#like this is shit i knew ever since i first interacted with a transphobe but it to this day blows me away

[uncanny-tranny]

I just have to say that it's so weird reading how transphobes think of trans bodies as mutilated and gross when they never would have thought my body pre-transition was worthy. The "argument" of mutilated beauty that transphobes have tossed around is just a fear mongering tactic, because they don't tend to actually love or appreciate and see value in bodies that don't "neatly" fit into male and female, with no overlap and no nuances.

[chibishortdeath]

Genuinely debating just deleting all my accounts and starting new doing something else because I am miserable. The Castlevania fandom is the worst fandom I’ve ever been in my whole life.

Vent under a cut. Read the warnings in the tags.

First time I started being a fan of it I was a young teenager. At the time I was heavily suicidal, playing SotN is what got me distracted enough not to do it. Started out with Instagram because that’s where I heard most people went to start an art portfolio and do commissions.

First few months of being a fan of the series the hashtags were frozen due to the election happening, so I, a suicidal teenager, was immediately subjected to graphic gore porn of my favorite character (Simon) who I turned to looking up for comfort that was stuck there until the hashtags were unfrozen. For months I could not turn to my source of comfort without seeing that, and turned to dissociating even worse than I already was instead. That was the first red flag.

After this I had some sincerely good experiences with some live streams. Genuinely nice people doing cosplay and gaming. But there was one person I watched who did not end up as good as everyone else. This person followed me, liked my outfit stories, talked to me in chat. I was still in high school. Not gonna go into details for anonymity’s sake, but long story short I got groomed. And at around the same time I had made another “friend” in the fandom who turned out to be homophobic and would take out all their problems on me, a teen, while they were a grown ass adult. Instagram continued to get worse. Found out someone I was close to made some racist rant behind my back. Found out another was a MAP. So on and so forth. And the worst part is how many people I knew who were close friends with these people, people who would not have believed me if I’d told them. Especially since some of them were more popular than I.

So I gave up on Insta, stopped posting, stopped talking, and I got a discord. Which started out fine! Found a small server of nice fans, made good friendships I still have. I had Reddit for a short amount of time and found out how dogshit it is when a smaller server I thought was cool started bullying a small artist for drawing gay fanart. I use it purely for game dev and vocaloid help questions now. Eventually I got the courage to come here, to tumblr. Months into that move I run into CP. And then several TERFs. And then a necrophile in the main tags. And then misogyny. And then racism. And then defending CP. Then a surge of transphobia. And then I get shit for getting the courage to call out CP. I try to go to YouTube to find content and escape— run into out in the open slurs and people bluntly claiming albino people aren’t human in comment sections about Juste. I try to watch videos and see the art of my groomer being used everywhere. I am constantly reminded that I am outnumbered.

I go back to discord. The main mod of it ends up interacting creepily with minors and is transphobic to my friends. Whole server blows up. Large amount of people take the mod’s side and blacklist us from a large amount of servers, gossiping about everyone involved to completely unrelated people while not telling the whole truth, all while being horrifically transphobic about a friend. Someone else in the server turns out to be an abusive piece of shit. I don’t even try making a twitter because it’s a hellhole anyway, and someone I’d know about from most other platforms I’d been on harassed a friend of mine on there. Not to mention the transphobic roleplay account that’s still around somehow.

I swear I have to block a new person in this fandom every. single. day. I swear some bullshit happens in this fandom every. single. day.

I want to draw a vampire hunter and not be absolutely thoroughly terrified that I am going to run into more vile shit and dangerous situations if I talk to anyone. I want to draw a vampire hunter and not be deeply afraid of meeting new people in this fandom. I want to draw a vampire hunter and not have my paranoia confirmed every day. I want to draw a vampire hunter and find comfort in doing so again.

Is that too much to ask.

[lynntbw]

I feel like an outsider in the lgbt community or more specifically the trans community and I know this might come off as me being hard to please but I legit I don’t feel like I belong cuz outside of being lgbt I have pretty much nothing in common with the vast majority of them I’ve seen(longish post btw)

-I’m not into a lot of the music that’s popular in these circles(hyperpop, house, metal, and most harder rock in general aren’t my thing)

-I don’t like loud concerts/clubs because the noise is just too much for me

-I refuse to participate in drugs and quite frankly we need to have a talk about how people romanticize drugs because it’s a serious issue

-Although I am on occasion willing to play some video games i wouldn’t call myself a gamer

-I don’t know or do anything involving coding or engineering

-This one I admit is a bit of a nitpick but even among the ones that do enjoy watching cartoons I’ve yet to come across any who are interested in animation the same way I am like rarely if ever do they talk about golden age stuff much it’s usually just anime, dramedies(mostly 2010s and later), baby shows, animated sitcoms, or stuff they’re nostalgic for and while I don’t dislike most of those things it does annoy me a bit how other things tend to be ignored.

Also while I can tolerate some things society has deemed cringe I do have my limits and I know this isn’t all trans women but the uwu puppygirl shit is painfully cringe and I hate how prominent it is on pretty much every platform I go looking for fellow trans fems not to mention the rather disturbing fetishes I’ve seen(especially incest like wtf is wrong with you) and I’m tired of holding my tongue or pretending to be someone I’m not just because I want to make friends and don’t want to be perceived as transphobic.

Ignoring Twitter since I was already on there and knew it wouldn’t work the first platform I tried to search for transfems on was TikTok but it didn’t take long for me to realize that it’s got the same issues most others have, more recently I’ve also tried multiple discord and reddit servers but all of them were like this(+ some were way too comfortable with right wing beliefs and/or zionism), tumblr isn’t as bad but ngl i feel like I’m talking to the void more often than not since I pretty much never get any interactions beyond brief small talk.

I’ve officially given up on looking exclusively for transfem spaces and am now hoping to find LGBT inclusive spaces that don’t feel the same as everything else cuz I hate being so lonely all the goddamn time, for the record I live in a mostly conservative small town so I don’t have anyone irl I can talk to about this and the few irl friends I did have all ghosted me.

This isn’t a sympathy begging post or anything like that I know I’m not entitled to these things and that far more important things are going on right now I just needed to get this off my chest.

[gutsfics]

7 for pre-relationship and 5 and 14 for general for avalon/thomas

pre-relationship

7. How do their friends and family feel about them as a couple?

Thomas' parents dont really understand it, bc If Youre Going To Date A Man, Why Are You Still Pretending To Be One? bc theyre. super transphobic & homophobic.

Rachel & their older brother, Michael (Simon's dad!!) support them, and the third brother is indifferent about it. hes mostly just glad that bc their parents r mad at Michael & Thomas, that means he gets to be the heir to the company their dad runs but has no opinion on the relationship itself (hes a bit homophobic too though. he just doesnt ever interact w them)

theres pretty big overlap between Thomas and Avalon's friends, and their friends like how they balance each other out. there are some friends that protest it, but its actually a bit of a stretch calling those people friends

RCD!Avalon's parents knew he was gay since he was in high school & supported him pretty quickly about it, but they didnt meet Thomas until the second time they dated. they were pretty on board w their relationship as soon as they learned about it though bc they knew Avalon had been having a rough time w it for a while & he's seeming pretty happy now

HWU!Avalon's parents dont know he's gay until he and Thomas start officially (but not publicly!) dating, and his mom finding out was unintentional. she was furious and upset w him at first, but after a bit she eventually comes around. he has zero relationship w his dad so he doesnt care to know that he thinks. Janey was 100% supportive from the get go and encouraged/teased him about it. the twins didn't care until they realized it meant Divorce, and that freaked them out bc Divorce Means Dad Moves Across The Country And We Never See Him Again, until he was like no we're all still living together. his brother is supportive in that ally-but-says-stupid-shit way

general

5. What is their height difference? Age difference? Do either matter to them?

Avalon is 1'3" (38.1 cm i think?) taller than Thomas and theyre about half a year apart in age. neither of these really matter, but Thomas does think its hot how much taller Avalon is. but height doesnt make or break relarionships for him

14. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

WHEN YOU WALK AWAY YOU DONT HEAR ME SAY PLEAAAAAAASE OH BABY DONT GO SIMPLE AND CLEAN IS THE WAY THAT YOURE MAKING ME FEEEEL TONIGHT

theres probably others but this is the only 1 i can think of rn

[reyggtv]

Just because two people admitted to doing something genuinely nasty does not mean that even the community on Twitter has a "major predator issue". The actions of ExJr and TZ are horrible for sure, I think we can all get behind that, but it should not represent a large majority of its community as a whole and honestly would be just straight up disrespectful and tasteless to imply that *everyone* on there are they like that. That is just not the case. Even the people who defended those people at the time clearly did not know the extent of the damage and only later knew just how serious things were after more details came up about it. Plus, also, a show made for kids, is going to have the majority of its fans, also be kids lol. Twitter is always going to be a place full of sick or weird people, especially with the person who’s running the site behind it that’s always going to be the case, but out of my 6 years of my time in the Hilda fandom I can say that the people who pose this much of a danger to others especially minors only make up a fraction of people I’ve ever interacted with. Most people just wanna make their fan art and OCs and move along with them, people sometimes dedicate years just to try and make something genuinely special that they’re happy about, as what I have been doing since 2018.

People don't want to be weird, people don't want to involve themselves with drama. I didn't even want to expose the things that TZ said on Twitter because I knew that it would only just create more tension than help solve anything, and plus, he was like my bestest ever friend, that shit hurt me. But at the same time I felt like I had to or else people were gonna start accusing that I was okay with "defending a pedo" even though clearly I wasn't.

I take these things very seriously and do not hold back on trying to hold anyone accountable for what they might've done. Not long ago I had to ban someone off my server because they decided to share porn with another minor, which is obviously a big no no and did not hesitate to ban that person as soon as that happened.

With all that being said, I know this post can come across as me trying to say "there has never been a predator problem in the Hilda community!" Well, that’s not exactly true, because while I think the majority of Hilda fans aren't as disgusting as some may make it out to be, the small minority that I've encountered has done some of the most distressing stuff I’ve ever went through.

When I was 14, still brand new in the Hilda community, I met a guy on Hildacord and he wanted to become best friends with me, he was 17 or 18 I think. On my birthday, he offered to do a Johanna e-RP with me, something I had never done before, because it was the best gift he could give me for my "special day" or something like that. We then continued to chat and eventually, we reached a point where we were actually trying to date each other for the next year and a half or so. I was now 15 and he was 19. I sent him explicit pictures of myself, and he seemed to have kept those for himself, and we continued having these explicit roleplays for that amount of time and convinced me that all this grooming, dating an adult as a teenager, and exchanging eachothers addresses to send eachother gifts was the most normal thing someone could do. When someone finally told me that all of this was wrong and I needed to get out of it, I ignored them for a while, because how could that person really be manipulating me like that? I refused to believe it. It wasn't until I was 16 that I finally realized what was wrong and sometime later went on Twitter and expose him for all these things. Of course, Twitter being Twitter, instead of them trying to go after the literal groomer, I was the one who was targeted instead. They tried to say that I was transphobic, or that I was manipulating him (even though they were the one who did to me in the first place…), and at the end of it all, no justice has been made since. That guy is still out there proudly in the wild, he faced no consequences whatsoever, meanwhile, *I* was the one who had to get the shittier, because despite all the evidence I had against him and from what HE directly admitted himself, the people just refused to believe any of it was true, and thus, he’s still now out there, still with some of the friends that I know as well. With those friends, even going as far as to turn my back because they didn't want to come to terms that I was a victim of grooming and sexual harassment.

This became even more apparent when before all that, right after I had just turned 16, one of my friends hacked into my Twitter account and was blackmailing me to sending me them money via Bitcoin or else they would use it to target and harass my friends and my follower. They were someone who I trusted to run my then Daily Dose of Hilda account at the time, I shared them the password so they could make posts on it with my permission. They changed the password and had their email sent to another one. When I confronted them about this, they told me the only way I could get my account back was either through paying them in Bitcoin, or by sending seemingly incriminating evidence of myself to make me seem like I was someone that I’m not. That’s where all those screenshots some of you might’ve seen where I said/shared some inappropriate things about Hilda. I did not send those things on purpose, I was forced to. As a matter of fact, even before the hacking occurred, they *still* went out of their way to demand these types of messages/interactions from me even though I clearly wanted nothing to do with it. They even wanted a picture of me crying reacting to my account getting hacked, imagine if I had actually gone through with that. They *insisted* that I have these interactions or else they would just pull off something like this. But at the end of the day, it didn't really matter. Because it worked. Not only did I get my Twitter account hacked anyway, they also managed to make me look bad even though I was a victim of grooming, once again.

I didn't know any better at that age, and these people knew that, and purposely took advantage of me because of it.

The Hilda community has had some sick people in the past, I would know, because I lived through it. That goes about having to be in any community for as long as I have been. If people are going to mention about a "predator issue" that’s happening around, why aren't we talking about *this*. Why aren't more people talking about *my* experiences? Why do you people insist on taking things on face value and never finding out what the bigger picture *actually* is? If anything, *I* should be the one who should be upset and trying to quit the community for having to deal with this bullshit. Imagine trying to live your life as the best Hilda fan you can be, all you want to do is make friends with everyone, and be a wonderful influence to all, but instead, you have to live through years of sexual trauma, harassment, grooming, your own friends turning your back on you, blackmailing, stalking, and instead of people trying to sympathize with you for ALLLL of these horrible things that some did to you, they instead just choose to find an excuse to dehumanize YOU because they're in denial of the facts and want to make sure that their feelings are justified.

I hate it. I really fucking hate it. I hate when I have to go through this. I’m so fucking tired of going through harassment and abuse time and time again as one of the bigger Hilda figures, and yet, despite everyone else going out of their way to share their own experiences and sympathizing with them, they just choose to ignore *me* because quite simply I’m "Rey, the big bad meanie Voldemort" :/

I am truly sorry to those in the Hilda community who went through similar things and received trauma as a result, you are not alone, and I will always be there to support you. But, I kept all of this hidden from me for way, wayyyy too long, and whether or not people are willing to listen to me through this, does not matter, I just want my feelings to be able to heard throughout the world, once and for all.

Despite all of this, I am proud to be a Hilda fan. I would have never been able to make the projects I wanted, the school I’m going to, the friends that I’ve made, and the many fans I’ve accumulated just by making funny Hilda videos on YouTube, if some people don't want to care what I say, that‘s okay. At the end of the day, I’m just doing something that genuinely makes me happy, and Hilda has, and will continue to make me happy as time goes on. If people don't like that, too bad. Hilda is my life passion and I am not going away anytime soon because of it.

Hearing about drama in other sides of the fandom is wild like what do you mean Hilda Twitter has a major predator issue and Hilda Reddit is queerphobic. How did that happen. At what point down the fandom evolutionary line was there a division so catastrophic that while we’re here like “lalalala let’s play with OCs and make funny new crackships!” those other guys are committing Literal Crimes. What happened to Vibing.

[ringneckedpheasant]

u got any trans anders headcanons? 👀

OH BOY DO I EVER.... i also just have a lot of thoughts abt medical transition in thedas.... please forgive me for turning this into an absolute essay lmao

i think it’s reasonable to think that even if they’re not commonplace, some form of hormonal treatments would be available—naturally derived estrogen has been used for quite literally thousands of years, and would at least be available for trans women like Maevaris. i haven’t been able to find much on the history of testosterone usage before like the 1800s, but i don’t think it’s that far-fetched to think that that’s a development that could’ve happened within anders’ lifetime or even before, especially since we’re talking about a world where like. magic is a thing and herbalism is widely practiced. Krem seems to indicate that there are magical methods of transition, though iirc it was implied to be through blood magic (that, or Krem has an aversion to any kind of magic being used on him)

as far as surgical procedures go i don’t think there would be much available? at least not for trans men, which is part of the reason i drew anders as not having had top surgery, but looking like he’d been on t. which i think he would be, though i don’t think he would’ve started until late into adulthood.

my thoughts abt like. the timeline of his life are always kind of nebulous and subject to change but i’ve been thinking a lot lately about the subject of his name. i don’t envision his parents as being particularly accepting, at least not his father. maybe part of the reason he never disclosed his name when sent to the circle was in the hopes that no one would find out what it was—even being called Anders, as weird and dehumanizing as it would’ve been, might’ve been preferable to being called his dead name. i think a lot about the way that Anders’ name changed when everything else in his life did, and that both of those things happened as a direct result of being rejected by his family.

when he was sent to the circle at 12 i think he could’ve reasonably passed as a boy without much effort, though it would’ve gotten harder as he got older if he didn’t have access to hormones. i think it’s safe to assume based on interactions with Krem that knowledge of trans people, and respect towards them, isn’t something that’s commonly found outside the Qun (and perhaps Rivain or Antiva—but certainly not in Fereldan, or Orlais, or the Free Marches. yes i am still mad about Sera’s transphobic dialogue if you bring her to the winter palace). Anders’ absolutely miserable transition to living in the circle probably would’ve been made worse by adults in charge not understanding or respecting him.

I like the idea of Karl being the first person to accept Anders without question, to try to help him find information about other people like him with the limited resources they would have in the circle. there’s not a lot of canon information about Karl’s life, but 1) i think he and Anders met fairly young, maybe as soon as Anders got to the circle and 2) maybe by chance, Karl knew someone else like Anders—a sibling, a friend, maybe an aunt or an uncle.

his time in the wardens may have been better than his time in the circle, wrt gender. my HoF is a mage, and i imagine that even if he didn’t remember anders particularly clearly, he would’ve been Aware of him—people gossip, especially, i imagine, when confined like that. my surana is a nice boy however and would’ve tried to ensure that no one in the wardens gave Anders any shit over being trans.

by the time he ends up in Kirkwall, i think he would pass fairly well. and while he is absolutely dirt poor, i think by this time he would’ve found the resources to start some kind of hrt. he probably wouldn’t have regular access to it, and just going off my own experiences, this would’ve been something that made transition a slow process. it’s filled with constantly feeling like he’s taking a step back whenever he goes off it, when his progress halts, when his period starts up again, when he’s subject to awful mood swings from unstable levels of hormones (i also think Anders is bipolar, and i imagine some aspects of that would be exacerbated by being Hormonal)

by the time he meets Hawke and the rest of them, i think he would’ve sort of plateaued—after years of HRT, even inconsistently, he would be able to pass as a man without much difficulty. some things, like facial hair, simply do not go away even if you stop taking t.

i Do, however, think that Fenris would clock him. in an ideal world this would be because he is t4t and like recognizes like, but even if that weren’t the case, I think Fenris would be the most likely out of any of them to know about trans people—I may be mistaken about the timeline here but I *think* that Maevaris would’ve come out before Fenris left Tevinter? Fenris likely had at least passing knowledge of her, maybe even met her while accompanying Danarius if she had assumed her father’s position as a magister. my understanding is that Mae is literally the first trans woman ever to have a seat in the magisterium, and that it was a Big Fucking Deal to a lot of people. it would make sense for Fenris to know about her. also!! fenris spent time on Seheron with the fog warriors and it seems extremely likely that he would’ve met people who were aqun-athlok while there.

my point with all of this is that 1) Fenris would likely know Anders was trans even if he himself wasn’t and 2) as much as they hate each other, I think there’s no way that Fenris would out him. he refuses to hand Anders over to the templars, and I think he would know how dangerous being outed to the wrong people would be. (my thoughts are of course heading in a fenders direction, and I’m thinking about Fenris disclosing to Anders that he knows, and their shared transness being the first step in realizing that they have more in common than they would otherwise think.... in learning to understand and empathize with one another... g-d.)

that is the extent of my serious thoughts about this for now, it took me a half an hour to type this up on my phone and i hope at least one person finds reading it worthwhile lmao

(less serious thought: Anders and Fenris should have t4t sex in the back of Anders’ clinic <3)

[memelzebub]

[waddles by] pardon me vent post coming through...

formality and the ability to fake maturity don't mean shit when it comes to treating people you consider friends with respect and kindess 😑 if you don't want to cradle your ego tight while shedding tears and repeating to yourself (AND THE PEOPLE YOU HURT???) that you're a good person to get through the days, just try being nice?? I promise it feels really good to be nice to people and make them smile, and it feels really good to not force yourself to be around people you "project your insecurities" onto. 😑😑😑 oh but i guess it WOULD hurt you since you knee jerkingly say such hurtful things. I saw you were thrown for a loop when I unironically told you I already knew I was stupid when you just took a joke I made about myself and crushed the insecurity under your foot by saying "that's called being stupid" you better be getting your fucking mean habits in check, and I KNOW being around that entire family that is just so inconsiderate, imbalanced and downright emotionally abusive to eachother isnt gonna make that easy!!

I remember you telling Sam she'd be an ugly girl. Fuck you. I remember someone else never saw me and Sam as the genders we identified as! And she STILL DOES, I KNOW she still does! and you're staying friends with her despite being part of the LGBT club and all this other stuff like why did you even bring her back into this when we were leaving you because this is a whole other issue????? She doesnt believe in lesbians. SHE DOESNT BELIEVE LESBIANS EXIST SHE THINKS LESBIANS ARE DELUSIONAL AND DOESNT BELIEVE NONBINARY IS AN ACTUAL GENDER IDENTITY AND YOU THINK ITS OKAY TO LET US KNOW YOURE STAYING FRIENDS WITH HER WHEN YOURE TELLING US YOURE NOT TRANSPHOBIC ANYMORE IN THIS STUPID ASS GOOGLE DOC ABOUT HOW MUCH BETTER A PERSON YOU ARE?? Remember when you said you were trying to "protect me" from her and all this shit about how she made homophobic jokes about dating me?? What the hell is wrong with you?????? You are not respectful to Sam and I!!! You treated me like I was this emotional soft boy and you treated Sam like she was this gross person who was "too fat" for you and you were ashamed of dating like why didn't you tell me you and her were dating in the beginning?? Why did I have to find out through context clues that you two were dating?? Why was Sam the only person I ever saw initiate pda with you?? Why did Sam tell me about this time you two were at the store and you made a scene that "made people think you were abusing her" MAYBE ITS BECAUSE YOU WERE ABUSING HER!!!!!!!

And why? Why did I ever think you were better than that? You "accepted" me, but not Sam! My fucking sister.

And why did you have to take my own emotional blockages and shortcomings so personally? You never truly understood or cared for what I was going through, huh? That's fine, not everyone is going to, and I know you have it rough, too. I lost nights of sleep worried about you and I wanted to be there for you so bad when shit hit the fan before. But I thought that, before shit started getting weird, that we were super close and I could trust you and you'd understand me. But you took the emotional distance I developed when highschool hit way too personally. And you never understood Sam who is my sister and just someone that I highly relate to emotionally and mentally. And now I have to undo that emotional distance somehow without sabotaging myself over these self villifying messages I told myself that I somehow happened to read word for word in these dms you had with someone else that you chose to snapshot and put in the stupid fucking google doc you shared with Sam and I!!!

You should know better than to tell someone to their face that they're like their parents. And you do know better which is the worst part, you just think you can do it anyway for whatever sick reason hiding under all that woke and inclusive language you picked up on over time. And you think it doesn't count because it's in a snapshot from a dm from a few years ago, well you snapshotting it and posting it for me to read in the present is essentially renewing the statement you fucking jerk. And I know I rubbed that other person "the wrong way." She really hated it when I criticized Bayonetta's oversexualized design one time, I'm certain I did other things that made her uncomfortable like be afab and be more interested in women and femme presenting people and also not shill idiotic white cis men that hide behind large words because theyre so obsessed with being right and sounding intelligent like she does. And it probably rubbed her the wrong way pretty hard when I dropped her for making me feel like she saw me as a delusional, brainless lesbian who only thinks they're a lesbian and will realise they like men just like She does in time. She made me feel like that when I was around her when I'm literally gnc nonbinary and pansexual. Like, I was guilty at first but it was because I couldn't accept I'd dropped her for a reason all my own, and it was always because she made me feel more and more dysphoric and unintelligent the more i interacted with her. Just like you did.

Ugh. Im so fucking mad and ashamed of myself.

[kob131]

Hey remember when Soku said he was gonna stop talking about RWBY?

Guess who got caught lying?

https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/184748210112/phazonfire-the-rwde-tag-is-so-fucking

I don’t know what tag you’re looking through about the homophobia thing considering the majority of the people seem to be gay and would probably call you out if they saw this.

I don’t remember you guys ever calling anyone out for calling Illa a ‘psycho lesbian’ because villain + gay = psycho lesbian apparently.

Oh wait, which tag is it that says that? hm...

Look people doing rewrites on the series is a non problem, and the dumbest gripe.

so is 99% of what you fuckers pull. Like bitching that a catgirl was put into a catsuit.

But rwby isn’t well written some is allowed to watch it to fix it to reconstruct or deconstruct it there is no harm to this and the series could benefit from a rewrite.

Too bad you assholes break the show EVEN FURTHER when you do rewrite shit *cough* RE:RWBY *cough*.

If you don’t like it don’t go through the constructive criticism tag just to cry cause someone doesn’t wanna kiss rwby’s butt like you do.

Last time constructive criticism existed in the RWDE tag: 900 BC.

Yeah sure.

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https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/612590859661295616/your-idea-of-nit-picking-is-not-the-correct-use-of

I don't know how to tell some of ya'll that just because you constantly argue against criticism and the other person gets tried to talking to a brick wall doesn't mean you win.

This ain't your preschool, this requires critical thinking skills which some of ya'll clearly lack.

And just because you reject facts and demand that your delusions are true doesn’t make the other person a brick wall. You just don’t understand how to debate.

Your idea of nit picking is not the correct use of the term. Nor do whoever you are know what is and isn’t criticism on a subject. 

Nit picking. Noun. “looking for small or unimportant errors or faults, especially in order to criticize unnecessarily.“

Literally all you do.

Also I’m only an asshole to people who are assholes back. So don’t pretend like you know me and mind your own? Deal? Deal.

Sorry Soku, that makes you a sexist, racist, transphobic Nazi. You know, since that’s MY Modius Operandi.

Also your blog is FILLED with bad political takes so you’re  the LAST person I wanna hear tall about “not picking”

“Can white people approiate basic human decency?”

Remember that take on your old blog?

Now what were you saying about politics...

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https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/611875463897497600/i-didnt-watch-vol-7-thank-god-but-a-friend-of

I didn’t watch vol 7 thank god,-

So you have no idea what you’re about to say? Got it.

but a friend of mine on my discord mentioned flynt and neon returning (with Ik finally) and boy they really gave the catgirl a hoodie with cat ears on it? And Blake has a catsuit? Miles, Kerry, Shane and Monty always talked about how “subtle” they are with things like scenes and designs and they put both the catgirls in outfits that are so on the nose it might as well be a part of your skin.

Where was that said again?

Also that;s not were the term catsuits come from.  It comes from cat burglars using them.

Isn’t that like going “Hey black guy put these big lips on over your other lips? Or the black guy having a fucking basketball printed on their jacket?” Good lord, in a world where people can be born with cat ears, and tails don’t you think it’s kinda freaking disgusting that these exist where humans can wear them? 

And before you say that’s the point, in a world where none of the faunus get to say how they feel about these things and don’t have real life minority reactions to things like white dudes walking around with grills and fros and crap it kinda isn’t when the faunus girl wears a hoodie depicting one of the features of her own race that they were hunted down and slaughtered for.

Considering that it’d be no different than a white person getting cornrows-

Also it kind of is since black people walk around emphasizing their DARK SKIN, which is the basis of their discrimination.

You’re just race obsessed.

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https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/611637391064694784/hmm-funny-that-the-rich-white-girl-who-was-racist

Hmm funny that the rich white girl who was racist gets an overpowered semblance that shares alot of feats like her team like being able to make runes that increase speed, Platforms, Remove gravity, shoot projectiles, Make people stick to them etc etc. Oh and she has the ability to summon monsters that show feats of strength that rivals one of her partners.

Meanwhile the minority character is shown to fuck up alot, gets treated like shit and never gets an apology from said racist, get nerfed constantly, have her weapon poorly sautared back together while the rest of her team gets upgrades and has the weakest semblance of the three.

Seems alittle off white writers.

And who has the better fight record than the other?

... The minority?

Hm, seems off black complainer.

Oh did that sound racist? Hm, dunno why it sound considering you said the SAME THING

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https://sokumotanaka.tumblr.com/post/611636922643857408/so-let-me-get-this-straight-vol-7-has-ended-and

So Let me get this straight, vol 7 has ended and apparently they lost the one relic they had, still haven’t found the newer one or did but still have to deal with Ironwood and several others. Cinder is still alive, Neo is siding with her out of fear? When she wanted vengeance and could team up with rwby.

this is volume 7 of supposedly 10 so three more seasons and they still haven’t sat down and talked about what they’re supposed to to against the immortal grimm lady, they don’t know where the relic at beacon is and ozpin’s still ghosting them, and they’re foolishly gathering them all in one spot instead of taking the maiden and the relic and putting both of them on the farest corners of the planet? I thought they were going to atlas to meet with someone Weiss knew as the Anton Sokolov Play dishonored! of their world to build a rocket and send at least one rocket into a black hole and never have an issue with Salem again.

three more seasons and a plan hasn’t even been formed to deal with her or the relics, Emerald and Mercury are doing nothing, Cinder has no goal except to be the new adam and chase the heros and get her ass kicked, Hazel’s doing nothing, The comms are down and we haven’t heard a peep from whoever runs Vacuo, Blake and Ruby have still had barely any interaction, Weiss hasn’t apologized for her racism, We never addressed how and why did Raven appear in Yang’s dreams, Why did ren from shields over his hands and show off feats of strength that rival yangs or his weird ability to sense tyrian? Neo’s eyes changed color when she saw Raven and her teleport ability. Lore Like how semblance, Lien (the money that looks like credit cards but has zero numbers on it work) The examples of agriculture, Flora and Fauna, dust and so on.

A. Haven’t they said it’s more like twelve?

B. Nope, Ozpin’s back. But hey, who needs to actually KNOW what you’re talking about?

C. Can’t do that, don’t know where the Spring Maiden is. Would have known this if you watched Volume 6.

D. They never said that and expressly said they were meeting with Ironwood to get the relic somewhere secure. Gee, that’s the THIRD thing you’ve gotten wrong. Hm...

E.So Soku, how does Quirks affect agiculture? What were the original Quirks like? Who had the first Quirk? What was life like for people when Quirks were uncommon? Hm? Nothing is said?

MHA is shit, SOku said so.

But sure, three more seasons to cram that all in AND a plan and character interaction/Growth and so on, this is a lovely mess of a show.

And as you have shown, you paid attention to 0% of it so how would you know?

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So how’s that tar and feather treatment treating you Soku? Because I have so many more ways of humiliating you, happy showcase them as long as you open that bitchy little mouth of yours.

So go ahead and keep posting. It just lets me indulge my sadism without remorse.

[anarkhebringer]

You can pick if you wanna do art or headcanons, but something for Serenite, and/or Reaper and Daisy? Know I Love And Care You Always Friend

Floops you’re always there for me I love you

Anyways, headcanons, headcanons galore... How about the lesbians? I always love thinking about Reaper and Daisy.

As always, under a cut due to length.

- Reaper saved Daisy from a group of thieves that jumped her while on a mission a while back, and for some reason, something about Daisy stuck out to her, and she agreed when Daisy offered getting to know each other and friendship after healing her as thanks for the rescue. After that, Reaper knew she made the right choice, because Daisy is the kind of soft person that quiets her mind and puts her at ease.

- Reaper actually met Daisy before she transitioned, and was the one to help her realize that her feelings about herself weren’t weird at all despite what her family said to her, and are perfectly natural, while encouraging Daisy to begin her transition once she realized she was trans and expressed wanting to do so.

- One of Reaper’s main types of targets is transphobes, and this was far before meeting Daisy (SHII is nonbinary so she’s extra protective of GNC people in general, even more than she already would be even if he was cis), so it’s nothing new for her when searching for pests to exterminate for targeting Daisy. Oh, Reaper also has a huge collection of teeth from transphobes that she’s knocked out, and made into jewelry like necklaces to wear as a disturbing trophy of sorts (even SHII thought it’s a tad “different” when first learning of it, even if he’s equally morbid and warmed up to the idea immediately)

- Even before Daisy transitioned, and they became much closer than friends, Reaper was extremely gentle and calm with her, and protected her whenever she needed it. Daisy’s been her best friend ever since they met, pretty much.

- When Daisy first decided to transition, she worried that things would get awkward between the two of them, until Reaper assured her with “Your identity is yours, not mine. If you thought you were a man before, I respected that and saw you as that. It’s what you said you were. You find out you’re actually a woman? Great, you’re a woman. Women are nice. Nothing awkward about that. Shit changes sometimes. Learning new things and adapting isn’t bad, people are just stupid and pathetically clingy to what they’ve always known. Even if it’s obviously wrong.” It was the best assurance Reaper could’ve given her in that moment, since she knows how Reaper is by now, and knows the blunt and lowkey aggressive statements are just how she talks in general. She knew what Reaper meant by it, and it made her happy.

- Eventually, in the offshoot portrayals where they get together, Daisy gets to see an even more gentle side of Reaper that she never thought possible. She thought she was easily flustered when Reaper was gentle to her before? This is a whole new level that’ll sometimes leave her wheezing and unable to speak, and only able to mimic a tomato with how hard she’s blushing. Emoting is beyond difficult for Reaper in general, but the fact that it comes so easily now, and in ways that have her smiling? And having eyeshine? At the same time? Yeah, Daisy’s gonna sound like a teapot that needs to be taken off of the stove burner immediately.

- Daisy loves hugs, both giving them and getting them, so that’s the most common way that she expresses her love with Reaper physically, since she knows Reaper doesn’t like too much up close interaction that has her being touched, unless she herself initiates. Reaper can usually manage to give Daisy at least a quick little squeeze with a pat or little rub on the back and handle it, so she does it. In her eyes, it’s what Daisy deserves for what all she does for Reaper, so Reaper is more than fine with giving this much to her when she can’t handle much else.

- Reaper isn’t at all the lovey-dovey type, but something about Daisy makes her feel softer. So, she shows that by not stopping herself when the sudden urges arise to tell Daisy she’s loved, and give her hugs and kisses. Daisy’s always beyond overjoyed and absolutely thrives when Reaper initiates, and it’s obvious, which makes Reaper feel at ease and even happy to witness.

- Reaper’s no cuddler by any means, but she makes exceptions for Daisy, since it makes her feel like she’s protecting Daisy by holding her close as they sleep, which makes it far more comfortable, and easy to endure if she starts to get uncomfortable from the physical contact as time passes. Reaper’s usually the big spoon.

- Daisy’s personally not bothered by her voice (a little bit of trivia, I have Patrick Seitz as her “last resort” voice claim, AKA the voice claim I’ll go with if I don’t find a softer-spoken deep voice for her, cuz we need more big and snuggly muscular trans girls with deep voices that aren’t turned into all brawn and made into transphobic comedy relief...), but was a little worried at times that Reaper would be bothered by it. Of course, to her relief, Reaper doesn’t mind it at all, and fully supports Daisy with whatever she chooses to do with that part of her transition, or if she’ll even mess with her voice at all. So far, she’s decided to leave her voice alone.

- Daisy’s got a love of softer pastel colors, so Reaper likes to gift her little things here and there in her very favorite pastel purples, and Daisy treasures every gift as if it’s the most valuable possession to have.

- Reaper sometimes does Daisy’s makeup, and never fails to make her feel beautiful when she sees the end result. It makes Reaper’s chest feel all warm and fuzzy when she watches Daisy get so openly bubbly over it as she happily thanks Reaper and admires her work.

[fluidityandgiggles]

Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 16

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 5, Chapter 10, Last Chapter

Writing Masterlist - for previous chapters not otherwise linked, Read on AO3

Notes (I guess): I realize it took me way too long to do this, but I can explain. Uhh...

So for those of you who don’t know, I haven’t been home since September, and I won’t be home for another... two weeks, more or less? I’ve been to places where I couldn’t know if I’d have working wifi or any wifi at all so updating this fic has been a mission. So I do whatever I can to update at reasonable times.

With that being said, I finished this chapter way back last month while on a two week long trek in Nepal and haven’t had the opportunity to upload it, so I’m grateful I can now. Because this one... was a hell of an exposition ride for a lot of shit I planned a long long time ago.

Quick disclaimer - some bits of this chapter deal with the definition of transgender, and a specific learning disorder. The definition of transgender mentioned in this chapter has been taken from the DSM-IV-TR, which is a defunct edition of the DSM that came out in the year 2000 and has been replaced by the DSM-5 in 2013. The definition has since been changed and separated, and I believe it is now called gender dysphoria, though I’m not quite sure. But it does not reflect my opinions on how dysphoria is related to being trans, I do believe (and have several sources to back me up, including the DSM-5) that you don’t have to be dysphoric to be trans. The same goes for this learning disorder, what is said in this chapter reflects only the way the characters think of it - and it will change later on, I can assure you - and not at all what I would think or say about it.

As is tradition, thanks to @whatwashernameagain for KHS and for all her patience with me and my shenanigans (and not getting frustrated with my stupid ideas) and to @broadwaytheanimatedseries for the original idea and for giving me the best commentary for my screenshots when I send them. And also to @winglessnymph , @asleepybisexual and @anony-phangirl , who have fallen out of the loop but are still there. I know I haven’t sent you anything much in recent days, but... still.

Tag list (sort of): @bunny222, @ab-artist, @sweet-and-sour-shadowling, @ilovemygaydad, @your-username-is-unavailable, @virgilcrofters, @violetblossem, @maybe-i-like-the-misery, @book-of-charlie, @thatsanswitch, @thatrandomautist, @thebiggestgaypirate, @marshmallow-the-panda

(Wanna be tagged? Lemme know!)

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter also includes (rather controversial) opinions/ideas about the definition of transgender (as mentioned in a now-defunct, but then the most recent, edition of the DSM), discussion of abortion, mentions of past self-harm, discussion of personality disorders and hospitalization, panic attacks, and description of rejection sensitive dysphoria. I’m pretty sure I forgot something though, so let me know if I have so I can add it.

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Friday, May 30th, 2003

"...your valedictorian, Jenna Miranda Wheeler."

"Class of 2003…"

New York was beautiful in May.

Sadly, that was not where Remy was heading today.

According to Linda, Stephen was going to go on a business trip for at least two weeks in June, starting late May. So Remy was invited over for the summer. Not his first choice, but Leah begged him to come and Emile said that it might be a good idea. But…

Spending more than a day at Linda's, combined with the knowledge that Jenna and India have graduated just a few days ago and Chris hasn't, was a good enough reason for Remy to feel shitty. And he did.

The main upside was that Georgia was beautiful in May too.

He managed to cheer himself up somewhat by thinking of the good things that happened this month - Emile's TOVA results (9/9 inattentive symptoms, 4/9 hyperactive-impulsive, definitely has inattentive type ADHD), India's name being called at graduation instead of her deadname, Jenna graduating valedictorian, his friends moving to Virginia and so on - by the time the taxi from the airport pulled up in front of the, by now, rather familiar house.

And then his stomach dropped.

Stephen was still there.

"Do you need help with those bags, Rebecca?" He asked, eyeing the massive, neon pink duffel bag and the incredibly heavy purple backpack that sat on the sidewalk near Remy as he tapped his foot nervously.

"Not from you I don't. Thanks for the offer, but… no thanks."

He was too proud to admit that the duffel was too heavy for him to lift and he could barely drag it, but he packed most of his clothes and books in it. Some were mailed home. But not most.

"That shit gotta be heavy as fuck—"

"I said, no thank you. Now, move out of my fucking way."

Leah was napping by the time he finally dragged everything inside, but Rachel was doodling in the living room, smiling brightly when she saw him come through the door. She abandoned her crayons and waddled all the way to hug him.

As much as he barely knew her, Remy definitely loved Rachel too.

"I'm going to daycare," she mumbled somewhat, trying to use words she didn't quite know yet. "You have to come!"

"You're such a big girl!" He ruffled her pigtails, picking her up. She was so light for a two-year old. "Going to daycare already?"

"Mmhm."

"I'm so proud of you!"

She just hugged his neck and babbled on about her friends and daycare, her hand flying and her almost falling from his hold. This was another happy thing to add to the list.

He wasn't happy. But this was happy. For now.

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Stephen left on his business trip at around seven thirty, and Remy took a huge sigh of relief. Leah also woke up from her nap a few hours earlier, all grumpy and upset for some reason, and Remy tried talking her into telling him why she was so upset.

Linda said it was because of the nap. Leah only got even more upset.

"Why am I here?" Remy asked during dinner, while Leah entertained herself (and he was sure she didn't notice much) and Rachel was almost dozing off. "We haven't had a single good interaction since I was five years old, Linda."

"Am I no longer allowed to want to be around my son, Remy?" She stung back, looking anything but as aggressive as she just sounded.

"I'll be honest with you, kid. I know you don't like me. I can understand why. But what I don't understand is why you're bringing this up in front of your younger sisters. They're too young for this to—"

"I saw a movie about penguins on TV," Leah started rambling. "They're really weird…"

The argument stopped just as quickly as it started, and Leah was allowed to go on and on about penguins bringing rocks to each other. So he proceeded to just glare at Linda, who helped Rachel eat her pasta. This was awful, this was absolutely the worst situation he could've found himself in, and… he just wanted out.

And he kept wanting out even as Rachel already went to sleep, Leah was busy doing her homework last minute, and Linda asked Remy to help her clean up.

"I'm only here because Leah asked me to," he almost hissed as he was tasked with packing the leftovers in incredibly familiar tupperware containers.

"I want to spend more time with you, Remy. I'm still your mother—"

"Well, you haven't acted like it, like, ever!"

Linda sighed, putting the plate she was holding in the dishwasher. "I don't want to sound like I'm making any excuses—"

"So don't make any."

"—but I was barely your age when I had you. This is no excuse, I'm not trying to say that I had no idea what I was doing because of that, but I sacrificed so much of my life to raise you!"

"You could've aborted me! You could've been smart and used protection in the first place!"

"Condoms aren't a fail-proof—"

"Face it, Linda. You never wanted me. You're not homophobic or transphobic for the sake of it, it's clear you have at least some level of respect to queer people. You just never wanted me in the first place."

The next plate she was holding broke in the sink. "How fucking dare you say that?!"

"I'm just saying—"

"I have never wanted something in my life more than I wanted you!" Her screams hurt Remy's ears, going as far as to make Leah cry in the other room. Linda immediately lowered her voice. "I know I've been a bad mother to you. I regret every decision I've ever made while I was married to your father, except being married to him and having you. And I've spent every day since leaving you and your father regretting my decisions, and wanting to make it up to you, but you kept pushing me away. How do you think that makes me feel, huh? Do you still think you're the only one who's been robbed of something in this relationship?"

"...you had Leah while you were still married to Dad" was all he could say. And he hoped he'd have the last word. "Was she a mistake too?"

Sadly, you can't always get what you want.

"Leah… is problematic. But she wasn't a mistake either. None of you are, and you can stop saying that. Whatever is wrong with her does not make her a mistake. Just as your gender identity disorder does not make you a mistake."

"No, you're right. It doesn't. It makes me transgender. A female-to-male man. You know those terms? Female to male, transgender? It's what people call it nowadays."

There was another long moment of silence as Linda cleaned up the broken plate and Remy finished packing up the leftovers, and Leah stopped crying.

It was a stressful silence. Very typical of home life with Linda Brigham-Hollander.

"...you may not have come at a time I liked," she sighed after everything, falling into a chair. Remy was ready to leave the kitchen, but this wouldn't let him. "I know we could've… waited a few more years. But you came when you did, and I don't regret that. You were never a mistake. I may have a hard time understanding… what… your identity. I'm trying my best to educate myself now, you know—"

"That's almost five years too late."

"I don't know what Leah told you about her school life, but whatever hardships she got understanding stuff—"

"She has no trouble understanding stuff as far as I can see—"

"Educational stuff. School material. She got that from me. Education comes harder for me, you may not know that. I was never the brightest student and I only completed my high school diploma when you were three years old. Don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with you. But I couldn't learn when you asked me to. It felt like—"

"Linda, it didn't take Dad five years to be able to call me by my name and use the correct pronouns. Even if you don't mean it this way, this is bullshit to me. And I hope you get it."

And then he got up and left, leaving her to her own. If she cried, well… that's none of his business.

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Sunday, June 8th, 2003

Nathalie and Emile were getting ready for the Tony awards when Emile had a panic attack.

No, that's not true. Emile has been having panic attacks all week long for some weird reason he couldn't explain, most likely not being able to talk to Remy all week long since his phone died and he couldn't get a new one just yet. But today was the worst one. So Julie lent him her phone for a call, to explain himself so he won't panic so much, but…

But Remy wouldn't understand. He'd be mad if Emile tried to call him from Julie's phone because of some panic attacks… and then he'd hate him, and then… and then…

Then he wouldn't have a best friend anymore…

What was India's phone number again…?

She picked up on the fourth ring. "India McGinty—"

"It's Emile," he almost sobbed the second she picked up. "I… I have a question…"

"Oh, honey, of course. What is it?"

"Do you think Remy would hate me…? My phone died and I can't get another one until next week and—"

"Emile, are you… are you crying right now?"

"No… I did before, I just…"

She sighed before clearing her throat. That's it, she hates him too—

"Do you mind if I pass you over to Jenna? She's better at this than me."

"...okay…"

"...Emile?" Jenna's voice was softer than India's somehow. She'd never raise her voice, but Emile was scared of the people who'd be there when she does once she becomes a lawyer. "Can you please explain what's going on?"

"Well… my phone died, and I can't tell Remy because he's with his mom and I don't wanna call him while he's with his mom, so I'm scared that if I don't talk to him all summer he'll hate me and then he won't talk to me anymore and I can't—"

"Let's slow down, you're only upsetting yourself. Remy is your best friend, right?"

"Yeah… I mean, I like him a bit more but, but it's not like I can just tell him that, and…"

"That's fine, we're not gonna focus on this for now. That's for another time. But he's your best friend, right?"

"Yeah, I just told you!"

"So why would he hate you for something like that? He's going to understand, I'm sure."

"I don't… know… it just feels like he might…"

"I know. This feeling fucking sucks, doesn't it?" She chuckled. Emile couldn't answer to that. He just… he couldn't. "But it's not healthy to dwell on this feeling. It might become a self-fulfilling prophecy if you fret about it so much."

"What do you mean…?"

"...have I ever told you that I was institutionalized until my second year of college?"

He couldn't stop his jaw from dropping. "No…"

"Okay. So I'll tell you now. I… how squeamish are you? I don't want to… trigger anything…"

"I don't know… I don't… I don't think I really mind much…?"

"Okay, I… I'll censor it anyway. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah."

"So when I was fourteen, I started harming myself. It's not… it was what you'd think, but not for the most part. I didn't cut really. But my parents knew, and they gave a ton of fucks and not just because they had a reputation to uphold like I thought they did back then. They just… they gave all the fucks."

"Okay… I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Don't apologize, you had no part in this. And you never will. I promise."

"Okay."

"Two years after I started, my parents sent me to a psych ward. At that time they thought I was depressed, it was too early to diagnose me properly, so… I've lived for three years on doses of antidepressants that didn't do a whole lot, because nobody knew. I was finally diagnosed with borderline personality disorder when I was nineteen, my medication prescription was fixed and I was let out of there when they decided I'm doing well enough to be able to live on my own again. I spent my first year of law school with a nurse attached to my hip, can you imagine?" She laughed, and Emile struggled to hold back a smile.

"Actually yeah… my sister is narcoleptic…"

"Oh shoot, sorry… didn't mean that. Anyway… back to the topic at hand, yeah? I was… infatuated, for a lack of a better word, with this guy. His name was David. I thought I was in love with him, but it turned out I idolized him to a point where he became my favorite person, and that was an incredibly toxic experience. He was like… like Angelina Jolie in Girl, Interrupted. But dialed up to eleven. He was a fucking asshole and I haven't seen him in years… he was transferred to another place after an incident that involved one of my friends, she ended up almost killing herself because of this guy. And my anxiety over being perfect for him, over making him like me and making sure that he keeps liking me, made me extremely unhealthy in the long run."

There was a pause, possibly for Emile to process. Most likely. This wasn't fair… this was totally not fair! Why did good people have to go through shitty things?

"My next favorite person after him was a girl I dated for a couple months before India." Jenna sounded kind of breathless at that, as if she was crying herself. "And… she made me talk to her. She asked me questions for clarification all the time and helped me with my anxiety, especially when I felt like this. I was tiring, but… it's the effort she put into this that counted. Emile… you gotta talk to Remy."

"But… but I can't…"

"Who said? Communication is key. I know it might be really hard, especially for you, but… call him. It's his birthday soon, right? In July?"

"Yeah…"

"Call him. Write down everything you want to tell him and tell him then. I promise it'll make your anxiety a lot easier to manage."

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"Remy," Linda called from the living room as he was heading to bed. This was becoming ridiculous…

"I told you, I'm not talking to you for the rest of this—"

"I can't read a single word in this cursed book of yours."

"...what book?"

"This DSM thing. Remy, darling, why do you need this book? It's so difficult to understand, couldn't they have written better books about this?"

He ended up not going to bed after all, instead resorting to making himself tea and going to sit on the couch next to her.

"Mom, that's… that's the diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders, mom. It's existed since the fifties. This is the revised version. They can't make it simpler to understand, I don't think."

"Well, your grandma's always said that if a child can't understand what's written, it's because the writer is bad at what they're doing."

"And so have a lot of my professors, but sadly this is what we have to work with. What's so confusing anyway?"

"I was trying to read about your… your thing, the gender identity disorder thing…" she turned the book to him. The passages in this section have been highlighted the day he bought the book and he knew them by heart. Well, for the most part. "I'm sorry, but the words are just… long and confusing."

"...that's fine… it's totally fine, I can… I can simplify it for you…"

"I don't need you to simplify it for me, I know English. I just… I can't read this! Big and confusing academic paper words."

Oh fuck…

"I'm a painter, not an academic, Remy. I can't read. You know this. You've known this forever."

"I forgot you're dyslexic…"

"And what does forgetting that help you?"

"Nothing… let's… let's go over this together, okay? The sections that apply to me." He waited for Linda to nod, rather reluctantly, before putting on his own pair of reading glasses.

"So, to diagnose someone with gender identity disorder there are two criteria, identifying with the opposite gender and feeling dysphoria. In order to meet those criteria, you gotta not be intersex, which I think is pretty stupid, and also it has to affect your daily life."

"Yeah, I know that. Your shrink told us that when you were fourteen. Let's move on, okay?"

"...okay. In boys, aka trans girls, this doesn't apply to me… okay. Girls with GID, aka trans boys, display a intense negative reactions to parental expectations, blah blah blah, you never had any expectations of me so this doesn't apply…"

"No no no no no, you will read this out. No skipping."

"Okay, fine! Girls with GID display intense negative reactions to parental expectations or attempts to have them wear dresses or other feminine attire. Some may refuse to attend school or social events where such clothes may be required... They prefer boy's clothing and short hair, are often misidentified by strangers as boys, and may ask to be called a boy's name. Reminds you of something?"

"...go on."

"Their fantasy heroes, yeah no, I never had fantasy heroes…"

"You had She-Ra."

"Yeah, but she made me gay, not trans, mom. Prefer boys as playmates, contact sports… yeah, none of that either…"

"You used to play soccer as a kid. Your dad has a lot of pictures of that, you know."

"I… didn't actually know that… huh."

"You didn't learn to kick a ball from your father, though. I'll tell you that."

It took a bit of time for Remy to stop himself from giggling, deciding to sip his tea instead. It didn't work very well.

"Yeah… well… moving on, ‘they show little interest in dolls or any form of feminine dress up or role-play activity. A girl with this disorder may occasionally refuse to urinate in a sitting position. She may claim that she has or will grow a penis and may not want to grow breasts or menstruate. She may assert that she will grow up to be a man. Such girls typically reveal marked cross-gender identification in role-play, dreams and fantasies.' Does any of this sound familiar, mom? Because I don't… I don't actually know."

"Until now… yeah. All of that sounds incredibly familiar. Look, I…"

"I know what's you're gonna say, and please don't. It's fine. I know you panicked, I know you said things you didn't mean to, but… can we leave that for now? That's a bridge we're gonna deal with later. Now, adults with GID…"

They ended up staying up for far longer than either of them wanted to, but it was alright. Linda wanted to learn. Remy was willing to teach her.

They only barely made it to bed at three in the morning, the page bookmarked for tomorrow, when they'll continue reading.

[dannimogen]

Blatant misinformation is being spread around and i have to say I’m curious as to why no one’s even bothered to do any research to see if it’s true. For instance, some of the people accused of being biphobic are bi themselves. There’s also been claims that the server only had one “non-white” person in it, when around 50% of the discord consisted of people of color.

No one was being malicious with their intentions either. At the time this screenshots were taken, none of us knew their sexualities (which still doesn’t make it right, and we’ve all apologized for that). But we never sat down and were like “lol these bi women are straight” bc we didn’t know! And as soon as it was pointed out, we made sure to apologize and to learn from our mistakes (which we did). The only time it was ever brought up again was Friday night, where it was IMMEDIATELY shut down. No one on the server even entertained the message.

The brynlee thing is also frustrating bc the people who posted the screenshots literally told us that they thought it was a harmless troll blog. They didn’t care, and they didn’t think that brynlee “perpetuated homophobia” or anything like that. They only included the brynlee stuff to stir up more drama. Also, brynlee wasn’t created to mock straight people. People made her bc we wanted to make a sort of blocklist of homophobic people in the community. It then devolved into an inside joke, but as soon as we realized “oh shit people are being friendly and interacting with brynlee” we deleted her blog. Also, I’d be willing to bet most of the people who are outraged over brynlee don’t even remember what she posted or any details about the blog at all.

The server had dozens and dozens of active members and had been going on since January. The screenshots referenced two instances, neither of which were repeated. Contrary to popular belief, we didn’t just sit around all day gossiping about people in the fandom or hating on bi women. Around half of the server was made up of bi/pan women. We had a channel that we mostly kept to when talking about our disdain for male li’s, and there was a rule that we needed to tag the male li hate if they were in general channels (which I’ll admit, wasn’t always followed. but to my knowledge, no one expressed discomfort over it—if someone had, the rule would have been much more strictly enforced.)

Oh, and another thing—everyone in the discord shared extremely personal information, including but not limited to sensitive details about their mental health, pictures/names of children we’re related too and children we babysit, and some of us shared our full names and even the towns where we lived. Knowing that people were lurking and taking screenshots for months, pretty much spying on us, was extremely distressing to me and many others who were part of the server. Not because we were “upset about being caught,” but because we felt that our privacy was violated with regards to extremely personal information.

I’ll admit that we made mistakes when we assumed some people were straight—that was wrong of us and I’d like to sincerely apologize to people that we’ve hurt. I can promise that we all learned from that mistake and felt genuine remorse and guilt that we had unknowingly invalidated a persons sexuality. I know that as soon as the person pointed out what we were doing, I never made that mistake again, and was very mindful about making sure others didn’t either.

Oh, and please stop sending hate to my friends. If you must send hate to someone, direct it towards me because I can handle it. But they’ve received horrible anon hate, and even death threats, and that is absolutely not okay. People are also being transphobic and have misgendered people from the discord.

This is the first and last post I will make about this. I’m not hoping to change anyone’s minds, but I am hoping that maybe more people will do some research before immediately taking something as fact. The people I met in the discord were genuinely some of the kindest, supportive, and accepting people I’ve met in my entire life. Seeing all of this misinformation and even blatant lies floating around about them hurts my heart.

Nobody is perfect, but what truly matters is that we learned from the mistakes we made and will never repeat them again. From those of you who know me, you know that the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt someone—if I have hurt you in any way, please know that I am genuinely sorry, and if you’re comfortable with it, please message me so I can apologize personally. I won’t be answering asks about this either—in fact, I won’t be acknowledging it after this post. I know what really happened, but if people want to continue spreading misinformation and lies, there’s nothing I can do about it.

[northernlightsclans]

Re: ongoing harassment from ex-coi members

[this post was made on february 26th, 2019]

@bayheart @wendips i doubt these mentions will work but we are all well aware that you stalk me/this blog at this point so.

leave me alone. fawn, we had two conversations, months apart, over a year ago. you ship a pairing involving a character who by her own admission thinks the kid she met when he was 12 is too young for her with said 12 year old, who only later turns 13. this makes me uncomfortable. they are not a sophomore and a freshman in high school, they met outside of a school context and dipper is likely an 8th grader while wendy is likely a sophomore.

youve willfully misgendered my friend and youve spread lies about me, including accusing me of harassing you, being interested in the sex lives of children, and sending you suicide bait. this all was after we hadnt spoken at all for over 3 months. i want nothing to do with you. this is my first point of direct contact with you in over a year now (and no, a post i made telling you to leave me alone after you made the coirp blog does not count).

two conversations does not constitute harassment. smear campaigns and slander do.

bay, you are a racist. you are. below is only one example of the times you made multiple members of color uncomfortable.

and i kicked you from my server for supporting a smear campaign against me that you admitted in your own words you knew had no grounds.

and instead of leaving me alone, over a YEAR LATER, you choose to dm people who dare to interact with me to give them the weakest callouts ive ever seen.

[link to screenshots of my entire convo with fawn, disproving this bullshit]

some extras: -im not native, you racist idiot -i dont lie about you to anyone -ive never harassed any of you. -im ace myself and have ided that way since i was 16. -you admit in your own words that i never kicked anyone for being cishet. why is this included at all. because i talk about it when people are racist? homophobic? transphobic? ive stated multiple times that i accept people regardless of identity to this server specifically because i want everyone who needs it to have a community. -i do want to be done. i never know anything about anything you people are saying about me until people come to my dms, either threatening me on your behalf or asking why people are talking shit about me in servers ive never been in.

leave me alone.

-maria.

EDIT: Update as of 4/21/2019

As it turns out, Bay took on a new identity to come into my server during our last application period, from November 30th to December 4th. She pretended to be “spark-lex” and was a member of the server from December 2nd to February 26th, at which point she was kicked for inactivity after attempts to reach her had been made and left unanswered for weeks.

Today, still pretending to be Lex, she attempted to regain access to the server to continue spying on us. Below are screenshots.

[enthuzimuzzywrites]

I think tumblrs spoiled me. Everyone on here (that I interact with that is) is so loving and supportive that sometimes I forget that ordinary people can be so ignorant.

One of my best friends (my BEST FRIENDS) just said the ugliest shit about this super sweet non binary friend of mine. And he prefaced it with “I know you’re gonna hate me for this but it’s so good hahahahahah”—NO. It’s not good. It’s not fucking funny. It’s ugly and gross and YOU DONT GET TO CHOOSE. You can’t sit there and make jokes all the time about how you’re “literally such a librard haha I’m like so liberal it’s freaking crazy” and mean it?? and then turn around and say the most disrespectful shit.

No, honey, I’m not gonna hate you. But I feel really fucking bad now. Bad for you, living your life an ignorant prick who thinks shit like that’s funny, and for the fact that you are now one of those that we’re waiting to change or die our so that human beings get treated with a little bit of decency, bad for them, who, by the way, is kind, caring, nerdy, sweet, and broken, like all of us (except for you, at least. Side note: he is fucking PROUD *CONSTANTLY* of the fact that he’s not depressed and I am. Of the fact that he’s okay with himself and I’m not. He makes jokes about it. That makes me feel great, buddy boy. Keep that up.), and doesn’t deserve to be talked about that way or disrespected. They are smart, and capable, and logical, and able to do things I can’t even comprehend. And you decide to throw that shit away for one fucking joke and the fact that since you (and I quote), “Don’t respect that whole thing [they have] going on and shit.”

What the fuck. I thought the gay jokes and shit when I came out to you (the first fucking person I ever trusted with that by the way) was fine or whatever, like your way of accepting it. And yeah, I can take it. I mean, I’m pretty damn gay. But it’s too far to go after them. They are a good fucking person and hey guess what *you can be transphobic without labeling yourself that way*. Mind blowing, right?

That joke was pretty fucking transphobic, dude. And you fucking knew it too! You knew it. So fuck off. I’m gonna go stress eat chocolate and send them dad jokes to try to make them smile. Bye.

[fairiencarnate]

Honestly as much of a shit show as this website is, Tumblr has taught me so much about the world around me. My mindset and ideas now are nothing like they were before I found this site. I used to be a homophobic, transphobic, stereotype enforcing, judgmental, small-minded, conservative little christian girl and Tumblr has turned me from that into somebody I can be proud of.

I've found so much joy in bettering myself and doing my best to be kind and compassionate whenever possible. I've developed such a huge passion for human and animal rights, as well as politics and environmental issues. Tumblr introduced me to gardening and the outdoors, things that have become a big part of who I am, and got me through the hardest parts of my recovery from severe mental illness.

I finally came to terms with my sexuality, something I've felt guilty about my entire life. Since I was a child I believed my attraction to women made me a terrible disgusting sinner, something that I should suppress and unlearn. Then when I got older I struggled a lot with my fluctuating levels of sex repulsion (I've always only been sexually attracted to people I've developed a connection with, but this turned into sex repulsion after an incident with an abusive friend. I remained repulsed by sex for about a year. It wasn't until I met my current boyfriend that it changed again. I still experience sex repulsion sometimes but it isn't a regular thing anymore). I truly thought there was something wrong with me and I'd never be loved because of it. It was here I made the first friends I could be open with about the way I am. All the beautiful humans of the LGBT+ community here have taught me that my sexuality isn't just something I have to accept, but something I can celebrate. Though I don't imagine I'll ever come out to my family, I no longer feel the deep hatred for myself I once did. My sexuality has become one of my favourite aspects of myself and I'm proud as fuck to be demi - pansexual (though I still find myself sometimes wishing I felt comfortable identifying as bi, since pansexuality is a little harder to explain and ace/demi's get a lot of shit by members of the LGBT+ community).

TLDR; I started Tumblr as a hateful closed-minded individual who thought she knew everything, and the influence of everyone here has simultaneously humbled me and healed me.

So yeah, shout out to Tumblr and everybody I've ever interacted with on here. Y'all changed my life in more ways than I can count.

[lovesick-melancohlic]

I don't feel like I actually exist. Once upon a time I felt like I did. When I didn't see the truth. How much of a cruel bastard this world has been to me. I used to live with my mom. Step dad. They were happily married. After it broke, I lost my home. My cats. Had to live with mom. Mom's not very nice to me. Mom got a boyfriend, or a few. What's one, what's three, or two? To me they were all the same. Now as I have grown up, she says it was my fault they divorced. That I told her he threw things at me. I was a kid, he threw things. I thought he threw them at me. I didn't understand he threw the things to the side. I thought it was directed at me. But it wasn't. He was just frustrated at me being a brat and swatted things off of their posture like any cat does. The new step dad? He's pretty cool. Funny. But I never connected or bonded with him. Thought I was just part of the package. Who the hell wants a kid with mood swing personality issues, ADHD and Autism? So I thought. My mom couldn't handle how hyperactive I was. How many tantrums I had. I didn't have friends. I was weird. I liked anime, while nobody else knew what that shit was. Yeah. Crazy to see anime interests and video games to be a rare interest. I often was left to play in my room. Where else does a kid go if there's no other kids to play with? Nothing fun to do. Nobody to be friends with. Me, Gameboy Advance, and N64. Most of my day became filled with those games or my chores which weren't by any means an option and got dirtier every day no matter how much I cleaned. My mom and grandma made sure my birthdays were awesome. But.... Other than that every day was really lonely. Depressing. It kept getting worse. One day, my uncle died. I felt nothing at the time because... I didn't understand emotions. Didn't understand what death was. He was just sleeping to me. My mom was destroyed by his death. Her heart broke. She was mad at me for not being able to cry. Took it out on me verbally. Begging me to show emotions. Then came in the emotions. Before they were ready to be developed. They flooded in. I became depressed to a dangerous level. More mood swings. Grandma had a heart attack for gods could only count how many times she's had them. I started to hate my mom. I only wanted to go back to school. So I could draw. And learn. And talk to other kids. My meds I was prescribed for my ADHD and whatever else made me gain 80 pounds slowly over time and messed up my mood swings once again. Same shit different sun and moon. One day, I was too much. She wanted to give me up for adoption or to a group home. To this day I say adoption because that's what I remember but she says she meant group home......

...Like group home is any less worse. My first puppy died too in my step dad's arms. My second batch of twin cats were given away. The other cat was given away. Things constantly were taken away as punishment because she wanted to ever avoid hitting me. I wasn't allowed to do a whole lot and at this point, her giving me up like that was pain. But grandma took me in. As if her own. She could of gone to any amazing retired people only mobile home park, but she went to a place I too could go. We been a team ever since. My grandpa passed away. The family once again despite it's smallness quaked with grief as the circle shrunk. His music was beautiful. He even became kinda famous. Found out lots of wild family secrets from various sources and those secrets aren't exactly anything like murder dark but you'd be surprised who people really are. They can act alright. Now those secrets weren't enough. I would hold on for why? Not even I knew. I just did. I had a little brother. Oh hoho. I love that little punk. At first? I didn't. I actually disliked him because that's all my family ever talked about as if I didn't exist. As he grew up, I threw my petty envy/jealousy aside. Said this is my little brother. He's going to be my sunshine light that keeps everything brighter.

I begun to love that kid more than anything. He means so much to me. I'd try to play it cool and not hug em too much or be too lovey to em because I wanted him to think I was cool. It seemed to of worked. Damn what I wouldn't do for that little one.

Then... The bell of grief and troubles strikes again. Grandma had another heart attack. We didn't think she'd make it. But she did. Strongest woman alive. One month from that she went back to working. I don't know what kind of strength that is but damn that's what I wanted to be. Strong like grandma. Fierce and smart like mom. Kind and understanding gentleman like Poppop Mark. Hell, even funny like my step dad Ken.

Then here came the grief toll again. Mom and my step dad both seem freaking miserable all the time. Mom especially. My little brother too. And there it is, I may not have a little bro around anymore... But maybe mom will be happy and healthy and improve so I thought. I saw her talk with Mark catching up as friends. I never seen him that happy in ages. He truly loved her.

My emotions swirling around in confusion... Where is life going? I've attempted s×ic×de so many times and self harm in the past but surely I was getting better from working hard, right?

I was but.... Here I am.... Still afraid to die alone. Still afraid to be alone. Still afraid to sleep. Because every morning I wake, disaster strikes. I know one day I will awaken to another family member loss. I've been to jail once for a day. I been to rehab before. I been to mental hospitals time and time again.

I have no job. No life. I have a few local friends usually busy. I have some really great internet friends and my boyfriend. But my brain wants more.

I recently had broken up with a boyfriend of mine. Our bills are cranking out stress. The work needed to be done caused my mom to disown me, yell at me, threaten me declination to pay bills for medical, and shook me as she said something transphobic. My step dad? Well my mom said something to me about him cheating I replied. Apparently she hadn't hung up on him. He heard it. So now being around him is awkward. My little bro has 5% BMI which is very unhealthy. Refuses to eat much. Is almost always around mom and my step dad because he lives with them. So me seeing him means me being called my dead name and she/her pronouns. And being around her and him.

Idk what to fuckin do anymore I want a job but I'm on a surgery waiting list.

My life almost constantly was filled with internet drama, shaming, accusations directed at me.

My therapists keep giving up on me.

I feel so disconnected. Dead. I want to hear my friend tell me he doesn't hate me. That he still cares. I want to stop feeling alone. I want to stop having people traumatize me. I want a fucking hug even. But no. I'm fucking dead to the world. No matter how much I try to interact. I just want to be somebody, not a ghost.

But alas, here I go into gaming obsession to simmer the pain. And........ Nobody's online in-game right now.... (Sigh)

Whatever gods there are that rule my life, divines please.

Please help me be happy. Please help me out of this trench. I want to exist to others.

I only exist to people as a monster, toy, or annoyance.... I want to exist on a better note...

Can you blame me for the tears shed,

Audiencia amable?

[asreoninfusion]

1-4,7,10, 11,13,14,16, 19-21, 25,26,30,34, 39,52,54,55, 61,62,65,67 also 69 - (b) - How mature do you think i am on a scale of 1 to 10 giggity giggity!

That’s a lotta questions! :o I’mma put this one under a cut, lol.

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Yeah, my mum especially. To the point where we’ve been discussing buying a plot of land for my hobbit house and splitting the payments and I’d be 100% fine with doing that and trusting there to be no issues with the money and also we’d probably build the house together. She’s on board with my hobbit house plans.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

Uuuuuumm, I don’t think I’ve said it for a long time, I can’t remember. I imagine it probably would have been my mum, but more likely in writing that in person ‘cause I’ve been away at uni and haven’t seen any of the family in a few months now.

03: Do you regret anything?

Many stupid small things and instances where I’ve embarrassed myself by being socially awkward. Nothing major though.

04: Are you insecure?

Depends on what about. I am content about some things, like being able to achieve things independently and get by on my own and also I’m generally perfectly happy with how I look, except for in photos which pisses me off because I know I look better than I do in photos and it annoys me that they make look bad. Fuck photos.

But then I am hideously insecure when it comes to dealing with other people like ahahahaha I am so bad it’s embarrassing. I need to go back to self-isolating I can handle that so much better. Every time I try to interact with people I end up fucking up somehow and hating myself.

07: What did you last eat?

I still haven’t eaten today, so it would have been dinner last night. I tried some of Domino’s new meatball things at a society/social thing last night, they weren’t that great.

10: When was your last physical fight?

Uhhh. Do sword fights count? Cause I imagine it would have been when I was taking the sword fighting lessons. That was like three years ago now.

11: Do you like someone?

Presuming this means like like as in crush-type like, no.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Nn, hate is a bit strong. There’s a few people in the aforementioned society that I am wary of, because they’ve made comments that are kind of racist or transphobic or otherwise Not Cool, but I’m too fucking weak-ass to call them out on it.

14: Do you miss someone?

Not really. It’s kind of weird, like, I say I’m close to my family but at the same time long periods of separation seem totally normal and I don’t miss them much at all idk.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

I... am still not entirely okay about last night’s society thing and the guy who was making transphobic comments. Like, if there’s one thing I really fucking hate, it’s people who spout opinions - usually opinions that are shitting on other people’s existences - when they clearly know fuck-all about what they’re talking about. Making judgements without knowing the full situation kind of thing. 

But I don’t feel like I know enough either to really stand my ground, so I say nothing because, as I mentioned before, I am fucking disgustingly weak. Like, evil flourishes if good people stand by and do nothing and all that jazz.

So, I feel gross about the comments, and I feel gross for not saying anything, and I just want to barricade myself off from the world because I can’t fucking handle anything, and then I feel gross about that too because ahahaha that is not how to respond to conflict.

(The amount of weakness + running away from my problems has gotten so bad I can’t even project onto Cloud anymore, even though he used to be my go-to identifier for that kind of shit. orz)

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Mmm, I don’t know, that could end badly. I don’t think there’s anywhen I’d want to go to enough to risk it. I’d rather just go somewhere else geographically in the current time.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

I have not snogged anyone at any point ever.

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Too much plans, I wanna sleep. But I want to get the tables and graphs done for one lab report and do a decent chunk of the research for the case study thing I have to do for next week. Then I’m gonna hang out with a friend this evening. Tomorrow there are mentions of a group of friends going to the Chinese supermarket and getting together and cooking stuff?? (We’ve done that before but there has been very little in the way of organisation/confirmation of anything this time round so idk.) And there’s the social for the BDSM club people tomorrow evening as well.

This is too much people I’m gonna burn out by the end of the weekend aaaaaahh. DX

Also I needed to try a wash my hair at some point, because we do not talk about how horrifically bad that situation is. (I look at those posts that occassionally crop up with neurotypical people horrified that someone with a mental illness might not shower for two or three days because spoons and I die imaging the reaction if they knew how godawful I am with that shit.)

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Nah. I’ve moved countries enough that I am very good at forgetting people and moving on, I’ve had a lot of practice. That’s probably not entirely a good thing, but.

26: What are you craving right now?

Breakfast.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

I think I already gave a far too detailed answer for that in question 16. >>

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

Oooooh. I did have quite an involved dream, but I can’t remember it all that well now. I think the vine guy was there briefly for some reason.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

I have not yet had a first kiss.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Nah, sometimes shit just happens because people are assholes. Most times there will be a way to rebuild and make something better out of whatever situation, but I wouldn’t say it ‘happens for a reason’ as if people were meant to suffer however they have.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No. I mean, I don’t understand it anyway because being ace I’m just here like ‘wtf??? is it really that damn hard to keep it in your pants???’ lol. But if you are interested in having more than one partner, good communication and polyamorous type arrangements are a much better way to go if everyone’s on board with that. 

55: Are you mean?

Never intentionally, though I imagine my awkwardness sometimes can be interpreted as rudeness.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

It would depend on the person saying it. I used to have a friend a very long time ago who called me and our other friend ‘babe’, that was cute. If I trusted the person and it was done in a joking but affectionate kind of manner within a friendship/queerplatonic relationship I’d be fine with it. If it was someone I didn’t know so well and, like, if they’re trying to be sexy with it like a ‘hey baby’ kind of thing, that would be weird and creepy ‘cause no thank you.

62: What makes you happy?

Long hikes in lots of nature when the weather is nice, people saying nice things about fic or that thing that happens where we all bounce ideas off each other and end up with fic of art and art of fic, uni work that is actually fun to do and I feel accomplished when I make something I’m proud of, randomly having a gigglefit over recalling stupid funny things (mostly dumb vines or Markiplier, lol), when my voice cooperates and I can sing well.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

That is awkward as hell because I can guarantee I won’t feel the same way about them, soooo. If it was my best friend of the same sex that has more potential, since I would consider a queerplatonic kind of relationship with someone I was really close friends with and trusted a lot, but I’d be 100 times more comfortable with it if that person was female as well. (Or nonbinary, or trans, actually... now I think about, it’s only cis males that make me really nervous about being liked by. A generalisation, I know, but if any demographic is going to feel entitled to more than I’m comfortable with, it’d be them.)

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Probably someone at the uni society thing yesterday, I guess.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

No, certainly not as a universal thing. Like, it’s sweet to some people click so well it feels like they’re soulmates, but I don’t think that can be expected for everyone.