redefine his most important relationship: how he feels about himself.

9. Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë)

Lockwood, the new tenant of Thrushcross Grange on the bleak Yorkshire moors, is forced to seek shelter one night at Wuthering Heights, the home of his landlord. There he discovers the history of the tempestuous events that took place years before: of the intense passion between the foundling Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw, and her betrayal of him. As Heathcliff's bitterness and vengeance is visited upon the next generation, their innocent heirs must struggle to escape the legacy of the past.

10. Ace of Spades (Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé)

Welcome to Niveus Private Academy, where money paves the hallways, and the students are never less than perfect. Until now. Because anonymous texter, Aces, is bringing two students' dark secrets to light. Talented musician Devon buries himself in rehearsals, but he can't escape the spotlight when his private photos go public. Head girl Chiamaka isn't afraid to get what she wants, but soon everyone will know the price she has paid for power. Someone is out to get them both. Someone who holds all the aces. And they're planning much more than a high-school game...

11. The Queer Principles of Kit Webb (Cat Sebastian)

Kit Webb has left his stand-and-deliver days behind him. But dreary days at his coffee shop have begun to make him pine for the heady rush of thievery. When a handsome yet arrogant aristocrat storms into his shop, Kit quickly realizes he may be unable to deny whatever this highborn man desires. In order to save himself and a beloved friend, Percy, Lord Holland must go against every gentlemanly behavior he holds dear to gain what he needs most: a book that once belonged to his mother, a book his father never lets out of his sight and could be Percy’s savior. More comfortable in silk-filled ballrooms than coffee shops frequented by criminals, his attempts to hire the roughly hewn highwayman, formerly known as Gladhand Jack, proves equal parts frustrating and electrifying. Kit refuses to participate in the robbery but agrees to teach Percy how to do the deed. Percy knows he has little choice but to submit and as the lessons in thievery begin, he discovers thievery isn’t the only crime he’s desperate to commit with Kit. But when their careful plan goes dangerously wrong and shocking revelations threaten to tear them apart, can these stolen hearts withstand the impediments in their path?

12. Weekend Girl (Alex Powell)

Ashley Kingston is a genderfluid university student with a major crush on attractive and charming Nolan. He seems just too perfect to be true. What happens when Ash meets Nolan while dressed as both a man, and a woman? And even more confusing, what happens when Nolan seems enamoured of both versions of Ash? A twisty-turny romance filled with fun and shenanigans.

[alpaca-writes]

Mystics, Chapter 4

When Arch becomes hired on at Mystics, by Lyrem, everything seems to be going well- their life nearly becomes perfection. Soon enough, however, Arch realizes that perhaps not everything is as good as it seems....

Directory: [chapter one] [chapter two] [chapter three]

CW: deadname use, sickness/nausea/vomiting, torture obviously, minor character death.

CHAPTER FOUR: SOMEWHERE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH

Arch’s head lifted slowly from their pillow, in daze, they weren’t exactly certain of where they were, but soon they recognized the cheap wooden panels of their basement bedroom wall and closed their eyes again.

The alarm went off- not one that was programmed into their phone- as it almost never was- but the more reliable one calling their fake name from above.

“I’m up!” Arch’s own voice pained them to hear. Did they sneak drinks from their mom’s vodka stores last night? No, not last night...

Maybe they had caught the flu from somewhere. Thinking back to the previous night, Arch remembered an uneventful evening of low sales and walking home… Nothing amiss. They didn’t even remember catching a chill. They rolled over slowly, the room spinning above them to check their phone. It was 7:10 am. Their bus would be arriving shortly. The feeling of utter dread filled them as usual and then a sudden, unmistakable fear. The adrenaline alone was enough to launch them from their bed, but then Arch’s body fired back with an overwhelming nausea.

They were going to be sick.

Arch reached for the trash can in the corner as they fell with their knees to the floor and missed.

Puking up bile, and heaving, Arch heard the sound of rushing footsteps from above coming down.

“What on earth”-

Arch couldn’t reply, but their mother supplied them with a bucket and pressed a hand onto their back- as if that was supposed to help.

“What were you doing last night that’s got you so sick!?” She touted over them angrily. “Were you drinking? Doing drugs again?”

Arch was caught smoking pot once over a year ago- strange how they would never be able to live that down.

“For Pete’s sake, ----!” The alarm bell had been trilling for a long time. Arch was amazed that they could even hear it any more. “You were out past ten last night. Is it that new job keeping you late? That’s against child labour laws, you know! I’d like to have a word with your employer!”

Burping up an acidic aftertaste, Arch leaned away from the bucket and wiped their mouth slowly. The nausea was gone.

“Food poisoning.” They said breathlessly. “Must’ve been food poisoning.”

“Clean this up and then get back into bed!” Their mother snapped. “I’ll bring you some water, but then I’m going to work. Need to pay the bills here somehow!”

Arch took their mother’s advice, and cleaned up as much of their vomit off the carpet as they could. From the stairs Maleficent stared at the spot with keen interest as Arch looked at the cat with a disgusted sneer.

“You’re a nasty little creature,” they said.

Dropping back into their bed, they were teetering on the edge of a restless sleep when their phone buzzed next to them.

It was Lyrem. It still mildly amazed Arch that he was technologically adept for his age. The message read:

expecting delivery tonight so will be staying late. No need for you to come in if you’d rather catch up on schoolwork.

Ha. Catch up on schoolwork. Arch replied:

sure. much appreciated.

Serendipity was a term rarely used by Arch but in this particular moment, they were certainly thankful for how the universe seemed to be taking care of them. It certainly did a better job than anyone else they knew.

--------------------

The skull glared out from the showcase. The eyeholes seemed a little scratched from where someone had tried to clean it with the wrong instrument and the wrong solution.

Lyrem studied it from every angle he could. He had been at this for hours. The deliverers’ patience began to dwindle, along with that of their security guards. The seller had made it abundantly clear to give Lyrem as much time as he needed to decide how much he’d be willing to pay- so they straightened their back out, nearly forgetting their posture, and dealt with the man who seemed to be too nit-picky for their liking.

“You are sure it’s genuine Mayan?” He asked.

“A sacrifice to Quetzalcoatl himself,” the deliverer replied assuredly. “No others had been recovered in such pristine condition. Guaranteed.”

Lyrem breathed deeply and looked up at the deliverer. “Remove the barrier.” He requested.

The deliverer looked at him strangely. “I’m afraid that is against policy, sir.”

He raised a dark grey brow, his nose wrinkling with a sudden sour distaste that expressed his displeasure playfully.

“Your client knows who I am.” He spoke quietly. “Get them on the phone and explain to them that I will not make an offer until the barrier is removed.”

“Sir”-

“Now.” Lyrem interrupted, steeling his gaze.

The deliverer huffed, pulled out their phone and made the call outside the store. Lyrem watched them through the windows. After several minutes, they returned, shaking their head. He looked at them with a disappointed scowl.

“I don’t make deals on fakes,” he clarified. “Either remove the barrier or I will not make a deal- and I know that your client would love it if I made a deal.”

The deliverer frowned, and their eyes darted from the pedestal and back to Lyrem. He was standing there in the store, confident that they would make the right decision eventually. He approached them, and stared deeply into their blue eyes. His expression had a certain menacing charm.

“Think about the respect you could receive, the promotion, the splendor- if only I can know exactly what is behind this glass- it could all be yours,” he spoke softly.

This one had been broken well, but not well enough.

Retrieving a set of keys, the deliverer began to unscrew the locks from each side of the case; four of them in total.

Lyrem massaged one of his hands with the other as he watched the skull become uncovered. He held high hopes for this one. The security team moved in as he approached the piece, but were stopped by the deliverer in question. They had come this far. At this point, they had no choice but to trust Lyrem’s expert judgment.

The shop-keep closed his eyes, and in an instant, he was engulfed in shadow. The deliverer stepped away instinctively to avoid the darkening fog and watched on in terrified horror.

The shadows entered Lyrem until they were only visible through his eyes. Wisps of the fog slowly leaked from his orifices, and he approached the skull once more. He raised a hand, placing it over the top of the skull and spoke with a voice that belonged not entirely to himself:

“SHOW ME YOUR TRUTH”

The sound rung hollow through the store, as though it had transformed into a cavern for just those few seconds.

It only took a moment before the shadows drifted away, and Lyrem returned to himself. He pulled a napkin from his inside pocket and wiped away a couple drops of ectoplasm from underneath his eyes, and sniffed.

“Tell your client I will give him nothing.”

“What?” Forgetting themselves, the deliverer gasped, enraged by the decision. “I broke rules for you!”

“And aren’t you happy about that? Now you can race back to your little ‘client’ and tell them that the item they tried to sell me was a fake. I will not deal in a fake. I will never deal in fakes.” Lyrem stepped back from the pedestal, welcoming them to screw the locks back into the display. “This skull is Incan, not Mayan, and it’s certainly not a sacrifice- he was a fucking alpaca farmer for crying out loud.”

The deliverer shuddered. They couldn’t go back to their client with news like this, they wouldn’t live to see another day.

“This- this can’t be right.”

“It-it is, I am afraid.” Lyrem mocked ruthlessly. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind getting out. I’ll need to carry on a conversation with a few of my new friends- seeing as I’ve wasted much of my energy with you idiots.”

The stand was covered in a black cloth just as it had come in originally. Lyrem ushered them through the side door of the shop and followed them out, locking the door behind him.

The deliverer muttered to themselves, the confusion that had been dropped before them. Lyrem tutted with a fake sympathy.

“Before you leave,” he added, with just the slightest tinge of genuine wisdom to his voice, “Understand that I have my own bargains to uphold, just as you do. If your client is serious in gaining favour with my client, then cheap attempts to trick me, will not get them what they want. You can tell them that for me, if you wish.”

The deliverer nodded, and entered their black van as the object of interest had been secured into the back. They drove off slowly down the damp alleyway of reflected pools of streetlight. Lyrem turned, and unlocked the door to his storage area. He closed his eyes tightly, held his breath, and stepped over the threshold.

His eyes were opened the moment he heard the door click closed behind him. The darkness was unrelentingly thick. His footsteps sounded dull, and softened against the floor. Clapping his hands twice turned on some lighting from an indiscernible area.

The captives squealed as they hid away from the sudden brightness.

Lyrem smiled as he disturbed them. The shackles jingled heavily against the wall as they straightened out, pressing their backs further in, in the effort to keep away from the strange, looming man.

He looked to each of them fondly. None of them dared to speak. That was good. It meant that he had already left a lasting impression. It meant that they had already tried and failed to scream and be heard from someone outside. But this storage room was soundproof and built to perfection on the border between worlds; a mixture of celestial, earthly, and infernal construction. His absolute favourite style of architecture- besides Manueline, of course.

“Hm.” He hummed, and scratched the back of his head in thought. He only needed one of them to regain what energy he had lost. “Which one of you should I choose first?”

Marcus flinched backward. Lyrem shook his greying head at him.

“Oh, I will have to save you for last. I hope you don’t mind being locked away for weeks on end. In fact, I think I may save you for a more special occasion.”

He switched, turning his gaze onto the boy Kyle and met his eyes. The boy tried and failed to look away from him. His eyes darting back every second just to check if Lyrem was still studying him.

“What’s wrong? Having a bit of trouble speaking up?” Lyrem tutted. He angled his head towards the girl. “What about you? Will you pick up the mantle? Go on, sweety. Show these boys what true bravery is.”

Jess’ eyelashes had begun to fall down her face. Her make up smeared and ran down her cheeks from the constant tears, and was only worsened by Lyrem’s taunting hand, softly wiping them away as he squatted over her. He pouted, mimicking a sympathy that mocked her from head to toe.

“Don’t touch her!”

Lyrem lit up with joy.

“Finally! A winner!”

Jess sobbed as the attention was driven from her to Kyle. “N-no, no, no,” Her voice repeated incessantly. “Please stop- please. I’m so sorry for what we did. I-I promise, it- it won’t happen again.”

Lyrem stopped at Kyle, and moved his lips as he made his decision between them. He looked at Jess. He placed his elbow onto the back of his hand that sat across his upper abdomen. The other hand rested under his chin and it looked more like he was busy judging a piece of artwork, not debating who he would like to kill first.

“You really couldn’t make this decision easy on me, could you? On one hand I would love to make this piece of shit suffer,” He kicked Kyle’s manacled feet around lightly as he regarded Jess with gleeful sadism. “On the other hand, you are so adorable when you’re scared.”

Lyrem took another pause before fully making his decision. Pulling out a blade from his belt around his side, roughly the length of his forearm, he pointed it toward Kyle carefully and knelt down in front of him.

“This is for what you did to my Segovia album.”

Lyrem dragged the blade along the top of the boy’s cheekbone, giving him one smooth slice under his eye several inches long. Kyle whimpered, feeling the sharp sting linger for what seemed like an eternity and began to shout out as the blade continued into the more sensitive skin just underneath his eye. The jingling of chains around his arms and feet grew louder as he tried to ease the pain; too fearful to move his head, lest the point of the knife met his eye. The shouting cries and jingling ceased as Lyrem pulled the blade back.

“You scratched it, so now I scratched you.” Lyrem smiled lightly. “You see?”

Kyle’s eyes opened as blood poured down from one side. Sweat and tears mixed together to add to the stinging pain cut across his face. Lyrem cleaned off his blade onto Kyle’s shirt collar. He gasped as it reached dangerously close to his neck.

Lyrem stood over them again, waving his knife eloquently. His eyes rested on Kyle.

“Now, I do believe I have made my decision.”

Kyle closed his eyes tightly, knowing it would be him- certain of it. He heard a whimper, then a slice, and then gurgling.

He turned his head. Seeing Jess’ neck dripping a steady stream of blood down her blouse, he cried out; his mouth was left gaping as he had no hands available to cover it with.

Lyrem hovered over the body for a while, still gripping the hair that felt like nylon between his fingers. She was still somewhat alive- the expression was clear in her blue eyes that were beginning to look a glassier with each passing moment.

“The whining was already becoming a bit annoying, don’t you think?”

The boys didn’t answer Lyrem. They didn’t say anything as Jess’ spirit left her body. Lyrem licked Jess’ blood off the edge of his knife, grinning.

[modglobug]

Hey! How are you doing? I hope you're getting better!

You're awesome, amazing, unique, special, wonderful and so much more! Make sure to rest and have some fruit and water! Stay safe and positive!! ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Hey! Sorry for not responding to the previous messages, promise I'm not ignoring you!! 

Been busy, finished a commission that's been on the back burner for months, since I didn't feel like my skill was where I wanted it to be for it, but its done! Im actually about to re-open those, so hey everyone, look out for that lol.

 And thanks for the kind messages <3 They do mean a lot!! Been busy, legally changed my name!! Changed it to my preferred name over my deadname, as well as made my last name my bio dad’s name which I'm super happy about!! I’ve also been taking it easy on myself, as my meds are changing due to changes in my mental health. Im also (safely!!) going to travel for a bit next month, which I’m looking forward to. Been playing Watch Dogs, Genshin, and drawing stuff on my @gloandtheskelefamily blog. Which, was recently followed by an artist I admire so AHhHH. Thats been my like, last couple of days. How have you been?

[onisiondrama]

Onision: IRL EP: 2 - Onision’s Response videos summary Part 4 (Final part for his Reacts channel responses to episode 2.)

These videos are all over the place with everyone referring to Kai with different names and using different pronouns. I'm just going to refer to him by his current name and pronouns.

In the video summaries, I’m going to refer to James as “Onision” during documentary clips and “James” during his responses. Hopefully that makes things easier to read.

"Onision Documentary Dead Names and Misgenders Trans Man Repeatedly" (7 of 8)

Clip from the documentary plays. BigMoneyOnision says Onision is the most reviled person on the internet and someone needs to hold him accountable. James insults BMO’s appearance and says, "what the hell is this creature?" BMO says he's been following Onision for over a decade. James calls him a loser. They play a clip of Jaclyn Glenn saying Onision calls himself honest as a shield so he can be a dick. James plays a clip of Jaclyn saying she wishes him the best that he has a beautiful family. James says she doesn't sound like a very consistent person. He says one day she hates him, the next she doesn't, and now she is hating him again.

That clip of Jaclyn came from her response to his 2018 public apology to her. Hmm.. first he hates her, then he likes her, now he hates her. Seems inconsistent. 🤔🙄

Steven says Onision's relationship to Kai was his longest and most complicated relationship. James says he doesn't know what he's talking about. He says they're still married to this day. He points out they deadnamed Kai and says Kai hates everyone involved with this documentary. Steven continues to talk about Kai, but every time he misgenders Kai, James pauses it to point it out and tells them to stop misgendering transgender people. Steven says Kai would constantly reply to Onision's twitter. 

In the beginning of the second episode, the documentary has this text:

I don't buy it. Everyone who misgendered and deadnamed Kai during the storytelling parts continued to misgender Kai throughout the rest of the documentary. It's a mess and people call Kai by three different names throughout the whole show. I think the people who made the documentary were too lazy to tell the interviewees to either consistently misgender / deadname during the appropriate times for story telling / timeline purposes or to get everyone to call Kai by his current name and correctly gender him. Everyone who was interviewed seem to be on a completely different page when it comes to talking about Kai.

Steven says by December 2012, Onision and Kai are married and Kai's parents don't understand why a man nearly 10 years older married Kai within months of meeting. James says that's a lie and he's on good terms with his in-laws. He says they all flew across the country to be at "my” wedding. He calls Steven a dumb-ass. James shows a photo from his wedding and points out Kai's father, mother, step-dad, and sister. He says Steven recklessly said they don't support their unity, yet here they are supporting their unity. He says, "you guys are an embarrassment to journalism."

So James' #1 evidence that Kai's family is on good terms with him is the fact that they showed up to their child's wedding 8 years ago? James is conveniently leaving out the multiple videos he's made about how Kai's father tried to break them up while they were dating due to their age gap (17 and 26) and the grudge he’s held against his father for years. James even banned him from their home a few years ago.

"Onision Documentary Slander, Complete Embarrassment to Journalism, Discovery +" (8 of 8)

Doc plays. Clip of Repzion saying he didn't write the letter. They show a clip of Onision saying Repzion is the reason people are afraid to post videos online, because of psycho, creepy stalkers like him. James shows the email from Repzion apologizing to him back in 2017. He says Repzion is admitting to sending his in-laws an email and apologizing for it. He says his in-laws are no-doubt disgusted by him.

I just want to point out, the clip of Repzion was from when James was accusing him of sending his in-laws a physical letter in the mail. Repzion admitted to sending them a Facebook message and denied sending the letter. DSSCTM admitted to sending the letter.

James shows this on screen:

Edwin says Onision was pressuring Kai to date a girl. James says Edwin is being transphobic by misgendering Kai. Steven says we don't understand what was going on behind the scenes, but whoever Kai was is gone. James says they don't understand what went on behind the scenes, yet they make a whole documentary about it. He says himself and Kai don't talk to the doc because they are idiots that self-admittedly talk about things they don't understand.

Shiloh says she watched Onision break Kai like he broke her. James says he never called the cops on Billie or Sarah, yet he called them multiple times on Shiloh because she's a "psycho bitch." He says everyone else he dated were all way better than her. He shows thumbnails of videos he uploaded with Shiloh to his main channel and he says you don't see someone being broken. He says in the "My Girlfriend Is Beautiful" video, you see her have a mental breakdown and him being supportive. He says she thinks she can just eliminate his entire video library that proves their final videos were all positive and she fabricated the entire abuse concept. He says she got caught cheating and getting pregnant with another man's baby and she didn't like getting caught so she fabricated the abuse story. He references his page about Shiloh and goes over points he's already made in previous videos. He says she's proven a pathological evil liar.

Doc plays a clip of James and Kai with Kai looking uncomfortable. James jokingly says, "add that to the abuse reel." Edwin says he believes James is molding Kai. James says Edwin has no excuse for misgendering because they just announced Kai identifies as a guy. He says Edwin continues to misgender Kai because he's a piece of shit.

Shiloh says she no longer believes that Kai is a victim, she thinks Kai is a predator. James says it's a waste of time to speculate and it's an opinion reel.

The doc tells the story of Alicia Kozakiewicz. James says it's inappropriate they brought up a story that has nothing to do with himself and Kai. He says he's a law abiding former US air force cop.

He goes through his Sarah page on his website to prove she wasn't groomed. He says he found more texts and is going to update the page. He says Chris Hansen and anti-o's are morons for believing anything illegal happened.

Alicia K says she believes Onision and Kai found venerable victims. James says they're using the chick who was beaten and violated to speculate they are bad people. Alicia says they became friends with the girls, then they took away their power. James challenges Alicia to do research and look at his Sarah page. He says they blatantly ignore the texts he shared because they want to cash in on a fraudulent #metoo. He says there literally no actual victims.

Text on screen says in 2012, Kai begins an online relationship with 15-year-old fan, Regina. James says Kai was 17 for the majority of 2012, so it was a 2 year age gap. He says the first time he was Regina was on Chris Hansen's interview. He says they apparently dressed up as a dude to be on the show twice. [He plays the same clips as every other time he accused Regina of this. 🙄] He says the documentary admits Kai never met Regina.

I don’t think this needs to be said, but Regina did not pretend to be another person to get on Hansen’s show. Also, James was so upset the documentary misgenders Kai, but he keeps misgendering Regina.

Regina says they initially lied about their age to Kai. Regina told him they were 19 when they were really 15. James says Regina admits they'll lie to your face. He calls Regina a "stone cold liar."

Even though Kai did the same exact thing to James that same year? He lied to James about his age, yet Kai is not a stone cold liar?

Regina says they asked their mom if they could visit Kai, but she said no. James says he doesn't know what Regina is talking about. He says that's news to him. He doesn't know why Regina would visit them. He plugs his Sarah page again.

[iamapincushion]

my story part 3

a/n: this is a edited version of my thoughts when I was in the hospital. I remember pretty much every detail. it gets pretty deep. its also kinda all over the place  and if you have questions i am happy to answer so just ask them in the comments, reblog, message me, or ask in the question section of my page.

Thursday October 24, 2019 6:30pm. 

 My nurses came in and said I had to take insulin because my pancreas doesn't work right. So they showed me how to do it and they did it in my arms. It really hurt and I cried but I knew somewhere in my head I would have to do this every meal and every night for the rest of my life i just didn't want to except it, I didn't want to be there until Sunday i wanted to be a kid and go to school, I wanted to not stay on one part of the hospital.   

Friday October 25, 2019 

I didn't sleep at all. My mom stayed with me all night. They woke me up every 2 hours to check my ketone levels, and blood sugar. I was so hungry but I didn't want to take my insulin. I am sad I can't do the community sing today. I'm glad a few people have texted asking where I am and how I'm doing. I was really lonely. I wanted to see my friends.

Friday October 25, 2019 7:00 pm.  

Okay, a lot just happened. Aunt Gloria (dads sister) just brought the kids who were in their Halloween costumes because they're going  to a trunk or treat. They adore me, which made Jack (younger cousin age 7) get upset when he saw the nurse next to me flushing my iv. My dad told aunt Gloria that Jack getting upset couldn't make me upset because it will affect my blood sugar if I get upset. It wouldn't make me upset. She said I don't think it will make me upset but i will make sure it doesn't. Then asked me if it would make me upset and i said no and then my dad was like I don't care what she says it's going to make (deadname) upset and was all talking for me when I'm 12.5 I know my emotions by now. So my mom, aunt Gloria and I walked to the playroom with the kids my dad followed. Aunt Gloria was crying at this point and asked my mom and I and said this isn't all right, right? My mom says this is how he's been all day. And then my dad grabs Aunt Gloria on the shoulders and says if you try and turn my daughter against me again you will not be allowed to see her for a long time. Then as she and her kids left he cursed them out. I am really upset about it. I just texted my other aunt to come see me. I really need her. Right now I'm alone watching YouTube on my iPad. I want… no I need my friends right now. I'm super pissed at my dad right now. I hope he leaves my life forever.