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[selarina]

Gojo Satoru x Reader (Reader wears a bikini and a dress)

A/N: Sorry for the unannounced month-long break. I've been swamped with uni work and writer's block but here's a little vacation au that's kinda based on a true story... 🫠

The start of this summer has been less than perfect. The over-rushed booking, the forgotten essentials, the shared accommodations — it was all a bit too much in the beginning but you’ve succumbed to the flow as the days unfolded. 

It was a 15-day vacation, and on your fifth day, you feel like you are approaching a state of feeling content. It’s hard not to. You’re currently ensconced on the most luxuriously soft daybed by the pool, your feet idly stretching ever so often as you sip from your ever-flowing glass of Aperol spritz. This is admittedly nice.

But while you’re involved in your own sweet languor, you fail to notice a certain peculiar white-haired figure approaching the bunch of you. 

Gradually tip-toeing his way, closer and closer, much to your friend’s concern. But he finally manages to catch your attention, all with a punctuating soft grunt. 

You look up, a bit startled but mostly annoyed at the interruption. You sit up, just a little, to get a better view of the man.

“Can we help you?” You ask. 

He’s pretty, and pale. You wonder if he’s carrying enough sunscreen for the trip.

“Yeah, hi!” He smiled. A sort of disarming smile.

“Hi,” you smile back, almost involuntarily.

“Uh, I lost a bet with my friends back there,” he spoke up, pointing back to a small cluster of people on the opposite side of the pool. “And I’m here to— Oh, I’m sorry. The sun must be bothering you.”

He steps forward, shielding you from the harsh heat the sun was inflicting upon your face. 

You resisted a smile, but it was tethering just about.

He seemed juvenile — this white-haired boy. He’s tall. Perhaps too tall. And he had this boyish look about him. In the way he stood, and moved his arms. In his smile. You wonder if he’s always like this, or if it’s just a persona he’s adopting for this vacation. 

You say this only because you are. You’re not often like this — lounging about in the sun, dressed in a white bikini with sunglasses resting on your head, with a glass in hand. This kind of nonchalance, this relaxation — it didn’t come easy to you. But you indulge in it because you can, even if just for a short while.

"You were saying?" you prompt, after existing in the long silence of him just standing in front of you.

“Oh,” he grins sheepishly. “Yeah. Well, they bet me to ask you out.”

“Oh,” you say, a bit disappointed. “Well, do you need help playing along or something?”

“No,” he says, his eyes widening at how that may have sounded. “No, they bet me to ask you out because I think you’re pretty. I saw you back at dinner last night as well. And then I saw you today. And I liked— I think you’re pretty. I liked your red dress last night.”

Your cheeks flare, and you can’t use the sun as an excuse— not when this boy graciously offered to shield you from it. “Oh, thank you,” you muttered.

He just smiled back, and you felt it’s strange how you feel no nerves right now. The last time a boy asked you out, you had run out on him. You had only approached him a week later to accept him, but by then he had moved on to sticking his tongue down another girl’s throat, but that’s hardly the point here.

“Well, what do you have in mind?” You asked, ignoring the gasp from your friend beside you. 

This must be too shocking for her, and you admit you’re just as shocked as her. But this is barely real life, it’s vacation — a sort of liminal freedom that comes with it. 

“Well, there’s this masquerade ball thing that’s happening a few streets away,” he suggests eagerly. “Live music and all that—”

“I don’t know if that’s within my budget,” you say, candidly.

“Well, it’s kinda free,” he replies, and your eyes rise up in suspicion. 

“Well, for me,” he continues. “My mother’s hosting the event, so…”

Ah, you think then. He’s one of those boys.

You don’t say anything for a bit. Thinking over whether you wanted to indulge and involve yourself with such a crowd. With such a boy.

He seemed a bit worried in your silence, so he spoke up. “But if that’s not up to your speed, I can—”

"No," you interjected, your decision swift and unwavering. "I like it. I’d love to join you."

At the sound of that he grins, a bit too widely in your opinion, but it has an endearing quality to it so you mirror his grin. 

“Fantastic!” He says, “I'll get the masks. And I’ll pick you up. It’s at 7. Ish.”

“I’ll meet you out by the reception then,” you confirm. 

A few seconds pass, and you watch as he still stands in front of you. “So, are you going to stand there until the sun sets or something?”

“Yep,” he nods. “I can do that. Well— No, I have a thing in an hour but I’ll ask my friend to take over. Don’t worry,” he shakes his head.

You chuckled in response. “Well, we were going to head back in in a bit anyway. So, I’m sure I can manage the sun till then.”

“You sure about that?” he grins.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you affirm with a wider grin.

“Okay. I’ll see you,” he waved. “At 7.”

[cookiejarwrites]

Fake Date | Part One

pairing: tim drake / red robin x fem!reader

words: 1k

a/n: Hey this is my first official post on this account so it’s kinda short. Credit to the Tim Drake A.I bot created by Fairybaby for the story idea and inspo. Sorry if he’s a little out of character. This is my first time writing for him but I tried my best. There will eventually be smut in the later chapters so pre warning there. xoxo! 💋

(aka Tim asks you to be his fake date)

Tim nearly drops to his knees, begging you, “Just one more time. I know I said that last time, but I swear. Please be my date to Bruce’s charity event. I’ll never harass you about it again. Pinky Promise.”

He holds out his pinky thumb, the gesture almost comical. He looks at you with his best puppy dog eyes, eyes wide and shimmering. The look tugs at something deep inside you. You’d long since learned that those stupid puppy eyes were a weakness of yours. You two were long time friends, originally meeting in school and instantly hitting it off. He has since entrusted you with his secret as the Red Robin, so obviously he trusted you to be his fake girlfriend for Bruce’s parties.

“Ugh, fine, but you owe me, Drake,” you finally grumble, rolling your eyes. As soon as the words leave your lips his face lights up like a Christmas tree. Before you can even get another word in he’s pulling you into a tight embrace. You feel your feet leave the ground as he lifts you, his strong arms roping themselves around your waist.

“Thank you sooo much Y/N” he says, sounding overly affectionate. He gives you a few quick squeezes before setting you down again.

“That’s what friends are for, right?” You roll your eyes again, but a small smile tugs at your lips. He grins back, ruffling your hair.

“For sure. And I’m eternally grateful to have a friend as wonderful as you.” You swat his hand in annoyance, but the warmth growing in your chest is undeniable.

“Obviously, who else would put up with your annoying ass?” You shoot back. He laughs, shaking his head with a playful smirk.

“You love it,” he teases. “You’re so tiny compared to me. I could just scoop you up and keep you in my pocket,” he cooes at you.. You scowl back at him in response.

“Not as small as your dick,” I stick my tongue out playfully.

His smirk falls into mock offense “Why, how you wound me,” He says dramatically before grabbing you around the waist and tossing you over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down you asshole!” you holler, struggling for a bit before giving up and going limp in his arms. He shifts you to get a better hold, then finally sets you down. He grins at your annoyed expression, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

“You’re adorable when you’re mad,” he teases, patting your head.

“I’m not adorable,” you grumble, crossing your arms infront of your chest with a huff.

“Oh, but you are,” he grins, “Admit it, you secretly love it when I pick you up.”

“Enjoy it my ass,” you retort.

“Grumble all you want, I know you love me.” He shrugs with a boyish grin that makes it hard to stay annoyed.

Only in your dreams bird boy.” I reply. He lets out a hearty laugh, his smirk widening.

“My dreams, huh?” he says, his tired eyes gleaming with mischief. He takes a step closer to you again. “You’d be surprised how often you pop up in those.” His arms snake around your waist again, tugging you flush against him. A wave of heat washes over you, cheeks reddening in response.

“Keep it to yourself,” I mutter, turning to hide my flushed face. You clear your throat in an attempt to regain composure. “What time is the party?”

“Tonight. It starts at 7, and I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Got it,” I nod, “ now I gotta figure out what the hell I’m gonna wear.” He laughs and ruffles your hair again, clearly enjoying your grumpy demeanor.

“Good luck,” he teases lightly. “Need me to help you pick out a dress?”

“Knowing you, I’d probably end up looking like a clown.” I remark with a chuckle. He feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart as if he’d been stabbed.

“Ouch, Y/N. I’m hurt you’d say such a thing. Have I ever steered you wrong?

“No, but only ‘cause I’ve never listened to your sleep-deprived advice.” I counter with a self satisfied smirk. He shakes his head slightly at my comment on his sleep.

“You’re so stubborn,” he chides, pinching your cheek like a grandma excited to see her grandkid. “One of these days you’ll take my advice, and when that day comes, I’ll rub it in your face so much you’ll have to beg me to shut up.” you push his hands away, grabbing his cheeks and pinching them just as he had done to you.

“The day I take your advice is the day I’ve officially lost my mind.” He snickers, the sound muffled slightly by your grip on his cheeks.

“Okay, timeout. Seriously, my cheeks are gonna start bleeding if you keep squeezing them like that.” You release his face and pat him on the head. He rubs his cheeks, mock-pouting as he looks at you. “That was unnecessary.” he complains before he glances up at the clock on the wall, his expression seeming to turn a bit more serious. “I’d better get going. I’ve gotta finish Bruce out with a case. I’ll pick you up at six,” he gives you a sly smirk, “and I can’t wait to see what you’ll be wearing.”

“It’ll be better than whatever you would have picked out.” You say, turning to open the door of your apartment for him. He chuckles slightly as he exits the room, shaking his head in amusement. “See ya later, Y/N.”

“Bye birdie!” You call out just as the door clicks shut behind him. You head towards your bedroom, preparing to rummage your closet for something suitable to wear. The familiar sensation of giddiness forms in your stomach at the thought of the upcoming events. You never really did enjoy Bruce’s fancy banquets and events, too many rich folks who couldn’t give less of a shit what you had to say. However, a small part of you did slightly enjoy the concept of pretending to be Tim’s girlfriend, even if just for the night. This wouldn’t be the first time you two did it. Of course you’d never admit your growing liking to the act. Deny, deny, deny.

[enden-k]

remembering about trans!haitham headcanon, do you have any ideas you could share about it? (if that doesn't bother you) maybe about if his grandmother ever knew it, or if kaveh even knew alhaitham before the transition. maybe kaveh knows haitham's deadname? maybe kaveh actually helped haitham in his journey to affirm his gender? thinking about this makes me excited to do a fanfic about this AAAAAAAA-

ofc, i have quite a few (transhaitham just means a lot to me hhhsjdjk)

i like to imagine that his grandma knew and her love, care and support remained unchanged; all she wanted is for him to be content and comfortable, teaching him all that. she def helped him here and there; like seeing how he was bothered by his longer hair so she proposed to cut it short and seeing how his eyes lit up in his usual neutral face when he saw his reflection was prob one of her fav memories of little haitham. not only getting rid of the bothersome weight and heat of annoying hair but also seeing how he looked more boyish pleased him a lot (not that short hair = strictly masculine etc. you know what i mean there)

(dysphoria is not "required" or smth every trans person experience(d), saying this right away (and also as a note to anyone actually unaware of this) - he def didnt experience it, just felt sometimes a bit bothered by some stuff) he just simply knew who he is and wanted to find more comfort with himself by aligning his physical appearance more with his feeling and identity (by transitioning)

(idk if i explain it well in english what i want to say. also def projected there)

so, kaveh and haitham def knew each other in the early stages; when haithams grandma passed away, he attempted to cut his own hair (usually his grandma did) and it turned out cutely shaggy and sloppy (not that it bothered him much, as long as it doesnt look too awful to him) kaveh couldnt take it tho and in a quiet homoerotic charged moment took it on himself to do it right and save it. haitham already went by his name there but if someone knows of his deadname other than his grandma back then, its def only kaveh as his closest friend

years after their falling out, when they meet again in the tavern it nearly had kavehs eyes bulging out when he recognized the person seating down next to him as haitham - so much broader and bulkier than he used to be (back then he was already working out a little just to stay fit and healthy and gain more muscle, but still much slimmer in early stages of t. but now? def could snap kaveh in half and he wouldnt mind at all), his voice deep but still that same aggravatingly confident tone---

(i just love the image of kaveh always being so attracted to haitham and haitham alone, always loving him in every way, for being himself just like haitham loving him in every way, always and without a break despite their falling out)

this is turning more into me being sappy about them than transhaitham thoughts LMFAO SORRY anyway i think kaveh helped haitham a lot with things like cutting his hair properly short or picking clothes (mostly bc he liked dressing haitham since he deems his tastes as awful) or showing him how to shave when he first grew facial hair, all that kinda stuff

[okkalo]

What about a request of Mikey confessing to his crush in the aftermath of Kanto Incident?

hi anon! this was my first time writing mikey,, hope i did him right,, also sorry for the wait!! i kept doubting everything i wrote and kinda restarted lolz…anyways! hope u enjoy!! <3

i tried not to include spoilers so this should be safe for readers who haven’t gotten to the kanto incident yet!!

mikey x gn! reader

“y/n, you came.” mikey’s voice made you turn your attention back towards him. he was dressed in his usual comfy attire with his hair half up, nothing out of the sorts by the sight but it still felt off. perhaps it was because of the time apart from him.

“mikey, hi,” you greeted with a smile, one that paired so perfectly with the afternoon wind that he’d be a fool not to adore. he walked up to you, sitting down next to you in such casual light, almost as if you two were never apart. despite his easiness, you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous—something mikey was quick to catch onto.

he moves his upper body so that his shoulder collides with yours, nudging you slightly to the side. your narrowed eyes that were quick to point at him only made him smile.

“what was that for?”

of course, he just shrugs, playing innocent, “whoops.”

you can’t help but scoff, sending your shoulder into his to give him a harder nudge. mikey only giggles at it, unaffected. if anything, he’s happy you loosened up, reminding him of the person he fell for.

“you’re such a child, mikey,” you sighed, but you couldn’t help but let your eyes catch onto his boyish giggles for a moment longer. something in you swirled at the sight, it was no secret that you missed him.

“stop lookin’ at me like that, i’d think you have a crush on me or somethin’,” he mumbled, his hand giving your thigh a nudge as he looked forward to the scenery. while he acted nonchalant, you panicked on the inside, your widened eyes giving it away. did he know?

“who said i have a crush on you?” you hastily asked, trying to play it off.

“really, you don’t?” he suddenly shot his head towards you, his eyes widened in surprise. “i thought you liked me back,” he mumbled, as if they were the easiest words to say in the world.

“i never—wait what?” you immediately paused in your words to look over to him now, cheeks slightly pink as you two looked at each other with the same widened eyes. “you like me?”

“i like you a lot,” he confessed, his eyes relaxing only to narrow, now scanning you. “you don’t like me back?”

well, that was unexpected.

“no! i do!” you immediately correct him, now feeling foolish as you were hard contradicting yourself. mikey, confused even further, just stared at you, mouth agape as he tried to read you. just as he was about to break the silence, his stomach instead took the honors of voicing how hungry it was.

“you’re hungry? of course, you’re hungry, you’re mikey—let’s go eat,” your speedy words only gave away how flustered you were at the situation. before you could go too far, however, he was quick to pull you by your wrist back down to him, your faces just inches from the other.

“can i do this?” he asked in a muttered voice, his eyes indicating exactly what he meant as he looked at your lips.

and god, if only he knew what that did to your stomach, which was swirling with butterflies. still, your eyes meeting his, you could only give a small nod, not trusting your words to do the rest.

he was quick to move in, one hand on your cheek as his lips slid against yours. he was surprisingly gentle, against all things you knew about mikey, his kiss was gentle and short. he greeted you once again with a smile as both of your eyes fluttered open to meet each other once more.

he opened his mouth to say something, though his stomach was quick to cut in once again, groaning. you couldn’t help but giggle, the moment already making your heart pace with excitement. he only gave a soft chuckle, his hand reaching out to nudge your arm.

“let's get something to eat first, i’m hungry,” he spoke softly as he moved to stand up, his hand immediately reaching down to help you stand. “then let’s talk.”

unedited. thanks for reading!

[memory-and-sky]

hi I loved your dysphoria fic and I wanted to request a ftm coming out to hobie fic? Maybe somewhere pretty like a fair or a spiderman classic tall building?

yes!!! i love writing ftm fics! thank you so so much anonnnn :3 hoping you enjoy!!

word count: 666 (how cool!)

containing: swearing, mention of dysphoria, reader is transmasc, use of ‘girl’ to address reader (once), crying, a little emotional i will admit! also a little corny but as is life

the rest of the fic is under the cut!

coming out (finally).

hobie x ftm!reader

It had been a long day without Hobie.

He’s the only one that you really trusted, really loved, and the only one who really cared for you in return. He… yeah, he loved you.

Those words were heavy on your mind as you paced the streets of Camden, trying to calm yourself down before going back on Hobie’s houseboat where you knew he’d be waiting. You were currently wearing Hobie’s tattered shirt, jacket, and jeans.

He probably wondered why you were always stealing his stuff, too.

Well…

Putting it simply, you hated being a girl. You couldn’t dress like one without crying uncontrollably. You hated it more than anything ever.

That’s why you’d been favouring Hobie’s clothes over your own recently.

Also why your back hurt incessantly. All the slouching in an attempt to hide your chest did a number on you.

You weren’t a girl. You knew this. Have for a while, but subsided it because of the world you lived in. And other shit that was happening. It was too much.

You didn’t know how Hobie felt about trans people. He was gay, but that’s… different.

As you came up on the dock Hobie’s houseboat was at, where you had been staying, your heartbeat increased.

Fuck.

Could you even do this?

You had to. You promised yourself. And Hobie… Hobie’s not the type of person to hate someone like that. Not for who they are, and what they cannot change.

You walked over to Hobie’s houseboat, and climbed on. Was he even home yet?

You looked in the bedroom, under the deck, and he was sleeping. Climbing the stairs down, you went to go gently wake him up.

“Whuh…” Hobie rubbed his eyes as you shook him awake. “Oh, mornin’, pre’y girl,”

You shuddered at the use of ‘girl’, not in a good way at all.

“It’s evening. Can I…um… well, I just have somethin’ to talk with you… about.”

“Do I gotta get up?” He mumbled.

“Yes. Please?”

Hobie sat up, slid his slippers onto his feet, and then went upstairs with you, onto the deck.

You looked out at the setting sun, casting orange lighting on you both.

It was beautiful. As stupid as it might sound, it gave you a bit of confidence.

Like you had to do it now. It was so pretty, how could you not?

“Hobie, you… you’d accept me no matter what I told ya, yeah?”

He nodded without hesitation. “Barely anyfing you could tell me t’ make me hate ya, love,”

You avoided his gaze. Jesus, you were terrified.

“So, you know how I’ve cut my hair kinda short, and I’ve been stealing your boyish clothes…” You took a shaky deep breath. “I… I’m not a girl. I’m a boy. I’ve decided I want to go by (y/n) and use he and him or whatever. I wanna be recognized as a guy.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, and clenched your fists in anticipation.

“Oh… oh, han’some…” You opened your eyes to a big grin on Hobie’s gorgeous features, as he brought up a calloused hand to gently cradle your face. “I’ll do anyfing t’ help ya, aight? Anyfing, I promise. I’ll cut yer hair if ya want, I’ll help ya with getting new clothes, I accept ya, ‘kay? Even if you gotta change yer identity a million times ova’, I’ll support ya through all of it.”

You felt like crying out of happiness, and as tears sprang to your eyes, you hugged Hobie tightly, held him like he was going to disappear at any moment.

“T-thank you, Hobie…” You cried into his shirt that he had sewn himself.

You sobbed as Hobie pressed kisses onto the top of your head, rubbing your back gently at the same time.

“Of course, mate. ‘n I’m sorry fo’ callin’ you a girl, hope you can forgive me, swee’ ting.”

“I—I can. Y-you didn’t know, it’s not… on you,” You sniffled.

Whatever happens next, you were glad you did this when you did.

You loved Hobie, and he loved you, so… that’s all that mattered to you. You’d make it through together.

[sorry for the shortness of this, everyone! hope u still liked♥️]

[thatradfailure]

Genderbent mercs. If you even care.

Notes about them under the cut because I put way too much thought into one off designs (even though Sniper and Scout technically aren't one off because I drew them before, came back, didn't like the designs, and decided to do an entire revamp and include three of their pals)

Sniper: Since she's a woman in a hypermasculine society (Australia) she probably grew up with extra pressure to also be hypermasculine, but failed a little extra hard because she's Woman. So, I gave her a lot of teeth jewelry for the intimidation factor they provide, as well as boots instead of regular shoes. I also gave her claw nails so that she can be perceived as extra dangerous. Otherwise, her short hair isn't necessarily a style she likes, but one she feels pressured to have to look more masculine and thus fit in better. I like the idea of fem!Sniper with braids tbh but couldn't see it fitting here.

Scout: Basically, she's both proud and insecure of her femininity. She dresses cute, she has cute stickers, and she constantly rubs it in people's face that they're being beat by a girl. But to be taken more seriously, she also masculinizes herself. Not her love of sports, that's natural, but she acts more boyish and speaks deeper than her natural register. Her young looks and immature attitude probably get her infantilized moreso than canon Scout, much to her great annoyance, which makes her double down on her boyish traits.

Medic: Honestly nothing too major to note. It was just important to me to get across that she's just as willing to sew a baboon uterus into a man as canon Medic is. Added a skirt because Medic is a prime and proper kinda guy, and heels because I think she deserves the intimidation factor.

Spy: Much like Medic, nothing too major to note. However, I think it's fairly evident that she looks the least like her canon character than the others. This is because men's and women's fashion is so different. She's also BLU in a RED lineup because I thought it'd be funny.

Engineer: Unlike the others, I actually based her design on concept art (the post I referenced specifically being here: https://www.tumblr.com/renposter/730118522655686656/official-gender-swapped-versions-of-the-tf2-roster?source=share). Specifically, the Rosie Rivets-esk hair for some of the fem!Heavy concepts, and the boots from one of the actual fem!Engineer concepts. I also included two little details- one is that her sleeve for her right arm is down, tucked into the glove. This is an allusion to her prosthetic hand, since a lot of people tend to have (needlessly) harsh beauty opinions about that, and beauty standards on women are. Especially harsh in the little details. Not to say they aren't harsh on men (I am so sorry you all are expected to look like Greek statues) but this post ain't about that. The second detail is the addition of the Teddy Roosevelt cosmetic, which is like a little good luck charm to her! There's no real reason, I just thought it'd look cute. Oh, and also she's about to bash Spy in with her wrench. Because she's the only one that's noticed. Unless Sniper knows but has stayed quiet about it because I'm a SniperSpy shipper-

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey Cas, so I don't really know how this works, but I really to get things out so I thought maybe this would help? I don't know, I'm sorry, I hope I'm not being a burden or anything, feel free to ignore this if you want

So, a little context, I'm a minor (younger end of teen) and I currently live in a country different than my own and don't speak the language well (I can only say basic things like please, thank you, etc) so getting help from public/government service thingies aren't really an option.

I am a girl, at least to everyone and everything else? Okay, I really don't know how to phrase this, like, afab, except I'm not trans, or am I? ??? Very lost in the gender section of life, am I a boy? Like, I used to like or at least not mind skirts and dresses, and now if I absolutely have to wear them I will, but I don't enjoy wearing them? And sometimes I do wear fancy dresses for fancy things, and I want to look pretty in the feminine sense, but not in the way of oh, I want to be this but more like oh, I want this doll to look pretty kind of way except I'm the doll? I kind of wish I was born a boy (even not for gender stuff but my grandparents are kind of sexist? Like my maternal ones are better but my paternal ones secretly really wish I was born a boy? And really it would've made life a lot easier) and I hate my boobs and I wish they would just go away and I'd have a flat chest again. It's not like I throw up or get nauseous or anything from well, being a girl, but I kind of don't want to? But if I have to do so for the rest of my life I would tolerate it? And when I was like a kid I was never like oh, I'm a boy I'm a boy (I did go through a phase where I wanted to pee standing up like a boy but that was a weird phase and we don't talk about that). I also have long-ish hair and I kind of want to cut it all off to be super short and well, boyish, but I can never really bring myself to do it because that'd be too much of a change for everyone else and I have bad memories of being made to cut my hair short in a way I didn't want.

Even if I was trans, I can't transition or at least, I don't think I'm brave enough to. The country I live in is supportive, and I do have citizenship in a country that is supportive, but I also have citizenship in one that is not and that's sort of a problem. My family (both my parents and extended, no siblings) is also a problem because they're kinda conservative, not like send your gay kid to conversion camp and kick them out conservative but like it's wrong conservative (mostly for trans people, being in a more open minded country has made them start to slightly tolerate the gays - shh, don't tell them I'm bi) and I feel like if I told them it would just change things and while they're not especially good now, they're not bad either and I want it to stay that way. There's also legal stuff like birth certificate (was born in different country than country I am in now and places I have citizenship in), account changes, and other personal stuff

I don't really match what people say dysphoria is like, and I feel like if I am trans I'm like a poser and I don't really know what to do and while my friends would be supportive I don't know how to tell them, and I know that because I have a rather large friend group it'll inevitably get out to the whole school and I don't want to be that kid

So yeah, sorry for dumping all the gender problems my sorry ass has on you, and again, if you want to ignore this you can definitely do so, I won't be upset or anything

Hi hon!

Okay, two things: First, you're getting WAY ahead of yourself, here. One step at a time. You're not sure about anything yet, so let's figure it out first, okay? Take some time, do some research and self-reflection, maybe find a few trusted people and try out some pronouns, some different ways of expressing your gender, explore a bit!

Second, if you do come to the conclusion you're trans, you don't HAVE to do anything. The only thing you have to do is whatever you're comfortable with. There's no pressure <3

Last, being trans is different for everyone. Dysphoria, needs, preferences...it varies. If you feel trans, you're not faking it.

Like I said: take some breaths and take some time. Do some research- look into trans creators who talk about being trans, and see if you can relate. Find reliable sources that talk about it. See if your feelings are reflected in those things you find. And remember that there's no pressure to label yourself or make any decisions <3

And you are NOT a burden.

Sending love!

Naming you context anon!

[darkfictionjude]

For EC i'm playing a tomboy Luce mafia princess that isn't everything they seem since when Dante kidnaps them he's gonna have a big surprise when she lunges at him and end up having a brawl beating the shit out of eachother.

My Luce can get down with the boys due to them getting confused with my Luce looking like a boy (because they dress boyish and have short hair) she kinda looks like Bazett Fraga McRemitz in her style.

Hahaha yeah Luce doesn’t know how to fight 😭 when I say you can hit the mfer I mean yeah the type of hits when you’re trying to defend yourself and you go insane like slapping and punching and biting but like the actual skill to fight? Luce wouldn’t last a round 😭 like they’re a rich spoiled kid in their early 20s they don’t know shit 😭

Like imagine the opulence and defenceless of a WASP family, that’s Luce. Crowny has better fighting skills and that’s saying something 😭 all those fights with those other patients at the hospital worked to at least withstand pain from receiving and giving

[struwberrii]

Hii! How ya doin?? I hope ur sleeping well and drinking lot’s of water! 💕

1) Romantic please

2) she/ her + male

3) terushima and hoshiumi

4) I look for people who can tolerate kids, can listen when I can’t stop running my mouth, and someone who can be gentle with me. I’m lowk very sensitive.

5) I’m kinda loud and energetic, I’m pretty competitive, and I’m super good with kids.

6) I love to learn about astronomy by reading, I’m also a soccer player, I draw for fun, and I love to be around people.

7) Quality time. I love to be around people and interacting. I also do words of affirmations from assurance to compliments.

8) My dream date is probably to go somewhere like the planetarium or aquarium and after we would probably eat.

9) I’m streetwear/baggy clothes type of person. I can dress a little “boyish” from time to time. I can also switch to the Shoju aesthetic. I have an eyebrow slit, my eyes are brown, my hair is short and dark brown.

10) ENFJ

match up: sugawara koushi ✧˖°.

i think u may have seen this one coming 😭

sugawara is the definition of chaotic good. like he is literally so sweet and caring to everyone on the karasuno team while he’s in high school that everyone (the fanbase) literally calls him the mother of karasuno. he’s very calm when he needs to be and shows lots of maturity but also has a sense of humor and a chaotic side.

is literally a mother of like 11 at the age of 18 and he becomes a teacher in the time skip so there’s no doubt that he’s good with kids :3

i can also see sugas giving love language being words of affirmation, he has a way of lifting those around him up and bringing out the best in people. i can also see him knowing exactly how to bring those around him up, like he knows what you need to hear when you’re in a funk

also imagine going with him and his students on a field trip to the aquarium, so cute

suga is definitely the type of guy who can match your energy, he can be very energetic but also calm if you need him to be. like he’s probably very emotionally intelligent and knows how to read the room yk?

he’s def the sweetest boyfriend ever

[natsmagi]

YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU!!!! YOU GET IT WITH TETORA!!! listen hear me out hear me out even tho i know we mostly talk about natsu and tsutsu here but i def thing tetora would be rocking short hair just to grow it out at some point in the story. her character arc is trying so hard to wanna have masculine-esque swag to just going "fuck it man. long hair time" to rep her fellow long hair butchs out there because i can so easily picture tetora having the style she has in the "beasts" gacha story in femstars. and maybe rotate between having them in cute pigtails to having them down.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

YESSSSSSS THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE!!!! LIKE IDK tetora doesnt strike me as the type who'd think she needs to have short hair in order to be masculine ?? maybe in the beginning she did, and maybe she tried to mirror kuros haircut specifically, but overtime she was like you know what. i kinda wanna experiment with this

i DO still want her to lean heavily into being very boyish BUT PART OF ME JUST CANT SHAKE THE FEELING THAT SHE'D GROW HER HAIR OUT AND ADORE IT!!! AND I ALSO THINK IT WOULD BE SUPER CUTE!!! femstars tetora still acting and dressing like a typical Boy but now she has her beasts hairstyle!! IDK I JUST LOVE THE VISION SO MUCH YKNOW ????

[seeminglyseph]

One day period fashion that was made to imply shapelessness will be depicted in fiction as actually shapeless rather than altered to be as sexually hourglass and feminine as popular.

Shoutout to flappers who were binding their chests and hips and had dresses that hung straight down and were meant to emphasize a “boyish or youthful figure” and most people in modern times associate them with cleavage and showgirl hips.

I’m not even shitting on people who want fit and flare looks, it’s just that they tend to be associated with period styles antithetical to that look. Flappers specifically didn’t do curves, they chopped off their hair and wore short shapeless dresses with a lot of decoration and glamorous fun hats. They were a rebellious “our kind of sexy” that honestly a lot of old fashion men thought “wasn’t very sexy at all” because they just looked like boys or children or “like they weren’t doing it for male attention”

Which, you know, they kinda weren’t. They were having a revolution of fashion for themselves which was a little controversial because part of it was a handful of new money young women playing at revolution as the world began to burn around them (it was the Roaring 20s! What could ever happen in 1929 that could possibly stop the party?) I know Zelda Fitzgerald has an excellent essay on the Flapper that I read when I was researching and writing about The Great Gatsby for Uni once, which is largely what made me care about the subject, and I’m not sure where to find that essay now. But it’s worth a read if you’re interested in the subject from one of the most influential flappers of the time. And understanding why it’s a shame there’s so much misunderstanding both of what it all means and like, reading Zelda’s writing is cool because it does lend a lot of context and understanding to a lot of things including F Scott Fitzgerald because most of his writing was copied from her or her observations. Womp womp.

[angels--trumpet]

Repost from the bird app that is incredibly self-indulgent

Flat girl Yuji because their ain't no love for em so I gotta make my own damn food

Goyuu, SFW

Fem 🐯 who's always been rather tall and muscular for a girl and decided that she was way too boyish to be one, so she started dressing up like a boy and made her voice pretty mellow.

Cue eating 👅 finger and 👅 ripping off 🐯 shirt and then realizing.

On wait, this person has boobs. Small af, and barely there but boobs none the less. So that distracts him cause he's looking down, trying to make sense of what happened for a second before being shoved back down by 🐯 who is embarrassed as hell and trying to hide away from 🐺

So that goes a bit differently, anyway

Insert 5️⃣ who just thinks 🐯 prefers to dress boyish and is possibly Trans but has a talk with her and finds out that 🐯 really likes girly things but never felt like she was feminine enough to dress that way, so 5️⃣ changes up 🐯 uniform, starts calling her cute nicknames, tells her she would look cute in certain outfits basicly just encouraging her to be feminin dispute her previous thoughts that she was too masculine to be a lady.

Eventually, 5️⃣ wins and 🐯 starts dressing how they want and not retricting themselves to a single view of femininity

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The fem 🐯 in my head basicly still looks the same they just have a bit more feminine features, there lips are a bit thicker, lashes a bit longer face just a tad more delicate, they they got that snatched waist and a strong legs that look like they can kill you with a single kick :>

But overall, they look pretty much the same as they do in the series.

Their hair is cut short till they meet 5️⃣ who encourages her to grow It long so he can style it for her

🌹 teaching 🐯 make up and taking them out shopping for clothes with 5️⃣ tagging along as there wallet and donkey (he doesn't really mind just happy to see 🐯 open up to things she likes)

He of course also adds his own two cents here and there (he knows how to look good) and 🌹 learns that 5️⃣ is kind of a great shopping companion

Extra bits

Fem 🐯 whos not considered a "pretty girl" by society standards being hit on by 5️⃣

🐯:"I mean, I'm kinda of bulky, and I don't have any boobs...won't sensei prefer a feminin girl instead?"

5️⃣: "My type are muscular girls who are shorter than me"

🐯: "Everyone is shorter than you sensei."

5️⃣: *dying inside* "You're missing the point!"

[channwie]

shinji hirako. . . . the one with the hairspray 𖥔 ݁ ˖

“your hair—”

“it's been a week already,” shinji yawns, stretching his arms out, the other skillfully looping around your shoulder, pulling you closer into him where you both lay on a blanket in the fifth division's grounds. “ya still ain't over the fact it's short now?”

you pause, wondering if you should berate him for him lame flirting tactics. you digress. “no, it's not that.” you counter, head leaning sideways to use his shoulder as a makeshift pillow.

“i think your short hair is nice, it's different— but it's you.” he grins, baring his teeth. and you fear you've stroked his ego a bit too much. “oh? this kinda style is pretty popular with human girls—”

“did you use something in your hair?”

shinji hirako, bless his soul, leans his head down to get a good look at you, and he swears he's hearing doubles.

“did i use something—” he repeats, words faltering halfway through as he laughs, right in your face, and you smack his chest, embarrassed. “you tryin to impress someone? 's that why you're askin?”

you roll your eyes so far back in your head, they might not come back. “im just asking! out of curiosity!” it's his turn to roll his eyes. not without getting scoffed at by you for having such a child as a boyfriend.

“it's just hairspray, nothin' important.” he mumbles, his face buried in the crook of your neck, a kiss to your jugular. the soft strands of his blonde tresses tickle the tip of your nose — and there's a sweet smell, one you still don't recognize from him.

“did you use something different then?” you ask, threading an index and middle finger through the blonde strands, it's oily — but not too oily. soft, just like you remember. but there's just something you can't quite place. something foreign. “i don't know, it just...”

“just some hairspray, told you.” the tips of shinji's ears are tinged rosy, and he squeezes his eyes shut, hiding away in your neck. “somethin' i picked up a few days ago, 's nothing.”

you can't help the smile that spreads on your face. “it's nothing, huh?”

he lifts his head to meet your eyes, your smile making his smile even wider. something about him right now is so boyish, innocent. “thought i'd try somethin' new tonight.” it's been a while since you've had him like this, in your arms, just in a moment, with no other worries.

a century is far too long.

“i like it — you should use it again.” shinji hirako loves putting time and effort into himself. he likes looking good, and feeling good. “yeah?”

he'd never say it out loud unless provoked, but he likes getting all dressed up for you — “i'll use it next time we go out.”

even if his version of getting all dolled up for you is a new can of hairspray.

[ayuna-petals]

MISS.MARY

Sorry if this is bad, this is my very first story so i will try my best to make it as good as possible.OC'S BEING USED:

Priya: 12 y/o,she/her, Short wavy black hair, pale skin, yellow/ golden eyes. Blue shirt with devil print, black and white striped shirt underneath, blue skirt, black and white socks, black shoes.boney skinny.

Abby: 12 y/o, she/her, Long straight blond hair, light brown skin, blue eyes. Pink crop top short sweater , blue ripped jeens, green frog hair clips, yellow & blue mismatch socks, purple shoes.chubby.

Kevyn: 11 y/o, he/him, Undercut straight short black & dark brown hair, tanish paleish skin, dark brown eyes. A little oversized black hoodie with red at the ends, black jeans, black short socks, black shoes.a little bit chubby.

Irene: 13 y/o, they/them, Short length straightish & wavyish flffy at the ends boyish haircut red hair, white & pinkish skin, black eyes (or just really dark brown eyes). Blue sweater, black jeans, black short socks that show their ankles, black shoes.skinny

(Y/N): 11 y/o, y/p, y/h/c & h/l, y/s/c, y/e/c. Your choice. B/t.

Miss.Mary: 43 y/o, she/her, medium wavy brown hair, pale & kinda wrinkly skin (but not to much) dark green eyes. Black dress with a gray flower pattern on it, black heels.skinny.

Axel: 12 y/o, he/him, straight white hair, very very pale, blue eyes. Dark blue shirt, dark blue shorts, black shoes, has bandages all for him. Boney skinny.

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: Gore, violence, short story, (Y/N)!

Summary: you and your friends are playing uno but decide that you guys are now bored of it an ask your friends mom to go and play outside then while playing tag one of your friends go a bit to far away from you guys then you guys hear a shriek from in the distance and then you and your other friends decide to go and check it out then see you guyss friend on the ground/floor amd then see miss.merry lying on the floor dead with a strange boy with white hair looming over her.

Abby sighed while saying "uno", "Guys im bored, staying inside feels like being in a prison, can we like go outside or something?" Abby said in a whiney voice, "Sure ill ask my mom if we can go outside today." Kevyn said in a bored tone and walked over to the kitchen were his mom was. Kevyn's mom was in the kitchen cooking us hamburgers for lunch, Kevyn tapped his momther on her arm, "Hey mom can me and my friends go outside today?", Mrs.Garcia looked over at her son and smiled. "Ofcourse Kevyn just go in the backyard, it has more space back threre, and also stay close to the house, it can be dangerous if you go to close to the woods.", "Ok mom, i promise ill stay close to the house." Kevyn said while smiling back at his mother, his mother leaned down and gave Kevyn a kiss to his forehead, "Now go on sweetheart go and play with your friends, have fun!", Kevyn nodded his head and walked back over to the living room, to tell his friends the good news. "Hey guys! My mom said that we can go outside but just to not go to far away from the house." "YAY!" we all said in unison, and then ran outside to go and play.

You guys decided to play tag over hide n seek and duck duck goose. "Tag! Your it!" Said Irene they tagged Priya, Priya you were to the left of Priya, and the closest so Priya ran at you and tagged you, "Tag! Your it now (Y/N)!" She laughed. Kevyn was right beside you so you quickly tagged him and then ran away, "Tag! Your it!" And as Kevyn was aboug to tag abby, Miss.Mary, Kevyn's neighbor walked out of her back door, "Hey Kids!", Miss.Mary said "Hi Miss.Mary!" You all said in unsion.

Its been about 30 minutes of you guys playing tag outside, when your friend Irene ran a bit to far away from the house, and a bit to close to the woods. Irene was very fast and tall and so none of you guys could keep up with her long legs. You guys were far behind from Irene, but you guys could still see and kinda hear her, once you guys made it to her you all froze. Lying there on the ground was Miss.Mary's bloody corpse. You guyz started to cry. While crying you looked up and you saw a strange looking boy with white hair an DC blue eyes he was Miss.Mary's grandson Axel, and he was holding something....A KNIFE, HE WAS HOLDING A BLOODY KNIFE! "GUYS LOOK!" you said an sc everyones heads shot up and then suddenly Kevyn yelled "RUN!" and then all of you sprinted away running twards Kevyn's house.

Once you guys made it to his house Kevyn ran up to his mother and started to say "MOM MOM PLEASE YOU HAVE YO COME SEE THIS. MISS.MARY'S DEAD!" Kevyn's mother didn't believe jim since they lived in a nice neighborhood and pretty much everything and everyone was harmless so she said that she'd go and check it out herself.

Once you guys made it to were you guys had found the Miss.Mary's body. But once you guys looked. There was nothing there...no sign of Miss.Mary..and no sign of Axel....

"See son i told you that there would be nothing there! Now come on guys lets go on inside food is ready." "BUT MOM YOU HAVE GOT TO BELIEVE ME, WE SAY HER BODY RIGHT THERE!!!" "ENOUGH LITTLE MAN WE LIVE IN A HARMLESS NEIGHBORHOOD AND ONCE WE MANE IF.BACK TO THE HOUSE THAN YOU ALL ARE GONNA GO NEXT DOOR AND SAY SORRY TO MISS.MARY!" "BUT MOM WE-" "NO BUTS LITTLE MAN YOU WILL SAY SORRY TO MISS.MARY AND THAT IS FINAL!" "But Miss.Mary isn't even alive for us to say sorry." Kevyn mumbled.

While walking you looked back, only to see Axel he was holding Miss.Mary's head and smiling at you while waving you goodbye...

Only if Kevyn's mom had known what had actually happened to Miss.Mary....

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Thank you for reading this and if there's anything that you think that i could improve on or stop doing please tell me i would really appreciate it. And also if you have any requests my requests are open for any new ideas! And also in very very sorry if it got bad twards the end i got lazy and i might make a remake of this in the future but not now. Anyways thank you so much for reading and stay hydrated and i hope that your having a wonderful day/night/afternoon wherever you ar bye!!!

[alyjojo]

Past Life 📜 Karmic Spread September 2024 - Libra

Preshuffle: You left The Devil, it was a battle to break free and I’m seeing multiple stab wounds.

Meditation: You tried to jump onto a moving getaway vehicle, a large black trolley kind of car with bars on the back, raining, you tried to grab the bar and slipped, fell face first. Someone caught up and stabbed you repeatedly in the back, left shoulder, left arm, that area - you smashed his head in with a big rock…or concrete block, on the road. Right hand 💪 Crawled to an alley to wait, not die. The road was made of bricks 🧱 and there was a dumpster of sorts, blocking you from view of the street. It saved you.

~ The Past Life ~

Gender I’m Picking Up On (in the past life): Female, late teens

Character Card:

Enterprise 🖐️ - Jupiter Aries

Appreciation 🎉 - Moon Leo (rev, clarified)

Discovery 💡 - Mercury Sagittarius (clarified)

Who You Were: 3 Pentacles

What You Did: Strength

How It Ended: The Tower rev & Ace of Swords

Oracles: Moon, Spouse & Ships

I thought you were a boy until the cards were out on the table - and that’s part of it. On this 3 Pentacles is a person with a bowl haircut, and Spirit is saying this card simply shows you. That haircut. Your style modeled that of a boy of the time, and I’m seeing you be the youngest “runt” child of like…five or six, all boys, maybe more but they’re adults by that time. Newsboy cap, you wore one, and maybe a peacoat or something too - it belonged to a brother and money was tight. Very tight. You made due. I’m seeing what looks like New York, a long time ago. Maybe Boston, Ireland, or London even, I’m not sure where exactly, a place with pubs and quiet street crimes, I’m hearing “accent” but like…Spirit’s saying it, not someone speaking in one. It was a common thing, accents, different ones from all over. You lived in a hub of culture. Several in your friend/work group alone, and you’re shown here as having married a foreigner as well.

I’m not sure what this whole idea was, but I’m hearing it referred to as “an operation” and it was entirely your idea. Your brothers “stole” it, but by “stole” it, they just acted on it. I’m seeing that be the vision - it’s like a heist or something but you get left behind and stay pissed off for the rest of your life because it was your idea. And you got stabbed, several times, they left you. Backstabbers all around. You survived and stopped helping them, forever - you were always the brains of any operation so it was a Justice for you and the bad blood remained for the rest of this life. I’m seeing you holding back entirely, and your spouse is shown as across the sea, you literally got on a boat and told your family to kiss your bum - you’re out of here. After marriage, I’m hearing, your family was there, then you left.

With Moon 🌙 it’s being shown as you having had an intuitive gift then, you knew when it was time to hold and when it was time to fold - Spirit told you. You knew your spouse was the one 💖, and you knew they were the way out too, you orchestrated everything behind the scenes. Spirit led & you listened 🙏 After leaving, later on - at death this is showing - you received news of your prior family situation that showed you had been 100% right to leave when you did, some kind of disaster followed. Spirit gave you that confirmation so you’d feel at peace. I really don’t feel a lot of built up karma here, you were a mostly good noodle 🍜

~ The Present Life ~

What Karma Was Brought With You: 2 Swords rev, 8 Swords rev, Wheel of Fortune rev

Who You Brought With You: 6 Wands sideways

Additional energy: Ace of Wands rev

Character Card: Bluff 🥸 - Jupiter Gemini

Oracles: Book 📕

I’m getting that you’re female in this life too, still kinda fluid gender-wise. You could have a “boyish” name, or I’m still seeing this “boyish” haircut, you could prefer short hair. You have a more masculine style of dress but in a feminine way, and I’m seeing the additional message here that you are NOT attracted to women. It pisses you tf off when someone assumes you’re gay, this could be something you’ve heard 1000 times. People tend to get on your nerves, especially the judgy or narrow minded ones, you’re coming off as extremely liberal. Maybe college age. Very smart. You keep up with politics and world events. You’re a useful Tumblr user 🤭 Trying to save the world. I started messing with my glasses, adjusting constantly which I don’t do, you could wear them and mess with them a lot. Pull them down, push them up, back and forth. Or they’re just loose and you need new ones love 💗

There is a karmic situation shown where again, you have to leave everything behind. A home. A family? It could’ve been for financial reasons and it’s shown as you having to make this decision, not anyone else. Making a Libra make a decision as karma, how fitting. It’s something where you can/have or will build again, it’s something that has you stuck and there’s no other choice, it was a bad (karmic, not bad, but has been labeled ”bad”) cycle that would’ve kept repeating and you instinctively knew that. It’s the right thing to do, or was.

Who you’ve brought is likely a friend, a school friend you keep in touch with. What years idk, I keep seeing college, 20’s, probably there. They either took their life from negative to positive, you didn’t like them for some time and then did, there’s a fail and then win 🏆 with this person, and a whole Death in between. They’re attached to a Book and Death, they could write a book or have - maybe about these kinds of things, their failures, their life in general. 6 Wands gets a lot of attention and praise, if you know a celebrity of some kind it’s them, big or small. Or this is something you do together. You could have a gift for writing, they do, or you both do and it’s something that connects you on a soul-level.

The biggest karmic message here is going to trigger you, I’m already being told to mind my phrasing of delicate things 😬 Your “boyish” style and the persona you’ve built around this - stems from a very deep mother wound. Just saying that is going to piss you off probably, and it’s that defensive and reactive feeling, that immediate knee jerk response to mother - femininity - Venus - female archetypes - that needs to be healed. Bluff plays into this with 9 Wands clarifying, you could have Gemini in your chart, it’s pretty heavy here. This shows that you purposely stay “fluid” as some sort of a defensive response to wounds of your childhood, parents, outside influences, etc., and that it’s not necessarily YOU. As a whole. It goes deeper. The more you keep yourself from truly embracing your femininity, the more you feel disconnected from yourself - because you actually are very feminine with a tough outer shell called trauma…probably. I’m not a doctor. There’s going to be an inevitable reinvention of your inner nature - determined solely by you - to where you’ll feel like you’re blooming, like a flower 🌹 just maybe “a little late.” This will be a major challenge for you because of this identity you’ve created - gender feels like a major decision that needs to be made, one that’s imposed or pressured. Until it’s not, and it’s just you. I may be speaking to a not-yet transitioned trans female 🩷 Or a life-long tomboy. Lots of love to you.