#in my head i see a fem-enby person

[rev-glut]

Holy shit, a poll. Anyways I want to write a fic with a Reader who just adores life and loves love (see tags for more ramblings). However I can’t decide who to write it with. So that’s where you come in.

[captainwholecake]

Hello!! 🏵️ How are you? And how areyou guys dealing with the heat?? I'm from France and here it's finally a bit cold so I can say that we're good for now 👀 Could I please request a headcanon for Zoro, Law and Ace if you don't mind? (separately) About how they would react to a small sized fem!reader?? With like the cute moments AND the feisty HORNY! ones 👀?? Thank you! (If you don't feel comfortable doing fem s/o i don't mind gn 👌😊)

A/n: I got this so late its almost winter here but the heat was fine and I’m going to try going the fem route but I’ll still add some gn elements so my enby, masc, queerfluid homies, and anyone else who isn’t fem can enjoy this

enjoy the long comeback post homies! ;)

Warnings: Look me in the eyes and tell all three of these mf don’t have some type of size kink / praise kink … anyways, nsfw because of horniness

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Roronoa Zoro

* Wano Zoro is fire btw

anyways, the praise kink size kink middle ground

Law has a gaint size kink and Ace has a praise kink no more context is needed

Okay, lets not go on about the horniness first

I think he would be fine with it

Would ABSOLUTELY love getting shit off shelves and shit for his s/o but definitely acts like he doesn’t

Like some Tsudere bs

why do I feel like hed head pat them a lot

Its his love language ????

I imagined him snickering after he makes fun of his s/o being short and they make a angry face

whatelse sfw stuff do I want to say??

Imagining he would like to pick his s/o a lot

Bridal style, like a sack of potatoes, literally anything

ITS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE x2

He’d also give his s/o piggyback rides/let them sit on his shoulders whenever the crew is exploring and shit

Anyways, enough sfw

Like said on top the middle ground

He’d be in his s/o struggling take him

He’d coo at them about how adorable they look

LOVESSSS putting his s/o legs on his shoulders

(COUGH) also the mating press (COUGH)

you know that scene in the love equation where adam somehow puts olives whole breast in his mouth ??? Why do I think Zoro would try to do that ???

Face sititing??? yessir

loves his s/o being on top time to time

Okay, so I forgot about the praise kink part. i should clarify that the praise kink goes with the cooing and a lil of the heart pats

He’d see them struggling and go like “aw look at you taking like that, good baby” “sweetheart you’re taking me so well” type of way

Trafalgar Law

Have I used this gif before? I feel like I have but oh well

HES THE KINKIEST MF ON THE PLANET IN THE WHOLE ANIME MEN TELL ME I’M WRONG

ANYWAYS, ANYWAYS

Okay, so I feel having a small s/o for him would just him melting

Also having turn on a maternal instinct whenever their not in his slight

Penguin and Saichi going “uhh I think their with bepo” and Law loses it

He knows they can’t fight for themselves and all but also knows that they think their Chihuahua whose bigger then they’re actually are

anjssjejejw i’m so soft imagining how soft he would be

I feel he’d lean down sometimes to be at eye level them

so many forehead kisses

I have feel like all the important stuff on sleeves are low lever bc you its a submarine and all

but if they weren’t oh he make sure they were just for them

Can I say he would be OBSESSE with his s/o sitting in his lap?

Like he’s doing doctor shit late at night and his s/o has their head tucked into his neck 🥺🥺

To the whore bs

He’s probably the most into it when its comes nsfw activities

He’s SOOO into the size difference

Loves having his s/o suck on his fingers bc how big they are compared to his s/os mouth

Especially his thumb. Theres something about his hand cradling their jaw that gets him

Law would be one of those headpusher types but only do it when he knows the other person is okay with it (consent king)

He also loves the sound his s/o gagging bc their struggling to take him in their mouth (which is why he’s specifically a headpusher he makes them gag on purpose)

Strong would try use his devil fruit power in the bedroom energy

idk he takes their head off to show them exactly how small they are compared to him

Portgas D. Ace

I LOVE HIM OMG HES SO PRECIOUS WHY DID ODA KILL HIM (why does it look like he lit a blunt on fire in this gif)

Okay, the loml next

This teasing bitch

Would put stuff on the higher shelves so they have to ask for help

walks into the kitchen in shock and disappointment when he sees his s/o has climbed on the counter to get thing they need

pouts literally pouts when they don’t ask for his help to get stuff

THE WAY he wants one those cliche moments of ‘person a’ needs something high up but can’t get it so ‘person b’ surprises them by with warning getting said thing for them BUT CAN NEVER GET IT

Loves to carry is s/o around like zoro only difference for him is its need not a want

Will put his hat on them for the sole purpose of it making them look smaller by it going over their eyes

He also thinks they look good with it on

He loves when his s/o basically sleeps on top of him

You know sharing body heat (mf is made of fire)

Really likes to dip his head down when kissing his s/o and goes feral when it leads to him picking his s/o up and being at the same height

I’m getting to the whore shit now

Another thing with the hat, he absolutely LOVES it be on his s/o when their riding him

Praises galore

Always talking about how pretty his s/o and how well they take him

5 bucks says half of those praises are whimpers and whines

Can’t take his hands off their thighs (his hands are so oh big compared their legs)

Has to have their ankles on his shoulder

can not have his head in his s/o neck telling them how good they feel (WHY AM I SO PRO LOVE DRUNK ACE???)

Really likes wall sex bc hold them to be eye to eye with him

Last thing, this probably started as aftercare but just became something Ace does to comforts his s/o but he really likes to kiss both his s/o cheeks, then their forehead, tip of the of nose, and lastly a peck on the lips

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A/n: the author note up top is from like October when I started writing this but I’m too lazy to change it but rn it’s really hot where I live, I need a job to pay off half my car but all the places I apply too never call me, send email saying their full staffed/i’m not moving forward, or when I do interview I don’t get a job :( but i’m doing good

Hope you enjoyed this massive comeback post :)

[lostamongthestarz]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING TRANS MASC READER X KANO FICS

my autistic hyperfixation with this man is driving me feral also gay kano is very underrated (his one intro scene with Johnny from mk 11 has a death grip on my brain)

If you want to could you maybe write a black dragon pit fighter trans reader X Kano fic where reader fights in the club and maybe earns Kano's respect and attention that way (I'm a scrappy punk trans man who loves combat and blood sports)

I LOVE WRITING FOR KANO, you're so real for being feral for him. I'm more than happy to write this for you!

going to format these as a mix of head canons and writing

Kano x trans!male reader

divider credits: @/cafekitsune

warnings: blood/violence - normal MK11 stuff, Kano himself but nothing too bad.

❗❗FEM READERS, SHE/HER + SHE/THEY - DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN/ENBY FREINDS❗❗

You had lost track of how long you had been fighting in the pits - having only recently joined in the black dragon's fighting pits. You had come for the thrill of it all, while most didn't care for the large amount of gore, it didn't bother you. The money was a nice plus - People would bet on how well your fights went and you got a hefty sum of the money - it's only because Kano allowed it ————————————————————————————————

Kano said he didn't have favorite fighters - as long as they fought well and didn't get their ass handed to them, but you? you were one of his favorites - one of his only favorites

⤹after your first couple of fights you catch Kano's eye, He had watched the next couples of fights - his eyes never left your form. ⤹the sound of cheering ⤹the Sicking sound of bones crunching and your fist connecting to some poor man's face.

⤹the look of pure delight on your face?

⤹Something about it made Kano respect the way you carried yourself. You didn't flinch even facing off some of the biggest guys in the fight pits. You had earned his respect and you two haven't spoken to each other yet. that would change - Kano would make sure about it. ————————————————————————————————

The first time you and Kano spoke - he could tell he would like to have you around. You had a certain spunk to yourself that Kano enjoyed. He gave you attention all the time - Kano didn't hide the fact he liked you more than others.

during and after each one of your matches he would always be there - always. Whether it was too come get you and bring you back to his own "office" area to clean you up. Or he'd be there watching you kick the shit out of some guy

You being trans does not bother Kano at all, he admires your strength even more - although he won't pry into that if you don't want to talk about it. He won't tolerate shitty comments towards you, He doesn't give the person a warning before he breaks their face.

He likes the bloodied look on you, more when it's someone else's blood. although he won't say anything out loud. he pays more attention to you when you're covered in blood.

⤹Kano likes to deny he has favorites, but when it comes to you everyone notices the way he tends to keep you closer in between fights

⤹No one comments on it although - they act like they don't see it for their own wellbeing.

I HOPE THESE ARE GOOD ENOUGH !! I've been in a funk lately with writing Requests open ! 💌 My inbox is open <3

[baeleigh]

This has bugged me for a while but before i get into it i want to say up front that all kinds of representation for all kinds of people is incredibly important, this is just my opinion through my lense of my personal experience being trans and consuming trans content. I hope that would be common sense but i know if i dont write this someones going to get pissy with me for god knows what.

With that out of the way,

I have been trying to hunt out and consume as much trans media as i can (at least in genres and forms that i tend to enjoy reading/viewing) and one thing i see to an insane degree is trans women being portreyed with predominantly masculine features or even being played by cis men in drag. On one hand i think "hey ill take what i can get" but on the other i think thats a fucking low bar. Now i know that there is a significant portion of trans women with fairly masculine features, and i cannot stress this enough that there is nothing wrong with that, everyone is different, everyone transitions diferently and the end goals for everyone varies wildly.

My issue is that while i love that there is more trans rep in general the fact that most characters ive seen are portreyed in a very masculine way (especially if a character is explicitly stated as being on hrt/medically transitioning for years) it sometimes rough to consume as someone who places a lot of importance on myself passing. When most forms of representation portray who you are as the physical flaws that have tormented you for 20+ years it hurts. I dont want there to be less of these portrayals at all, i just want more rep closer to my experience.

While comics and art i push past because i want to enjoy the stories included, i cant say the same about movies. It irks me how almost anytime i hear about a movie with a predominant/main trans fem character its played by a cis male actor; i get they can do it well, ive heared people complement some performances greatly, but i mean... could they not hire a trans actress? I know theyre around ive seen them on screen, hire them. The disinterest i feel when i see that a famous cis male actor is portraying a trans woman is palpable. Hire more trans actors.

Now im sure theyre are plenty of examples of what im looking for, god i hope so. Hopefully ive just been unlucky in my search.

I would like to add that one of my fave examples of rep i feel resonates with me and the one that came to my head first is Olive from "My Dragon Girlfriend" by Fawndoo on webtoons, i freaking love her. Plz show it some love ❤️

https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/my-dragon-girlfriend/list?title_no=162918

Im aware that my post talks pretty much exclusively about trans fem rep and theres a reason for that: i am a trans woman and a massive dyke who prodiminanly devours lesbian romance fiction so honesly i have no leg to stand on as i have little to no idea what the rep is for trans men & enbys.

Anyway thats my personal experience with trans media. goodnight, sleep tight

[gayspiderl8ver]

I didn't figure this was an issue on this website initially

I saw an account that had a "bi lesbian" and "biphobia" in their dni list. Which is biphobia. I feel like maybe people don't understand or don't care about the difference between bi and pan. Pan just means you don't care about the person's gender. I thought I was pan for the longest time but what I actually didn't care about was the person's physical sex or other physical characteristics. These are not a part of gender, the thing someone pan does not care about. But I still like people of any gender, I just assumed I was picky, but I was the most picky about men. Doesn't matter if they're cis or trans, I just get more selective. I'm less selective with feminine men. This does not mean this is a transgender person in any way. they may be cis and just feminine, I'm less picky with femboys. but lesbian excludes these men, and also the other more masculine men I find sexually attractive.

The more I analyzed my sexuality, the more I found that I do still like men but I don't feel romantic attraction to them. And yes that includes femboys. I only feel romantic attraction to Women and sometimes enbies. Enbies is such a broad group of all kinds of different people. But the enbies that I feel more romantic attraction to are generally more woman leaning in identity. Not fashion or hormones necessarily. All of these feelings can only be described if I say bisexual (and then all these fucking caveats that just mean lesbian in romance and sex, bi in just sex). And I did describe myself like this for years. First I came out as bi to friends, then pan as I learned more (and then gay for the rest of highschool cause I was leaning fem before transition and then this girl asked my out and I panicked and said I like men actually), and none of these felt right but I felt like I had to choose lesbian or bisexual. neither of these were correct on their own because as it turns out, humans are not so concretely simple and fit into preset boxes. I just went with Bisexual that leaned towards women but (caveat, caveat, caveat, etc.)

Turns out the simple term for all this is just bi lesbian. An overlap of two umbrellas. Sapphic is close but still excludes some of them more masculine men I'm sexually attracted to. I don't want to ignore what I like to fit some idealized world view where people fit in distinct boxes. I think it's extremely simple to explain that my romantic and sexual desires aren't the same groups, my sexuality is a venn diagram and not a circle. Ain't no shame to it but it's real weird anyone would see that as a problem. I knew there was still biphobia around but to see it this frequently on an ostensibly progressive website is just scary.

I still have to fight for my right to exist in so many ways why do I have to take on another front when all I wanna do is just live my life? And I know these other people are fighting in their own ways for the right to live as themselves, its stupid to create a needless enemy of someone in the same boat.

I'm not looking to change a mind cause people like to create a social bubble and don't like it popped, and anyone wanting to engage in "debate" dont want a meaningful discussion they just wanna win and be the one to convince someone else. Has that ever actually worked? I guess I just saw that dni list and it was clicking against all the other dnis in my head that i saw that included "bi lesbian". Like to me it's no different than seeing someone putting "women dni" or "trans dni" in their bio or dni post or whatever. It's intrinsic and I didn't choose this. But these people have chosen to consider me as wrong or something. And that's kinda normal for me tbf I get it a lot day-to-day. but I think what got to me was just the "biphobes dni" bit on the other side of the same list. That contradiction is just eating at me and I need an outlet. And what better way to vent than on an ostensibly progressive website where I know in advance that people are brutal to each other for being or believing different.

[solsung]

some nsft headcanons :

solstice is very much a switch and verse. she's open to domming, to subbing, to topping and/or to bottoming. she's very flexible to anything, though she does have a preference to topping women (albeit, she's more selective with the women/more fem-presenting enbys) that she sleeps with, and subbing with men/more masc-presenting enbys. at the end of the day, she's just down to have a good time, and doesn't really care or mind, and is usually just happy making her partner cum.

solstice enjoys a vocal partner. with men especially, she loves hearing them fall apart for her, getting more needy and whiny over time.

she really, really enjoys outdoor sex. especially sex in the water. coming from a desert town (picture arizona or the california desert), she really romanticizes both the rain and the ocean.

her safe word is twinkle. also, her favorite positions are cowgirl and doggy style.

with some planning and conversation in advance, she really enjoys the concept of a) waking her partner up with head, and b) somnophilia. consent is very important here, but it's definitely one of her biggest fantasies to be woken up to her partner fucking her.

solstice, being someone who loves teasing and banter, will call her partner all kinds of nicknames in bed. "cowboy/cowgirl", "sweet thing", "sugar" and "honey" are some of her favorites in and out of the bedroom. respectively, she's a fan of some light degradation in the vein of "my slut" but not so much "whore" or "bitch".

she might sometimes indulge in some light roleplay. while she isn't into dd/lg dynamics, I could see her calling someone "daddy" if they were into it. others that would work are "sir" especially (hello, gale? are you here?).

though she has small boobs and a pretty small ass, she still enjoys receiving attention with both. especially her chest; she'll often wear clothes that allow for lots of side-boob, and if she's in a fwb-ship/dating someone, she's all for them grabbing a palmful of titty.

she's a big, tall girl, so it's rare, but she does have a thing for size differences. if she were ever to have sex with someone bigger than her in any capacity, she'd definitely be very into how that makes her feel in the moment.

solstice's biggest trigger is being told someone loves her during sex –– this is a kink that would have to be negotiated beforehand, though she's also been known to under-negotiate in the moment. even if the person doesn't mean it, it's a powerful drug to her.

in terms of sex toys and straps, she looooves them. she's very down to strap any of her partners if they've been together for at least a short while. it can, admittedly, induce some dysphoria at times, which is why it'd need to be discussed so that if something happens, her partner is aware ahead of time.

[5h3i1ah-and-nik0]

{hii! i think i'm still, somewhat similar to my host, but i still have my own traits and experiences to talk about ^v^. i was "born" in a subway restaurant lmao, june 3rd 2023, while shai was working. and i was so so talkative that day in our head, trying to work out who i was and establishing myself as me. i'm quite literally the right-hand derg, i can do things with the right hand while shai's fronting (and adjusting to fronting myself was quite an interesting experience as well!) and i do a lot of things with switched handedness, i like my hand being useful :>. and, gosh, the walks we took around the pond in the nearby neighborhood, we talked so much and i'd play with her hair, it was so so peaceful. and, gosh, getting closer and closer to my first winter, the weather finally getting cold, it was so exciting! especially so when it was decided that we were moving up here in massachusetts, from georgia. the snow is just so pretty UvU.

an, unfortunately large chunk of my life thus far was spent having to tolerate shai's abusive friend. he accidentally brought us to tulpamancy by mocking this one tulpa system who's had an unusual and rough experience with the whole thing. and when he found out shai made me, gosh he was so upset... eventually he didn't want "shai" talking to him "like that" (read: he didn't like me talking and didn't see me as my own person). i always hated him for that, and i'm glad we're finally away from him.

on a more positive note, i fronted for quite an extended period of time before the new year! spent a lot of time with the family including through christmas, especially mom, getting to exist as myself, having a fun car trip being high and looking at christmas lights, it was wonderful ^v^. oh, and i explored my gender identity a bit! i'd always been a bit different from shai in the gender department, and i landed on being nonbinary during that front. i like neutral and fem terms, being an enby dragon rocks, and occasionally i even like masc terms? though it's not very common. i'm indifferent to having boobs, my form doesn't have any without shapeshifting them in. i'm totally cool with our bottom, while shai does still get some dysphoria from it.

i'm kinda just rambling lol. point is, i'm very much a distinct person, the big responsible-ish sister to the little kitty host, and i love living with her and supporting her through her struggles as well as just being my own best self! 💛}

#Tulpa life

One of the biggest things that stands out to me about the tulpamancy community on Tumblr is how alienated everyone seems to feel. You've got some advice blogs, some discourse blogs, but that's about it- which is wild to me, cuz tulpamancy is all about community and learning from each other! Even more than that tho, there's something important about seeing other tulpas & created systems doing what we want, making our own choices, LIVING our lives. It's a reminder that we're real people too- it's important and validating for others like us, and it's great for non-tulpas to see that we're just as much real and people as they are. The best part of tulpamancy is that we get to enjoy our own existence, decide for ourselves what we want, and live as US!! I wanna bring that energy to Tumblr.

That's why I'm starting a tag I want any other tulpas (and their hosts too, but don't forget this tag is about our autonomy) to join in on;

✨✨ #tulpa life ✨✨

the new tag for expressing yourself, living your life, and sharing your existence with the world!! What kinda unique experiences do you have as a tulpa? What hobbies and skills have you learned, what friends have you made?? Share your favorite memories, the gift you got for yourself, the food you cooked, anything that pertains to YOU and your existing as a separate real being. Not only for sharing yourself, but for connecting with others too! Imagine how great it'll feel to scroll through a tag full of other tulpas' experiences. I wanna make that a reality!! So help me out by posting things about yourself and your life as a tulpa under the tag #tulpa life, and let's see how many people we can reach by just being ourselves!!!

[bubblegumxemo]

Monster High Legacy Challenge

I deleted a tumblr account that was linked to my old one so it deleted all my tumblrs... so here it is again!

                          "BE YOURSELF! BE UNIQUE! BE A MONSTER!"

Monster High Legacy Challenge

Written and tested by Lizzy

Simstagram: @bubblegumxsims on instagram

Monster High account: @pink_vamp_draculaura on instagram

Rules:

No money cheats! I find I get bored more often if I don’t earn the money so I’m making this a rule.

Cheats that are allowed are reset sim and bb.moveobjects

Do not have/use anything that other players might not have. For example: the max household size is 8 and should stay at 8.

Also, you don’t have to use the characters names or looks, be creative and do something interesting! Ie: Frankie's gen doesn't need to be named Frankie or even have the teal-colored skin. It’s all up to what you want!

Don’t forget to have fun!

Use the hashtag #MonsterHighGumLegacy so I can see all of you doing this challenge!

 1: Frankie

Traits: Outgoing, Cheerful, Clumsy

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Career: Tech Guru, Startup Entrepreneur branch

(for cats and dogs, Frankie has a pet dog in the main series named Watzit if you wanna add a pet)

Goals:

Master Career

Master Aspiration

Fall in love with someone else who is also clumsy (I ship her with Neighthan Rot!)

Have 3 Kids

Keep close to all friends and accept every invite

Max out programming and video game skills

Generation 2: Draculaura

Traits: Vegetarian, Childish, Romantic

Aspiration: Soulmate

Career: Stay at home Parent

(for cats and dogs, in the monster high books she has tons of pets two of which are a dog named Teeny Turner and an orange cat named Kitson, but her original pet is a bat named Count Fabulous so you can do with whatever you’d like with that info)

(also you can have draculaura become a vampire if you have that pack as well!)

Goals:

Master Aspiration

Marry someone hairy with golden brown eyes and has active trait (you can cheat this)

Have 4 kids (for instance Clawdia, Clawd, Clawdeen, and Howleen.)

Have each child get A’s in school (with parenthood 2 good character skills like good manners or responsiblity when they age up)

(with parenthood master parenting skill)

Generation 3: Clawdeen

Traits: Self Assured, Creative, Active

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Style Influencer, any branch

(for cats and dogs, Funnily enough she has a cat named Crescent)

(You can make Clawdeen a werewolf if you will have werewolves pack as well)

Goals:

Master Aspiration

Master Career

Adopt 1 kid

Marry a woman/Fem presenting person (yay pronouns update! Congrats enbies!) (Shes so gay and we all know it)

Master Fitness

Master Painting

Generation 4: Cleo

Traits: Hot headed, Materialistic, Ambitious

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Career: Business, investor branch

(if you have city living do Politicians instead and become president, if you have Get famous do the self absorbed trait instead of Ambitious and the world famous aspiration instead or both if you want?)

(For cats and dogs, Cleo owns a snake named Hissette, do a green colored pet)

Goals:

Master aspiration

Master career

Marry someone who wears glasses and has green hair and has bro trait

Have 5 enemies

Have 2 kids

Generation 5: Lagoona

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Active, Ambitious

Aspiration: Angling Ace (or the beach life aspiration if you have island living)

Career: Athlete, pro athlete branch

(for cats and dogs, She has a pink fish named Neptuna, either have pink pet or keep a fish you caught in a fishbowl or own the pond with a bunch of pirana)

(If you have island living you can also make her a mermaid)

(Also if own island living you can replace loves outdoors with the child of the ocean trait)

Goals:

Master Career

Master Aspiration

Have 5 kids

Meet partner at pool or any other place with a body of water

Master fitness skill

Generation 6: Abbey

Traits: Self Assured, Ambitious, Family Oriented

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Writer, either branch (I would do a radio host but at least writer would make her seem like she's writing confession stories in a magazine like how she did the radio show with cupid in the movie sweet 1600)

(for cats and dogs, she has a pet wooly mammoth named Shiver, so a blue and white dog with thick fur works.)

Goals:

Marry someone spicy! (Has the romantic trait and something red like hair, eyes, clothes ect., written in the school’s out diary it says that she finds Heath Burns “annoying, but scary cute.”)

Master Career

Master Aspiration

Master writing skill

Have 3 kids

Generation 7: Ghoulia

Traits: Genius, Bookworm, geek

Aspiration: computer whiz

Career: Tech Guru, e-sport gamer branch

(For cats and dogs, Ghoulia owns a blue and white owl named sir hoots a lot, I recommend a cat for this as previously done with blue and white was a dog)

Goals:

Master career

Master aspiration

Master Logic

Master Programming

Master video gaming

Have 2 kids and a childish partner

Generation 8: Venus

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Outgoing, Good

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Career: stay at home parent, sell plants on the side (eco lifestyle: do civil designer)

(for cats and dogs, Venus owns a venus flytrap named Chewlian, so green pet again, also make it wear something pink as Chewlian has a pink flower as well)

(If you have eco lifestyle do the Eco Innovator aspiration, and have the recycle disciple and Green fiend traits instead of outgoing and good)

Goals:

Master aspiration

Keep garden maintained

Have 4 kids

Marry someone else who loves the outdoors

Master Gardening skill

Generation 9: Toralei

Traits: Mean, Kleptomaniac, Lazy

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Career: Criminal, Oracle Branch

(for cats and dogs, Toralei owns a tiger cub named sweet fangs)

Goals:

Master career

Master aspiration

Marry someone you stole from

Have 1 kid with that person you married but then divorce afterwords and never speak to again

Master mischief

Play pranks daily

Generation 10: Operetta

Traits: Music Lover, Loner, Creative

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Career: Entertainment, musician Branch

(For cats and dogs, Operetta owns a spider named Memphis “daddy o” Longlegs with an elvis style)

(if you have vampires, do pipe organ instead of piano, if you have city living master the singing skill)

Goals:

Master career

Master aspiration

Master piano (or pipe organ)

Master guitar

Master violin

Get married to another loner and have 1 child

                                                           ~ Thank you! Love Lizzy

[breakonthru]

hi! could you please do a simon kalivoda x fem!reader where reader wakes up late and finds Simon making breakfast and then she wraps her arms around his waist and then they make breakfast together with some cute morning kisses. Thank you!! i love these one shots 🥺

a/n: no need to be sorry anon! here’s your request! much love from one enby to another :) also! i made this in the third person because…. i wanted to? idk don’t ask me NDBSBDJ

the sound of sizzling as y/n woke up should’ve been alarming, in hindsight. they should’ve shot out of bed to run to the sound, but…. they didn’t. y/n rose with a groan, stretching their arms over their head and wincing at the pop their back had made.

simon had been shifting his weight from one leg to another as y/n entered the kitchen. it was hard to tell just what he had been doing from the distance, so, out of concern (definitely that, and not at all with the intention of spooking their boyfriend) they tip-toed closer, and all in one movement, their arms slipped around his waist.

the boy jolted, his face turning slightly to meet the eyes of the person resting on his shoulder as they placed a kiss on his cheek.

“you’re awake.” simon noted.

“you’re making eggs.”

“that i am, babe! i was meaning to give you breakfast in bed, though.” he commented, scrambling the eggs that lay in the pan.

“sorry to ruin your plans.” y/n hummed.

“yeah, yeah. get me two plates, would you?”

“i thought you were making me breakfast! why do i have to get the plates?” they joked, an exaggerated frown plastered on their face.

“if you don’t get going, the eggs will burn and there won’t be any breakfast, your highness.” he snarked in return, his top lip curling over into a smile.

y/n placed a soft kiss on his neck before retreating, reaching to the top of their cabinets to grab two brightly colored plates. they looked like something made for a toddler.

“breaking out the fine china, i see.” simon turned, one hand on his hip, the other on the spatula fixing the eggs.

“only the best for you, my dear.”

“oh, stop it, you!” he gushed cheekily, serving two eggs on the plates. “everything else is on the table.” simon nodded his head to the dining table as he moved to clean up.

“shall we?” y/n asked, sticking their arm out to link with his.

“we shall.”

the two of them walked to the table, which had been decorated with juices, toast, the works.

“really, thank you for all of this. i can’t help but feel a bit bad about it, though.”

simon hummed in confusion, his mouth full of eggs as he glanced up.

“you’re always doing so much, and i don’t thank you enough.” y/n sipped their juice, looking at the array of food with guilt.

“you do plenty!” he argued, swallowing. “though, some kisses wouldn’t hurt.” simon grinned.

“what am i doing over here, then?!” they joked, rising from your seat to sit next to simon.

the rest of the day had been filled with giggles and kisses, though neither had been complaining.

[winterscaptain]

march.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: as always, a very special thanks to aimz for making this whole series happen. you’re my right hand babes! couldn’t do it without you. this installment comes to you live from the Fucked Season 11 Timeline (that aimz, of course, helped me build). enjoy!

words: 900 warnings: language, pregnancy, canon-typical gambling (lmao)

summary: “bond didn't defend the practice. he simply maintained that the more effort and ingenuity you put into gambling, the more you took out.” ― ian fleming, casino royale. au!november 2015

masterlist | a joyful future masterlist | ajf faq | taglist | what do you want to see next?

edited for continuity august 31st, 2021

“And, just like that, what will hopefully be my last book is in print!” Dave shows off the final manuscript with a flourish, dropping it in the middle of the conference room table. 

You laugh with the rest of the team, offering all manner of congratulations and well-wishes, but your heart isn’t really in it. Aaron disappeared to the upstairs office after one phone call upon your arrival to the federal building this morning and you haven’t seen him since. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried. Montolo has been causing trouble lately, and it has everyone wound pretty tight. 

On top of all that, you’ve been meaning to find a time to tell the team about the baby, maybe take everyone out to dinner or something, but everything seems to be moving so fast you can hardly sit down, let alone share anything about your personal lives. 

You are pushing it though. You’re starting to show and you’ve had to let out your work pants as they get tighter, cover the tightness of your shirts with coats and cleverly-tied blazers, etc. Today, it’s a sweatshirt. 

Fuck it. It’s Saturday. 

Aaron and Emily walk in, looking more than a little concerned. You meet his eyes and offer him the smallest of smiles. He barely returns it - it’s more in his eyes than his mouth. 

“It seems the time for good news is over,” Emily says. “Unless anyone else has anything life-changing to share.” There’s a note of sarcasm in her voice, but your eyes inadvertently flicker to Aaron. 

After a moment, you check to make sure you haven’t given yourselves away.

You miss Dave, studying you both. “Something tells me we’re not finished with the good news.” He laces his fingers. “Am I right?”

The room quiets and everyone looks at you, the subject of Dave’s scrutiny. You clear your throat and Aaron rounds the table, standing behind you with his hands braced on the back of your chair. “Is anyone doing anything in March?” You ask. “Say… around the twenty-fourth?”

They all look a little puzzled, some shaking their heads just the barest amount.

You can’t hold back the smile on your face as you tell him, “Just checking. I would hate to interrupt any prior engagements with a trip to Walter Reed.” 

Aaron snorts. Smooth. 

You tap his hand. Shut up. 

Aaron snorts and Derek frowns. “What do you -” 

All at once, the confusion clears from his face, leaving him with a blinding smile. “You’re kidding.” 

You shake your head. “March 24th. A boy.” 

Derek leaps out of his chair and meets you in the middle, picking you up and swinging you in a circle. When he lets you go, he clasps Aaron’s hand in his, grabbing onto his shoulder. They exchange a few words, but your ears are buzzing so much you can’t hear them. 

Dave appears out of nowhere, taking your face in his hands and kissing you on both cheeks before planting a kiss right on your mouth.

 You laugh, smacking his chest. “Don’t get fresh with me, Dave. I’m married now.” 

“Never stopped me before.” He winks at you. 

“Wait!” Emily stops all of you. “March? March 24th?” 

You look at her, turning over your shoulder. “…Yeah.” 

“I knew it!” Her voice is a triumphant shout. “It’s November. You got married in September and you’re due in March. You said spring when you told me. That math does not add up.” She looks unfairly smug. “It doesn’t add up, does it JJ?” 

JJ shakes her head. “Nope.” 

“Pay up, Tara. That’s fifty.” Emily holds out her hand. 

Tara, looking rather hassled, pulls out her wallet and unearths some folded bills. “You knew, didn’t you?” 

“Mhmm.” Emily snatches them from her hand, counting fifty. “You’ve been holding on to this for a while. I’m surprised you even had it on you.” 

Tara shrugs. “Can’t be caught unprepared, Prentiss.” 

Aaron looks at Emily like she’s grown a second head. 

You imagine you look much the same. “You put money on this? That’s not fair.” 

JJ explains, looking at you as she pulls out her wallet. “We had a bet on whether you were pregnant at the wedding or not. The second bet -” 

“Whoa.” Aaron stops her, holding a hand out. “Second bet?” 

“Well, yeah, Hotch, if you’d let me finish,” JJ continues with a sardonic look to your section chief. “I was going to say the second bet was how far along. So.” She turns to you again. “How many weeks?” 

With a sigh, you try to remember. “Twelve?” Looking up at Aaron for confirmation, you still don’t sound sure when you repeat yourself. “Twelve.” 

As usual, he delivers a prompt confirmation. “Twelve.”

You turn back to JJ. “Twelve.”

With a smirk, she puts her wallet away and holds out her hand. “Gimme my cut, Em. I’ve earned it.” 

You scoff and look to Emily again. “What was the bet?” 

“I bet eight, JJ bet twelve.” 

Aaron wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your temple. “So much for a case briefing - it seems our predictability has bit us in the ass once more, my darling.” 

Everyone’s laughing, and maybe, just maybe, you let yourself feel a little joy.

+++

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[agent-calivide]

I saw this was mostly resolved in the... comments? is that what that's called? but I figured I'd throw in my two cents on the matter since I think everyone in this fandom has seen my posts about it and I have a ton of first hand experience with it

It's a collection of things, all which make it kinda hard to talk about without it coming off wrong. But, in summary-

Phoenix tends to be perceived as they/them with a more masculine fashion and presentation over all because classic James Bond and all that, Juniper comes off as incredibly flamboyant and effeminate but not in a stereotypical "lol, look at this homosexual man [derogatory and/or fetishizing]" way that's common in a lot of media and fandoms with an mlm character. John can easily fit into the box of "good potential representation without being a stereotype".

So saying "the enby character goes by she/her and this gay man likes women too" comes off as taking someone's queer interpretation out behind the barn and blowing its head off with both barrels of a shotgun from what I've seen. The kneejerk reaction is that you're setting them to cishet even though she/her isn't inherently cis and mlw isn't inherently het.

It's not a deliberately malicious loathing of fem phoenix or John being with a woman, it's just accidentally being overly protective over headcanons and making head-ass jokes over a specific personal interpretation without thinking how it'll come off sort of blanket statement or down right shitty to others. Still feels like a slight and probably is tied to some internalized misogyny being woven into the fandom, but I don't believe it's ever truly with the goal of being rude.

At least, I hope it's an accident. Either way, I appreciate seeing someone other than me talking about it- sometimes I worry I'm taking everything personal or coming off like a broken record.

Why do people hate the idea of John Juniper with a woman/fem Phoenix? /gq

[transmasc-wizard]

gonna ramble about Gender and how the fuck it goes on in the GFS cast now. did anyone ask? no. am i doing it anyway? yeah, cause im thinking about Gender and now i wanna talk about it

taglist @the-gay-lady-of-ravenclaw-tower @stormharbors, @citywillow (eyyy it worked this time), @timelybees

feel free to ignore lmao it's not super plot-relevant, but its... kinda? probably? character relevant. if ur curious it's under the cut, in order of narrators

so Angel's gender is lesbian. like, they very much say "fuck gender". their gender is "i like girls". that's established in the 2nd scene of the entire book. she uses she/they and i tend to just... pick a pronoun for each scene and stick to it? when i'm rambling about them on tumblr i switch it up because i dont Care but in-story, i stick to one per scene. But yeah angel doesn't really... have a gender in a normal acceptable cis girl way, in Modern Earth Terms she'd probably (?) use 'agender'. although i feel like them using she/they means people would assume she's, like, a demigirl, and that's cool! in my head she is simply genderqueer/nonbinary and is only specifically agender if i'm *pressed* to choose.

Bea's a cis girl, she/her, nothing Schmancy, she's a cool ally (transphobia doesn't really. exist systemically in GFS but like she's nice about everything).

Hope's genderfluid/multigender, she/he/they. he's kind of just chilling and one of the only characters who will switch pronouns mid scene, because their gender actually switches. Her relationship with her gender is pretty much just "meh. it changes. i dont care" although the one thing is when he's a guy, he's not okay with fem terms at all. (masc terms when female and gendered terms when agender are fine though.) I don't know or care what their AGAB is, btw.

Corey's a trans guy, he/him. he's Really Fucking Attached to his gender. Being a guy is important to him. Important note: corey grew up/is in an abusive as fuck environment, and while he doesn't face shit for being trans in a "trans is bad" way, his mother just... doesn't want to spend money on making him happier. So his 'transition' is very much "oliver cuts my hair at the kitchen sink, i burn my dresses, i borrow clothes from my fellow odd little gender gremlins, you call me 'corey' and 'he' or i stab you". also magic HRT & magic top surgery are Things in this world and they're Things he gets. eventually. at some point.

Oliver's my little genderqueer gremlin. he mostly uses 'he' because gender is a scam anyway and he forgets that Most People see 'he' as a gendered word, but they're cool with 'they' too. he and angel kinda have the same gender, though his sometimes fluxes to more masculine while hers doesn't. oliver is the one most likely to be called 'bad' enby rep because he uses 'they' in, like, 3 scenes per book, but... he doesn't fucking care, bud. see above 'gender is a scam'. call him a man, a boy, a void, he, they, sir, ma'am, mx, even she if you really wanna, just don't call them a woman (girl's fine tho) and we're good. his gender is lazy. he wouldn't date someone only attracted to women (e.g. angel, a lesbian) but other than that... anything goes.

Rowan's gender.... oh boy. she's afab and uses she/her which is enough to make everyone assume she's a girl, and they're right. she's a girl. the thing is. the back of her mind says 'i'm more than one, my gender is girl but it's ALSO something else'. she's bigender, definitely. she/it/they. she doesn't use it till the very last book and it's basically a "corey and tasya only" privilge to know she uses 'it' but she does. (they publically switch to she/they.) It's partially because rowan's aro-allo & kinda loveless and feels like that affects their abilities to be a Proper Girl, and partially because just ever since it was little rowan felt like it just Had more than one gender. she's always been that way. basically rowan is a bigender girl/xenogender person and i love her and she's not she/her, it's she/it/they but... that's a thing they don't acknowledge for themself till the Very Very end.

was there a point to this post??? yes. characterization. also the fact that i have One binary dude in my cast... interesting.

but basically short version: angel's gender is No with a side of 'vaguely fem perhaps, in the lesbian sense', bea's is girl, Hope's is Yes, corey's is boy, oliver's is Meh, and rowan's is 'girl but also no but also yes but also xenogender but also the fucking VOID'.

have a nice day drink water and if you read this whole post... wow. thanks

[iximaz]

Blood-Forged ch2

Summary: Din takes his young charge to a new planet with a new plan to hide. It quickly goes sideways after he meets another Mandalorian who has never seen her own kind.

Characters: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin), Baby Yoda, enby!fem!OC

Pairings:��Slow burn Din Djarin/OC because it turns out I’m a thirsty hoe

Warnings: Eh, right now it’s just in light PG-13 territory. Mentions of family death, some blood/violence/bodily harm. Will probably end up becoming smut later.

Word Count: 1466 (indefinite chapter count coming)

Part 1 Part 2 (you’re here!) Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

They made it back to the ship and Din led Aysa up the ramp; he waited, arms crossed, until the door was closed before he spoke. “Call me Din,” he said.

Aysa pulled her helmet off, blowing her bangs out of her face. “That determined to not let anyone else know, huh?”

Din nodded. Seeing her with her helmet off left his skin crawling uncomfortably, but he shoved it to the back of his mind.

“I’m not calling you Mandalorian out there,” Aysa said, setting her helmet on a nearby crate and folding her arms to mimic his posture. “Not unless you want to do the same. I’m just as much Mandalorian as you are.”

Din just turned and headed to the cramped medbay, where he rummaged in one of the cabinets for his container of bacta swabs. Aysa trailed in after him, and he set the container on the narrow counter for her to help herself.

“You said you take merc jobs here?” Din asked, and Aysa nodded as she peeled the wrapping off.

“Was just checking the payment details for my last run,” she said, and dabbed gingerly at her scabby lip. The tear slowly began to close up into a faint white scar. “It’s not a ton of money, but it keeps me pretty comfortable.”

“Would it be enough to pay for repairs?” Din asked.

Aysa glanced around the battered old junker of a ship and made a face. “Maybe a few jobs would be enough,” she finally said. “Is it urgent?”

Din hesitated, then shook his head. “Was hoping to lay low here for a bit,” he said.

Aysa’s eyebrows went up. “Well—if you need somewhere to stay—I could offer you, uh—“ Her face scrunched up for a moment as she tried to remember the word. ”Morut. Haven?”

Great. That put him in a bit of a bind—it was the Way to extend refuge to fellow Manda, and it would be incredibly rude of him to refuse. But the child was not one of them, and he doubted her invitation would be extended. Besides, the fewer people who knew about him, the better.

A soft cooing from the door caused Aysa to spin around, drawing her blaster and aiming it at the source. Din lunged to put himself between the child and the weapon, but Aysa was already lowering it when she got a good look at her target.

“Is that a baby?” she demanded.

The kid peered around Din’s leg briefly before hiding behind him again, hands curling in the fabric of his flightsuit.

“I’ve been looking after him,” Din grudgingly admitted, and was surprised when Aysa’s expression softened.

“Is he your Foundling?” she asked.

The question caught Din off-guard and it took him a minute to find the words. “No,” he finally said. “Like I said: I’ve been looking after him.”

Aysa crouched down so she was closer to the baby’s eye level. “Hey, little one,” she said. “Din’s been taking good care of you, I’ll bet.”

Din bristled internally. “I have,” he said shortly, and Aysa glanced up at him.

“I meant it,” she said.

“…I know,” Din lied. He was unfortunately used to people giving him crap for not doing a better job with the kid. Personally, he thought they should try looking after a toddler with both the entire Bounty Hunter’s Guild and the remnants of the Empire breathing down their necks the whole time. See how well they did then.

The kid peered around his leg again and tentatively extended a finger towards Aysa. She smiled and held her own finger out until their hands touched. She had an odd look on her face, and she glanced up at Din. “You feel that?” she asked.

Din looked down at her. “What?”

“The kid, it’s like…. I dunno,” Aysa said. She kept staring into the deep, dark eyes, like pools of onyx. She felt lost in them, drawn in by some unseen power. “Like I can sort of feel he’s there.”

“You are touching him,” Din pointed out, and Aysa wrenched her gaze away.

“Does he have a name?”

Din hesitated.

“…How long have you had him?”

Din briefly closed his eyes. “A few months.”

“You’ve had him for a few months and you haven’t given him a name?”

Din half-lifted his hands in agitation. “I’ve been calling him a Womp-Rat, it’s worked fine for now.”

Aysa groaned. “Well, if you aren’t going to give him a name—“

“I will,” Din insisted. “At some point.”

“Well, I can’t just call him ‘Womp-Rat’,” Aysa said. “Baby?”

“Call him Baby if you want, I don’t care.” Din picked Baby up and carried him back to the bunk. “You were supposed to have a nap,” he scolded.

Baby reached out for his face, claws scraping lightly against the visor as he cooed.

Din sighed and set him down. “Stay,” he repeated.

Aysa leaned against the doorframe of the medbay, watching with a neutral expression carefully fixed on her face. Maybe Din was onto something about the helmet rule. “He might not be your Foundling, but you’re definitely his dad,” she said.

“We have the same ears,” Din said dryly.

“And hair, I’ll bet,” Aysa said. She glanced at Baby. “You wanted to lay low because of him?”

Din nodded.

“Alright.” Aysa let out a low breath. “I can point you towards some jobs,” she finally said. “There’s too many for me to claim them all, you shouldn’t have any trouble finding work. My apartment’s not too far from here—we could put Baby in a crate, hide him under a blanket, get him there easily enough.”

Din stifled a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“Great, glad that’s settled,” Aysa said. “I think you owe me some information now.”

Din’s stomach turned over, not just at the memory but at the knowledge of what he’d have to break to her. “Yes.”

“About the Mandalorians.”

Din turned and climbed up the ladder into the cockpit; Aysa followed, ignoring the way her armor pinched uncomfortably. She was used to it by now.

Din was already sitting in the pilot’s seat when she came up, and he gestured at the seat in the corner. She sat, watching him nervously.

“It was called the Purge,” Din said. He turned back to the galaxy map, calling up a hologram of Mandalore—now a desolate, smoking wasteland. “It didn’t happen overnight, but Mandalore was driven almost to extinction. The tribe that took me in was one of the first to go into hiding. How long ago was your clan killed?”

“Sixteen, almost seventeen years ago,” Aysa said. “I was four.”

That made her a little over a decade younger than him, then. He nodded, head bowed in sympathy. “Yours was one of the last to be wiped out,” he said. “My tribe thought we were the only ones left. There’s about thirty of us now, but our numbers keep growing with Foundlings as the years pass.”

Aysa looked like she wanted to ask something; Din could guess what.

He killed the hologram so they wouldn’t have to look at it. “You want to join?”

And at this, she hesitated. “It would mean adopting your Way,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

“I think so, yes,” Din said, almost apologetically.

Aysa slumped back in her seat. “I couldn’t do that,” she said. “I… I know I don’t have much of a history with my culture, but it is mine. A-and if I’m the only one who’s left, I gotta preserve what I can, don’t I?”

Din nodded. “I understand,” he said, and he did. It was hard, impossibly so, to give up your sense of self for the sake of fitting in. His thoughts wandered to Omera and he wondered briefly how her village was faring.

“Would I still be allowed to… meet them, maybe?” Aysa asked hopefully, and Din could have kicked himself.

“Of course,” he said. “They would be pleased to know others survived.”

Aysa beamed and threw her arms around his neck before he could react; he startled and pushed her off him and she backed away, apologizing profusely.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, I just—it’s like—I’m sorry, I’m just, you know?” she said, wringing her hands.

Half-amused by her enthusiasm, half-nettled at having his personal space invaded, he nodded. “I know,” he said. “It’s good to not be alone.”

“When can I meet them?” Aysa asked, her eyes shining.

Din gnawed on his lip. When he finally spoke, he sounded rather sheepish. “That’s just the thing,” he said. “I don’t know where they are.”

Aysa’s face fell briefly before determination took its place. “Well then,” she said. “Guess that means we’ll just have to go find them.”

[psychicwonu-blog]

sleepover

 Anon Asked:  hi, could I request something fluffy with Twice’s Sana? under unusual circumstances she has to share a bed with her crush (fem or gender neutral) and then a confession? thank you, I’m such a sucker for stuff like this lol

Group: Twice

Member/Pairing: Sana x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, non-idol!AU, and a liiiil bit of angst, bc I couldn’t help it:((

Summary: Sana and Y/N catch up after months apart when they just happen to be at the same place, same time. 

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: ahhhhh I’m so glad my first request since coming back is for Twice!! I love them so much, and I’ve missed them. Thanks for sending this in, anon, I really hope you like it. I went with a fem reader bc it’s what I’m more used to, and I’m a lil rusty rn sooo. BUT! if any of y’all want male/enby/etc reader x Twice (or anyone) just ask and you shall receive!

Sana stood on her tippy toes, stretching her body as much as she could in an attempt to scan the small 7-Eleven for that familiar face. She weaved through some aisles, ducked past other shoppers, and silently jogged through the rest of the store to catch up. 

You were standing at the back, scanning over the many assortments of cheap alcohol. She was hesitant to approach you but ultimately decided to once you had a six-pack of the best beer a convenience store had to offer in hand. Sana let out a quick breath as you turned around. 

“Hi,” she waved. You were stunned, momentarily, as she flashed her toothy grin at you. 

“Hi.” you murmured, adjusting the right strap of your tattered backpack. She smiled at the floor, tucking some hair behind her ear. You watched her silently, unsure of what to do. 

“It’s been a while.” she giggled. Sana rocked lightly on her heels, holding a small bag of starbursts in her hands. You smiled back at her, nodding your head. Your hand mindlessly ran up and down your arm, as you thought about what you should say.

“Yeah,” you huffed. “What have you been up to, Sana?” Hearing you say her name still sent chills down her spine. Suddenly she recalled the first time she saw you. 

The atmosphere of the club wasn’t ideal. Sana liked going out, but there was something off about that night. She’d been begging her friends for hours to go home until she bumped into you. Bright smile, tight dress, dark makeup. Her mood changed completely as you turned around, apologizing for almost spilling your drink on her. 

“I’m Y/N,” you’d told her, stretching your arm out. Her palm was clammy, and her fingers shook as she gripped your hand.

“Sana,” she whispered, her voice was barely audible over the loud music of the club, but your proximity had allowed you to understand. Her voice was soft, and she’d seemed dazed. “It’s nice to meet you.” she smiled. 

She shrugged her shoulders as her cheeks flushed, pressing her lips together.  “Nothing really,” she sighed, scrunching up her nose. “just traveling with some friends.”

“Yeah? I didn’t expect to see you in here,” you tell her. She smiles. 

“I didn’t think you’d leave Korea, at least not so soon,” Sana admitted. An awkward silence settled in around the both of you as you maintained eye contact. “Small world, though, huh?” she tried to break the tension. “I’m glad to see you. You look good.”

“I’m glad to see you, too. Where are you staying”

“Some cheap hotel in the city,” she told you, walking beside you up to the counter. “I can’t remember how to say the name, but I remember how to get there.” The cashier looked between the both of you, rolling his eyes.

“Is all this stuff together, or you guys paying separately?” he asked. You began pulling out your wallet when Sana shouted “Together!” in her adorable English accent. You still shook your head, protesting the idea. 

“It’s fine,” Sana cooed, shrugging off the sour attitude of the store clerk.

“I’ll need to see some ID,” he told her, his voice monotone. She pulled out her passport and handed it to him with both hands, smiling. His mood never lifted, and he handed her document back to her. “Here,” he said, pushing the bag so far it nearly fell off the counter. 

The two of you left the store, and you held the door open for Sana, thanking her for buying your things. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.” she laughed. “So, where are you living now?”

“Funny story, actually. My roommate kicked me out a few hours ago.” you laughed. Sana’s expression was serious. “I mean, not permanently or anything,” you assured her. “She’s just got her asshole boyfriend over, so I have to find somewhere else to sleep for the weekend.”

“She seems very inconsiderate,” Sana frowned. You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. “You can stay with me, you know...if you want. I won a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, so I got my own room this trip!”

“Really? You won?” you teased her. She scoffed, pulling out some Starbursts. 

“Of course I did. Anyway, you want to? We should catch up.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll come.”

Sana smiled, twirling some of your hair around her finger. Her head rested on your shoulder as she softly sang along to the song that blasted from the TV. Her friends danced, jumped, and swayed along to the beat, teasing the two of you about how close you sat together.

“How much longer will you be here? These past few weeks have been so fun!” her friend Momo laughed. Her breath had been heavy from dancing, she plopped down beside you, tilting her head. 

“I’m not sure. I don’t really want to leave,” you told her. Sana then squeezed your arm subtly. You looked over at her for a split second, took in her expression, then panned your eyes over all of her friends. “I like it here, and you guys are fun.”

“Yeah! You should try to find a good job here! Or maybe start going to school here!” Nayeon smiled.

“Yeah, that’d be really great,” you told them.

You followed Sana through the city, bumping shoulders with her every now and then. She told you about her plans and how long she planned on being in the states. Your eyes scanned her face carefully. She still looked the same. KIller smile, big bright eyes, soft skin. 

Unbeknownst to you, she’d been doing the same thing. Sneaking glances every now and then when you weren’t looking. Sana tried to muster up the courage to talk about everything that happened before you left but for now, she knew things needed to be taken slow. 

Maybe that was the problem, maybe she messed everything up before. You’d only known each other for five or six weeks, and she’d fallen in deep. It’s not uncommon, two people finding each other in unusual positions. Being friends, but actually being involved in something much deeper than just a friendship. Still, it makes it no easier to be the one drowning.

“Here we are,” she sighed. You looked around the room, noting that it was spacious, especially for the price, but there was only one bed. Sana noticed your expression and spoke up. “Yeah, about that,” she giggled. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“C’mon, no way.”

“We’ll figure out sleeping arrangments later, then.” 

You spent most of the night watching movies, talking, and finishing the six-pack you’d previously gotten. Sana was a lot more confident after downing a few drinks. Even something as tame and watered down as convenience store beer boldened her actions. She wasn’t afraid to lean against you, play with our hair, or wrap her arms around you. 

You’ve missed the feeling of her skin against yours. You knew the moment you left you’d regret not saying bye, at least, but the thought of being in love scared you more than you’d like to admit. Especially with someone like Minatozaki Sana. If perfection in people existed, she had it. Nothing about her was flawed to you. From her funny and caring personality to her slim and petite figure. 

“What are you thinking about?” she yawned from beside you.

“You sound sleepy,” you told her, effectively changing the subject. She nodded, stretching her arms up into the air. 

“I am,” she whispered. You helped her onto the bed, removing her socks and fluffing the stiff hotel pillows. It didn’t do much, but Sana was thankful for the gesture. “Sleep here,” she cooed, patting the pillow next to hers. You hesitated, running your eyes over her face. “if you sleep on the floor you’re gonna kill your back.” Sana giggled, sounding much more innocent than she had moments before.

“True,” you shrugged. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna change.”

“Okay,” 

Sana’s mind began racing as you entered the bathroom. She wasn’t sure if telling you about how she felt was the right move. Getting so close to you is what caused things to go wrong in the first place. At the same time, being so far away from you and not being able to keep in touch was excruciating. 

“I have to tell her,” she thought to herself, but truth be told she didn’t know how to. As you came out of the bathroom, clad in silky black shorts and a baggy long sleeve t-shirt, she decided you were still the most beautiful person she’s ever seen. Your hair, your lips, your figure, all compiled together, manifesting a real-life goddess. 

“What is it?” you asked as you slipped under the covers, turning on to your side so that you faced the girl in front of you. She was grinning from ear to ear.

“Nothing. I just missed this, you know? Hanging out with you.” she tucked her long hair behind her ear and adjusted her head on her pillow. You smiled too, agreeing. 

“Me too,”

“Well, I’m glad.” she smiled. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence. She played with your fingers, massaging patterns into your palms, and laughed at your expressions when she tickled you. It was evident that “just friends” would never be something you could label your relationship as. You knew it, Sana knew it, and you both had a pretty solid feeling that it wasn’t and never was really hidden. 

“Um,” Sana cleared her throat. Laughing and cringing at her own sudden awkward shyness. Her cheeks flushed, and her heartbeat sped up. You knew what was coming, but you let her speak anyways. “in case it isn’t obvious, I really like you. And I have for a long time.”

Despite knowing she was about to bring this up, it still overwhelmed you. Only this time it wasn’t like before. You didn’t feel scared or intimidated. Something was telling you to just accept it and be happy. 

“I know.” you smiled back at her. “I really like you, too.”

She pulled your face to hers and did what you’d both been yearning for. Months of confusing feelings and waging war on yourself finally came to an end. “Let’s just start over, okay? And no more ghosting.”

“I promise,” you grinned, pulling her in for another kiss. 

[comfortable-floof]

I wonder if the fact that I kind of, withhold happiness from myself in so many aspects in life even to the point of the little things like the fact that I prefer he/they to she/her, that it bleeds into transphobia and general hatred in the way I see other people because,

I do actually notice I get irrationally annoyed when people correct me on the pronoun usage when referring to other people, in the "If I have to deal with this shit one mistake shouldn't warrant this kind of bitching, urgh." and... I really fucking hate that??? Like that initial thought is so nasty and unkind and, I don't want that to be me. I don't want to let my experiences of bigotry from other people shape me into a nasty person. I'm scared that it will. this is me being uncomfortably honest with myself, I think the fact that I tolerate so much stepping over of me, that especially to other enbies, I tend to me so much more nastier in my own head because it feels unfair that I (even though this is kind of self inflicted) never get acceptance so why should I hand it to others?

I feel like, even on the level of just for other people, my denial of the self isn't healthy. it's made me act and feel so much more nastier and I hate it. I think I might go ask a couple more friends to refrain from she/her and feminine coded language and lean more towards masc/neutral ones.

I'm also just really, really, really afraid, because the way I generally am and the things I enjoy are all fem coded, and there's a fair chunk of internalised misogyny here too, I feel like I don't '''deserve''' to be seen as an enby. like the things like fashion, makeup, etc. are all gender neutral, and I believe that, but I don't get why I feel like since I'm AFAB, me liking makeup and fashion makes me inherently more 'woman' than anything else but if someone who is AMAB likes the same, they don't have that, almost corrupting connotation.  I mean it makes sense why I'm so, like built-in terrified, I literally live in a place where I am in a lot of potential danger if not at the least ridicule if the wrong person found out. And my gender expression is far outside the binary which, the majority of people who don't understand, and a lot of times even if they are queer they still don't understand. I constantly joke about being 'still cis tho', and I think it's a big chunk of self hatred and internalised transphobia because I reaaally do not want to admit who I am to myself. I don't want me to be happy. With obvious regards to safety, I want to be more brave. Honest to fuck I don't want to be friends with people I'm not comfortable disclosing my gender identity to, because I would never tolerate that kind of treatment for my other trans friends, like no person is a friend of mine if they would discriminate against my other friends. and goddamnit I need to stand for that.  Today I woke up less depressed than I have in a while, and it does feel a little bit like opening the window and curtains to let a bit of sunshine in after I've been in depression cave for a while, and it feels good. I have clarity again and in a way, I can breathe again. and I'm willing to be kind to myself again. I have this dream, sort of, or well since I'm very very very stuck in my living situation which is, less than fun and very much not the indie coming of age movie with girl in red-esque music playing in the background with orange glowing streetlights casting a soft hue on two teenagers (one being me) talking about life and shit and being profound or whatever like since none of that is happening right now I spend a lot of my time imagining scenes like that... I have this dream of going to a pride parade with all of my queer friends, the funny gay people in my phone and some of the, albeit very very few but still, ones I've met in real life,I have a binder on and no one is judging me, I'm probably wearing an unbuttoned button up over it, and a pretty skirt, I've grown out my hair super long and I don't give a fuck what other people say about it, and I've braided yellow, white, black, and purple ribbons into both of them, wednesday addams style but waaayy longer, I'm talking hip length braids- and we're screaming lyrics to queer af songs and my stomach hurts like I've done ab exercises for a millenia straight because I'm laughing that hard, and my face and jaw is equally sore from smiling.

I'm, really, really, fucking depressed and suicidal a lot of the time but, I hope I get to live out the scenes in my head at least once, and at least a few of them, and that I finally think to myself:

"I'm. Fucking. Alive."

And there's the unspoken sentence of:

"And this feels fucking euphoric, and this is what living is, it wasn't the miserable, bleak, lie my depression tells me, nor what my tormenters prophesised, life is cackling with my friends until my stomach hurts, life is cuddles with the ones I love, life is reading good books when it's raining outside, life is worth it."

[soonsluv]

oh, im sorry forgot the tw. TW:TRANSPHOBIA

exactly. just by saying you're trans, you're literally risking your life. transphobes are literally the reason trans people are afraid to come out.

Brazil is the #1 country in killing trans people. like, imagine seeing ur whole life that people can kill you just for being who you are. i tried my whole life to deny to myself that that was not who i was. that i was a girl and i was happy. but i wasn't. i never was. I'm still not happy. cause nobody knows it. if it was so hard for me to accept this, I'm afraid no one will understand what i am. who i am.

Portuguese is a very gendered language, where there's always 2 forms for most adjectives and nouns, there's 1 for the masculine (men) and 1 for the feminine (women). but, because of more people identifying with terms like non binary and genderfluid, there has been some changes. but it sounds so different from what we learned since we were kids. i don't feel validated in my own language.

and sometimes the worst part is that i don't even know who i am. because i still live w my dad, i still dress pretty femme and have long hair, I'm short and skinny, and i feel like people will always perceive me as a girl. so i just feel like I'm not good enough to identify as non binary or genderfluid. I'm too femme. i just wish people saw me as person, not a girl nor a boy, just a person, and liked me for who i am and my personality.

(I'm really sorry for the long message. i just thought I'd share this.)

also, don't apologize for resting rain!! u deserve it.

i looked it up and Belgium is 4 hours ahead, so yes, it was and still is the afternoon here.

i hope you have a good friday bb!! <3

- ☕

tw// transphobia

i’m so sorry to hear that latte :((

there are way too many ppl that think we’re withholding the fact that we’re trans to trick ppl while it’s mostly for our safety and out of fear of rejection. we’re scared it might be too complicated for them to understand, that they might cut us off for something we can’t control. coming out isn’t always this big relief they often portray in movies and shows and keeping it a secret just makes us boil inside.

i’m rwandese but the first language i learned was french and since it’s also a latin language, i have the same problem. when i came out to french speaking friends and they asked how they should refer to me, i had no answer. i still don’t do they we agreed to keep using fem terms for me(bc male pronouns make me feel wanna puke) but it still hurts.

and yes wtf!!! when i meet ppl and they automatically use fem terms and pronouns for me, i get so confused bc in my head it obvious that i’m not a woman nor a man. don’t get me wrong, i still have a feminine voice and body, i have mirrors in my house. i know what i look like, yet it still stuns me every fucking time. but that’s the thing, latte. clothes don’t have a gender, neither do voices or bodies or genitalia. it’s a social concept that isn’t universal nor timeless. we made it up and rules change constantly as they are only here to restrain us. non binary isn’t being androgynous nor is it even a gender. non binary is being non binary. it’s an umbrella term for everyone that isn’t 100% woman or man, which is A LOT of ppl. there’s no right way to look like an enby, man or woman. you just are.

(and i ended up having the worst friday, i still have a bunch of bruises from thursday lmao)