#let people be themselves

[spacedadsupport]

Jean-Luc Picard @SpaceDadSupport No celebrity, no writer, no politician, no medical professional, no family member, nobody gets to dictate your identity to you but yourself. I, for one, entirely support you for the real you that you are today and however that identity changes or not as you learn and grow. 6:22 PM · Aug 24, 2024

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[twinaquapisces]

There does not exist a cult that forces people to be trans

Hi, I have no idea when you said this but I do have a general memory of when about the last time I said such a thing was. And yknow what?

You are absolutely 100% correct. 😃

Trigger warning for further reading. Triggers listed below the cut.

I will be making mentions to abuse, gaslighting, some very stupid decision making on my part, and the altering of one's own beliefs to match someone else's.

So yes, you are correct. There is no cult forcing people to be trans. Unfortunately what does exist is people with so much hatred and an incredibly unfair amount of charismatic talent. Enough at least to take the beliefs, ideals, and very personality of someone who foolishly fell in "love" at a point in life that should have been spent focusing on bettering mental health.

It's me, I'm the foolish person. And the person full of hatred was my "ex". Who I met firmly knowing that I was: Asexual. Some level of transmasc (still had some figuring out to do). And completely unaware of how to survive the world without guidance.

My mistake was in trusting that "ex" to be said guidance. It should have been enough warning to turn away when he denied my asexuality. It should have been enough warning to run away when his wife told me flat out what kind of man her husband is. But I was foolish and stubborn. And I stayed and let that man turn my entire mind inside out over the course of four years.

I became so indoctrinated into his own views that I hated myself for ever thinking I could be trans. That I denounced ever considering I could be ace. That I eventually became trusted to help him attempt to break down a new young afab trans persons defenses and bring them into his world of pain and control.

I did a lot of things for that guy that I am ashamed of. Not least of all throwing away my very self to be his perfect doll. Spreading his toxicity to other people who never deserved being subject to such hatred. I am still waiting to be paired with a trauma therapist to work over things.

So once again, you are absolutely 100% correct. And I am grateful that I didn't see your ask until now because if I had seen it while I was still with him I would not have been able to give this sincere response. As of now I have been away from that monster for 1 year and 3 weeks. I have come to terms with my orientation and gender identity once more and with absolute certainty this time. Officially 5 months on T next week.

Overall this is not an excuse. There is no excuse to be an asshole with the facts of people's lives and identity. But it is a reason, because despite myself I genuinely thought those beliefs to be my own at the time. I am ashamed to have said these things, looking back and seeing how completely I allowed myself to be turned inside out and upside down.

Hi, I'm RJ. I'm transmasc enby, ace, and my pronouns are he/they. I'm recovering from a situation that changed every aspect of my identity and caused me to lash out and attack people online who didn't deserve that treatment. And I'm finally looking forward to a future where I can be my ture self. I hope I never make my past mistakes ever again. And there is no cult forcing people to be trans.

[cherruub]

The people with the most knowledge are often the ones who question themselves the most. It’s only when you understand how much there is to know that you realize just how much you haven’t learned yet

[magicsamart]

I firmly stand with the trans community and I always have. Every person should have bodily autonomy.

[huniegloom]

It's weird... I'm not sure if anyone has been in this situation but, I have always been in this in-between were on one side you've been told you're beautiful, cute, pretty, by not just people in your family, but by strangers as well as your peers. Then there is this other side were down right cruel and terrible people have told you straight to your face that you're weird, ugly, and undesirable to the point were you're even asked out as a joke the whole "My friend thinks you're cute" nonsense. Then there is you were you don't know what side to believe anymore. I used to be scared to change anything about myself because of it. I'm still am in some ways because trying to break the habit of trying to please everybody, and not taking everything to heart is just a tough thing to do. I'm sensitive, and very, very, awkward, but now a days I can look at myself and say hey I don't look too bad! I'm just not confident yet! I can definitely look ten times better than I am though, but I wanna transform myself into something I'm proud of. Something magical. Straight from a dark fairytale full of wonder. Something that makes me, feel more like me.

[mobilis-in-mobili]

That we are here is in itself equally amazing and terrifying.

Time decides which of them it is. Well, time, and water.

[charityreadsabookanddrinkswine]

I know hallmark movies aren’t the best. I know that their plots are predictable and cheesy. You don’t have to scoff at my desire to watch them. I’m not forcing you to watch it like them. Let me be me and like what I like.

[trans-androgyne]

Genuinely, what happened to “feminism is for everyone”?

That’s the feminism I grew up with: encouraging people to recognize that fighting sexism and restrictive gender roles helps folks of every gender. We’d push back on the idea that feminists hate men, pointing to inclusive feminist literature and how many men are feminists.

Now, there are so many people insisting that the solution to patriarchy is to openly hate and ostracize men no matter what. Why? What is the benefit? It’s certainly not effective in fighting oppressive structures to exclude half the population from your cause on the basis of immutable traits. It may feel cathartic to say horrible things about men and try to punish them for your frustrations with patriarchy. But the only actual effect I see is the increasing right-wing radicalization of young men, who are being told that the left hates them for the way they were born and presented with an abundance of proof that it’s true.

Why are we going back to treating men and women as different species? It doesn’t fix things to say “well women are the good gender and men are the bad one” this time. If you sincerely want to dismantle sexism, you’re going to have to unpack and let go of all sex and gender essentialism—even that which considers women inherently pure and men inherently immoral.

[apologyacceptedcaptainneeda]

Me: *at chain hair cut place getting a simple haircut*

Stylist: *referencing my sideburn little bits of hair and being all vague about them* can I point these?

Me: no, I prefer them squared off

Finishes haircut and I leave

Yup I’m not going to that location again, I’ll stick with the one I was going to before. Because at least there they didn’t flat out be like pushing towards more feminine styles. Like she didn’t ask if I wanted the neckline rounded or squared. I wanted squared but she just did rounded. At least she asked when it came to the sideburns even though she obviously didn’t like my choice she did square them. But still just yikes. Also they fucking deleted my profile notes from the system when I checked in. Because apparently someone used the same phone number or something? Idk. They didn’t really explain. Maybe the notes aren’t any location or something? Idk but yeah no that stylist is a no for me

[depression-pie]

The fact that replies are turned off really shows how many people grossly misinterpreted this post. Something something piss on the poor

The hard truth about autism acceptance that a lot of people don't want to hear is that autism acceptance also inherently requires acceptance of people who are just weird.

And yes, I mean Those TM people. Middle schoolers who growl and bark and naruto run in the halls. Thirtysomethings who live with their parents. Furries. Fourteen-year-olds who identify as stargender and use neopronouns. Picky eaters. Adults in fandoms. People who talk weird. People who dress weird.

Because autistic people shouldn't have to disclose a medical diagnosis to you to avoid being mocked and ostracized for stuff that, at absolute worst, is annoying. Ruthlessly deriding people for this stuff then tacking on a "oh, but it's okay if they're autistic" does absolutely nothing to help autistic people! Especially when undiagnosed autistic people exist.

Like it or not, if you want to be an ally to autistic people, you're going to have to take the L and leave eccentric, weird people alone. Even if you don't know them to be autistic. You shouldn't be looking for Acceptable Reasons to be mean to people in the first place. Being respectful should be the default.

[strangeracrossthestreet]

credits for the images:

letstalkpalestine

[star-trekster]

ST@CEC 4: Deep Space Nine; In Charles’s Shadow

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

[evanderlfragoso]

This is perfect.

Reddit wins this one

[Image ID: post from Reddit thread r/thelastofus titled "When is a gay relationship on screen not "political propoganda?""

Post reads: "It's the same criticism I see levied at the last episode over and over again. "I'm fine with gay people, but keep politics out of my entertainment."

I'm genuinely curious. How in the holy hell is a gay relationship pictured on screen inherently "political?"

It's maddening man. I'd prefer they just come out and say what they're actually thinking."

User catnap_kismet replies: "there are two sexualities, straight and political. there are two genders, male and political. there are two races, white and political. etc".

This reply has many awards and 1.2k upvotes

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Council of lovefools.

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[bigfatbreak]

In the changeling au, what does “keeping” mean? I know there’s the whole thing about faeries tricking people into “giving” them their names, but what actually happens in this au? Like what would the actual consequences be in a practical sense?

(And I assume nothing happens if Adrien just learns the names through other means bc they have to “give” it to him?)

it means that people who's names he has are susceptible to his illusions and persuasions, even if neither party knows it

they can't perceive what he doesn't want them to, and they're more likely to agree with what he asks, even if its wildly out of character for them. he doesn't know he has this power, he just thinks his friends are really nice to him

and yeah, if he learns someone's name secondhand, it doesn't count. it has to be a direct interaction, and it has to be comprehensible