#he was a girl. she was a boy. can i make it any more obvious (i was a tranny the whole timeeeee ooooooooo)

[fancyfeathers]

I imagine that Damian is like that kid who sees his brothers with flashy toys and says "I want one of those too". Not just any toy, but the same brand and everything.

He wants a District girl too. Preferably one of the sisters, to make it ever better. Brothers married to sisters. Rather poetic.

And low-key I think Cass's darling would have it easier? Not that he's happy, but I think Cass is more of the type to get into his head psychologically, with words, and hates hurting him physically, so she doesn't. She's just so nice to him, so attentive, so caring, and he has no one else. It's not like he can visit his cousins a lot...so he falls

Yandere!Batfam Hunger Games AU

Damian understands why his brothers fell for district girls. To put it lightly, girls from the Capitol are too obnoxious, too self-absorbed, dressed in gaudy fashion, and wearing disturbing makeup. His obsession is built up over time when he first sees the photos of his darling that Dick took when he was staying with his fiance and her family, the interviews in the Victor's Village with her in the background watching her sisters, and then her getting reaped for the games. The fact that her reaping was rigged by the mayor just like Lucy Gray which gives the Capitol to replace her in the games, taking the mayor's daughter and making her look like Damian's darling and throwing her into the games to die, it just makes things so much easier.

The way she cries because of how overwhelmed she is when Damian and his father take her to stay with them while the fake is thrown into the games, it is just so adorable, wearing her heart on her sleeve. Then in that time, the two get so close, her completely unaware to his true intentions. Then months after the games the truth is revealed, a spiteful girl rigging the games so that a sweet young girl gets reaped, they paint it as the Capitol being meriful and sparing the innocent and punishing the gulity. Then the fact that she is the sister of the victors that they love so much and that she is engaged to one of the Wayne brothers, the Capitol loves her instantly.

The thing is no one told her that she was engaged, but to Damian it was not a thing that really needed to be said, it was so obvious already given that his brother and her sisters are married. Of course the wedding would have to wait until Damian is done with his studies.

Meanwhile Cass definitely is more gentle with her darling, getting his to let down his guard and come to her willingly. She watches him from afar when he thinks no one is there, giving him soft touches as to not scare him due to what the games did to him. He has such psychological damage done to him, so it is easy to paint it as him needing to stay with her to recover since she understands body language like her native tongue. Stockholm syndrome finally sets in when she sees him lean into her touch when she went to sit with him when he was woken up due to nightmares from the games. Unlike the boys, she does not force him into a marriage, he has been through so much and chances are that he will never fully recover, so letting him settle into his own pace make her win his heart. He just cannot find out that the games were rigged for him to win.

[seecarrun]

Eleven years.

Misty had made it eleven freaking years without Gary Oak finding out about her crush on Ash, all for Tracy and his big mouth to ruin it in four point two seconds.

She wasn’t sure how he didn’t figure it out himself, honestly. Pallet Town grew its boys to be cute but dumb she supposed, and that had been just fine with her, but now with the meowth officially out of the bag, it was time to make sure the secret didn’t spread any further than it had already.

“Wait, you like Ash?!” Gary exclaimed at what could only be described as the top of his freaking lungs. “Like, like-like?! Does he know?”

“No!” she hissed, checking over her shoulder to check that Ash was still down in the basement getting that bottle of wine his mom asked him to fetch for her. “And I’d like to keep it that way, so shut up!”

“You didn’t know?” Tracy asked Gary, wincing as he realized he had spilled the beans. “I’m sorry Misty, I wouldn’t have said anything if—”

“If it wasn’t so obvious?” Brock interrupted dryly. “She doesn’t exactly do a great job at hiding it.”

Gary made a face crossing his arms in a huff. “I’m sorry, I didn’t exactly travel around with the world with them like you guys did, and some of us have more important things to focus our attention on than a friend’s little school-girl crush.”

“Oh my Arceus, can we please stop talking about this?!” Misty cried, the desperation clear in her voice.

“Stop talking about what?”

Misty spun around, coming face to face with a confused Ash Ketchum, looking at all of them like he was hurt they would even think to have a conversation in his absence, and paled. Shit. “Nothing,” she answered immediately, silently praying to the pokegods that the guys wouldn’t do or say anything stupid.

Unfortunately, Gary, despite his lukewarm redemption, was still, at his core, an absolute bastard. “We were talking about the person Misty’s in looove with,” he sang, and Misty could have committed murder right then and there.

Ash, bless him, turned to her in surprise, his brown eyes suddenly wide as saucers. “You’re in love with someone?”

“No—!”

“Yup!” Gary chirped, cutting her off. “She was just telling us how dreamy they are. How she wants them to ask her on a date and be her boyfriend.”

Misty glared at him with all the intensity she had and grit her teeth. “I did not say any of that.”

Ash looked around at all of them, frowning, and finally settled on Misty. “Who is it?”

“No one!”

“Don’t worry, Ash,” Gary jumped in, because apparently he wasn’t quite done ruining Misty’s life just yet, “I didn’t know either until Tracy and Brock told me.”

“What the heck, Misty?!” Ash exclaimed, offended. “Why do they get to know and I don’t?”

Misty gaped at him, then at Gary, and finally Brock and Tracy, who were sitting there doing nothing, by the way, and then back to Ash, her face reddening with every passing moment. Finally, her mind went blank, and her mouth, without her brain’s permission, blurted out, “I didnt tell them anything, they figured it out themselves!”

Ash turned to Brock and Tracy for confirmation, who shrugged and nodded, respectively. He narrowed his eyes, that look of determination that Misty usually loved, but in this case was creating some uneasy squirming in the pit of her stomach, creeping over his face. “Well, if that’s the case,” he declared, smirking at Misty, “I guess I’ll just have to figure it out too.”

“Great,” she said wearily.

Eleven. Years.

She was going to kill Gary.

[sukimas]

Genuinely, though. So many problems of his come from being trapped in the past- his childhood. He's stuck living a lie of being Uika (even after he's exposed as being the older sister, per the cab driver) because he's never learned to live as an individual.

When given the opportunity to choose his own outfits, he always chooses something masculine, but not too masculine- plausible deniability for being a "tomboy" like Uika who likes to play outside and catch bugs (never mind that he doesn't like them.) Mana gets to wear pants, but he doesn't- he's trapped in that role.

Of course, it's obvious why he wouldn't want to align himself with masculinity, too- the only male figures in his childhood (since he lived on an isolated island) were his adopted dad (died, in what seems like an event that was very traumatic to him though he shoves that down too) or his biological dad- everything he is terrified of being (ironic, since the thing that drove Sadaharu to do all of those things was cowardice) but ends up acting like anyway. Because of course it's often believed in many cultures that women can't possibly be predatory, right?

It's easy to see from his doll monologues that he's suffering from some profound depersonalization wrt his body, but when allowed to express his true feelings as Doloris (explicitly stated to be what Doloris is an expression of!) he starts listing off all his body parts as if he can feel they're actually part of him for once and using boku. He was picked for the band itself because of his androgyny...!

So obviously there's a reading one can make about him being a deep-in-denial trans boy. How would T fix him?

Well, it would undeniably sever his self-image from Uika and force him to begin living as an individual. Sakiko tried pretty hard to get him to do this ("the stars belong to you") but ultimately his problem is that all the forms of individuality he has left are stuck in his childhood. He's unable to start building something new (and because of that is unable to see Sakiko as anything more than a symbol) because he's melded his very skin with Uika for so long that he doesn't know where to begin. But of course, Uika is a girl (at least, she was at the time Hatsune froze her in time in his mind). His hair is cut the exact same way hers was when he was a child (his was slightly longer).

He's not been able to build something new... but physically separating himself from Uika might make him a little more able to do that. (Also, accepting any individuality about himself or interfacing with individuals besides Sakiko whatsoever is good for him. I was clapping and cheering when he gave Taki chocolate milk.)

T would fix uika misumi

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[m-o-o-n-thatspellsblog]

Stephen King developing a romance between a heterosexual couple: It's a man and a woman and they've interacted twice. Obviously they're in love. That doesn't need to be explained.

Stephen King developing a friendship between 2 males:

[delawaredetroit]

Izuku did not have romantic feelings for Ochako at this point. He recognized this wasn't her because of the faith he has in her skills as an upcoming hero.

Look, Izuocha is in a lot of ways a pretty basic, vanilla ship. But I can at least appreciate a relationship where there was mutual respect of each other's competency before any romantic feelings came into play for both parties. Which to be honest, is far better than your average Shounen Jump.

[teekl-darling]

Wait. Was Sk8er Boi the original Dhar Mann video?

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i keep wanting to call 14 she and it's 100% the same thing that makes me want to call 13 he and it's completely about me and not at all about them

[danganronpa-ship-tourney]

I love the whole little “shippers don’t like this ship because *checks notes* he’s a boy and she’s a girl!” Bit you’ve got going. Its been a while since I was in the DR fandom do fans still have the worst opinions about sexuality and forget canon facts about characters in a complicated game of telephone

I mean if they wanted me to not do that, they'd give me more interesting reasonings then just "ew a boy" like buddy I have bad news for you about how many layers of gender headcanons and theorizing im on here

[yuukei-yikes]

if we're talking abt seto uhmm i thought of bigender seto a while ago and i cant stop thinking abt it. he wants to be marry's prince and princess you know. stares

SO TRUEEEE SO TRUEEEEEEEEEEEE

[kaxen]

My opinions on sex and romance are as complex as they are incoherent, but I think I like my shit a little weird because I just don't like the level of assumptions that people who are too accustomed to being the default have.

[genderqueeradrien]

saw a "female adrien agreste | chat noir" tag on ao3 and said "ALWAYS saying this" out loud

[spiderqueen313]

Please just admit you are falling in love with me already

[olcator]

just got my dad to put all the baby photos of me he has on hand into a flash drive so i can have em and oughhhhhhhh. i was literally like. a human person this whole time. i would go to war for her i would kill a man for him he was so snide and sarcastic for a literal nine year old but she deserves the world i have such strong mixed feeling because for a long time he felt like the adversary when in reality hes just me. also picture of really tiny baby me with cool sunglasses that made me snort. hell yeah cool baby

[dopaminerjic]

she was a boy, he was a girl, can i make it any more obvious

[catladythoughts]

I would like.. a puppy.

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