#love that my longest tag is me wondering abt someone’s pronouns

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I posted 3,054 times in 2022

That's 1,331 more posts than 2021!

453 posts created (15%)

2,601 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hiveswap

@incorrect-hs-quotes

@sinsear-aisteach

@relaxxattack

@tubmax

I tagged 2,465 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#whiskey yelling into the void - 200 posts

#homestuck - 104 posts

#dream smp - 89 posts

#dsmp - 76 posts

#liveblogging - 71 posts

#homestuck 2 - 29 posts

#moon knight - 26 posts

#hs^2 - 25 posts

#screaming - 23 posts

#whiskey’s word soup - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#(also idk exactly what swimz’s pronouns are but i’ve seen people call swimz he so that’s just what i’m going with pls tell me if i’m wrong)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

grabs pepsicola and fuckimg shakes them around aggressively like a hamster in a sock (affectionate) (insane) i think about them So Much. idc if it’s johndave or junedave or junedove or WHATEVER!! no matter the genders they are just The Ship Ever

like,,,, it’s about the childhood friendship evolving into something that they’re both afraid of,,, it’s about overcoming their prejudice and internalized homophobia together hand in hand and making something precious out of it,,,, whether it’s pale or flushed or just normal human romance it’s so good either way

They’re like the opposite of Dirkjake!! dirkjake is like “let’s tear each other apart and drive each other insane hand in unlovable hand until we both die i hate you i love you i hate you”. Pepsicola is like “I’ve known you for so long i trust you more than anything let’s make something new and beautiful together from the ashes of our fears i love you i love you i love you”.

150 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#4

reading posts about the tommyinnit love or host on my tumblr dash is like “look at all the weird contestants! there’s so much happening!!! WHY IS HASAN THERE?? RANBOO LOST????” and just having a good little laugh about it. a sensible chuckle

going on twitter to read about it is like. there’s discourse about literally anything and everything, people are calling each other out and everything is in shambles. i feel like a visitor at the zoo watching two lions try to kill each other over a piece of meat

207 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

#3

hey um. u know how Patton said “Passion makes you do crazy things!” in the new sanders sides video and Logan gave him a suspicious Look

now I’m not saying the orange side is going to be Passion but guys. GUYS

215 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#2

i am desperately hoping that hs2 gets updated tomorrow just bc i want to witness the chaos it would bring

403 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Marc “if you touch my wife i will throw us off a cliff” Spector gaining control of the body for one (1) second and using it to punch Steven in the face after he kissed Layla is iconic honestly

769 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

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Long Days | Peter Parker (Blurb)

Pairing: Andrew Garfiled!Spider-Man x POC!reader

Request: “idk if ur still taking request but I just saw no way home and that refueled my Andrew phase so I was wondering if u could write something abt him w a darker toned reader?? Idc what it’s abt I just don’t see a lot of these w darker readers :))”

*GENDER NEUTRAL CHARACTER* (No pronouns mentioned, tried my best to make it as neutral as possible)

Word Count: 1.5K (ish) -

A/N: On the shorter side, but I enjoyed writing this SO MUCH. Thank you so much to the anon who requested this. I know I wrote something more specific for someone who is black, so do NOT hesitate to reach out if you'd like me to write something different/similar. ALSO. This was inspired by the incredibly amazing Dede Lovelace and Moonbear from the show Betty.

Tagging @angelcritterz​ because you seemed interested! Thank you :))))

"Long day?"

"The longest."

He let out a hefty, long sigh once his mask was off. The action told me it hadn't been an exactly rewarding night, but it was still something. I scooted more toward the edge of the bed as he climbed through the window to receive my routine peck on the lips. He lingered on my lips a little longer than usual, taking in my warmth before pulling away to continue the routine. Walking to the other side of the room, he pulled off his suit, ready to be away from it for the night.   My hands were occupied so I didn't step in like I normally did, but I watched as he opened the closet door that revealed the numerous photos of me that littered the frame.

Peter was always good at finding the tiny details in things and that was no different when it came to me. As my eyes raked over the numerous photos they detailed his favorite parts about me, helping it become my favorite parts too. He took pride in his photos but these showed me he took pride in me. He knew how to capture me as no one had before. His knowledge of photography knew how to capture and highlight my lovely warm, deep-colored skin without drowning me out or letting me disappear into the background. He captured my joy, my frustrations, my bliss. He simply captured me.

While my fingers continue to work on my hair, I could help but let my eyes linger on the oldest photo on the door. I barely recognized myself. My hair was much shorter, picked out as far as I could get it. I looked upset and focused. It was during a time I was still trying to figure myself out. A time where my guard was up all the time. A time before Peter became more than just the boy who approached me at the skate park. The first time I had let him in even if it was only a foot in the door.

"Hi-hello," I watched a boy approach me waving shyly at me to get my attention. I had seen him, but I thought he'd take the hint that I'd rather be left alone. Even if he was asking for the time of day, I didn't see myself giving it to him.

"I was here first," I all but grunted, not in the mood for another guy looking to push me out of the space I was using, belonged in. He stood above me slightly as I crouched down to my back looking for the steel skateboard tool I had in my bag. By the time he spoke again, I had already moved back to my skateboard to adjust it to my liking.

"No-no," He continued to stutter slightly that paired with a sweet, but nervous smile on his lips, "I was curious if-... I mean-... if you don't mind, I've been trying to land the trick you just did for-I mean, awhile now, I-Could you show me how?"

I continued fixing the trucks of my wheels, ignoring him. It wouldn't be the first time someone had come up to me with false wishes, conversations, and promises when in turn they only hoped I was easy, someone they could spend a night with, or show off to and belittle. It was the name of the game, the expectations of the male-dominated environment. By now, like the others, I thought he'd had left, but he was being patient, looking for a response. I glanced up slightly when I finished what I needed to fix, "Yeah, no thanks."

He held a smile despite being disappointed underneath it before letting out a soft sigh, "Yeah, yeah no worries. I get it."

I refused to be pushed from the space I had made for myself as I was taking in the last hour of sunlight before the skate park closed. It was the only time I got to myself and I was going to savor every minute of it. Or, well, at least try. I tried to focus. I tried to concentrate. But everything I did, every push, every flick of my ankle was copied by the boy with the camera strap around his neck. I couldn't call it mirroring exactly as when he tried to land the trick his board would escape his feet and his eyes would look to see if mine had witnessed it. I had seen everything and I could feel insults creeping up my throat, I wanted to bark at him to stop and to leave me alone.

But a few copied moves later, when I was ready to snap, I saw how genuine he was in his effort to replicate what I had just done. He wanted to learn. He held the same determination in his face and I struggled to find any ulterior motives that I presumed he had. I was projecting onto him my frustrations from the day onto him, someone seemingly harmless.

"Hey!" I called over to him only for a blush to creep up his neck at being caught.

He kicked up his skateboard in an instant, ready for my scolding even at a moment's notice. He knew the risk he took with the actions he chose to mime, "Sorry, I was just-"

"You need to follow through," I advised him, leaving the space I was hogging to join him in his smaller corner, his posture relaxing as I dropped my skateboard down to show him, "Commit to the movement, because then the momentum will make it easier to land it."

"Hi, baby," Peter's voice was as soft as his gaze on me as the blanket was pulled to his chin. In my short daydream, I missed how Peter moved to the bed and waited patiently for me to join, "You almost done?"

I was used to him being out later and coming home a bit more bruised than he was tonight.  I assumed I'd have enough time to finish my hair. But now, after working on it throughout the day,  I was getting near the end, but not quite crossing the finish line. Peter was patient though, watching me with loving eyes as I twisted my hair in just the right spots to create the ends of my braids just the way I liked them.

"Almost," I hummed, holding the next bundle between my lips before moving it to between my fingers, "On the last few, then I just need to dip the ends."

Before I could protest, his tired body was up and on the way to the other room as he said, "I'll heat the water."

My body was on autopilot continuing the repetitive motions on my hair, the twisting and turning were like second nature. However, my insides warmed at the routine he quickly adapted. He never shied away from stepping in to help me. He could be bruised, sore, or broken and yet he would still want me off my feet while he took care of everything. He couldn't be content until I was. Even now, exhausted, he helped me seal the ends of my hair and used his height to both of our advantages as he helped me wrap it for the night.

It was also a ruse I fell for nearly every time. Once his hands left my bonnet, they slowly trailed down my sides to wrap around my waist from behind. His head practically collapsed into my crook between my shoulder and chin as he took a deep breath in to mumble on my neck, "Ready for bed now?"

"Yes," I said a bit breathlessly through a small laugh as he replaced his words with soft-nibbling kisses.

Without wasting any more time, Peter pulled the two of us to the soft sheets of the bed. I hugged him carefully from behind, kissing around some bruises he had recently acquired on his shoulder blades. He only relaxed further into me as his arms searched for mine to pull me impossibly closer. I couldn't help but smile to myself as my hands trailed up and down his chest with light touches to help him find sleep.

"Peter?" I called out softly before he had a chance to completely fall asleep.  

"Hmm?" He hummed, turning in my arms to face me while his eyes peeled open only a little, enough to show me that he was paying attention. I took a moment to appreciate and memorized everything I could in the split second of his face.

"Wanna skate this weekend?" I asked thoughtfully, holding onto the sweet memory of how we had first met, "We haven't been in ages."

"For you," His gentle tone almost made me melt, "Anything."

[gaybluesargent]

Please provide me with every detail about these beautiful raven girls. i've got a notepad to fill with ink and nowhere to be in the morning...

this is very very late, so that morning has passed, but hopefully you still have some room in that notepad! just a note that all my raven girl headcanons are trans girl headcanons! & for the sake of my raven girls aus, aglionby is co-ed!(also, /tagged/all-your-favs-are-trans-girls!)

gansey:

generally Proficient at preforming femininity - looking and acting in ways everybody traditionally expects from a girl - but only really feels the need to be read as very Traditionally Feminine when she’s around her family

has very little physical dysphoria (she doesn’t rly want hormones or surgery) but her social dysphoria can get rly bad & lead to panic attacks if she doesn’t pass well enough in public

but with her friends, it’s not typically too bad!

i think she probably came out when she was like 14 or 15? she started transitioning when she was off traveling by herself!

so her family was kind of Shocked and gansey still. Has Trouble with that sometimes. but they’re not outright terrible about it. just. not rly Good either. 

she’s got shoulder-length hair in a clean-cut bob (that gets a little curly in humidity), but she puts it up into a ponytail or a hat as much as possible because she doesn’t like the way hair feels on her neck 

(it’s reminiscent of hornets)

post-trk she definitely chops her hair off and gets a rly cute pixie :’)

is Skilled at makeup and uses it to hide all the evidence of sleepless nights

paints her nails religiously because she finds the act of painting them very calming and likes the way it feels!

often paints them orange to match the camaro, even though helen tried to tell her that it looks a little juvenile to have bright orange nails

daily wardrobe (polo shirts, khaki pants, boat shoes) is virtually unchanged tbh… geek… i love her….

and for formal occasions, helen lets gansey borrow from her wardrobe if she wants!

(ps! more trans girl gansey content here!)

i looked all over for the post cuz i think i stole this idea from someone else so link me if u know it, but someday gansey marries blue and legally changes her name to Gansey Sargent :’)

ronan:

butch! trans! lesbian! ronan! niall! lynch!!

(she loves her full name because her parents gave it to her and she doesn’t plan on ever changing it)

came out when she was 15, and once niall was killed, she started physically and socially transitioning All At Once

still has her head shaved. im in love with her. 

has and will punch a bigot without hesitation

she has 100 earrings in each ear and wears lots of rings

paints her nails to pick it all off the next day

when gansey’s extra anxious, she paints ronan’s nails for her, and it’s Soft :’)

her wardrobe is 100% unchanged from canon - rich tired punk farmer - and she looks gr8

she generally can’t walk in heels at all but she’s got this one pair of heeled boots that make her absurdly tall and she Loves It!

makeup skills are limited to making her look as Pissed Off as possible (meaning middle-school emo raccoon eyeliner and black lipstick probably)

typically not super dysphoric unless verbally misgendered

& isn’t rly comfortable with how deep her voice is but also isn’t willing to try to talk higher because she thinks she sounds silly, so she stays quiet a lot around new people

dreams up some fuckin miracle hormones for everyone and it’s Wonderful!

adam:

came out & transitioned later than everybody else because she wouldn’t even Consider her gender while she was still living with her parents

tbh gender probably plays into the whole Feeling Unknowable even to herself thing

but all her friends are trans as heck so she’s got a rly solid support system to help her once she starts to figure it out!

is rly reluctant to publicly transition because she’s worried abt how it might affect her future - being a trans girl makes life so much harder than just staying a cis boy - but, over time, she starts to make peace with it and realizes that Being Herself is worth the risk!

she fiddles with gender rly subtly at first: not really changing the style of clothes she wears, but buying t-shirts from the girl’s section instead of the boy’s section… growing her bangs out but keeping the rest of her hair short… wearing lip gloss… 

and these little changes help her comfort immensely, and eventually lead to more obvious changes in presentation!

tbh she probably comes out as A Girl first and then realizes she’s actually maybe a demigirl/a nb girl/something like that because being feminine feels Way Better than being masculine, but being A Girl doesn’t feel totally right either

and ronan helps with this, both as a role model for Not Giving A Fuck and also as a butch girl who shows adam that gender and gender expression don’t have to always align perfectly!

every now and then, adam puts on a skirt, and everyone in a 5 mile radius falls in love because she looks Damn Good!

especially with knee socks? like! shit!!!

noah:

noah is a ghost! you think ghosts care about gender? nope! noah’s agender or genderfluid in every universe and thems the facts 🙏🏻

but when noah was alive… he had some Gender Stuff

like, nothing as concrete as actively identifying as something other than a boy, but i think he definitely dabbled in gender presentation as a “haha jokes isn’t it funny” but secretly and quietly because it Felt Right

like… he definitely stole adele’s skirts a few times and his friends were like “czerny r u gay!” and he’s like “haha” but it was definitely actually subtle Gender Feelings that he didn’t have the vocabulary to express

anyway! once he’s dead he has no body and his presentation as Ghost Illusion can change with his comfort

so some days, he manifests looking more femme, and his friends know when to switch up pronouns and make him feel better!

similarly, he can read everybody’s mind, so he always knows what to say and how to comfort his friends when they’re feeling down about anything, including gender stuff!

henry: 

stylizes her name to ‘henri’ to be a little more femme!

Fashion Icon! 

she’s inexplicably stylish. like. the outfits she puts together are Ridiculous and no one in their right mind would wear them and they look Amazing?

sometimes more femme, sometimes comfy being a little more butch, sometimes splicing styles completely! There Are No Rules!

also her Hair. legendary. she grows it out and does all kinds of things to it. she’s known for her elaborate braids. :’)

makeup took the longest to master but now she’s great at it and helps the rest of the girls do their makeup too cuz she’s easily the best at it!

absolutely unapologetic? henri “kiss my trans ass” cheng. henri “down with cis” cheng. 

once henri is fully integrated into the group and gets access to the Dream Hormones, she’s like “!!! idk why my mom is wasting time trading magical artifacts when we could just sell this shit! we’d be set for life and it’d be a great cause!!”

blue:

let’s make her a trans girl too cuz why not!

when maura was pregnant and they found out blue was a boy, calla and persephone were like ‘…sounds fake but okay’

so when blue gravitated toward femme stuff and insisted she was a girl from a young age, they were all like ‘ah that makes more sense!’

there wasn’t a lot of money around 300 fox way for hormones and stuff, but there’s lots of love to go around and they always make sure blue is supported and as comfortable as possible!

blue gets into sewing and making her own clothes during middle school, once puberty starts to wreak havoc on her ability to seamlessly shop in the girl’s department! 

this is a skill that she shares with the rest of the girls once she meets them – she helps them tailor and tweak all their clothes to fit more comfortably!!

she and henry become Fashion Buddies and they make outfits for each other all the time!

300 fox way is kind of a sanctuary for all the girls – surrounded by women who easily and immediately accept them as women too, surrounded by the magic they’re all so in love with… maura, calla, and persephone are their adoptive moms! they have sleepovers at blue’s all the time, individually when they’re having bad days and group sleepovers for fun!!