#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...

[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. 

[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.

~

[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.

[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.

[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

[bullshit-tqia]

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.

[boatem-probler]

It's Triple Feature Night in... Tokyo Soul!

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / You Are Here! / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / Wrap-Up

There are THREE days in this report, because I was speeding through them so I could get to the Lizzie Episodes. Also Grian isn't in most of these ones, he's too busy being locked in the basement dungeon.

This report contains mentions of: slavery "jokes", death, violence, blood, stalking, sexual harassment.

Previously on Tokyo Soul:

ALL HAIL THE MOON LORD

This Time...

Episode 16 – BUY A TAURTIS!

I’m just gonna cut right to the chase – Sam is doing a full-on master-slave roleplay thing with the Taurtis clones, and it is not played as fetishy at all, even jokingly, it is really just. Slavery. It’s a whole thing. It’s not funny. The whole episode is sort of about it. Sorry.

Anyway, there are now four Taurtises, the new one is Taurissa. And there’s a Taurtis626 in the chat now? Coming back to this later because I think I figured it out. Taurtis00 found a sailor fuku in a barn and changed her name to Taurissa00. Trans rights. Taurtis69 is still Taurtis69, not the one who exploded, a different one. And Taurtis626 just showed up overnight. Everything clear now? Great!

Anyway Taurtis seems to be attracted to Taurissa.

Sam claims to not know where Grian is.

On the way to school, they find Jerry in the park. He’s another Taurtis clone, but sort of wall-eyed. Also he types in a manner that makes it clear he is meant to be stupid in an ableist caricature way.

Sam tries to auction off some of the Taurtis clones at school. Jamberite asks which ones are good for experimenting. I have no idea what is meant to be up with her.

Oh Geode’s smile is even wider now. But at least his eye is back.

Anyway he and Dr. Nurse MD each buy a Taurtis, before Señor Loro comes in to bust things up. Everybody scatters.

Except Nurse MD. Who apparently has DONE SOMETHING LIKE THIS BEFORE?? Señor Loro is talking to him like he’s an alcoholic. Eventually Nurse MD relents.

Anyway. The chupacabra fucking Got Tori. Sam chases him out of the school. Everyone goes back to the classroom to poke Tori’s head with sticks. Señor Loro walks in on this. He tells the class not to tell anyone this happened, because they “don’t have insurance”. He goes off to find a substitute teacher.

Sam and Taurtis decide that Jerry should be the substitute.

Episode 17 – JERRY THE TEACHER!

Jerry teaches the class about JerryKats. They are made out of Jerry and Cats, apparently.

“This is the most I’ve learned since we’ve been at this school, to be honest.” – Taurtis

Dr. Nurse makes Taurtis put on a sexy nurse outfit. He says he wanted to make Grian wear it. He also says it’s his fetish. Oh god and now Kurokuma’s here WHY. There is a limit to how much of this one guy on the internet can take, you know.

Anyway, basically, the “lesson” is Dr. Nurse MD letting this creepy old man harass Taurtis in front of the class.

After class, they run into Jorje the goat, and attempt to warn him about the chupacabra, but he’s more interested in flirting with Jerry. Señor Loro shows up and “confiscates” Jerry.

Today is swimming day in gym class! Time to see if all those Taurtis clones are still in the pool! They are not!

Episode 18 – TAURTIS IS DEAD!

They all go into the locker room to change. In Taurtis’s locker there is a note. Written by Taurtis. That he doesn’t remember writing. It says:

Taurtis is freaking the fuck out.

Taurissa claims she can’t get in the pool because she is having a baby.

Igbar is just having a great fucking time swimming.

In Professor Geode’s class, Sam and Taurtis attempt to glean clues from Geode’s behavior to help them figure out if Taurtis is really a clone. Unfortunately, Geode’s behavior is rather erratic, because today is Teacher Inspection Day!

Geode has prepared an entire decoy classroom that he hurries all the students into before Señor Loro shows up. Geode is suddenly wearing a chef’s outfit and pretending to be a teacher called Mr. Dayman. Señor Loro is completely fooled, much to Taurtis’s chagrin.

Then they all go back to Geode’s actual classroom, where Geode confirms that Taurtis is, in fact, a clone. But he’s also constantly backpedaling and trying to deny the existence of clones outright, and Taurtis is clinging onto this.

Geode takes a blood sample from Taurtis by hitting him with a knife.

They run into Jerry after school, who says that “the goat” is dangerous and scary.

Episode 19 – TEACHER CHUPA!

It’s a new day! Taurissa made salmon for everyone. Taurtis tries to eat a cactus. Taurissa explodes. Jerry takes this as a sign that their time has almost come and they’re all doomed. He says their “expiration date” is near, and they need an “antidote” that Professor Geode made. They figure they can ask Geode about it at school.

Outside, Jorje is trying to find Jerry. He’s also wearing a school uniform now. Sam and Taurtis tell him that Jerry expired while Jerry sneaks out the back door.

Jorje is already in the school lobby (lobby? Do schools have lobbies?) when they get there. He’s talking to the chupacabra, who is wearing a suit. He’s the new teacher. Unclear if Jorje recognizes him as the chupacabra, but Señor Loro definitely doesn’t.

The boys go to Geode’s classroom. Geode’s smile, somehow, is Even Wider now. He also disappears mysteriously.

The bell rings, and it’s time for Mr. Chupa’s class! It’s a History class, apparently. Also, the classroom is full of candles and cushions arranged in a wonky circle with a dead-looking bonsai in the middle of it, so I’m sure nothing weird at all will happen in this class.

Mr. Chupa leads the class in a meditation exercise. The meditation is mostly about Goats. Also Sam and Taurtis accidentally tell Jorje where Jerry is hiding.

Episode 20 – DR NURSE MD!

Nurse MD has decided to dedicate this class to teaching his students why they will all be terrible parents. They’re doing the thing where everyone has to take care of an egg, but in pairs, and also they’re encouraged to try to break other people’s eggs.

The eggs are actual Minecraft eggs. You can imagine how this goes.

Taurtis626 explodes at the back of the class and Sam literally Does Not Notice.

Jerry is pretending to be a potted plant.

Dr. Nurse MD literally has to come out into the hallway and GET THEM because none of them noticed Taurtis626 exploding. He just walks up and asks them to explain why his classroom is covered in blood. It's the funniest fucking thing.

They rush to Geode’s class again, where he very slowly tells them about the antidote. Taurtis69 explodes (again). The bell rings and Geode refuses to tell them anything else, because they need to go to gym class.

The gym teacher isn’t there. It turns out that Señor Loro hired Jerry as the replacement gym teacher.

Episode 21 – GEODE’S DUNGEON!

Jerry is having some difficulties controlling the class and fending off Jorje at the same time, so nothing has really been done by the time the bell rings.

Taurtis hurries them along to Geode’s class, because he can “feel his innards bubbling”.

Geode announces that the class is going on a field trip, and will be playing a game on the way there called “don’t get caught by Señor Loro”. They get caught by Señor Loro as soon as they step outside the school. Geode quickly puts on a ginger fake mustache.

Geode takes them to the dump, and tells them whoever digs the most will get a prize! Taurtis is convinced Geode took them to the dump because that’s where the antidote is.

Sam: “I mean, I really doubt he cares, at all.” Taurtis: “We’re his creations, Sam, of course he cares about us!”

Sorry Taurtis but I think I’m with Sam on this one, actually. Sentences I never thought I would say.

Taurtis immediately falls down a hole. At the bottom of the hole are, apparently, “a bunch of heads”. Sam jumps down to see. The heads don’t appear to be from anyone we’ve seen, but they sure are a bunch of heads.

Meanwhile, Igbar finds a “demon sword”.

Dom gets angry about everyone destroying his home, because apparently he lives at the dump now.

Taurtis continues to ask Geode about the antidote. Geode tells him that the antidote is “safe at home” in his vault.

Sam tunnels into Dom’s house, which is inside a hollowed-out trash heap.

Sam and Taurtis sneak out of class to break into Geode’s house. They bring Dom with them, because Dom is good at parkour and would therefore, they reason, also be good at breaking and entering. They also pick up Jerry on the way.

Geode’s house is very mad scientist-core, it’s got the beakers, the metal floors, the big test tubes, the whole shebang. The test tubes are each labeled “Test Subject [number] – Failure”. There’s also another container labeled “Samples of Taurtis’s Garbage”.

Taurtis opens up a manhole cover on the floor leading to a basement with At Least One Skull in it. Sam and Dom go down the ladder on the other side of the room. Taurtis is stuck in a cage. They all work to break down the cage door while Sam and Taurtis argue over whose fault this is.

Taurtis: “You know I love jumping down mysterious holes.”

They unlock a door in Geode’s office with a lever from their house that Taurtis had in his pocket. Inside is a block of coal labeled “The Perfect Taurtis”.

They go down a different ladder into a larger basement. There’s a big door with a bunch of levers next to it and a sign reading “Secret Taurtis Gloop Vault – password: 1”. There are also more Taurtis clones, and one Dom clone for some reason? They’re theorizing it was the milk. None of the Taurtis clones are moving, but the Dom clone is. He’s Dom3 according to the chat. They break him out. He and Dom immediately start flirting with each other.

Sam inputs the password into the vault and the door opens, revealing chests full of “Icky, Sticky, Taurtis Gloop”. Taurtis drinks a bottle. Jerry isn’t looking too hot. Geode has arrived to “take care of his children”. They all hide behind various Taurtis clones.

One of the clones apparently wants to take Geode on a date. Geode responds, “Why, of course, Chosen One”. So, that’s a thing that’s happening I guess.

Geode notices the gloop vault has been opened. Everyone bolts. Geode’s house is connected to a train station, so they’re able to hide there while Geode runs past them. Geode yells that he is going to inform his superiors.

Jerry doesn’t feel so good. Taurtis gives him a bottle of goop. Jerry’s head swells up, but nothing else happens. Apparently he was able to hold the explosion in, like a sneeze.

Back at home, Taurtis wonders if he has a number, and figures out by typing in the chat that he is Taurtis2.

STAR WARS SPECIAL!!

Since Pug already covered these episodes in this post, I don't focus too much on what's actually happening moment-to-moment, but more so the little details and the things related to the ongoing Tokyo Soul, uh, "plot". So my "summary" probably won't make a whole lot of sense if you haven't either read Pug's summary or watched the episodes yourself.

You know, I had assumed the Star Wars Day Special would have been posted on May the 4th, but no, it was posted on January 19th. Is this like one of those “Christmas in July” things?

Taurtis claims that “Grian used to always make us breakfast”. Not sure when this is meant to have happened, since they rarely eat on screen in either series, from what I’ve seen, and also they’ve been in Tokyo for Exactly One Week by my count, but maybe this is just one of those things where one of these kids will just fully make something up about another one of them.

Grian: “Do you know what he did???” Taurtis: “He’s done a lot of things…”

This is the funniest possible description of Sam to me. He’s done a lot of things.

Grian doesn’t know who Jerry is. He says he heard a bunch of Taurtises talking and then he “kinda went to sleep for a while”. He was there when they rescued a bunch of clones from the pool, so he knows about the clones, but the last time there were more than two Taurtis clones in the house was Yesterday Morning, which sort of implies that Grian has been Depression Napping for at least an entire day. Just thought you guys might want to know that.

Grian also asks if Sam named Jerry that because of “what happened to me”. This Kills The Man.

Grian has a very blasé reaction to being told that Taurtis is dead and the one walking around with them is a clone, but I guess there’s a lot going on in his life.

He also doesn’t really react to hearing that Tori was killed. I guess even if she was a pretty reasonable person they still didn’t do a whole lot in her class.

Taurtis wants to join the Stormtroopers because they’re all clones.

Just wanna point out that they’re learning to use the Force from the chupacabra. How the hell did the chupacabra learn how to use the Force?

Sam lost the egg he was supposed to be taking care of for Dr. Nurse’s class and goes looking around for one to “borrow”, which means we get to see inside Igbar von Squid’s locker! He has emergency breathing helmets, a gun named “Humie Hunter”, some raw fish, and some kind of crystalline thing named “Hyooman Souls”, so that’s interesting.

Okay why does Dr. Nurse suddenly want Geode dead I wasn’t under the impression he was part of this plotline. We’ll see if that actually sticks around past this special I guess.

Dr. Nurse: “Boys, I am trusting you, with all of my idiotic heart.” Taurtis: “There’s your first mistake.”

It’s occurring to me that aside from a couple remarks about not wanting to be in a cramped closet with him, Grian’s venom towards Dr. Nurse is still mostly about his intelligence/teaching skills. Which, like, makes sense since Grian wasn’t there for the whole… nurse outfit thing. But it’s still a little disconcerting to me.

Not sure why Geode is Jabba the Hutt suddenly, but okay. I mean. Star Wars Special is why, but. You know what I mean (I don’t even know what I mean).

Mr. Chupa fully eats a student. Will it last? Vote now on your phones.

Theory: everyone is being pushed by some cosmic force into playing the role of whatever Star Wars character they’re dressed as. Wouldn’t be the strangest thing that’s happened in this town. Definitely wouldn’t be the strangest thing that will ever happen in this town, we haven’t even gotten to Cthulu yet.

Also all the stormtroopers are Taurtis clones. Sam and Grian kill a bunch of them in the process of climbing an AT-AT.

We’ll also have to see if the principal stays dead after the special because they kill him too, because he’s Darth Vader or something.

They shove all the Taurtis clone Stormtroopers into the basement dungeon. They find Taurtis69’s diary in the process, which reveals that he dug the room out himself, and then later on Jerry decorated it. Sam goes inside to see for himself and Grian locks him in. Happy ending!

No Trauma Count This Time Because Pug Already Took Care of That

Something I'm thinking about. Taurtis is unavailable: Grian and Sam fuck around in a superstore for a couple episodes. Grian is unavailable: huge personal revelations. Out-of-story, it feels weirdly like Grian is still being considered as a "guest" character even though he's been on the show for a while now.

In-story though. Taurtis is Important, it's Important that Taurtis is There. But it's not quite as Important that it be the same Taurtis the whole time. In Sam's mind in Yandere High School, and now in the narrative itself in Tokyo Soul, there just has to be someone present who can fit in a Taurtis-shaped outline.

Idk. I'm Chewing On It.

Next Time... LIZZIE LIZZIE LIZZIE LIZZIE

[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.

[take-taker-taken]

Hi.... I've been backreading your blog since my old interest in WWE has been reignited and I love your writing and your enthusiasm for these wrestlers (they're my favourites ^-^) I've never requested fic before so I'm not sure what the etiquette is, but if you would be willing, I'd love to see a fic with Early 90s!Undertaker x a trans man!reader, maybe with the reader being a novice wrestler. Thank you and have a lovely day/night etc

Hi, Anon! Thank you for the lovely comments 😊 Here’s your fic - hope you enjoy! I have no idea whether ‘Cyclone’ is a genuine wrestler’s name anywhere and I didn’t google so I hope there are no hideous unintentional clashes with anything.

Learning Curve

You pace nervously around the canvas, giving the occasional glance over to the curtained off doorway that sits around 60 feet away. You were told to be here by noon to get some more ring time in, and that they’d send someone down to work with you. Your heart nearly stops when the curtain is flipped to one side and a giant appears - the shaggy, russet-coloured hair is unmistakeable. There’s no hat or long coat, but he’s wearing the rest of his ring gear - black tights and a black shirt with short, ragged sleeves. This can’t be who they’ve sent… you take an involuntary step back.

The giant walks slowly down the walk way before stopping a few feet from the apron.

“Cyclone, right?” Your first thought is that his voice isn’t quite as deep as you’ve heard in his promos. You nod dumbly and he does a quick step that brings him right up to the edge and then he’s climbing through the ropes. “I’m Undertaker,” he says, holding out his hand. You meet the handshake and swallow as your hand disappears into his huge paw.

“Good to meet you, sir.” You manage not to stutter as you stare up at his face, taking in the sharp, green eyes and the scruffy red beard. He cocks his head and you see his eyes flick over your chest as he takes you in. You’re used to that, and you know that there’s an understanding around the locker room of your history and so you just tighten up your grip a little on his hand before you release each other.

“They said you wanted to get some ring time, and work on a few things?” He stands with his hands on his hips, all business.

You nod again and then silently curse your current lack of vocal ability. Damn, he really is cute without all that purple-coloured make up under his eyes. He looks vaguely amused at your unintentional guppy impersonation and reaches out, slapping you lightly on the arm.

“So what do you want to work on? Holds? Offence and defence? I’m thinking lifts might be out just now.” He quirks an eyebrow as he mentions lifts and you laugh a little and shrug.

“Yeah… I don’t think I could lift you. Could we… could I try some takedowns?” You feel kind of silly asking, but at the same time there’s not much you can do without his say so. To your relief he nods and takes a few steps back.

“Sure - come at me with it and we’ll check your technique.”

You back off to the ropes and brace yourself to charge forward and then stop. “Umm, are you going to defend, or…”

“Naw, we’ll keep it straightforward and work on how you deal with a defence against it later. Now, hit it.”

You take a deep breath and launch yourself towards the waiting giant and into the move, amazed when he drops back so easily and then you’re left straddling him, your hands resting on his stomach. You’re nearly overwhelmed with a desire to just lean forward the rest of the way and kiss across those massive shoulders but you give your head a shake and then roll off him.

Still on his back, he turns his head lazily to one side and nods at you. “That was good. No messing around or acting like your opponent’s gonna break.”

You smile, delighted at the praise and shift on to your knees. “Thanks. It felt really good - never thought you’d go down so easily.” As soon as the words are out, you blush at the completely unintended double entendre. He doesn’t seem to pay it any mind though, and then you both get back to your feet.

“OK, again.” He beckons you on and so you repeat the move and again he falls to the canvas. You do it a third time and then on the fourth he counters but doesn’t give it his all so you’re able to recover quickly. Warmed up now and with the adrenaline starting to flow, you bounce on your toes and then he steps up and ruffles your hair with one big hand.

“Alright, boy - I think it’s time you were on your back for a while. Hit the ropes one, two, three and then when you come off the last time, I’m gonna give you a clothesline.”

You push the image he’s just conjured out of your mind and nod enthusiastically before doing as he’s said with the rope work. You even manage not to flinch as you approach his outstretched oak branch of an arm. You drop on to your back and then close your eyes as he follows you down, pinning you with his body weight. He leans across you, elbow propped on the canvas as he smirks.

“Yeah, this is much better. Think you can kick out?” He leans over a little more as he says it and you know there isn’t a hope in hell of being able to get your shoulder up off the floor.

You shake your head. “Nope.” You’re breathing hard from the slam to the floor. “You got me.”

“I do, don’t I?” He lowers his head until his lips are just a few inches from yours. “How you feeling down there?”

Your heart pounds as you contemplate this latest double entendre and notice that those green eyes are sparkling. “Down here?” You reply, shrugging as best you can before adding, “Or down there?”

You can see that you’ve caught him off guard just a bit when he pauses and then chuckles. “Yeah, that’s real cute, boy. You’ve got a smart mouth.” He moves an inch closer. “A smart, pretty mouth.”

You take a breath in order to reply and then he’s closed the gap and his lips are pressed to yours. Only for a couple of seconds, as he draws back to look you over one last time. “This OK?”

In answer, you take your turn to close the gap but he quickly retakes control and you happily capitulate, parting your lips to allow his tongue entrance. He tastes fresh and clean and as he thoroughly kisses you into oblivion your hips twitch as his other hand wanders down over your hip and between your legs. He strokes repeatedly over your inner thigh and then you almost feel the effort of will as he backs off and ends the kiss.

“We can’t do this here.” He dips back down for another quick peck to your lips before he moves his arm and lets you up. “Let’s go get showered up.” You get to your feet and must have puppy dog eyes as you see the tenting in his tights, as smile pulls at the corner of his mouth and he ruffles your hair again.

“If there’s nobody -”

“If there’s nobody in there then you’re mine, boy. Ain’t waiting any longer than I have to.” He steps to the side of the ring and ever the gentleman, pushes down the middle rope to give you room to easily scoot out before he follows you on to the apron and down. You head back up the ramp and shout in surprise as he smacks your ass. “Let’s hurry it up - I need to speak to the office - make sure that your match tomorrow is against me.”

That stops you in your tracks and you look up at him. “For real?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Damn right. There’s a hell of a lot of ways for me to get my hands on you during a match. Think I’m letting anyone else get there first, then you got another think comin’, boy - so move it.”

You grin up at him nod. “You haven’t seen my high flying yet… I can already think of one novel way of getting my legs around you…”

“It’s cute how you talk like we’re on a level playing field.” He steals one last kiss before you get too close to the curtain to risk it, adding in a quick bite to your neck that nearly makes your legs give out and then you follow him through, never more intent on getting out of your gear…

END.

[vintage-bentley]

"Other crime rates do not show a specific class that is particularly in danger." Where are you getting that information? Your gut feeling? Because when I look up who gets assaulted in bathrooms unusually often, "trans identified" adolescents are a class that is particularly in danger of sexual assault in bathrooms, particularly if they are 'sex restricted.' https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/31061223/ "The 12-month prevalence of sexual assault was 26.5% among transgender boys, 27.0% among nonbinary youth assigned female at birth, 18.5% among transgender girls, and 17.6% among nonbinary youth assigned male at birth. Youth whose restroom and locker room use was restricted were more likely to experience sexual assault compared with those without restrictions, with risk ratios of 1.26 (95% confidence interval [CI]: 1.02-1.52) in transgender boys, 1.42 (95% CI: 1.10-1.78) in nonbinary youth assigned female at birth, and 2.49 (95% CI: 1.11-4.28) in transgender girls. Restrictions were not associated with sexual assault among nonbinary youth assigned male at birth.

Conclusions: Pediatricians should be aware that sexual assault is highly prevalent in transgender and nonbinary youth and that restrictive school restroom and locker room policies may be associated with risk." I can't imagine why, though. What happened to their privilege? Why can't those strong 'trans identified males' just knock the other boys out? They're built for violence and there's no misogyny aimed at them, so they should be fine! "There's homophobia aimed at them, when we fix that, this will be fixed." And your efforts towards making that happen are truly inspiring. "Doesn't matter, just because you're at extra risk doesn't mean we should be!" But we're at risk *from you.* Do you get that? Do you get how black men who get lynched for 'raping white women' are, in fact, victims of white women? Do you get how "I am your natural victim and you are my natural predator" is in fact a dangerous narrative even when there are shreds of truth - because they inevitably ignore the larger picture?

I agree that trans identifying people, just like any people who don’t conform to what is expected of their sex, are at risk of targeted violence. But the solution is not to look at another oppressed group (women) and say “hey, you know those protections you fought so hard for? You’re going to have to give them up to help this other group that includes male people who frequently talk about how much they hate you”.

If there is a problem with violence against trans identifying people in sexed spaces, then I will once again argue in favour of mixed-sex spaces becoming more common, in addition to single sex spaces.

Also, I don’t understand why the trans community was so focused on saying “you need to accept the opposite sex into your spaces” instead of tackling the clear problem here: people not accepting members of their own sex who are different. Men need to learn to accept trans identified males as their fellow men. Women need to learn to accept trans identified females as their fellow women. And until that happens, unisex spaces can be advocated for to keep everybody safe.

And another thing I don’t understand: you say that you’re at risk from “us” (I’m assuming that means people who don’t identify as trans). So why do you want so badly to be in our spaces? Trans identified males say that “terfs” are their biggest threat. Yet they want to be in women’s spaces with us. Why is that? Every other oppressed group has worked hard to create spaces away from their oppressors.

Two things can be true at once: trans identifying people face violence in sexed spaces, but the solution is not to force women to give up our own protections. There needs to be a compromise that is made, instead of expecting women to bend over backwards and obey the trans community’s every demand.

Black men being lynched due to accusations of rape from white women was not because of feminists understanding that men are our oppressors, it was due to racism. Stop using that as a talking point to shut women up when we acknowledge that men as a class, regardless of race, have been and still are responsible for persecution and violence against women.

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Whole

Summary: Don comes out to Bobby

Rating: G

Genre: Canon Era, Trans Don, Period-Typical Attitudes, Getting Together, Light Angst, Slice of Life

Words: 1336

A/N: for @arokel who has been the driving force behind my trans!Don fics thank youuuuu ;v;

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Bobby is safe.

Don is sure of that. He’s never stated anything outright, but it’s the little comments here and there. When some distasteful words are spoken, Bobby is the first to shoot them down.

Not to mention that Bobby is his closest friend. Never before has Don been so secure, being able to exist as he’s always wanted.

He finds it’s only fair for Bobby to know the truth.

But as much as he believes in Bobby, Don is still gripped by fear. Who, what he is, it’s not by the book. Even he had to trudge through a fog until he met one woman that changed it all.

She showed him the world, took him under her wing until Don was ready to go out on his own. It’s been years since he’s last seen her, but she’s never far from his thoughts and gratitude.

Don thinks maybe he owes it to her. But he’s not so sure anymore as he leads Bobby to their familiar haunt.

The bar is bustling tonight but they still manage to squeeze into a booth in a corner. Drinks are ordered and once the buzz starts to set in, Don thinks over his words.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” Bobby nudges him with a grin.

Don swallows, looks Bobby in the eye. His gaze is curious, fond, and, if Don is being hopeful, encouraging.

Leaning in so he doesn’t have to shout over the band, Don speaks close to Bobby’s ear.

“You’re my best friend,” Don starts to break the ice.

Bobby chuckles. “You don’t say. That all you wanted to tell me?”

It’s a heavy breath that leaves Don and he thinks he sees Bobby shiver. “I…I think I like you more than that,” Don admits. “And there’s something else you should know.”

Drawing back, Bobby stares at Don. A pit forms in Don’s stomach. He can’t tell if Bobby is mad or about to burst into tears. His grip is tight on his glass and Don reaches over to release Bobby’s hold just so he doesn’t break it on accident.

“I’m a transsexual too,” Don blurts out.

All he gets is a blink, a furrowed brow. “What?”

“I’m..,” Don doesn’t want to explain. Wishes he didn’t have to. “If you look at my medical records, they list me as a woman.”

Bobby’s mouth opens and closes but no sound comes out. Regret courses through Don, the bar is too stuffy, the music too loud.

“I…I gotta go,” is all Bobby says before he slides out of the booth.

Don makes no move to stop him. His chest aches as he watches Bobby leave the bar, his head is pounding. Anger and despair mix together creating a storm inside of Don.

He should’ve known better. No one could understand outside of his old friend. And now he’s lost Bobby, someone he thought, believed, would be different. Don tucks his arms close to himself, wipes his face with trembling hands. He doesn’t even know when he started crying.

His life is in ruins now and Don can’t do anything to fix it.

~

Don doesn’t know what makes him go to practice the next day.

He’s walking into a minefield and he holds his breath as he enters the locker room. There’s no sign of Bobby, but more than that, the boys give him their usual cheery hellos.

Don expected stares and hurling insults. Instead, he just gets a few slaps on the back, small talk asking how his morning is going.

He’s in a haze as he makes his way to the dock where Bobby and the coaches are already waiting. Don panics, thinks to turn around, but before he can run, Ulbrickson starts speaking.

Plans for the day’s practice washes over Don. Nothing is directed at him and before he knows it, he’s seated in the shell, the familiar wooden oar tight in his hands.

Bobby avoids his gaze but Don hopes all his own says is a simple thank you. Regardless of Bobby’s reaction, he hasn’t had Don kicked off the team and that says more than Don can say.

Practice goes smoothly.

Don is shocked he’s able to pull his head out, to focus on his rowing with Bobby right in front of him. He was sure he’d be a spectacular loss today but when he gets back on the dock, Don is floating on air.

And when Bobby gives him a soft smile, Don’s heart thumps in his chest.

He takes his time changing, soaking in the small understanding Bobby has given him. It’s only when he hears the clearing of a throat that Don realizes he’s alone in the locker room save for one other person.

“Do you wrap your chest?” Bobby asks the moment Don faces him.

Don blinks rapidly, then gives a single nod.

“Every day? For how long?” Bobby’s arms are crossed and his stare is boring into Don.

It takes some time for his mind to catch up. Bobby didn’t know a thing just a day ago and now he’s acting as if he’s an expert.

Don stumbles over his words, mush coming out of his mouth. Bobby sighs, his gaze darting around.

“I, um, talked to a friend,” Bobby mutters. “I just don’t want you hurting yourself. Can’t be good to do that every day.”

Confusion swirls in Don’s mind. He can only see Bobby’s panicked reaction, his rapid exit from the bar. Nothing makes sense.

“I can’t really get surgery. Not here anyway.”

Don isn’t sure why this is the first thing he says. He looks away, his hands clenching and unclenching as blood pounds in his ears.

“Where then?” Bobby asks with an inquisitive head tilt.

“Wait,” Don shakes his head, holds out a hand as if to block Bobby. “Where is all this coming from?”

Bobby purses his lips, his eyes cast downward. The seconds tick by before Bobby inhales sharply.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone last night. I was scared. Confused. I’m sorry, Don.”

An apology is the last thing Don is expecting and he swallows as Bobby takes a step closer.

“Thing is, I fancy you too. I didn’t know about the other side though. About people like you.”

Don waits with bated breath, steels himself as the space between him and Bobby gets smaller and smaller.

“I want to understand. I want to help you,” Bobby takes his hand. “Whatever it takes.”

With all his thoughts colliding together Don struggles. He wants to yell, cry, and laugh all at once but all he can do is gape at Bobby.

Bobby offers him a small smile, raises Don’s hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles,

“Will you give me a second chance? Will you let me in?” Bobby asks just above a whisper.

Don chokes around a gasp, nods fevertly. “Yes.”

When Bobby pulls him into a hug, Don lets his tears fall with no shame. And then it hits him. Bobby means what he says, he doesn’t have to hide like before.

“Hey, hey,” Bobby rubs his back through his sobs. “I’m here, Donny.”

Don tries to calm his crying, but he has to ride out the waves before he can finally take a breath. Bobby holds Don by his biceps, makes sure Don’s eyes lock onto his.

“You’ll let me know if you’re having troubles during practice, won’t you?”

Don nods with a sniff and he wipes at his face with his sleeve. Then, Bobby stands on his toes, places a soft kiss on Don’s cheek.

“I’m always going to be here for you,” Bobby murmurs. “I won’t leave you ever again.”

It’s so easy to trust, to believe, and Don settles into the familiarity of what they are. How lucky he is that the universe brought them together.

Bobby is his home and Don can keep on going, safe with the knowledge that he no longer has to be alone.