#i used they/them pronouns for Danny since I think being trans would be a nice addition to the “shedding old identity��� bit

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny got out.

Danyal al Ghul was created by the League of Assassins alongside his brother Damian.

Created, not born. Though they were both grown in the same lab, Danyal always felt the status quo. Damian was the heir, the real son, the one they cared about. Damian got to be a person, the one for whom human terms like “born” would fit.

Danyal was just the extra. The bodyguard to die in his brother’s place and a spare should he be lost.

And Danyal died.

Shed his old life like a snake’s skin and vanished into the bustle of a crowded city.

They would tell Damian it was a mission that went wrong. A failure, like Danyal always was.

But Danyal would call it his first real success.

Danny Fenton loves their new life.

Jack and Maddie, for all their unsafe work practices, care for them. That’s far more than their blood “family” in the League ever did.

Far more than they felt they deserved for the longest time.

So when their brother reached out, tried to reconnect as if they were normal siblings instead of born tools, is it any wonder they lashed out, told him to never come back?

Danny got out. Danyal is dead, one ghost Danny is happy to put down forever.

[darthkvznblogs]

Saw the new chapter, nice! BTW, how would the various characters celebrate Pride Month?

Apologies, I've been busy with last chapter's reviews!

Wowza, that's a huge ask - I've made a conscious effort to normalize LGBTQIA+ identities in my stories, so there's a lot of ground to cover here! There's also a minor issue in that most of the current stories are set in 2012, which is quite a different landscape in regards to the acceptance of the LGBTQIA+ community compared to nowadays.

With that in mind, I'll try to go for the "ideal" celebration (and I'll throw in the characters' gender identities and sexual preferences, since I've already got those in my ongoing character database). Obviously, this only applies to the characters as portrayed in the Kryptonverse!

(This is a long one, so I'll add a "read more" thingy for the sake of those who aren't interested.)

- I think Luz would take Pride Month as an opportunity to more overtly explore her gender noncomformity; much like was showcased in the Grom episode, she might try on different outfit combinations, different pronouns - whatever makes her feel closer to her ideal self. I think her stint in the Boiling Isles would only make it that much clearer how truly silly it is for other people to try and dictate what she should look or behave like. Luz currently identifies as a bisexual, cisgender woman, but she has found comfort in identifying as nonbinary in the past, and there's really no telling how she might feel in the future.

- Kryptonian society had a great many issues, but a resistance towards gender variance and non-heterosexual preferences wasn't one of them - as long as you followed the strict life path set up for you by the Empire, of course. Kara is still confused about the human attitudes towards this subject, and angry that they affected Alex and Lena negatively in their youth. I think she'd celebrate Pride Month by pushing the Avengers to champion causes that protect the LGBTQIA+ community - not that they need much convincing. Think parades, lobbying for legislation, impassioned speeches, and million-dollar donations to worthy charities - whatever it takes to make sure people know where their heroes stand on this issue. Kara is a pansexual cisgender woman, Alex and Lena are lesbian cisgender women, Tony is a pansexual cisgender man, Steve is a (closeted) bisexual cisgender man, Natasha is an aromantic, bisexual, cisgender woman, Clint is a biromantic, heterosexual, cisgender man, and Rhodey and Bruce are both heterosexual, cisgender men (the Hulk himself is pansexual though).

- Not that Ben was against it before, of course, but I think gaining the ability to swap bodies (and genders, depending on the transformation) at will would give him a much greater appreciation for people who suffer from dysmorphia or otherwise don't gel with the body they were born with. I think he'd champion trans causes specifically during Pride Month - much to the anger of his parents, both conservative politicians. Ben is a bisexual, cisgender man, Julie is a bisexual, cisgender woman, Kevin is a heterosexual, cisgender man, and Gwen is a (currently questioning) bisexual, cisgender woman.

- It's kind of a spoiler to talk at length about Chloé's relationship with her own preferences. Suffice it to say, she would be very much opposed to Pride celebrations initially, but may or may not radically change her attitude as her journey goes on. Chloé is a lesbian, cisgender woman. Adrien is a bisexual, cisgender man (with GNC tendencies as he grows up), and Marinette is a bisexual, cisgender woman.

- Nico obviously didn't grow up in an environment conducive to the acceptance of his being gay. I think there's still a lot of internal self-loathing there, even as his boyfriend and his friends have greatly helped to coax him away from it, and that might manifest as his reluctance to participate in Pride celebrations. I think once he's convinced to attend a Pride parade once, though, it would make a world of difference going forward! Nico is a gay, cisgender man.

- Ellie has never given much thought to her own identity or preferences. She's felt attracted to all kinds of people, but never enough to want to act on it. It's possible that she's aro/ace, or somewhere on that spectrum, but even that feels like an ill-fitting piece of clothing. She is fiercely protective of Danny, though; poking fun or attacking him for being trans is a surefire way to make her go all out against you. She'll happily celebrate Pride with Danny and friends, too. Ellie doesn't currently subscribe to any romantic or sexual preference, but does identify as a cisgender woman. Valerie is a bisexual, cisgender woman. Danny is a heterosexual, transgender man.

- Pidge used to comfortably identify as a straight, cis woman, but her stint as Pidge Gunderson and the subsequent massive expansion of her knowledge of gender identities and sexual preferences due to her travels as a Paladin of Voltron have let her more solidly (ironically) identify as genderfluid and pansexual. She'd have a blast teaching Allura and Coran all about Earth Pride celebrations, and I'm sure she's eager to teach the people of Earth just how little they know about what's out there. Pidge is a genderfluid, pansexual individual (identified as female during Close Encounters, but don't let that fool you!).

- Saiyans have a weird relationship with gender and sexual preference. The average Saiyan is mostly free to do and be whatever the f*ck they want in this regard, but there is definitely a culture of male superiority, and a stigma towards trans Saiyan men, specifically - it's seen by traditionalists as "women trying to rise above their station", much in the same way as marrying between Saiyan classes is scorned. Caulifla and Kale don't have that kind of baggage, though, growing up on Xandar - their dithering about being with each other is just your classic awkward teenage romance, nothing to do with their both being women. Caulifla and Kale both identify as lesbian, cisgender women.

- Dipper may be a straight man, but he's the best damned ally you could hope for - fiercely protective of his pansexual twin and bisexual girlfriend. He's got every opposing argument memorized, and a counterargument ready to go - you do not want to debate him, and he will track your ass down if he catches you trolling/hating online. Mabel becomes even more of a living vortex of glitter and gloss during Pride - sweeping away the more muted Tulip, who'll happily settle for a little bisexual flag pin or sticker on her computer. Hard not to find Mabel's enthusiasm infectious, though! Dipper is a heterosexual, cisgender man, Mabel is a pansexual, cisgender woman, and Tulip is a bisexual, cisgender woman.

That was a lot! I hope it was an enjoyable read, though! @the-literary-lord

[got2ghost-archive]

happy 10th birthday to one direction here is a trans louis fic i will never finish

3 months on T. 

Louis wasn’t angry often before T. Rambunctious and always loud, loud, loud, but never quite as pissed off as he feels all the time now. T is deepening his voice and making his chin grow a few hair and chiseling his jaw, and stretching out his bones until they form new fault lines. He’s like tectonic plates underneath his skin; but he feels like a rocket, spiraling off into space, like one of the ones that don’t make it and just explode from a loose screw, a miscalculation — no survivors. 

He notices it first when he catches his mum packing away some dresses he used to have to wear for donation. She’d gotten so tearful for a second, when she thought he couldn’t see her and she’d hugged the pink, floral pattern fabric to her chest and buried her head in it and cried, like someone had died. And he got so fucking angry, seeing her like that. He wanted to march in there, rip the dress out of her hand and tear it to shreds. I’m right here and that was never me. Stop having a funeral for a daughter who was never a daughter. 

Instead, he storms out the house, down the street, takes a sharp right and up the hill until he can let out a scream that bubbles up the veins in his throat. A flock of birds startle and fly out of the trees and he watches them, unprepared for the wind catching them to and fro. He feels better, less angry. And then guilty.

He loves his mum and she had been unsurprised somehow, when he told her he was a boy. She’d been supportive and took him to his first doctor’s visits, signed the papers to get him hormones, bought his first binder. 

Something is wrong with me, he thinks, burying his face in his hands. 

He calls Stan, because Stan’s his best mate and has been since they were still wetting their nappies together and nothing has changed, even though Louis’ name is different and he’s got to stick a needle in his thigh every day. He doesn’t even wait for Stan to say hello, just blurts out, “Is something wrong with me?” Stan takes a moment. He can hear him breathing through his nostrils. “What’re you on about?” “I almost yelled at me mum, is what. Over nothing! She was putting away dresses to donate at work, me old ones, and I almost yelled at her for crying over them. I feel like— shit. I feel like a shit son. I feel like a shit person.” 

“Nah, nothing’s wrong with you. Just going through puberty again, ain’t you?” Stan says, easily enough. “Remember at Tommy’s birthday. We were fourteen or summat and I had like—” “You ate half the cake before Tommy—” “Yeah, and then tossed it all up and then shouted at you when you were trying to clean up after me, like I almost punched you, which wouldn’t of been right at the time.” “Because I was a girl?” Louis says, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah, well no, sort of, but because you were my best mate and you was just trying to help me out, you dick’ead. Anyway, puberty, innit? Just go apologize to your mum, even if you didn’t yell at her. It’ll make you feel better.”

Louis sighs. “Okay, you’re right. Can you come round for a pint, first? I’m fuckin’ starving.” “Yeah, alright. See you in a bit.”

Louis gets his favorite plate and a pint and feels better by the time he goes staggering home. 

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1 year on T.

It hadn’t actually occurred to Louis that he might actually be gay until he’s stuck in a small cabin in the French Alps with Stan, Stan’s girlfriend Anika, her group of friends: Mark, Celine, Danny, Gemma, and Gemma’s younger brother, Harry.

He thought it might be silly to just only now be thinking about his sexuality and having a mild crisis about it when he was a 19 year old man; but then the little Stan voice in his head (not the actual Stan, who was too busy snogging his girlfriend Anika, these days) told him that he’d spent the last year a bit busy with the whole transitioning thing. It was probably normal and alright that he hadn’t come round to thinking about boys or girls, their bits mixing around with his bits. He hadn’t properly dated anyone in school, as he was too busy rebelling, cutting his hair, taping his name to his chest, and spending all of his brain power correcting people using the wrong name and the wrong pronoun.

The fire crackled on. Their ski gear piled in a wet corner. Louis wiggled his still numb toes, trying to listen to Anika’s friends tell a story and not stare at Harry, who was very fucking captivating to look at. Louis would even go as far as saying he was beautiful. He had green eyes and a ridiculous mop of curly hair, and a propensity for touching and biting his puffy, pouty, chapped lips. Louis could not stop staring at him, which he was beginning to worry was very rude. 

Harry looked up and caught his eye and Louis’ heart squeezed in his chest. He stood up, abruptly and Stan’s head whipped up with him, eyebrows raised. “Toilet,” Louis whispered to him and then skipped out of the room, heart still pounding in his chest. 

“Me too,” Harry said, and Louis wanted to cry out No! But he couldn’t, obviously. He nodded and then headed off to the bathroom upstairs, each wood floor creaking beneath his feet and drowning out the cacophony of teenage hormones downstairs.

“I didn’t actually have to use the toilet. Just wanted to get away for a bit,” Louis admitted over his shoulder. “Are you having a good time?” Harry’s surprisingly deep voice cut into his thoughts. “Huh? Yeah. Me and Stan haven’t skied up here in a few years. What about you?” “This is my first time skiing. My sister’s mad that she had to take me with her, cause mum wouldn’t let her off without me. I dunno, trying to have fun. I think I’m a bit rubbish at skiing, and then everyone here is, like, a couple. Cept for you and me, of course. Um, unless, do you have a girlfriend… back home?”

“No, I haven’t. Have… you? Or anyone you like?” Louis fished for an answer, feeling very much like he was a grade-schooler again. 

“No,” Harry said, touching his lips again. “Everyone back in Holmes Chapel is like…. heterosexual,” Harry said, keeping eye contact with Louis, who went a little warm. Harry said like a lot, like he watched a lot of American telly and would some day end up in California, being openly gay, and all. “That sounds awful,” Louis supplied helpfully and Harry broke out into a grin. 

“I joined up LGBT groups in my area, but they don’t meet very often. I just want to get out of there and be in Manchester already. I’ve heard they have a good gay scene there.” “Is that where you want to go to Uni?” Harry nodded, his curls bouncing. He swept it back and Louis briefly saw the spots along his forehead. They were very cute, but he could tell Harry was self conscious of them because he fussed his hair back in place as quickly as possible. 

Louis started to feel especially sweaty in his binder, underneath his jumper. His nipples were so fucking itchy, it was driving him absolutely crazy. He wanted to reach under and palm at them and then all he could think about was the cream he had tucked away in his bag downstairs. “How long have you known Stan?” “Since I was a baby. We grew up together.” “Oh. Are you like, jealous of them? Stan and Anika?” Louis wasn’t sure what Harry was fishing for. Was it just an innocent question or did he want to know if Louis was secretly in love with his best friend or something. “Nah,” Louis said, stretching back. “Anika’s a nice girl and she makes Stan happy. Sometimes it is annoying when I want to hang out with Stan, but I’ve got other mates too and when I’m starting up Uni this year, I’m planning on making more friends.” Harry seemed somewhat disappointed by this answer and Louis wasn’t sure what he’d said wrong. “I’m jealous of Gemma. She’s always got boyfriends. I’m seventeen now and I haven’t even properly kissed anyone since I was thirteen and that was a dare.” 

[shikagemaru]

Been having an identity crisis recently. There's It a whole lot of things adding up to that. Call it a rant and ignore it if you want. There's only like 3 of you guys anyway.

I would put a readmore here if I knew how to do that on mobile (thanks for sucking, only social media app I feel at all comfortable with)

•It really doesn't help that the past 7 years of my life have been completely stagnant. Since I haven't been able to work my wife and I have had basically no freedom of our own.

•2 years ago I was put in jail because a pair of psychopaths decided to go from 70 to 0 on the highway in front of us, and get out to try attacking us. I tried backing up to go around but obviously the car behind me was too close and the highway was at speed in the right lane. So I had to go around on the grass while these 2 crazy assholes were approaching while shouting threats. One was coming for my wife's window. So I did what I had to and bumped one of them. He wouldn't move and our safety was more important than him being hurt a little. There was a high speed chase through our community, and while we're on the phone with the police these two are trying to force us off the road. The cops even see one of them hanging out the window shouting threats at us. We pull into a mcdonalds parking lot and after talking to them for a bit the cops arrest me because he said I "ran him over" on purpose. He was so uninjured that he refused medical care at the scene, but he kept telling people I ran him over. They were also both arrested btw. I was held without food or mpving air for over 13 hours and I have a history of heat stroke and hypoglycemia (it's bot exactly that, but it's like living outside of a big city and tellinf people you're from there instead of the local podunk you actually live in). Long story short it was torturous, and then I got put in actual jail. They didn't care that I have a long list of disabilities. When I was released I had to wear an anklr monitor while taking weekly drug tests. The numbers on the drug test kept reading that I was using weed even though I wasn't. It was insanely stressful as the numbers didn't change from one week to another. My fear was that because I was rapidly losing weight from stress that the thc being held onto in the fat was being detected. NOPE. turns out one of my DAILY meds was testing false positive. "Shouldn't they know about the false positive drug and account for it?" Youd think. But when they scanned my medication bottles that one came out blurred and they never entered it into their system. In case there are any lingering feelings that I was guilty, the court case more than handled that. The prosecutor was the kind of scumbag that, before my trial, tried prosecuting this guy's mother-in-law for assaulting him when she tried taking her grandkid out of his arms because he was using the baby to shield himself when the family confronted him about having a fake medical license and it ruining all their lives. It turns out I was put through hell and all he was seeking was "anger management counciling" because he believed that I, the guy protecting his wife, had road rage issues. One listen to the 911 calls would have straightened thst up. My lawyer kicked his ass just a little more than I did on the stand. Long story concluded, thanks for the ptsd. The nightmares have been lovely. So is panicking whenever a door closes kinda loud.

•Last year I was able to self diagnose myself with autism. For those who don't know, the vast majority of autistic people self diagnose, largely due to "experts" on average not being well educated on what autism is outside of the stereotypical cases. Most women aren't diagnosed until adults. Most "high functioning" (which is an awful description when you lesrn that it was created by a literal nazi to separate autistic people into "kill these ones" and "don't kill these ones" categories) people aren't diagnosed until adulthood. And by then actually getting the diagnosis is a challenge. And frequently it involves exercising privelege to get the right people involved.

So knowing what I know now a lot of my life suddenly makes sense. People accusing me of being manipulative when I literally don't know what it is that makes them think that? Severe miscommunications? Obsessing over specific topics to the point where people want to avoid me? Always being "the weird one" and as a result being a social outcast from day 1? Despite being considered very intelligent, I've been super easily manipulated by people my whole life. I can barely ever tell a person no, even if I know I should. Hell. There have been entire relationships I've had with people where I thought we were friends and they didn't think the same thing. Learning who or even how to trust becomes a challenge.

Yeah, it all makes sense now. I want to say "i don't know how they didn't see it", but I do. The 90s was shit for mental health. Since they knew I had tourettes (thanks for that, universe) and adhd, my obsessive tendencies were labeled ocd. Actual adult relationships have gone entirely to shit because of miscommunication. People seem to think I mean one thing when I mean another entirely. People think I'm angry when I'm not. I've basically been told never to be passionate about a topic.

How does a person handle that? It doesn't unfuck relationships with people. Once someone thinks you're lying and manipulating that's it. Nothing you can ever say will ever dissuade them. It doesn't matter that they were the ones that misunderstood. Somehow it becomes the fault of the autistic person. And good luck if you're ever autistic and have a panic attack. So I'm trying not to care about that. It's hard. It's especially hard knowing that things didn't have to, and may not have gone the way they did if i had known about it earlier. I wish I could rebuild certsin relationships. My wife and I used to fight, but since we realized that both of us have these triggers because we're both autistic, we resolve almost every misunderstanding like a walk in the park. But that doesn't work with people you haven't spoken to in years. Even if a lot of it was frankly their fault.

•And the latest fuckery? I have no idea what gender I am. If I had the power to shapeshift I'd probably change on a daily or hourly basis. I had an alt account years ago where I posted fanfiction. Some people in the community assumed they knew my gender and pronouned me as such in the comments. That was the first time I had ever experienced gender euphoria. I was....upset, when someone corrected them. Would have been nice if they asked me first. I enjoyed the confusion quite a lot actually. And since I have a terrible time coming up with names for things (my screen name is from 20 years ago and I never figured out a new one) so I don't know where I would start building up a new persona. And for what? To get the rush of people not knowing which pronouns to use? I hate it. I want it. I don't know if I can ever come out as trans. People think trans means m2f and f2m, and it doesn't really matter to the public consciousness that there's more to it than that. I want to scream at people that I'm trans, but i don't know what I even want my body to look like. If I woke up tomorrow and I was suddenly transformed would I be happy? I have no idea. No? Yes?

I don't know who I am or how to even identify. I'm a disabled, autistic, lgbtq ethnic minority with no financial freedom, and my 40s are approaching. Life is a challenge. Sometimes I wish I could just Danny Phantom it up. And by sometimes I mean daily.

[wheel-deal]

Wheel !!! Hello!!!! :D Odd numbered questions, plus 2 and 16?

2. what are your pronouns? They/Them! but i understand people will call me she/her. im not that dysphoric about it it, but being called gender neutral stuff makes me <3

3. what is your gender presentation like?

I appear very woman like. I have big breasts and long hair. but i love dressing more masc. Super loud button up shirts are my new fav!!

5. what makes you feel validated?

When my boyfriend calls me his partner. >x< 

7. favorite trans meme/bit of trans humor?

uuuuh idk. Thanks i chose my name myself or just owning things with trans in it. we own all transportation.

8. how did you pick your name? (answering this one bc i want to) i am just.... a name collector. i go by wheel, wheels here on tumblr. i have another username i use more than wheels but want to keep that separate from and off tumbr. at home i go by my birthname, but i have a name ive preferred since i was very little. Also when im given a name tag i often write BOB. Bob was my grandfathers name and i just like it. When i go to summer camp im always BOB. Also a name ive been fond of for a long time is Atlas. I think if i was a little more brave id go by Atlas, but for now i go by all the other ones.

9. what does your name mean? kinda hard to answer this one without giving my other names. but wheel-deal came from a particularly punny group chat. and i wanted to be the real-deal and im in a wheelchair :> I explained why i like BOB. I remember in my elementary school library they had this GIANT set of Atlases which is where i first saw the word, and i relate to the character Atlas holding the world on his shoulders... My other user name is my dads old college nickname. my mom passed it on to be when i was little trying to come up with a username for webkins or something xD. As for my preferred name i use irl now... i just always liked the sound of it. when my best friend and i would play make believe i would always use this name.  

11. recent happy trans moment?

not really other than my boyfriend calling me partner unprompted. normally i have to remind him or prompt him to call me partner so that really made me cry 

13. favorite canon trans character? (alt: 2nd favorite trans headcanon?) I dont think i watch many things with cannon trans characters unfortunately. The only one i can think of is Naomi? from Sense8 on netflix. But i love the headcannons of danny fenton (danny phantom), Jim Hawkins (treasure planet, fav movie), and Lars (steven universe)

15. favorite trans celebrity? All of the ones in POSE ?!

16. song that gives you Big Trans Feels? prob Im still here from treasure planet. 

I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway… You don't know me, And I'll never be what you want me to be. And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man. You can't take me and throw me away.

~~~

And I want a moment to be real, Wanna touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on and feel I belong. And how can the world want me to change? They're the ones that stay the same. They don't know me, 'Cause I'm not here. And you see the things they never see All you wanted, I could be Now you know me, and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man? They can't break me As long as I know who I am

~~~

They can't tell me who to be, ‘Cause I'm not what they see. Yeah, the world is still sleepin', While I keep on dreamin' for me. And their words are just whispers And lies that I'll never believe.

17. something you wish you could tell your younger self?

gosh. idk. all those feelings of maybe i should be a boy werent quite accurate, but all those feelings of not being a girl 100% were. and that being a tomboy will hurt later on when all your other tomboy friends hit puberty and go super femme. And HEY DUMMY YOU ARE ASEXUAL. you are not broken, its okay to not have crushes. hang in there. you will figure yourself out eventually. Oh and yeah when you first wanted a binder, dont let mom talk you out of it. 

19. (how) does your gender relate to your sexuality?

AHAHAHAHAHA lets not open that can of worms bc thinking about this makes me cry a lot and question everything. Simply im here, im queer. i have a lot of love in my heart and polyamory is nice.

21. what makes you feel euphoric?

idk if i have felt real euphoria. but the feeling when i dress more masculine while still enjoying my long hair is pretty nice. makes me smile and feel more confident

23. claim something as trans culture.

uuuh baking? transformers? embroidered patches? idk my thude

25. what's your favorite part of being trans?

the same thing i love about being ace, the PUNS!!!