#like. being trans and doing as much as going into a LOCKER ROOM is this fucking mess of fear and discomfort and frustration

[milessunflowers]

Hiii I have been meaning to request with you but I keep forgetting (adhd suck sometimes) anyway I have had a strange hyperfixation on hockey (I live in a country where ice hockey isn't a thing so i have to watch from my websites) anyway could I get a franco x hockey player trans!reader where like franco is just supporting them though out a few games and stuff totally cool if not and am I able to grab the

🍄 anon?

FRANCO AND HOCKEY PLAYER READER YES YES YES YES YES i love franco and hockey and think abt the video of him on the ice during last seasons lv gp and it's literally my favorite!! so much inspiration for this!

franco colapinto x trans!hockey player!reader

synopsis: franco lives out his wag dreams with his hockey player boyfriend

author's note: mushroom anon, you have spoken my language. i love franco and hockey so mushing the two together really sparked creativity. this is more going to be like headcanons if thats alright! there are just so many ideas and like i couldn't just put it into one fic (maybe i should write a multi part fic of franco being a hockey wag lmk what yall think). like always, feel free to request! i might have gotten a bit carried away but its okay bc franco <3

when he can finally attend your games, he is over the moon excited

goes all out with like dressing in a jersey with your number, face paint, everything

he is 1000% the loudest out of everyone in the stadium

depending on your role (e.g. enforcer) he'll cheer even louder if you get into a fight

he definitely doesn't find it to be hot and sexy

absolutely loves watching you celebrate if you get a goal (but if you're a goalie, it makes him happy when your team celebrates you)

goes all out when you win a game

full on party mode

like balloons and everything

and if you don't win a game, he still will celebrate you (do with that as you please)

lots of hugs and kisses when you leave the locker room

your teammates find you guys adorable (if not a tad bit annoying)

your teammates are also totally chill about you being trans

they think you're the coolest

franco thinks you are the coolest

during the las vegas gp when he's invited to the rink, he is so excited

tries to show off but absolutely fails and falls on his ass

you tease him relentlessly for it afterward

he pouts and so you make it up to him (also do with that as you please)

every time he was the chance to go to one of your games, he takes advantage of it

just like when you can make it to his races

when he's at the rink, he isn't formula one driver franco, no he's full on wag mode

even if he is shown up on the jumbo screen or anywhere else, he is known as your boyfriend

he lives it up to the fullest because it takes the pressure off of him in a weird way

if anyone asks, he loves hockey more than f1

he's insane when watching you

literally your number one fan

and vice versa

you are his number one fan

when either one of you have an event, plus one immediately

so lovesick that you can spot the heart-eyes from space

when given the chance during your interviews, you bring him up

you guys just are so supportive of each other and love each other, people wouldn't be surprised if you guys got secretly married during the las vegas gp

TAGS! (if you would like to be added, lmk!)

@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m, @spoonfulofmilo

[butterfly-ribbon]

thinking about the kamikou festival event again and how it conveys the tone and atmosphere of the school while showing the constant transmisogyny microaggressions mizuki lives with every day so well, and this phone call with an drives me insane bc even though an is genuinely well-meaning and is trying to ensure that mizuki knows that today is a safe day for her to come to school due to the circumstances of the festival, the way she words this is very discomforting bc she's basically saying "nobody is going to notice that you're dressed as a girl today bc everyone is wearing wacky outfits!" which carries the unfortunate implication that the way mizuki presents herself is equally wacky in a way that reinforces everything ppl say about her, but this isn't easy for her to push back against bc she doesn't have a good enough 'excuse' to do so when this is one of the few ppl who go out of their way to accommodate her even if they don't fully get it? it's thoughtful of an to want to reassure her but also it's another little thing that others fail to understand. she's trying to be kind but even then mizuki feels somewhat pushed into a corner. she's very bad at actively saying No. and an has removed her ability to misdirect here bc an is speaking with ambiguity.

mizuki also being too anxious about the idea of changing her clothes in school bc she's terrified of the possibility of being caught and thus having her body perceived by others... that's also another reason she'd hate being at school. gym and changing for it … i'd wager mizuki skips almost every gym class bc she can't stand the idea of being forced to change amidst boys, but she's also not allowed into the girls' locker room… literally only has the option to go to the roof if she wants to change. she's so hyper cognizant of her body and being seen … and the worst part is, she likes to be seen under her own circumstances and control (which is one of the many reasons she's very passionate abt fashion, and a lot of trans ppl in fiction tend to have an attachment to fashion and styling which makes a lot of sense bc of the element of control over one's appearance and making a self one can love). she really does. it just … happens that she knows she has so little control.

i've read the vbs main story (and a bit of their events but i need to continue whoops) and this makes me appreciate mizuki's brief interaction with kohane and an here more, bc it's obvious in this moment that kohane is just being her usual self—anxious around other ppl she's not familiar with and this is something she wants to improve upon (which as far as i can tell is the conceit of her character arc as an underdog of sorts compared to the others in her group). but mizuki assumes that she has to be uncomfortable with her specifically (presumably due to her transness) bc of her experiences, so she immediately feels bad about 'taking up space' and decides to make up an excuse to get away from the situation to give kohane the chance to comfortably hang out with her friend. and the fact that mizuki goes out of her way to say that she's going to find a place to hide alone is interesting bc the way it's framed it doesn't sound like it means much, but it feels deliberate on her part, like she wants an to know... mizuki's internal world and where we see she has internal bias and how she blames herself or assumes she herself is the problem if she can't make others comfortable, and she takes so much upon herself all the time bc she's used to constant microaggressions and either can't say how she truly feels or has to divest what she feels from its context to make it palatable. but of course kohane is not transphobic, she is someone who has trouble socializing with strangers bc of her own anxiety that has nothing to do with mizuki herself, but mizuki doesn't have access to this perspective like the reader so it's easy for her to assume that she's the problem. it's paranoia but it's understandable considering how she's treated by almost everyone...

[fredshechinger]

If you fall, I will catch you — steddie

pairing: steve harrington/eddie munson rating: M word count: 6.5k content/warnings: 18+ MDNI, trans!eddie, bisexual!steve, coming out, abusive parents, lots of crying, depression, self harm scars, hospitals, showers, cuddling, first kiss, hurt/comfort, wounds, sexual thoughts on ao3

summary: Eddie pretty much moves into Steves house after being discharged from the hospital. Showers are had and things are revealed.

Ever since Eddie woke from the coma, Steve had not left his side. Besides literally getting dragged home to take a damn shower every once in a while by Robin. It was … surprising. The first thing Eddie saw when he woke up was Steve, curled up, sleeping in a very uncomfortable looking chair next to his bed. That had truly been the last thing he expected. You know, besides being alive. He's still not quite sure if he IS alive. But apparently, he didn't die in the upside down, only barely though. He suffered severe blood loss when Steve, Robin and Nancy got to him and Dustin. Steve wasted no time throwing Eddie over his shoulder and taking off to the portal. After that, getting Eddie to not bleed out and into the hospital was a blur for everyone. No one really knew how they did it. But they did. And Eddie was extremely grateful to all of them. But especially Steve.

The thing is, he didn't want to die back there. But he also didn't not want to die. He liked life, music, his friends, even the little brats. But it was exhausting. Life was exhausting. Hiding who you are, who you are attracted to, meanwhile getting bullied for your entire life for just fucking existing? Not conforming? Yeah, it sucked. 

Only two people in his life knew about him, his uncle Wayne and his lifelong best friend Gareth. And yet with every insult thrown at him in school, every shove, every punch, he feared everyone knew as well or that it was only a matter of time before people found out about him. 

Him skipping P.E. wasn't just because he hated it and that he was lazy. And no, it also wasn't because he would pop a boner in the locker room from seeing naked dudes, like everyone said that's the reason why he's never there. Fuck, he wishes that was it. That would at least mean he had a dick. But no, he was already sweating more than enough in his makeshift binder and he would NOT change in front of everyone, let alone take a goddamn shower. Like that wouldn't be a sure fire way to get assaulted and probably killed right then and there. Nope, nope not even going there right now, Munson. Absolutely not. 

Anyway, Steve . Jock, Arrogant, Asshole Steve, who was in fact neither of those things. Well, he was a Jock, and a little bit Arrogant. But he's forgiven because he is also legit the sweetest, most caring person Eddie had ever met. And isn't that a surprise? He can't even hate him anymore. Not an asshole AND saved his life? He's going to be the death of Eddie. Which, ironic.

After another agonizing two weeks in the hospital he was finally cleared to go home. Which opened up a whole different can of worms. He didn’t technically have a home anymore. The trailer was gone. Wayne didn't know he was still alive, and isn't allowed to know until Hopper manages to clear his name for good. So, he can’t go live with him in his new fancy government paid apartment. And staying in the Hospital for any second longer was also not an option. So when Eddie asked the Party where the hell he was gonna go, Steve immediately volunteered his house. And to be fair, it makes sense. Steves parents are never home, in fact they have never evenonce called their son to ask if he's alright. Or even still alive after the “earthquake”. How fucked up is that? And he thought his parents sucked. Well, they do but that’s for a different day.

So with no one to have any better option, Eddie pretty much moved into Steves house for the foreseeable future. Which posed a number of problems for Eddie, but he also can’t complain about living rent free in someones house now can he? 

Thankfully the house is huge . It has like 5 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, who even needs all that space for 3 people? But right now, he’s glad rich people are weird like this. He gets his own room with a connected bathroom. Which is also big, it has a shower and a tub. Eddie doesnt know if all the other bathrooms do as well but at this point he wouldn't be surprised if they did. 

Steve’s room was right opposite Eddies temporary room. Steve said something about being closer when Eddie needed help, or he could hear if he fell down or something. He’s starting to understand why the kids all call him Mom, he truly is a Mother Hen. 

Most of Eddies wounds have closed up, but moving around is still exhausting and painful. Especially since the Demo-bats decided to give Eddie an impromptu top surgery with eating half his tits and the doctors finishing the rest. Not that anyone knows about that part. Conveniently, they did see Eddie nearly being torn to shreds so having his chest still bandaged because it took the most damage isn’t too far fetched. 

He only got a look at his new flat chest a handful of times while changing the bandages. It’s mangled as hell, more scars than anything else. But he sure as hell isn't gonna complain about free top surgery. Even if the circumstances were not the greatest. Scars are metal and he’s gonna rock them come summer, what are a few more to his already scarred body?

The first two days after getting out of the hospital Eddie spent mostly sleeping, eating, and watching TV. He doesn't really have much energy and Steve encourages him to rest, makes him food and gets him water. Which he felt slightly bad for as Steve himself was also still recovering from his injuries. While they weren't as bad as Eddies, it still can’t be pleasant to be moving around this much. 

But now he’s starting to itch. It's been nearly a week since his last shower and his little cat baths are starting to get less effective. The thing is, he’s kinda scared to take a shower. At the hospital he took two showers, both times with a nurse who helped him. She was supposed to only be there the first time because he was still very weak and could barely stand. He did get dizzy and nearly passed out when he tried to lean down to wash his legs. Thank god for the nurse and her quick reaction time that he didn't slip, fall and split his skull open on the tile. The second time he was still nervous and asked for her help again, which she very kindly did. He did get dizzy again, not as bad at the first time and she helped him with his hair because he could not (and still can’t) lift his arms up high to do so. So yeah, safe to say he’s scared he's gonna pass out and also not be able to wash his hair properly, which it really, really desperately needs. 

But a nurse at a hospital who sees people's junk every day is different than asking the man in whose house he currently lives in, who also has no idea he’s trans. And gay. And who he has a super mega crush on. Maybe he could just … leave his underwear on? Would that be weird? Would Steve think he’s weird? Well, weird is better than outing himself and probably getting kicked out. 

What other choice does he have? 

— 

Later that evening, they both sat on the couch watching a movie. Eddie wasn’t really paying attention as he was too busy trying to gather every bit of courage he has to ask Steve to help him shower . 

Eddie cleared his throat, “Hey, uh … can you maybe do me a favor? Not like you don’t already do with me living here and all…” Eddie started to ramble. Of course, even when he thinks about what exact words he was going to say he’s gonna fuck it up anyway.

“Sure, what's up?” Steve cut his rambling off, smiling at Eddie. “I… I need to take a shower.” Steve looked at him a little confused, not quite understanding what Eddie was getting at. 

“And I can’t do it alone yet. I can barely lift my arms to get a shirt on. I can't wash my hair and also in the hospital I got really dizzy every time and I just don't want you to deal with me splitting my head open and bleeding out, again .” Steve blinked at him, processing the words as a blush crept up his cheeks. “Oh. Oh yeah, sure. I can totally do that. No problem-o.” 

“Really? You don’t … mind?” 

“No. Of course not. You need help, I’m here to help. You wanna do it now?” 

Eddies heart started to pound in his chest. Right, asking was one thing, but actually doing it was another. Oh, this is going to be terribly awkward. “Yeah, I do. Or after the movie if you wanna finish it.”

Steve laughed at that. “To be honest, I wasn’t really paying attention to it anyway. So, let’s go upstairs. I’ll get you some of my shampoo, because I just realized you don’t actually have anything and I’m a bad host.”

—

After gathering everything Eddie might need, they found themselves in the bathroom connected to Eddies room.

“So, how do you wanna do this? Do you just want me to stand by in case you need help or do you like … want me to get in with you?” Steve said with a blush creeping up his cheeks again. 

Seems like he didn’t think about this much further either.

Logically Eddie knew Steve only needed to be there to help him wash his hair, watch him behind the shower curtain in case he passes out, maybe help him wash his legs. But part of him wanted to see how far he could take this. Without completely and utterly embarrassing himself. And potentially outing himself. “Can you … get in here with me? I can just … not turn around?” Eddie stuttered. “Oh! Yes. Sure. Uh… do you need help undressing as well?”

“Just my shirt, the rest I can do myself.” Unfortunately.

Steve nodded and stepped closer to Eddie. He lifted his arms up to Eddies waist, he hesitated for a moment before he took the hem of Eddies shirt in his hands and slowly lifted his shirt up. Scarred skin, bandages and tattoos revealed themselves as Steve lifted the shirt higher and higher. Eddie thinks he caught Steve looking at his torso a few times, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. Slowly Steve slipped his head through the opening, following both of his arms. Finally, with the shirt off, Steve discarded it somewhere on the floor.

“We should probably take those bandages off. Getting them wet would be a mess and we need to change them after this anyway.” Eddie froze before slightly nodding. He hoped the scars on his chest looked just like the other bat bites to Steve. 

Carefully Steve undid the bandaged around Eddies chest. He was so slow and careful, Eddie got goosebumps everytime his fingers slightly touched his exposed skin.

With his bandages off, Steve threw them in the bin and carefully examined Eddies wounds. If Steve only knew what he was actually looking at under all that mangled mess. Eddie shudders at the thought. Steve, probably thinking Eddie is getting cold, immediately starts to remove his own shirt. Eddie just stared at him, transfixed. He should move, turn around. Stop staring at that wonderfully hairy chest that just got revealed.  

“My eyes are up here, you know.” Steve said with a smirk. 

Eddie mumbled out an apology and quickly turned around. Cheeks burning and red. 

Eddie took his pants and socks off, leaving his underwear on for now. Suddenly feeling very self conscious and scared again. This was a bad idea, Munson. 

Of course Steve knew something was wrong immediately. Like he can feel the energy shifting in the room. He slowly approached Eddie, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. I was just joking, you know. I don’t … I’m not mad at you.” Steve said quiet and careful. Eddie let out a huffed laugh at that. Yeah no shit, Eddie knew Steve wasn’t homophobic, his best friend is a lesbian for fucks sake. And yes, Eddie knew. And Robin knew about Eddie being queer as well, they clocked each other the second they met. Wasn’t that difficult to figure out. But that’s not what Eddie was worried about. Well, a bit embarrassed, yes, because he didn’t wanna be the weirdo making a move on a straight guy, but not worried about Steve hating him for being gay. 

Eddie was silent for a few seconds too long for Steves liking “Eddie, can you please look at me? I promise, it’s okay.” 

Immediately, Eddie turned around. Eyes going wide as he realized how close Steve was. He could practically feel Steve’s breath on his face. 

Taking a few steps back to put some distance between them, for Eddies sanity and complete lack of self control to not do anything stupid like kiss those stupidly beautiful lips right in front of him.

“Okay.” is all Eddie said, he didn’t know what else to say.

Steve smiled at him wide. Eddie smiled back and once again turned around to slip into the shower. Hidden by the shower curtain, Eddie gathered all the courage in the world to take his boxer briefs off. Like ripping a bandaid off, he practically ripped his underwear off of him and threw it onto the floor. Steve took that as a sign to step into the large shower as well. Eddies back was to him, so he couldn’t see Steves eyes roaming all around his body, soaking him in. 

Awkwardly Eddie turned the shower on and stood under the stream. He was still extremely tense. One wrong move and it would be over. But the water felt good as he aimed his face at the shower head. Silently Steve reached for the shampoo bottle, opening it and squirting a good amount of the liquid into his hand. 

Eddie was so lost in his own thoughts and the water pouring down on him he forgot Steve fucking harrington was behind him in the god damn shower. Naked. That was until he suddenly felt hands in his hair. He flinched forward so hard, nearly hitting his head on the wall in the process. 

“Shit! Eddie! Are you okay? I’m sorry I should have warned you.” Steve sounded panicked and genuinely sorry. He put his hand on Eddies shoulder again. 

The warm hand on his shoulder felt like it was burning him. He slowly stood back up, starting to feel dizzy from the sudden movement. He swayed slightly and Steve immediately put his arm around Eddies waist to steady him. 

“You’re okay, I got you. I’m not gonna let you fall.” Tears started to prickle at Eddies eyes. Being in Steves arms, having him whisper encouragements in his ear, Eddie wished he didn’t have to hide himself. Could stay here, in his arms, forever. He wishes he could just crawl into Steve and never come back out again. Knowing Steve would keep him safe and warm. Unconsciously Eddie started to lean back into Steve, whose arms tightened around Eddie. Steve rests his forehead against the back of Eddies head. 

Both of them enjoying the moment for a few seconds. Needing the comfort and closeness of the other after all that happened in the past weeks. 

Eddie slowly came back to himself, while still enjoying this position they are in, he also realized that yes, that was Steves dick currently pressed again his lower back. Heat started to rise to his cheeks again. Just a few inches further and he could just slip right inside him, Eddie wouldn’t resist. Would probably beg for Steve to take him. He felt himself get wet at the thought, wanting nothing more than to arch into Steve, rubbing his ass all over his cock. Getting it hard, sliding in between his ass cheeks. 

So lost in the thought Eddie didn’t realize he was actually slowly rubbing against Steve. Just small little movements, but at the sharp intake of breath right by his ear he stopped. Frozen in place. Fuck. Eddie scrambled away from Steve. Well tried to at least, but Steves arms tightened around him. Keeping him in place. “Stay. Please.” Eddie felt his knees go weak at the desperation in Steves voice. How could he say no to that? Eddies heart was pounding in this chest as he nodded and leaned back into Steve. 

At that Steve sighed happily, burying his face into Eddies wet mess of hair. 

Eddie was confused. Needing comfort was one thing, but pretty much begging Eddie to stay after he started grinding his ass on his dick was another. His mind was racing, his heart continuing to pound against his chest.

Eddie doesn’t know if it's been minutes or hours that they’ve been standing there in the shower under the stream. Water not even going cold, being rich must be nice, Eddie thought.

Slowly Steve let go of Eddie, taking a step back. “I’m going to wash your hair now, okay?” Eddie, already missing the warmth of Steve against his back, only nodded. 

Repeating the motions from earlier, putting the liquid onto his hands and putting them into Eddies hair. This time, he was prepared for it. He didn’t flinch, instead he leaned into it. Letting out a small sigh at Steve massaging the shampoo into his scalp.

Eddie loved the feeling of Steves hands on him. His fingers massaging his scalp, running them through his long hair. It felt absolutely heavenly and Eddie wished he would never stop. But unfortunately, Steve was satisfied enough with his work. “I’m gonna wash this out now, alright?” Eddie just nodded. Steve took the showerhead and carefully rinsed his soapy hair out. Taking his time, making sure it’s all out. Eddie thinks he never spend this much time in the shower, let alone for his hair alone. But with Steve, he doesn’t mind. It’s nice.

All too soon his hair was deemed shampoo free and the showerhead was back on the wall.

“Uh… Do you mind if I also just take a quick shower while I’m already in here?” Steve asked nervously. 

“Yes! Sure, yeah. Totally fine with me!” Eddie squeaked out. God he really needs to get a grip on himself. 

“Okay cool. If you feel dizzy or weird again, just say something. I’m right here.”

“Thanks, Steve.” Eddie smiled, Steve was so thoughtful and just cared so much . 

As quickly as Eddie was able to with his limited mobility, he scrubbed his body down. Already starting to feel so much better than earlier. Careful to not turn around to reveal anything, or to stare at Steve washing his body right behind him. Oh god. For probably the first time in his life he was glad he didn’t have a dick so he couldn't pop a boner right then and there at the mere thought of Steve Harrington sliding his hands over his soapy muscled body. God, Eddie wanted to be the one doing that. So bad.

He stood under the showerhead trying to let the hot water ease away the thoughts. It was only somewhat successful. 

“I’m gonna … get out while you, you know. Finish your shower.” Eddie said pointing his thumbs towards the shower curtain. 

“Wait with your hair til I'm done, I’ll only be a minute.” Steve said, already stepping into the spot Eddie left behind to rinse his body off. 

Eddie quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist and let out a breath. Safe. He was safe now. 

His hair was dripping wet, running down his back and leaving a puddle on the floor. But true to his word, Steve emerged from the shower not a minute later. The second the curtain opened Eddies eyes widened and he turned around to give Steve some privacy. 

He could hear Steve quickly toweling himself dry. Suddenly everything went black and Eddie panicked for a moment until he heard Steve chuckling and realized he just threw his towel onto Eddies face. At that Eddie turned back around, ready to argue until his eyes were met with a half naked Steve, only in boxers and his hair still damp. And holy shit, maybe he should have gone to P.E. at least a few times only to see this .

Steve, seemingly unaware of Eddies thoughts, grabbed the towel and started to dry his hair. And Eddie just stood there, frozen. His eyes still stuck on Steves slightly damp chest, that was so, so close to him. At this point he wouldn’t be surprised if the puddle at his feet wasnt from his hair but from the way his pussy was just dripping from this entire experience. He couldn't wait until he was alone in bed later to get some relief because holy shit.

When his hair was mostly dry Steve stopped and hung up the towel. “You okay there, Eds?” Steve said when he turned back around. Worried with the way Eddie was just … standing there. Zoned out. He came closer again just as Eddie finally came back to himself. He stumbled backwards, his lower back hitting the sink as the towel caught and fell to the floor. Too busy focusing on the pain in his back, Eddie didn’t notice until it was too late.

“Fuck! That hurt.” Eddie rubbed the spot he hit with his hand. Face screwed in pain. This was gonna leave a bruise. 

Suddenly, he realized he was standing butt ass naked in front of Steve. His eyes went wide and he quickly picked the towel up to cover himself. 

Way too late though as Steve has surely seen everything already. Eddie was scared to look at Steve. He was quiet, too quiet. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.” Huh? What? What the fuck was Steve sorry for? Eddies head snapped up to look at Steve with a very confused look on his face. But all he could see on Steves face was … worry? Sadness? 

“W-What are you sorry for, Steve?” 

“Your thighs." Oh. Oh. Steve wasn't concerned about the lack of dick between Eddies legs but his … self harm scars. 

Eddie just blinked at him. That's what he was worried about? That’s what he cared about? He’s been clean for a while now, he didn’t even think about the scars most of the time. Sure some nights are harder than others and he got some bad thoughts, but he never acted on them.

“They’re old. Uhm … It’s fine, I’m fine! I promise.” 

“I’m still sorry you had to go through that. That must have been a bad time.” Steve said quietly, looking down. 

Yeah, no kidding. It fucking sucked. He was super depressed. Hating his body, hating himself. Getting bullied, hit, shoved. Blinking back tears at those memories, Eddie stepped closer to Steve. “Thank you, Steve. Yes. It was a … bad time. And frankly, I didn’t think I would even make it this far. But I’m glad I did. I’m glad I met you, and the kids. And all the others. Even if the circumstances were less than ideal.” 

Steve looked back up into Eddies eyes, unshed tears in his eyes. He suddenly lunged forward, putting his arms around Eddie and burying his face into his neck. Eddie was stunned for a few seconds but put his arms around Steve in return. There was clearly an underlying thing here that Eddie didn't know. But right now, it doesn’t matter. Steve needed this, needed the comfort of another person. Even if that person was Eddie.

After a few minutes Steve pulled back. No more tears in his eyes, but still looking sad. Eddie wanted to ask so badly what was wrong. But he needed to ask another question more urgently. 

“So … You don’t mind?” Steve tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. 

“Don’t mind what?” 

“Uh … the very obvious lack of dick between my legs?” Eddie asked, dumbfounded. He couldn’t possibly have missed it when he very clearly looked around that area. Seeing his scars and all.

“Oh.” Oh? Oh? That’s all he had to say? 

“I mean, I am a little confused but … You don’t need to explain yourself to me if you don’t want to. You clearly didn’t want me to know so … I wasn’t going to push, Eddie.”

And that? That was not the reaction he expected. Ever.

“I can explain. It will probably be a bit uh confusing but … I trust you.” At that Steve smiled, he missed seeing that smile even for this short period of time. 

“I appreciate that. But again, you really don’t need to. Or don’t need to, now . You can take your time. I’m not gonna tell anyone anything. I promise.”

Eddie was still a bit taken aback by the response. He nodded before saying “I’m gonna tell you, but first let’s get properly dressed. And I would prefer not having that conversation in the bathroom if that's okay.” 

“Yeah! Of course that's okay! Take your time, I’ll be uh … in my room.” Steve said.

When Steve started to leave, Eddie looked around the bathroom and realized he didn’t have any clothing besides the dirty clothes he had on before. They didn’t think about getting Eddie any clothes. 

“Steve! Wait!” Eddie almost yelled. 

Steve immediately turned around, worry all over his face again. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need to sit down? Need water? Need me to carry you to bed?” And woah alright, that's a lot to unpack. Another time.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m okay, I just don’t have any clothes? And I really don’t wanna put those dirty hospital clothes back on.” 

“Oh god, Eddie. I’m so sorry I didn’t even think about that! You can borrow some of my clothes until we get you some. Wait here, I’ll be right back!” Steve said, rushing out of the door in the direction of his room.

A few minutes later Steve came back into the bathroom carrying a pile of clothes. Eddie looked up from where he sat down on the toilet seat. 

“I know my clothes aren't really your style but I tried my best to choose stuff you wouldn't mind too much?” Steve said, fidgeting with the clothes in his hands.

Sweet, Sweet Steve. Like Eddie would complain about wearing any of Steves clothes. Okay well, he would definitely complain about those polos but even then, it would be worth it just to be wearing his clothes.

Eddie laughed, “Thanks Stevie. I promise not to complain too much about your choice of clothing.”

Steve handed him the pile of clothes with a smile. “I’ll be in my room when you’re ready, okay? Take your time.” With that Eddie was alone in the bathroom, staring at the clothes in his hands. 

Dropping the towel Eddie stepped into Steve's boxershorts. Next he put on the grey sweatpants and an old school shirt. Really? Steve put Eddie into his old swim team shirt? Eddie wanted to hate it so bad, but he couldn’t. It felt … oddly intimate to be wearing this shirt. At the feeling of the shirt on his chest Eddie flinched in pain. Right, in all this chaos they forgot to rebandage his chest. With a huff Eddie put the towel up to dry and took the med kit in the cabinet with him to Steves room.

The door to Steves room was slightly open. Eddie just stood there, staring at the half open door. Is he really going to do this? Tell Steve about him? He only really knew the guy for like 3 weeks, and most of that he wasn’t even conscious. But Steve didn’t seem to be freaking out, or otherwise he probably would have already kicked him out. No. He told Eddie that he didn’t even need to tell him anything. Steve was safe. He trusted him. 

With a deep breath Eddie lightly knocked on the door while he opened it. Steve was sitting on the edge of his bed, seemingly lost in thought as he startled at the knock. 

“Uh before anything, could you help me bandage my chest again? We kinda … forgot about that part.” 

Steves eyes went wide, “Oh shit yes of course! I’m sorry I completely forgot. Come here, sit down.” He gestured next to him. 

Eddie sat down next to him as Steve immediately went to help him with his shirt. 

They were both silent during the entire thing, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Not at all. Steve seemed focused on his task and Eddie just watched him. Watched his big hands wrap the bandages around his chest, holding it in place as he taped the ends down. His hands were huge and spread across Eddies chest made them look even larger. He had to suppress a noise at some filthy thoughts that made their way into his head.

When Steve was done he helped Eddie back into his shirt and went to throw the trash away. 

Steve sat down next to Eddie again, and now with nothing to do the quiet got awkward. Eddie didn’t know how to start this. Didn't even really know what to say if he was being honest. He’s never really done it like this. 

“So. I’m … You know. Fuck .” Eddie shook his head. He was supposed to be good at talking.

“It’s alright. Take your time.” Again with that.

“Okay so. I wasn’t exactly born a boy? But I never associated with being a girl. I fucking hated it. I’m a guy. My body just didn’t get the memo.” Eddie sighed.

“When I was like 9 I kept telling my parents that I’m not a girl. I’m a boy. And at first they just laughed it off, you know? Probably just a phase. But no, it wasn’t. I didn’t stop saying it, telling them to call me Eddie. Stop buying me girls clothes. They didn’t like that.” Steve put a hand on his back in support. 

“They were both drunks. My mom was an addict and overdosed when I was 10. That was kind of the catalyst of everything. My father … he was never a good man. Been in and out of Prison my whole life. He didn’t take it well when she died. Kept telling me it was my fault. That I killed her with my bullshit. He hit me a lot when he was drunk. One day he said if I wanna be a boy so bad why do I still have long hair?” Tears were now falling from his eyes at the memory. Steve gathered him into his arm. Rubbing his back, telling him it’s alright. Eddie just let himself cry into Steves neck for a few minutes. He leaned back to continue his story, Steve still having his arms loosely around him. 

“He held me down and cut my hair off that day. I cried so damn much. I yelled at him too. I guess that was his final straw as he pretty much dumped me on Waynes doorstep the next day. Not even telling him about it first. I mean how fucked up is that?” Eddie laughed in disbelief. “Wayne was in shock at the state I was in. He knew my father wasn’t the greatest man. But he didn’t think he was gonna stoop that low. And I didn’t trust Wayne at first. I mean why would I? I barely knew the man and he was my fathers brother after all. But he was so kind. And patient. Nothing like him at all. He didn’t question why I wanted to be called Eddie. He just … accepted it.” 

“I’m glad you have him. He sounds like a great guy.” Steve said, smiling at him. 

Eddie nodded, “He is. I don’t know where I would be without him. But anyway. Yeah that’s pretty much it I guess? Not born a boy but still … a boy?” Eddie grimaced. Why did he say it like that. Stupid brain.

“Thank you for trusting me with this, Eddie.” Steves hugged him, pretty much smooshing him into his chest. And if Eddie wasn’t still injured he would have just accepted it. But alas, he was injured and it hurt. “As much as I like the hug and I’m glad you dont mind. You’re kinda hurting me here.” Steve immediately let him go, looking guilty. “Shit Eddie, I’m sorry I forgot. Are you okay?” Eddie nodded, “Yeah. I’m okay. I promise.” And for the first time in Eddies life he actually believed himself when he said that. 

“So …” Steve started, looking nervous as he fidgeted with the hem of Eddies shirt. 

“While we are pouring our hearts out here, can I tell you something as well?” 

“Yeah, of course. You can tell me anything.” Eddie said serious. 

“I think … No. I know . I’m … bisexual?” Steve said, unsure. 

“For knowing it you sound very unsure about it.” Eddie replied with a smirk.

With a smile Steve said, “Shut up. I do know. I just didn’t know the term til like … a week ago? Robin told me about it after I had a “sexuality crisis” as Robin liked to call it. Not that I think it was a crisis really. I kinda knew I was into guys? I just didn’t know you could like both? Does that make sense? I feel like I sound stupid.” Steve looked down nervously. “You do not sound stupid. This shit can be super confusing, believe me, I know. I’m glad you got there in the end though.” Eddie smiled, lightly jabbing his elbow into Steves side.

“So you don’t … mind?” Steve said, repeating Eddies earlier words.

Eddie just stared at Steve. He can not be serious right now. 

“Steve. Steve. Are you serious? Do I mind? You do know who you’re talking to? I just told you I’m trans and you think I have a problem with you being bisexual?” 

“I don’t know! Maybe?” Steve mumbled. 

“Alright. First, no Stevie I do not mind. And second, You do know I’m gay right? Like, I really didn’t think I was hiding that very well.” 

“You … I mean. I had an Inkling. And the rumors in school … But I didn’t want to assume anything!”  Steves cheeks heating up as he hid behind his hands, and Eddie thinks it's the cutest thing he has ever seen. Oh, he was down bad. 

With a low mumble Eddie said “Cute.” Smiling like an idiot. This could not have gone any better, he was so relieved. And also Steve was into guys! Holy shit! Does that mean Eddie might actually have a chance? Alright, don't get your hopes up Munson that doesn't mean he likes you .

Eddie stifled a yawn, not wanting the moment to end, but Steve caught it anyway. Looking at the clock on his nightstand that showed 11pm already, Steve said with a  gentle smile “We should probably head to bed huh? You still need to rest and this was a lot.”

Knowing Steve was right, Eddie reluctantly agreed and nodded his head. He didn’t want to be alone though. Nights were the hardest. He knows his body needs rest but the nightmares just didn’t let up. More often than not he woke up crying and hyperventilating at the images in his head. Chrissy floating up the ceiling, her eyes completely white. The creatures in the upside down. The Demo-bats ripping Eddie to shreds, he would feel all the pain every time. But the worst of the dreams was when they involved Steve. Steve drowning in lovers lake. Steve getting ripped to shreds instead of Eddie. Bleeding out in Eddies arms, not being able to safe him. It was awful, and he hated it. The memories of the nightmares bringing fresh tears to his eyes, he immediately turned his head and stood up. Steve had seen enough of Eddie crying today. 

“I’m gonna … go to my room. I guess. Uh … good night, Steve.” Eddie said awkwardly pointing towards the hallway, trying his best not to let the tears fall.

“No wait! You can … stay here? If you want?” And after a moment added a small “Please.”.

Eddies heart nearly bursts into pieces at that, Steve sounded so desperate and sad. Fuck, he probably also had nightmares and needed comfort in another person. Wiping his eyes on the borrowed shirt, he turned back around to a miserable looking Steve. Yeah no, he can not just leave him alone like that. Absolutely not. “Yeah. I can stay.” 

And Steve just beamed at that. Sadness leaving his eyes as he warmly smiled at Eddie. 

Eddie slipped into Steves bed, under Steves bed sheets. And all he could smell was Steve. He sighed happily, how will he ever be able to sleep in his own bed ever again after knowing how this feels?

Meanwhile Steve got up to turn the light off, on the way back to the bed he stripped off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the direction of a chair. When he reached the bed he lifted the covers up and slipped under them turning to face Eddie. 

It was dark but the moonlight let enough light in so they could still see each other. Eddie felt giddy with happiness, something he never thought he would feel. 

Suddenly Steve shifted closer, their faces nearly touching at this point. Eddie could feel Steves breath on his lips. Slowly Steve leaned his forehead against Eddies, closing his eyes. One of his arms came to rest on Eddies waist while the other soughed out Eddies hand.

Their fingers intertwined under the blanket and Eddies heart skipped a beat. He doesn’t remember ever holding someones hand and never thought it could be this nice. To just touch someone and be close. He felt like he was touch starved, pressing closer to Steve, needing more. Steve chuckled as his hand that was at Eddies waist slowly crept up to his face. 

Cupping Eddies face in his hand, he slowly leaned forward closing the gap between the two and pressing his lips to Eddies. It was so slow and gentle. Just a soft press of lips against his. When Steve started to lean back again, Eddie immediately chased his lips again, bringing a chuckle out of Steve. “Needy aren't we?” He teases. But Eddie just nodded dumbly. Steve pressed another light kiss onto his lips, making Eddie sigh happily. 

When they parted, Steve pulled Eddie closer to him, holding him in his arms. Eddie laid his head on Steves chest and smiled as Steve pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Sleep well, Eddie.”

[everything-transmasculine]

sorry this is so long it might be cut off sometimes i feel like the people who have been adamantly referring to trans men and transmascs who talk about masculinity and the different aspects of it as "tMRAs" and "men's rights activists" have

1. never experienced dealing with an actual MRA and are using a snappy acronym that coincidentally terfs/radfems use to refer to trans people as well, which comes off as "i feel targeted, so i'm going to push that onto others" and

2. don't view trans men and transmascs as having the ability to have a complex and intimate understanding of masculinity, from toxic to healthy, and that trans men/mascs have never experienced or heard "how men are when they don't think any women are around." because 'locker room talk' 100% happens to and in front of people they think are girls/women, they just don't see those perceived as "female"/who have "lesser/weaker anatomy" as able to like. understand what they're saying or relish in making them uncomfortable.

this is shit i've literally heard guys admit to and say to me regardless of how i passed, if they did or didn't know i was trans, it literally doesn't matter to them. bigoted people (especially weaponized victim status cis women and creepy cis men) don't care about transfeminist theory or how sexism is transphobic because genitalia has nothing to do with gender or discrimination, they're transphobic and misogynistic. and they express that by being transphobic and misogynistic. they do not care about the tme/tma dichotomy or how thinking female (vagina) = weak is transphobic to trans women. their transmisogyny is synonymous with homophobia and their transphobia is synonymous to misogyny.

trans men and trans women aren't opposites or enemies whatsoever and the pitting of them against each other has effortlessly undone so much solidarity and understanding of what intersectionality actually is. that being trans is now a morally-based social contract in which you agree to be disrespected on almost every front, including by other trans people, and those other trans people are The Enemy. i'm so tired and this is coming from an academic who deals 24/7 with literally ONLY cis people who think i am cis as well, but being an effeminate short man gets me pigeonholed as a bunch of shitty stereotypes and expectations even from my own FAMILY who can't compute how i look now as opposed to how i used to. sorry this turned into a ramble but trans men aren't both white cis men and white cis women simultaneously benefitting from the privileges of both with the most bigotry they see being occasional "harmless bullying" of misgendering or deadnaming and how it's nothing compared to how real suffering.

if i talked about how i was treated and perceived and the horrors i went through because of specifically being a trans man people would say i was lying. why is it always non trans men who are so sure of what happens to trans men to the point where if trans men try to talk about anything besides what's been "allowed" they're branded as i said in the beginning, tMRAs/theyfabs/the blue hair and pronouns annoying kazoo voice stereotype and a million other "shut up" terms. this is all over wanting to be seen and viewed as a whole person regardless of ASAB/appearance/nonharmful beliefs we all have the same goal why are we letting interpersonal annoyances about personalities clashing dictate how much someone can suffer

anon, i fully agree with you - especially “why is it always non trans men who are so sure of what happens to trans men.” there is a serious problem inside and outside of the queer community of non-transmasculine people trying to dictate transmasculine lives as they see fit (ie, classic DARVO - “that didnt really happen to you, and if it did happen to you it wasnt that bad, and if it was that bad then you deserved it.”)

im going to put my full response beneath a readmore, as this got pretty long!

i think you are correct in your assessment of the current situation of seeing a transmasculine person talking about their experiences, and immediately referring to them as a MRA/tMRA, or not valuing their experiences because they dont see transmascs as being able to have complex relationships with gender, and by extension, masculinity. whenever i see someone calling a transmasc a “tMRA” as if its a bad thing, i always wonder to myself - what is so bad about being an activist for the rights of transmasculine people? in what world do transmasculine people not deserve to speak up for their rights - and in fact, the rights in question usually end up being along the lines of “id like to be treated with basic human decency, please.” just because one group is campaigning for basic human rights doesnt mean theyre taking away from the other groups struggle? of course this notion is exempt when the group in question is campaigning for the other group to be silenced and erased from marginalized spaces, taking away their status as a marginalized people in the first place to label them as “oppressive” based on a binary, sex-based dichotomy that has no basis in actual practicality when all groups involved are denied access to human rights on basis of “chosen” gender, regardless of ASAB… but im getting off topic lol.

tldr; what is so bad about trans people - because lets not forget, transmascs are TRANS before they are anything else (save for other marginalized identities that follow the current societal norm) - vocalizing their struggles to a (supposedly) supportive community?

what is so bad about trans people? because it seems like every person who labels a transmasc as a tMRA on basis of “you wont shut up about the problems you face” needs to do some unlearning of ingrained ignorance and discrimination - and if im not being clear enough… if youre calling any transmasc a tMRA for talking about their unique struggles, you not only sound like a bigot… YOU ARE A BIGOT.

i also think the view you present of bigots, and how they interact with bigotry, is very interesting - because youre right! to those who are bigoted, they arent thinking “this aggression against this person is specifically due to the unique intersection of bigotries that turn into transmisogyny/antitransmasculinity/transphobia/etc” … theyre thinking “this stupid (slur) is a freak and deserves to die.” and whether that violence is in the form of other-gendering, physical violence, sexual violence, or some other form of bigotry, the bigots dont care about who is “affected” and who is “exempt” - ultimately, they just care that youre trans, and that being trans makes you a target. to us, the victims and survivors of the bigotry - we give it unique identifiers, ways for us to call out certain forms that the bigotry takes so that we can better recognize and stand against it (transmisogyny, transphobia, antitransmasculinity, etc.) to bigots, were just receptacles for violence, and thus whatever violence enacted on us is their “god given right.”

additionally, its important to note that medically transitioning and nonmedically, nontransitioning, cis-perceived nonbinary, transmasculine, transfeminine people will not see the same amount of bigotry as visibly (or knowingly) transitioning people will. however, in the case of someone mistaking a trans person for the “wrong” gender, and instead viewing them as the perceived ASAB (or, to put it shortly, people who are quantified as “basically cis”) - they are often, regardless of transmasculinity or transfemininity, treated similarly when it comes to the immediate knee jerk reaction. the main difference is, as i have stated in other posts, hypervisibility vs hyperinvisibility. whereas the transfems experience will take precedence due to their hypervisibility in society, conversely the transmascs experience will be largely ignored or written off on basis of them not being taken seriously (and this is due to a multitude of factors, including derision based in ASAB, “manning up,” etc.)

theres also a harmful rhetoric being pushed that when transmasculine people DO speak about their experiences, their oppression, etc… harmful terms (such as youve outlined) are immediately used to condemn and slander the transmasculine individual who is speaking in the first place. this also often reinforces ASAB-based discrimination, as these terms often boil down to “youre being whiny/hysterical/stupid/a bitch” - all terms that have a basis in misogyny and sex-based oppression. those terms dont stop being misogynistic just because theyre not being applied to a woman - if the root place from which the language is derived is “your ASAB makes you inherently inferior, and youre acting like your ASAB” its inherently bioessentialist and sex-based discrimination. it becomes misogynistic if your ASAB is female, as there is the added stereotype that anyone who is AFAB will inherently be a “whiny, hysterical, stupid bitch.” you can see this reflected in words like “theyfab” - which literally posits the word “they” (referring to a nonbinary identity) with “AFAB” (referring to the ASAB of female) - as a way at discrediting the transmasculine individual its applied to by implying they are both embodying the stereotype of the annoying nonbinary person, while still using and abusing the perceived “privilege” that comes with being assigned female at birth… and the privilege in question is being told to sit down, shut up, and look pretty so the so called “superior” sex can do whatever they desire.

trans people should not be defined by their ASAB - actually, ill go a step further. NOBODY should be “defined” by their ASAB. your assigned sex at birth is a designation of biological diversity, one that doesnt always fit in neat little boxes. its a biological marker of what reproductive niche you may or may not fall into, not a determiner of superiority (and consequently, inferiority.) anyone trying to sell you on the idea of any one sex or gender being better than another is a bioessentialist bigot, and hasnt even begun the process of unlearning sexism, misogyny, and gender discrimination.

and this whole, long response STILL doesnt even touch on harmful beliefs like “all transmascs are detransitioners and TERFs in disguise” because transmascs are AFAB or how the term TME (despite people claiming it applies to everyone who isnt transfem) is exclusively used to ridicule and devalue transmascs or how the rates of violence for transmasculine people are so high (even surpassing the average rates for trans people) and yet still transmascs are seen as “attention seeking theyfabs.” and thats just the tip of the iceberg! i could go on for much longer about all the horrific, vitriolic, deeply transphobic sentiments that have pervaded the queer (and trans!) community, that have become acceptable statements to make because - once again - that didnt happen, and if it did happen it wasnt that bad, and if it was that bad… you deserved it (you stupid, hysterical, whiny, bitch!)

[autistpride]

AUTISM ACCEPTANCE

Teacher AU from April's prompts by @wolfstarmicrofic

Wordcount: 998

Remus had been waiting for this day for years. Nearly a decade, but the waitlist was seven years long and he was low on the priority list because he wasn’t in a mental health crisis and had a somewhat stable home and job situation, but after nine years, he finally got the calls.

Remus first began to suspect he might be autistic when he began teaching. Remus taught at the primary level, year one, and all of the students in his class were autistic. He related to his students and seemed to understand them on a level most of the other teachers could not. He spent his own money changing his room up, buying sensory tools and various items. In the end his students thrived and Remus was so proud of them.

As the years passed, Remus gained a reputation for being quirky, odd, and a bit too into the fandom for the book series he was into. But despite being a bit of a “loner” and not developing much of a relationship with his coworkers, Remus was beloved by his students and as a result, their families.

Remus set up his assessments during the half term, or tried too, but his final meeting was during a school day and that was unfortunately unable to be rescheduled due to the psychologists busy schedule. 

Remus explained to his students the day before his appointment that he would not be at the classroom Friday morning. He would be at a doctor’s appointment and they would have a substitute teacher until lunch time. Naturally they had questions, as all curious children do.

“Mr. Lupin, are you sick?”

“No, Hermione, I’m not sick. Just a meeting.” 

“Do you promise you’ll be back at lunch time to get us from the playground?”

“Yes, Harry, I promise. I will be standing at the side ready to collect you from the playground at the end of your break.”

“Do you have a baby in you?”

This one caused Remus to snort. “No Ron, I don’t have a baby in my belly. I know you have a little sister coming soon though huh?” Remus asked the boy who beamed and nodded. 

“Are you going to die?”

“No I am absolutely not dying, Draco. You don’t have to worry. You are going to be stuck with me all year!” Remus said in a low tone crouched down and wiggling his fingers like a monster.

This caused a bout of giggles from the young children and Remus chuckled before helping them pack up for the day.

Friday morning he rose early, packed everything he needed for the day, and rode the bus the hour to the city. He sat and listened as the psychologist explained he did in fact meet the criteria for autism and after years of waiting, he was officially diagnosed. The psychologist explained that it wasn’t uncommon for trans males to go undiagnosed their whole lives because many doctors were biassed against females as well as people of colour. They kept asking if Remus was okay, if he was upset or needed any support because they knew that hearing this information was a lot. 

But Remus just felt relief and peace. He finally felt like it all made since, his whole life

The bus ride back to the village Remus teared up as he texted his best friend Lily that he got it and she replied instantly with many hugs and heart emojis and then a message saying that she knew he would and that she was proud of him.

Remus walked from the bus stop to the school and buzzed in through the staff entrance in the back with his badge. He placed all his stuff in his locker in the staff lounge, made sure his badge was the right way on his lanyard, and made his way to the enclosed play area where his students would be.

Slowly, one at a time, his students noticed his arrival and ran around finding the other classmates to tell them that he was there. Then without warning they screamed and ran over to him, tackling him with hugs, causing Remus to laugh as he hugged them back.

Soon the students were all lining up to go back into the classrooms, but Remus was confused, the substitute wasn’t there. He asked where Mr. Black was and Luna said that he stayed behind because he had something he had to do in the classroom since Mr. Lupin would be there to get them. Remus was confused and puzzled because he had prepared all the materials for the day’s lessons and there was nothing that needed to be prepared during the lunch period. 

They made their way back to the classroom in a line, Remus walking backwards like a professional at this point, directing his students in their songs for things like planets, continents and oceans, and skip counting as they walked. They entered the classroom one at a time ahead of him and when he turned to walk through the doorway he froze.

His entire classroom was decorated for a party, his students sitting on the reading rug holding onto little drawings. In the back, Sirius held up a small cake. “Congratulations!” written on the whiteboard in Sirius’ beautiful loopy cursive. 

Remus’ hands quickly covered his mouth in surprise as he looked around and took it all in. “Oh,” he whispered.

“Class what do we say to Mr. Lupin?” Sirius asked with a cheeky grin.

The entire class erupted into screams of “ONE OF US! ONE OF US!” 

Remus threw his head back and laughed despite the happy tears that welled in his eyes. 

Remus had never felt confident before in his life. Never felt like he actually fit someplace before until now. 

And if he bit his lip to try to hide his smirk and raised his eyebrows at Sirius when he had Sirius’ number in his phone after years of pining, well who could blame him. 

[nerdygaymormon]

I'm a trans person and things seem so bleak. Any hope you can give me?

It is a hard time for sure.

Looking at what happened in the Civil Rights movement, the Feminist movement, and the Gay Rights movement, it wasn't fast, there was pushback, it wasn't a straight line. There was compromise, there were steps forward, then another step, then another step. It is very frustrating to live through because it took decades. People want their rights now, they want to be free to live their life, not to wait for years and decades, and rightfully so.

People and politicians used fear and anger to push back against progress on gay rights. They accused gay people of recruiting and grooming children, of being pedophiles. They made people fearful of being assaulted by gay people in locker rooms and bathrooms. The same thing is happening now against trans people.

I think there's several things which helped to shift the culture, and I think the same things need to happen to shift the culture on trans issues. The more people who knew gay people, the more they could see they weren't the monsters they were portrayed as. An emphasis was put on letting gay adults live their life and be doctors, soldiers, entertainers, and teachers because most Americans have a live-and-let-live attitude and don't see a point at not letting adults live their lives. As people became more comfortable with gay people, they were open to hearing our stories and understand this wasn't a choice, that many gay people tried so hard not to be gay, and despite how it made our life more difficult we felt compelled to come out and live as a gay person.

A similar journey needs to take place for trans people. People are more likely to accept trans soldiers, trans entertainers and other adults who want to do their jobs. People don't want to be told how they have to raise and treat their children, so another thing is to point out that parents should be allowed to make medical decisions that comport with clinically-studied standards of care for their family and how dangerous it is to have politicians make laws restricting parents from doing so. While I would like nothing more than for all children to get to participate in sports and be comfortable using the bathroom that aligns with their identity, it's likely those things will come later, we have to build on the areas we're more likely to get support. Also finding ways to help cis people understand this isn't a choice, that this is so important that trans folks will take steps to be more authentic to their gender identity even as it makes their life more difficult, it is a need that they have.

There is a path forward. I'm not saying to not demand your rights and demand to be treated with dignity now, but recognize that the larger culture will take time to progress.

Trans people aren't going away, they are more visible. There are more people who know and support and love trans folks than there were 10 years ago. Yes, things have gotten much worse over the past few years, but we aren't starting from scratch, there is a base on which to build. The current political and cultural backlash against trans people specifically, and against queer people in general, has gone too far, many people will recoil against the anger and cruelty, those who are against trans people are sowing the seeds which will make decent people reject their positions.

Meanwhile, you need to find ways to be satisfied with your life, to find joy, to find connection, to find a chosen family of supportive people. You don't have decades to wait before you live your life, you make the best choices given what is possible now.

[canideformed]

IMO, the only sensible position vis a vis strictly single-gender and/or single-sex spaces, especially in the context of possible abuse, is to be anti-segregation and pro-bodily-autonomy.

Like it’s one thing to have a space that’s mainly targeted towards/meant for one group of people. Spaces built for women shouldn’t be made to cater to men. But. You just can’t have a “single-gender” or “single-sex” space without leaving some people in the dust. Even if we assume that we lived in a perfect world where nobody would need access to a “single-gender” or “single-sex” space they’re not technically a part of (i.e. an intersex female needing prostate care at a “male” health clinic, a trans man needing support from a “women’s” support group because he needs help coping with getting an abortion, etc.), that fucks over a lot of genderqueer and intersex people.

I’m a wo/man. Am I allowed in a “women’s” single-gender space? If I am, then there is also a man in that space. If I’m not, then that space is excluding women like me who very well might benefit from it and contribute to the community in positive ways. I’m intersex, I was born with a vagina and a micropenis and I don’t produce normal hormone levels on my own. Even though some intersex people may see themselves as intersex and female or intersex and male, many of us don’t and/or can’t truly be categorised as one or the other. What “single-sex” space do we fit into?

“Single-gender” and “single-sex” spaces also allow bigots extra opportunities to exclude vulnerable minorities. How many trans women haven’t had access to important resources because they’re “single-sex?” Or genderqueer transfems like myself who have been left behind by “single-gender” resources because we’re not strictly/only/fully women? It’s not like there are resources for specifically demigirls or wo/men. Where are we supposed to go when we need support?

Strictly single-gender and single-sex spaces that actively try to exclude anybody who isn’t the targeted gender and/or sex will always end up harming people by excluding them.

On top of that, keeping a space exclusively “single-gender” or “single-sex” doesn’t actually guarantee safety, and assuming it will only allows assholes the cover to harass and/or assault people. How many people, especially queer people, were sexually harassed and/or assaulted in “single-gender” or “single-sex” spaces? It’s not any more okay for a girl to laugh at another girl and hide her bra while she’s in the bathroom than it is for a guy to do so. It’s not okay for a guy to stare at another guy’s breast growth and snicker just because it’s happening in a men’s locker room. But I’ve heard so many stories like that from fellow queer, neurodivergent, or fat people, or people of colour, or pretty much anybody who isn’t gender-conforming, white, allocishet, neurotypical, etc.

Being actively against and ready to call out instances of abuse and harassment will always be more effective than just trying to police what “type” of person can access support.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Locker room?

Summary:Your trans and don't know which locker room to go to

Type:Scenario:Class 1A & FTM!Reader

Version:Mha

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At first, you figured you didn't think it'd be a problem. But when you saw the actual locker rooms you panicked.

"...ah, shit"

The girls' and boys' locker rooms were directly across from each other, and there weren't any bathrooms nearby. The closest one was all the back by the classroom, and then some, that'd take too long. But you're a boy, right? Yeah, the class sees you as a boy, you go change in the boys' room. But what if something happens? You gulp and look between the two locker rooms. Yes, you have an under shirt on, but you don't have a packer, and since the activity has something to do with gym you'd have to take your binder off, or maybe you could keep it on? No, that's not safe... but it'd work. No, no, don't keep your binder on. People have said to just wear two sports bras. But you didn't have two sports bras on you, especially since you didn't think your class would be doing this one the first day. You start to panic, gripping your binder through your shirt. Before you could panic to much a hand landed on your shoulder, alittle startled you turned around.

"L/n"

It was Mr.Aizawa, your teacher.

"M-Mr.Aizawa, hey...."

He didn't look to pleased.

"Why aren't you changing?"

Even though he's seen your school record and has seen the F on it. He still looked towards the boys locker rooms.

"O-Oh, I-......um, it's just...."

You looked down at the floor, and he sighed, pointing down the hall from which you guys came.

"Go change in the bathrooms, it's the first day, not many people will be in there. And hurry up, I won't wait forever"

Your face lights up and you nod.

"Yes, sir! I'll be quick"

After he told you that, you'd always change in the bathrooms, and at some point, Mr.Aizawa gave you the key for a staff bathroom so you wouldn't have to worry about students. And yes, he let the other staff members know about this so you wouldn't have to worry about being yelled at. It was going great and really easy until it started getting later in the year, when you started befriending your class. It was Denki started it.

"Yeah, and did you see what Kirishima did? He was like,"

Denki then turned to you and did his best impression of Kirishima, which made you laugh.

"He looked nothing like that"

You laughed some more before you realized you were standing in the boys' locker room, you gulped, but Denki didn't notice.

"Yeah, probably, but he still did that, didn't you Kirishima?"

Kirishima was clueless to what was happening.

"Huh? What happened?"

Denki stared at him for a moment before explaining it to him while you stood there frozen before walking to your locker, which luckily was by Iida and Shoji, so you'd be fine from Mineta.

"Ah, hello l/n. I have yet to see you in here"

Iida didn't seem to mean in harm in that, but it made you worry.

"Y-Yeah, I've been using the bathroom before changing, so you guys probably finish changing before I can back"

Iida let out a small 'ah' before nodding and turning back to his locker. You sighed and slowly took off your blazer, looking down at your brief case you panicked slightly. How were you gonna do this? Your hero costume purposely had many layers, so you could hide your chest without a binder, but now you were surrounded by boys. You looked between Iida and Shoji before noticing the privacy curtains. Your eyes lit up, but Mineta still worried you. You gulped and grabbed your brief case, which had your hero costume in it. Walking into one of the open curtains, you closed it and quickly got changed. Walking out, you notice the majority of the boys are still in here. You sigh and sit down infront of your locker to put your shoes on.

"L/n!"

You jump slightly and look up at Denki, who appeared in front of you. Giving him a small 'Mm?', telling him to continue he crouched down to your level.

"So, me, Kirishima, and Sero were all planning something for later. And wanted to know if you'll come with us"

You looked a little confused, especially when you noticed Sero and Kirishima staring at the two of you.

"Uh, s-sure, what are you planning?"

Denki stared at you for a second before snickering.

"Don't worry about it, we'll come get you later, so just get ready once you get home."

Denki left with a wink and finger guns before walking over to Kirishima and Sero, giving them what looked like an okay as the two got excited and sent thumbs up your way. You were clearly confused but brushed it off. The next day at school, you were pretty tired. The three boys had made you come with them and practically dragged you around the city doing random shit with them. Apparently, it was because Mina and Bakugou said no, so you we're their next choice. When it was time to change, you stretched for a moment before someone grabbed your arm and started dragging you, not literally.

"Sorry about the boys, Kaminari probably dragged you around alot"

Looking at Mina, you laugh slightly.

"Yeah, but it wasn't just him, Kirishima and Sero too"

Mina huffed and pushed open the doors to the girls' locker room, making you go through the same panic, just a little more calm than in the boys' locker room.

"Those three....welp, at least you got some cool stuff, right?"

She turned to you, and you gave a smile and nod. She seemed happy with that answer and let you go. Looking around for your locker, you noticed Jirou looking at you confused. You just shrugged and pointed at Mina. Before walking over to your locker. Which was next to Momo and Tsu. You felt a little more comfortable changing in the girls' locker room, but it still changed in the privacy stall. None of the girls seemed to care that you were in there. Some of them, like Uraraka and Jirou, were a little confused, but nothing else. This started becoming a pattern. If you were talking to one of the girls or boys, they'd probably drag you into the locker rooms. Bakugou and Todoroki wouldn't, though, probably because they don't talk to you a lot, or it's because you don't talk to them either way they won't drag you into the locker rooms. It's weird, and even Mr.Aizawa caught on to this weird pattern. It only stopped when you were one day walking with Mina and Denki. The three of you were to deep into a conversation to even realize. Cause the moment Denki grabbed your arm, so did Mina. They both walked in two different directions, confusing you and tugging at your arm. The two of them looked at each other and stared.

"Guys....."

They didn't seem to hear you.

"What are you doing?"

Mina looked at Denki confused as she said that.

"Taking L/n to the locker rooms, what are YOU doing?"

Mina was quiet before looking at you.

"The same thing..."

The two looked at each other before giving one another a stern look.

"But L/n is a dude"

"L/n is a girl"

They were practically in sync, turning to look over your shoulder. You looked at Jirou and Kirishima, who were standing behind you guys, not too far either. Giving them a pleading look and mouthing a help me, before you suddenly got pulled hard by Denki.

"No, l/n is a boy! I've seen the stuff!"

Mina yanked you as well, making it alittle difficult for Denki.

"No...cause I've seen the stuff to!.....wait...how have you seen the stuff? L/n changing in the privacy stalls"

Kirishima walked over and pryed both their hands away as the two continued to argue.

"Uh... there's been times when he didn't change. I'm the privacy stall, so....yeah"

Kirishima looked heavily confused and Jirou was holding in her laughter.

"He did?"

Denki looked at Kirishima. And Mina pushed Denkis shoulder slightly.

"See! You haven't seen the stuff"

Denki huffed and turned to Mina.

"Well...you haven't either"

You ended up sneaking off to the bathrooms, leaving Mina and denki to try and figure it out by themselves. Near the end of the day Mina and Denki were standing in front of the door, preventing you from leaving.

"L/n!"

They both said at the same time, their loud voices caught the attention of most of the class. You gulped and took a step back, you were pretty sure you knew were this was going.

"So, we've talked, and asked some of our classmates, even some over students, and...no one had a solid answer."

Mina had a weirdly stern look on her face as she spoke.

"Yeah, so....what are you?"

You stared at Denki and gulped, this wasn't thr conversation you wanted to have infront of the class

"Yeah, I'm curious too, how comes you get to go into the girls locker room?"

Of course it was Mineta. You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I usually change in the bathrooms for this reason exactly....but I'm a guy"

Minas face dropped, and Denki laughed.

"SEE! SE-"

Denki stopped and looked at you. Now he was confused.

"Then....why do you also change in the girls locker room."

You looked down and rubbed the back of your neck.

"Do....Do we have to have this conversation infront of the whole class"

You didn't think the class was even listening, until you heard some of them talk.

"I think you should, since I'm sure everyone here is wondering the same thing"

Iida....why'd you have to say something. You sighed and looked around the class room, everyone was looking at you.

"Hurry this up, I don't want to be stuck here"

Bakugou grumbled next to you, which made you jump. You didn't even know he was there. But thinking about it, you've realized how messed up it actually sounds. It'd be best to just tell them. You take a deep breath in, even though it was more shaky then anything. Looking at the ground you finally spoke.

"...I'm trans....that's why"

Denki didn't seem to get it, but you heard a few signs of relief from behind you.

"Thank god that's what it is, I thought for a second there you were some creep like Mineta."

You looked at Sero, almost horrified by his remark, but he's got a point.

"I'm right here ya know"

You sighed.

"Sorry... I didn't want it to seem like that. I just kinda panicked and instantly go to the privacy stalls"

Lucky, no one seemed to care you were trans. And actually supported you, but after you said that Bakugou huffed something along the lines of 'you damn extras always wasting my time, blah blah blah' something like that.

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[A/n:This was alot longer than intended 😅. I hope you enjoyed]

[arizonaaaaaa]

GLEE LGBTQIA+ HEADCANONS- HAPPY PRIDE MONTH PART 2

11- Mike Chang- pansexual

-Goes with my Tina hc, he falls in love for who the person is, not how they are

-really supportive of Tina when she came out

-his father wasn’t supportive at first so Tina had to interfere again but now his cool with Mike

12- Matt Rutherford- gay

-he had a crush on Mercedes before he realized he actually likes guys

-I like to think him and Mike met again in university and they dated for a bit 👉👈

-he had so much potential😭

13- Jesse St. James- bisexual

-not calling Jonathan Groff a bad actor but not even for a second I believed this man was straight

-he was totally into Finn back in season 1

-bi4bi4bi St. HudBerry throuple?

14- Sam Evans- bisexual

-do I have to explain why?

15- Lauren Zizes- pansexual

-I mean, girl slapped Tina’s and Brittany’s asses while singing about what she knows what boys like

-she really deserved to stay in season 3, this 👆 is the only fruity scene she has😭

-her and Tina being goth girlfriends tho

16- Blaine Anderson- gay and trans

-canonically gay

-him being trans is not a unpopular headcanon surprisingly

-I don’t know why but this just makes so much sense

-I don’t have a lot to wright here, not the biggest Blaine fan out there

17- Sugar Motta- lesbian

-crazy how she radiates lesbian energy, like all woman surrounding her just becomes sapphic

-she has the biggest crush ever on Santana, like really, this girl was legit staring at her boobs in 3x04

-she and Unique are girlfriends I don’t make the rules

18- Rory Flanagan- gay

-“you now I wish I was Jessie’s girl”- Damian McGinty Jr on The Glee Project

-this was my Roman Empire

-totally had a crush on Finn and totally was flirting with Sam on Christmas

-Flanevans🔛🔝

19- Joe Hart- questioning

-he is a christian teenager of course he’s queer those are the rules

-not only that but he’s also on the glee club

-I think he never knew his identity, his parents always told him he was going to marry a woman someday so he thought that was the pattern…

-…until he saw Sam shirtless in the locker room

20- Dave Karofsky- gay and Bear

-canon

-in my opinion, as a gay man, he’s the most well written lgbtq character on the show, his story is perfect

- @starpawedart opened a universe of Karofsky ships for me, thank you king✊

-he out of all people deserved a happy ending

-anyways, kurtofsky 🔛🔝

-OMG I FORKGOR HOS ALSO CANONICALLY A BEAR IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE BEARS, BEARS I LOVE YOU ALL❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[im-not-a-l0ser]

(this is a genuine question and I really hope this doesn't come off as rude)

why do you ship Max X Richie?

Isn't Max the bully?

The simplist answer? I want them to be happy, I think they can be that for each other.

More complicatedly though. Max and Richie have a report that Max doesn't have with anyone else; not his other victims, not his friends, not even Grace really. (Not to mention if Richie is trans, that means flick-its do nothing, but who knows if Max would know that.)

On top of that, Richie is the mascot, which means Max is tolerant enough of Richie to not only be okay with him attending games, but cheering them on, sharing the locker room, and most of all, putting up with his over-active sweat stink.

I pretty much disregard anything Max does after death. I don't really feel like that's him. Well, okay, him having sex with Grace, that's him. But that moment right before that, him fighting between killing Pete and fucking Grace? That's his contaminated ghost fighting with his established soul. In my head, Waylan Hall basically tainted his being. It took his last words and was like "Okay, fucking bet." And Max was kinda... depressed. It takes 2 weeks for Max to start killing because that's when Max realised he had no one who cared about him. That's when he gave into the evil.

In addition to all of that, there are the headcannons that accompany the ship that makes it better. Most commonly is probably childhood friends, which I love a lot. The idea that they were friends growing up, but that ended like. When Max's mom disappeared and his father got aggressive, or simply they drifted and then the bullying spread to Richie due to the groups he started running in post-max.

I like secret relationship quite a bit, or secret friendship. I think they have the capacity to accept each other if they open themselves up to it. Oh, not to mention, the way Richie speaks of Steph's interest in Pete reeks of projection. I like that observation in combination with childhood friends, since it means Richie's friend didn't care enough to keep him close through their social drop— or maybe even Richie told Max he liked him, and Max also liked Richie, but said they couldn't be anything because of his horrid dad— but Steph is risking a lot to go out with this random nerd.

[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

Hi, I'm trans (ftm) and in a week I'm leaving for 2 month long camp. I was assigned to sleep in the girls cabins but have switched to th boys. Does anyone have any tips for a trans boy sleeping in the boys cabins for the first time? Also for reference I'm 14 years old.

Lee says:

I would advise you to speak with the camp staff or counselors in advance, if you haven't already, and make sure they understand the situation and fully support having you sleep in the boy's cabin and also do all of the other activities with the boys, if that's what you want.

You don't want to have to deal with any last-minute surprises like finding out they're re-assigned you back to the girl's cabin or plan on having you change in the girl's bathrooms instead of a private gender-neutral or male space after you're at camp, so you gotta get all of the details ironed out in advance.

That includes making sure you've thought about what you're comfortable with in terms of bathrooms, changing spaces, locker rooms, etc, and how you plan to handle things like binding or packing (and cleaning STP packers), how you plan to manage your period if you have a period, and whether you plan on coming out to your bunk-mates (and, by extension, to the whole camp because you can't assume everyone will keep your secrets) if you aren't already out to them.

It isn't safe to wear a binder 24/7 for two months so you presumably will not be binding at night when you're in the boy's cabin which means at some point over the next two months at least one boy in your cabin is likely to see you without the binder as you get ready for bed at night and get out of bed in the morning, even if you try to avoid it. If you don't mind that, or don't bind anyway, then it's not a big deal, but it's something to consider because it can make it harder to stay stealth if that is something you had hoped to do.

Make sure you have a plan for your menstrual supplies if you use any, and bring enough of them to have some back-ups. Think about what is going to make you feel the most comfortable, whether it's pads, tampons, menstrual cups, menstrual discs, period underwear, etc, and then think about the logistics of it-- disposing of used pads or tampons in the men's bathroom or bringing bags so you can wrap it yourself and carry it to another trash to get rid of, how you could discreetly wash a menstrual cup or period underwear in the men's bathroom, and so on. Don't bring anything to camp that you haven't used before-- this isn't the time to bring a single menstrual cup only to find the size you got isn't comfy for you!

Overall, the largest piece of advice that I'd have is to just be yourself, and be friendly to others. Take the opportunity to get to know your fellow cabin mates better if they aren't already your friends-- they could be the ones who either stand up for you and have your back if some other student gives you trouble, or they could end up being the source of trouble if they feel uncomfortable with you and/or are transphobic. You don't need to be best friends with all of them, but don't be a wallflower and ignore them either, and try to be reasonable even when they're not.

You might encounter curiosity or questions from your peers about your gender identity and body. While it's entirely up to you how much you want to share, being prepared with a simple and confident response can help navigate these interactions smoothly.

Respect the privacy and boundaries of your cabin mates, just as you would expect them to respect yours. Establishing mutual respect early on can contribute to a harmonious living environment. Even so, living with other folks means you may have disagreements and friction over things like how messy your space is, how late people stay up, etc, especially when you're living together for two months, so be prepared to stand up for yourself but also remember to try and be a problem-solver and take a minute to cool down before you get into a fight and learn to let some things go.

As always, remember that you have the right to be there and to feel comfortable in your surroundings. If you encounter any challenges or need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to reach out to a trusted camp counselor or staff member. They are there to support you and ensure that your camp experience is positive and safe. If someone does cause drama or is bullying you or is transphobic etc, don't be afraid to snitch! You gotta take care of you.

All that being said, I don't have a lot of experience with this type of situation myself-- I went to a week of school sleep-away camp in 5th grade and 6th grade but that was before I came out, and the next time I went to a similar sleep-away camp thing was a brief experience in college, so I was a young adult and had been on T and had 2 of my 5 surgeries by that point and I only needed to share a room with my partner. I would like to encourage our followers to add on with more tips if you have relevant experiences and can help anon out! And anon, when you come back from camp, please do share any life-hacks you've picked up with us to help the next young trans camper out!!

Followers, anything to add?

[patheticpomegranite]

sad rant about transphobia and women's shelters

i know that i don't talk much about politics on here, i'm honestly very paranoid about getting deported, but as a person who lived in a women's and children's center with my mom when i was a kid i am so upset about the ruling today by the UK supreme court.

i don't live in the uk, but it's still upsetting. i hate how the government and radical feminists pretend that trans women don't get equally (if not more!) abused and targeted for their gender. in reality, it is obvious, it is absolutely unignorable, that any woman who is particularly marginalized is targeted more. women of color, immigrant women, disabled women, and trans women are all sought out by abusers because they have less of a support system. abusers think that they are less likely to complain, reach out to friends, or run away. they abuse marginalized women because they know they are more likely to get away with it. i am not getting this from a study, but just by being awake in the last 10 years. i know this to be true, and most likely the people who were campaigning for this decision knew that too, somewhere deep in their hearts past all the bullshit that is in their heads.

our protections for women are already so little, but instead of improving access to resources women might need, we are focusing removing access from "the wrong women". it's a similar case in healthcare and disability accommodations, they are so afraid that someone might get help that they don't need that they are limiting access from the thousands who need it.

i agree that we need spaces for women, i have greatly benefitted from women's shelters and a women's only section of gyms. i remember what it is like to be made to feel incredibly uncomfortable in the presence of a sinister guy, but i couldn't even manage what it must be like to already be a victim of that kind of attention and also have to share locker rooms with the same men that did that to me, or not having a single place to go as a result of violence perpetuated by a man.

any kind of ruling like this will result in violence towards trans women. because abusers know that they can get away with it.

using the name of feminism, a movement that has been fighting for the safety of women, to leave women susceptible to violence, and not even have a community to go to afterwards, is so incredibly cruel.

i don't mean to make people's day worse, life is always worth living, no matter how bad the government gets, there is usually some way to weather through the storm, or at least to attempt to do so, but i really needed to write my thoughts down to get over them.

[dtmsrpfcringe]

So i want to ask something about the LGBT Awards and the whole thing about DT and KB even tho it was 2 weeks ago. So im not British and as someone who has their whole support on LGBT+, when i first saw the speech DT did, i looked at the things KB said before because i didnt know much about her, and i saw the thing she was doing is being against Trans Woman using Public Woman places. DT said in his speech that anyone can live like how they want to live ( which i agree) unless they bring any harm to anyone. But just like it happened in jails, some people would bring harm? And i know that there is a Trans Woman using Public Woman places argument because woman will feel uncomfortable for example undressing in a locker room with there being a person with a biological male body. And i dont think this is about Trans people at all, its about biological differences, its not about that person being Trans or not, it doesnt matter. The thing that matters is the unsafe situations that this may lead to. I dont like KB myself. So does this mean that woman not feeling safe in this sitiuation doesnt matter? I mean isnt it putting people in danger, not from Trans People but people that might take advantage of this? How can you trust someone you dont know? I was just confused and wanted to ask i dont want to offend anybody, Love you all 💗

i feel uncomfortable in locker rooms no matter the agab of the person getting dressed, but that doesn't mean I get to tell people they can't be there when I am. A sign on a bathroom door isn't going to stop someone from sa'ing. The man that sa'd me was a conservative Christian man who did it under the eyes of my family. This argument is just used to demonize trans people and it's goddamn ridiculous.

[mommybard]

honestly i think trans women in general have the biggest right to (and the most respect for) setting firm boundaries with cis men. while im a cis* dyke, my bff is a trans woman and she has told me how little respect she has for them as class (not about man as a gender identity) because of what, to quote "I heard them say when they thought there were no women listening". and as a lesbian i've experienced the shit they want justified, because "if a lesbian agrees with me its actually fine right?" (no it isn't, you're being gross) tldr, personal boundaries with intimacy isn't sexism, its just boundaries

mad respect,

-🐝dyke (byke, if you will)

*born a woman, gender is lesbian, but i use she/her pronouns so i say cis because its easier to explain

The number of times when I was an egg and before I came out that I heard cismen say absolutely HORRENDOUS shit is too damn many. I grew up in Texas and I played football, and that locker room talk was fucking horrible. And the coaches don't bat an eye at it, they're all for normalizing it with "Boys will be boys" nonsense. And yeah, co-signing that personal boundaries bit. Kink can be a place where you feel very vulnerable, where you're exploring yourself and what you enjoy and finding things out about others. It's okay to set up who you do and don't want to feel that way around. Especially since, and I think I've posted this before or used it in a response to some other anon, but like most kinky spaces online cater to or are VERY welcoming of cismen, specifically heterosexual ones. I'd argue that most porn or smut is filmed/written with them as the target demographic with the shots/descriptions. So to complain that there's a spot that isn't catering to them, that has boundaries is just...why. You already have so much. Go enjoy that shit. Don't come here and bitch at me cause I said I don't want to deal with you in an emotionally vulnerable place.

[letitrott]

Bowers gang x Goth Reader PART 3 Belch Route - CHOOSE YOUR OWN STORY

Option A: Spend lunch with Belch

PART 1 Intro (CLICK ME)

PART 2 Science class "With Belch" (FOR THIS POST)

PART 2 (CLICK ME) Mother link all story options

Part 3 (CLICK ME) Mother link all story options

Warnings: Un wanted touching and Rough treatment

*You both walked out of class together and down the stairs as your hair swayed in the light breeze. You couldn't help but notice Belch staring you smiled at him playfully.* Belch: Hey Um I don't know if this is too soon but do you want to take lunch early? Reader: You wanna take off somewhere? Its only second period!? Belch: Yeah but schools a waste can't really get to know you better. I don't think we share any other classes... Reader: Hmmm *you dig out some paper in your pocket* Do you have any of these other classes? Belch: Noo...Come on the teachers here don't even give a shit Reader: I'm sure that comes with your reputation *you tease* Belch: Nah all that's not really me.... Reader: So why are you In the gang then?...I've heard whispers...

Belch: Don't worry about it, you know me so you know the gang. Reader: This Henry guy isn't looking for me! Or DID HE SEND YOU *you faked a hurt and betrayed expressions* Belch: Now your just being dramatic... Reader: Fine..I guess I'll accept your lil Date Invitation *you walk in front of him as he watches you fade away slowly* Belch: Hey Wait up! I still didn't catch your name... *He jogs up to you* Reader: Lilith *you smiled* Belch: Well... Definitely suits you *he chuckles* Reader: *you punch him lightly in the arm* Not funny Huggins! *You smiled playfully as he followed you to your locker* *You dawned the hallways crowded by kids and the smell of B.O, Drunk Elephant and In the Clouds body spray (its a joke). You bring your hand to your nose to drown out the unpleasant smell. The over active atmosphere bothering you a little too. Belch followed closely behind you glaring at all the heads that would sway your way as you graced the halls. Something you failed to notice what you did notice was this group of boys one leaning against a locker, another two standing chatting away. They looked larger and seemed to intimidate most of the other students, you frowned moving closer*

Belch: Oh hey you must not like how crowded it is in here *he grabs your hand talking a forced detour* Reader: *His large hands felt very warm and he was gentle in his approach you didn't mind following his lead* Belch: *let go for your hand apologising* Sorry I didn't mean too... Reader: I can tell you think to much *you wrap your arm around his large bicep as you smiled reassuring him* Reader: Now that I think about it...I don't need shit from my locker Belch: Aight to the car it is *Belch Failed to notice The Gang watching him* Henry: What's up with that *he gets off the locker glancing at Victor* Victor: Don't look at me... Patrick: You think Belch is trying to hide her from us *he smirks* Victor: Come on Pat just let the guy enjoy himself *he laughs* Henry: It's the new girl.... Victor: The one we have been waiting in these dork filled halls for! Patrick: *smirks* Well this should be fun *Patrick and Victor follow behind Henry as they start following after you and Belch.* Belch: *Looks over his shoulder clearly seeing a very pissed of looking Henry approaching. He starts walking faster towards the trans am opening the door for you as you hop in shot gun* Belch: Shit..*he cusses*

Henry: *Taps on the window opening the door* Hello beautiful your in my seat... *He says seductively Reader: *You noticed they were the boys from the locker room earlier. You turn back to belch giving him "you could have said something look" before getting up* Reader: Sorry *looking down at your feet as you get out trying to not draw attention to yourself* Henry: Look at me when I talk to you *he cooed* Reader: *Your Glassy eyes met with his blue ones as you were about to walk away from the Amy (the trans am). Patrick: Where are you running off too... Your other boyfriend *he blocking your path way, towering over you as he loomed closer* Henry: *had sat down fling his arm around your waist prompting you to sit down on your lap* Henry: It's ok baby Doll just ask if you want to sit on me so badly... Reader: I don't want to sit with you.. *you stated flatly* Patrick: *Closes the door on you both as you see the Blond haired boy and the creepy brunette make their way to the other doors, opening them and sitting in the back of the car. Unfazed* Reader: *you glare at Henry*

Henry: Don't look at me like that.. *his leather hands bringing out the paleness in yours as he cupped your cheek admiring your features* Henry: You yourself a mysterious one Huh Belch *his voice not sounding overly pleased* Reader: *you turn your head away from Henry glaring at Belch very pissed that you were now in this situation. You were definitely going to lecture him later* Patrick: *snickering at the back amused but that wasn't enough* Patrick: *Reaches out touching a couple strands of you glossy dark locks*

Reader: You swat his hand away *frowning angrily* Patrick: *Smirks before tagging your head back by your hair as your neck was exposed looking at the ceiling of the car. His head next to you as your eyes peered into each others* Belch: *snaps grabbing a fist full on Patricks hair* YOU FUCKING WATCH YOURSELF PATRICK! *He was pissed* Victor: *Face palming visibly already drained a the mess being created* Henry: *glances over at Patrick as he let go. Belch also letting go of Patrick* Henry: Where do you wanna go cutie...*his hands brushing some strands away from your face* Reader: *you turn away refusing to look at any of them..* Victor: We can go to my place my parents are out Henry: Nah I wanna let the cutie choose *he smirks* Reader: Your awfully tolerant Bowers...*you spat* Henry: *his hands grip your thighs the skin turning white, the pressure leaving nail marks* Henry: Watch it cutie don't make me put you in your place...*his temper changing sporadically*

WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE !!!

A. Victors place B. The Mall

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i suppose i want to know why are trans people the demographic you’ve decided to go after so vehemently?

if you think trans people are predatory and evil, i think i sit right here as an example of that being false. i’m a 16 year old trans girl, who’s been forced back into the closet time and time again by transphobes. i’ve been raped once and physically beaten by groups of people four times, all for the crime of being a “sexual deviant” trying to invade women’s spaces or assault them. i was twelve. (i was raped in the boys’ bathroom, i have never made an effort to be allowed to use women’s bathrooms or locker rooms, etc, out of a combination of fear for my safety and concern for others’ comfort. i also haven’t used a public restroom besides the single-person disabled bathroom at my school since that day) am i still a predator simply by being transgender? and before you say someone indoctrinated me into being trans, i grew up in a house with transphobic and somewhat homophobic family, and i never even got to meet another trans person until i was 14, three years after discovering my transness

I don't buy the stories made by teenagers, just because I know teenagers have a tendency to make shit up to "win" an argument. Nothing about you as a person, just something I adhere to out of principle. I like evidence first and foremost. I am not a "believe all victims" kind of girl.

But there is one thing that makes me suspicious of what you say, and that is this contradiction:

"i’ve been raped once and physically beaten by groups of people four times, all for the crime of being a 'sexual deviant' trying to invade women’s spaces or assault them..." "i have never made an effort to be allowed to use women’s bathrooms or locker rooms..."

How can they beat you for something you never did? If you never made an effort to be in women's private areas, then they can't beat you for being in those areas. They can only assume that is your intention, but I feel like I would have to assume that this is what you mean, but I don't make assumptions out of principle. You need to clarify.

I was also raised by conservatives, but I still identified as transgender because of internet access at a young age. Irrelevant. Isn't it kinda weird that so much has changed since you were 11 and 16 but somehow this one thing has stayed the same? At 11 I wanted to be a teacher, at 16 I wanted to be an animator, at 21 I wanted to be a lawyer. So much changes in your teenage years but I feel like you've assumed that it is impossible for you to rethink your own identity or that it is impossible for your 11-year-old self to be wrong. Was I correct that I will become a teacher at 11? Yes. Imagine if I adhered to the same rigid thinking that it was inevitable that I would become a teacher just because I wanted to be one. That it was inherent in my identity.

Then when does that cross from being a legitimate identification of the self to a self-fulfilling prophecy? If you act under the assumption that you are destined to be a teacher, you will make decisions that will make this future more likely. You will pave your own path, meaning it was only determined to be so because you thought it was determined. If you stop thinking it is a determined future, it will stop being a determined future.

Of course, this comparison fails on multiple levels, but I am using it to tell you to allow yourself the flexibility to change your mind. Do what I refused to do at your age, stop identifying as female and stop thinking its "fate" and identify as a man in your own head for a few weeks. Just as a trial run. Do all the things you thought you had to do to think of yourself as female, like using a different name or set of pronouns for yourself internally, but for your biological sex. The point of this is to show that you're fulfilling your own prophecy and that once you get out of the habit of fulfilling the prophecy, the prophecy won't exist anymore.

I don't think children are predators unless they rape or assault someone. I think the same of many adult trans-identified males. I think a lot of them are insecure and disillusioned, nothing more. I'm not a radical feminist, I'm a southern conservative who identifies as gender critical.