#he's a cis dude himself

[rainathrownaway]

I mean... look. We both know that there is no force in existence that will stop the willfully ignorant from ignoring canon nonbinary pronouns. They do it to Chara and Frisk, they do it to Kris, and they will just keep doing it no matter how blatant Toby is about using nonbinary pronouns. Like there’s not even the flimsy argument of “well obviously Kris is supposed to be a player insert” like there was with Chara and Frisk because the game blatantly tells you “you are not this character you created and named, you are Kris” and then has everyone in Kris’ life use they/them pronouns for them and yet still somehow they just don’t get it. And to be clear the argument was as strong as wet tissue for Chara and Frisk too. Undertale lets you *name* Chara but you don’t get to set pronouns for them, which would have been trivial if it were meant to be something that was up to the player. And it’s not a case of “Toby didn’t think about it” because once again people who know and care about them refer to them with they/them pronouns, which is not the sort of thing someone who “isn’t thinking about it” tends to default to. Frisk, on the other hand, is like Kris - they are not a player insert. They’re a totally separate character, and while there’s not a lot of pronoun usage around them, when it happens, they’re referred to with they/them. And yet still, somehow, people act like this is a fringe theory or a ludicrous reading of the material. Like if you want to headcanon their AGABs for whatever reason, that’s one thing, but their expressed gender, and the one that all of the people they care about and who care about them acknowledge, is non-binary.

toby fox needs to add like a bit of narration in deltarune abt kris like "they themmed they/themily down the stheirs" cus i cant go on seeing them constantly get he/himmed in yt comment sections

[feline-evil]

Dick or no dick confirmation Pickles was always going to be trans to me anyways; if he's swingin' somethin that's phallo babes, if he's not then his t-dick fat. What's not to get.

[sweet-potato-42]

kills me inside every time people accuse tubbo of being a tory despite the fact he never was

he has had shitty opinions but he wanst a tory

a tory is someone who supports the conservative party in the UK. Some people who don't know what it means decide to use it as just a bigot. Tories are bigots but not all bigots are tories

IN GENERAL a political party will have ideas regarding social stuff, economic stuff, foreign policy and more. You cant just randomly give someone a label based on their social opinions isnce htere are countless political movements with overlapping ideals

like if people want to (justifyingly) criticize some shit hes said in the past at least use correct terms and quote it properly

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

how much projection onto courtney is a normal amount, be honest

[scatterpatter]

Shoutout to Tundraman fr fr

My good bot how does it feel to be the most trans-coded robot in this entire series

[youjustgotlawyered]

When a boomer tries to privately email an insult about you but they accidentally hit reply all:

[kaotickrap]

You ever be so trans thelat you and the clit crew of your friend group be talking about periods and your cis guy friends almost join in?

[queernobi]

Whenever someone brings up the archaic discourse topic of "he/him lesbians," the defense of it is always something like "pronouns are a form of expression and may not represent someone's actual gender, just their presentation," which is true, but like.

I'm also totally okay with a guy calling himself a lesbian, if he's calling himself that in good faith. Who fucking cares.

[squiddlysquoo]

Just heard the news about the Murderbot tv show. I suppose the books will always be there !

[jack-owo-valentine]

transphobes can stay made bc like my god is guilty gear basically inherently queer

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

having a lot of inarticulate thoughts about pericles' genderousness this evening, in particular how i imagine/interpret his expression of it having changed over time, but they will not coalesce. when will my one brain cell for queer readings return from the war

[ifeelfreewithoutmyshoes]

It’s always interesting stumbling upon those people on the internet that are just so clearly wrong you don’t even want to argue

[godmodebeginswithlesbians]

you know how sometimes when talking to a cis dude about being lesbian he'll say smth like "oh so straight men can be lesbians then?"

well ive always been of the opinion that the answer to that question is yes. even if its a cis man. not just because he may turn out to be a trans woman or nonbinary or any other multitude of things- i think he should be able to call himself such even if he puts in all the work of examining his gender identity and comes up still cis. even if he doesnt so all that. like, if you feel your attraction to women is queer, then yeah, rock the lesbian label. sappho was likely what we would call bisexual today anyways

but then, maybe tumblr isnt ready for this post, given that people still gawk about bi lesbians and parrot radfem ideals with such hits as "lesbian seperatism can be fixed by being trans this time" "gold star lesbianism is fine, actually" "its transmisogynistic for trans men to say that they are opressed" "nonbinary men are actually just closeted trans women" and whatnot

[sacred-algae]

One of my favorite things about BG3 is that the main 7 so perfectly encapsulate how the average DnD party interacts with each other.

And not only that but you can tell a lot about what their players would be like!

Shadowheart was made by the edgy bisexual “good Christian girl” who’s discovering herself in college for the first time away from her family. She’s falling out of her faith and her friends are waiting for her to crack. She thinks playing DnD is so rebellious of her. She WILL become emo after this is over

Halsin was made by the secret nudist in attempts to live vicariously through his character but has now revealed ✨things✨ about himself, and is totally unaware of it but everybody else knows it and just love that he’s having a good time

Lae’zel was made by a dude (probably straight and cis) who just wants to play as a hot fantasy chick

Gale was made by the most nerdy autistic boy who just wants somebody to date. Anybody. He’s really not picky.

Wyll was probably made by a trans man with. Idk why but he was. He doesn’t even have trans vibes to me but his player does

Karlach was made by a lesbian with mommy issues who’s never played DnD before, didn’t know if she’d like it, but got dragged into it by her friends who “know she’ll like it” and they were 100% right (and she and Shadowheart’s player WILL end up dating)

And Astarion was made by a gay person who is infamous for torturing every single character they create. They kept his character under wraps during creation but then announced on the first day of the campaign that this would be their, quote, “magnum opus of fruity traumatized characters”

[swappermanent]

Gym Crush (Part 2)

Read Part 1 by @exploratorytfs.

It’s been a year and a half since the swap, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about how crazy it all was. You might be wondering—why would I trade the life I had? I mean, I had it pretty damn good.

Before all this, I was hot. Not just passable, but the kind of hot that turned heads. I had worked my ass off to look the way I did—hours at the gym, eating clean, all of it. And then there was Edgar. God, Edgar. This dude was a walking Greek statue: broad shoulders, a thick chest, veins for days. I mean, it wasn’t just the muscles; it was the way he carried himself. Confidence, swagger, like he knew he could get whatever he wanted. And yeah, I guess at the time, he was my boyfriend.

But even with all of that—being hot, dating a hunk like Edgar—I just couldn’t do it anymore.

You’re probably thinking I’m nuts. I mean, guys like Edgar don’t come around often, especially not for guys like me. Let’s be real, most dudes who look like him wouldn’t even give a trans guy like me the time of day. So, yeah, I was lucky. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. I should’ve been happy, but the truth is... I wasn’t.

Why? Well, Edgar. He wanted me to be this perfect, submissive, fem bottom. And look, I’ve got nothing against that. There are guys out there who rock that vibe, who own it, and good for them. That’s just not who I am.

I know, I know—saying this out loud would probably get me canceled in half the gay bars across the country. But I really am masc for masc. Always have been. I’m not saying it to be some sort of gatekeeper or anything; it’s just... that’s what I’ve always wanted for myself.

And it’s not just about who I’m attracted to—it’s about me, too. My whole life, I’ve been trying to prove I’m man enough. To the world. To other guys. Hell, even to myself.

Transitioning was the first step, obviously. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to look the part, you know? That’s why I inked myself up. And the gym was my second home, but even after countless hours of sweat and dedication, I could never quite bulk up. No matter how much protein I shoved down or how hard I lifted, my frame stayed twinky.

Don’t get me wrong—there were plenty of guys who loved me for it. I mean, twinks are kind of a whole thing, right? A lot of guys would’ve killed to look like I did, but that wasn’t the point. It didn’t feel like me. I didn’t just want to be a guy; I wanted to be a man. The kind of man Edgar was.

And Edgar... he didn’t see me that way. Sure, he’d call me hot, touch me like he couldn’t get enough, but then he’d taunt me. He’d weaponize my body. Every time he called me “pussy boy” or made some comment about how he was more of a man than I was, it chipped away at me. He might’ve thought it was playful, but to me it was cruel. And I couldn’t take it anymore.

Initially, I thought if I just stuck it out, maybe things would change. Maybe he’d see me differently, respect me more. He didn’t. My self-esteem tanked. I started dreading the time we spent together, and eventually, I just... stopped putting out.

And of course, that’s when things really fell apart. Edgar doesn’t do well with rejection—big shocker, right? So yeah, I wasn’t exactly surprised when Edgar came sliding back into my DMs after. But honestly, I wasn’t planning on responding. I’d already been down that road, and I’d told myself after the last time—no more.

Still, when I saw what he was pitching, I couldn’t help but be curious. Swapping bodies with a cis guy? At first, I rolled my eyes. Like, thats even possible. But the more I thought about it, the more curious I got.

The guy Edgar had in mind? Not exactly a stunner. When Edgar sent me his photo, I remember staring at it for way longer than I should’ve, trying to pick out anything redeeming. The dude was... average. A little too soft in the face, a little too plain. But, to be fair, there was some potential there. Barely.

His eyes were nice, though—kind of soulful, in a way that made you think he might be a good guy deep down. And the kicker? He was taller than me by a good 6  inches. That alone had my interest. But let’s not kid ourselves; the real selling point was the fact that he had a cock.

That was the dream, wasn’t it? My own cock. I’d spent years dealing with the disappointment of not being able to fully live out the life I wanted. Transitioning had given me so much, but this? This was the missing piece. In this kid’s body, I could finally live out the fantasy that had been sitting in the back of my mind for years.

I could be the top I’d always wanted to be. I could take guys home, pin them down, and breed them with my own cock and fill them with my own cum. No more strap-ons, no more awkward positioning—just me, fully in charge, giving them EVERY. SINGLE. INCH.

Maybe with a little muscle here, a little polish there, I could make it something great.

So I said yes.

I’m not gonna lie—the first year in this body wasn’t easy. Adjusting to a new frame, new habits, new... everything? Yeah, it was a grind. But if there’s one thing I’ve always had, it’s work ethic. Between that and this body’s naturally high testosterone��and okay, yeah, I might’ve dipped into some steroids here and there—I’d say I built myself up pretty damn good.

Look at me now. I run my own training service. I mean, it’s not like I’m the most skilled coach out there or anything. But honestly? That doesn’t seem to matter much. Guys line up for my programs, and we all know why. They don’t just want my advice—they want to look like me. I’m walking inspiration. Living proof that the dream is achievable, or at least that’s how they see it.

And man, the way people treat me now? Everyone’s calling me “bro” or “dude” every other sentence. Not that they didn’t before—I’ve always leaned into that vibe—but there’s something about hearing it now that hits different. Maybe it’s the weight of my cock swinging in my shorts as they say it. It’s like the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Everything just feels... right.

And the best part? This manhood of mine? Oh, it’s gotten around.

I mean, come on. Looking like this, how could it not? Guys want me. They crave me. They crave my fleshy, thick, no kidding, natural, beer can of a cock throbbing inside of them.They’ll do whatever it takes to get a night with me, and honestly, who could blame them?