#my dad thought it was because i was trans and afraid to tell them (which like. thanks for ur concern but that wasnt the issue at the time)

[mug-of-shark]

For that ask meme: a mix of AAAAAAAAAA and Seafoam (idk why)

mostly accurate actually :) except i dont cry that often

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling my friend out?

i (19F) have a friend V(19F). she seemed like an okay friend at first but has gotten on my nerves recently due to her acting like the “leader” of our group of friends. she tells us what we’re doing, where we’re going, and how to spend our money (we have a pool for alcohol that we share and even if it’s someone’s turn to pick what we get that weekend she still has final say). she guides conversations so they end up on her. she usually does this by describing her trauma until the conversation ends up with people feeling bad for her. i’m afraid of confrontation so i usually let this happen because, after speaking with my other friends most of them disagree that it’s a problem.

however, one thing has been really bothering me recently. she’s been talking about how poor her family is, even getting to the point of shaming me for being richer than her (my parents are IT consultants). however her family is paying all of her (very expensive) tuition and sends her $400 2x a month. a few months ago we were showing our neighborhoods and houses on street view, i pulled mine up and she told me “wow i knew you were bougie, but not THIS bougie”. she then pulled up her house, a one story house with peeling paint in a bad neighborhood. i thought nothing of it until she invited the group of friends to a party over spring break. she put her address in the text and i decided to look it up. it was a completely different house than the one she showed me originally. after conforming it was her households’ not a different family members, i looked it up on zillow. it is worth 200k more than mine and has a pool, hot tub, and is part of an HOA.

the next time the group hung out there was this girl i had a crush on there, V was trying to trauma bond with her by asking her about her home life (my crush is trans from a conservative family) (also V has gotten with some of my past crushes before, doesn’t matter to me because if they like her they wouldn’t have liked me anyway), V starts talking about how her family needs EBT to eat. i immediately cut her off and say, “i don’t think your family needs it if they send you $800 a month and have a $2k HOA fee.” she went quiet and i just continued. “i think it’s a little shitty that you’re telling people who are here on scholarship that you’re broke and then lying about where you live to seem like you’re worse off then you actually are.” she immediately left after that. the next morning i get a text from one of my friends and future roommates (me, them, and V are leasing next semester) that i embarrassed V and should have just confronted her in private. i asked if they care if V was lying and they tell me “not that much, she’s clearly acting out for a different reason. you just made it tense between all of us because she doesn’t want the rest of the group hanging out with you anymore”.

it’s been two weeks since this happened and i’ve only had contact with some of the people in the group. V confessed to lying about the wealth and finally said what her parents do for a living, her mom is a nurse and her dad is an injury lawyer (which also means she was lying about being a first generation college student, she brought that up after i told her that im getting scholarship money because my parents are immigrants)). however, she still doesnt want anyone to hang out with me because i embarrassed her in front of someone she had feelings for (i told her that i had a crush on this girl about a month before this went down). i want my friends back and i feel like i could’ve handled this better AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[nyxisart]

Hey, closeted transmasc here.

Can someone like me contribute to the Animal HRT community, albeit without experiencing HRT? I would rather focus on the outer perspective, though, specifically with closeted people, trans allies, and phobes. I also don't got a good grasp on how transphobia felt like personally, as I'm pretty much thought to be an ally (derogatory with those assumers) at best, and 'too obsessed with the el gee bee tee' at worst.

I want to talk about the process with struggling to grasp the concept that "no, your true self isn't what you grew up with", which is quite ironic for me (or not) since that's a big theme for many of my OCs. But still, I'm afraid that any comic I will soon make won't be valid in the trans experience.

And it's not that I got internalized transphobia or anything, but it's rather my inner critic constantly questioning my decisions, because half of them always fuck up, and all of them are constantly judged by the same people who are supposed to support me and make me comfortable in this burning world (fuck you dad why cant you see im happier with what i loved)

I'm still in the journey of finding out parts of myself that I neglected and parts lost to trauma or locked up by my own mind, and I have no idea when the time comes that I can get close to the identity I've been wanting for so long but afraid to admit.

And...well...who knows whether or not I'll get tired of constantly changing for my mind's needs...even if the outside world saw me as unchanging.

~Dave

Hey Dave! You don't have to ask me about what you can or cannot do, in the end it's always your choice! And if your worries are that your experience is not valid enough for it to be transcribed into a story, well let me tell you that you don't even have to be trans to write about trans subjects as long as you're being respectful and mindful of what you're saying.

And let me add that I personally am really curious to see your take on this, I'm sure it will be interesting! ^^

[ablobwhowrites]

Well then, lemme just-

You know how some teens try to act all tough and serious so they can look cool and "mature for their age" but in reality are a complete sweetheart (and maybe a scared cat/crybaby too lol) and all of the adults there know this bc they knew/know them since their parents had them? Yeah<3

Reader: Nothing scares me😎, I'm awesome just like that-

Kevin: Oh! Hey Y/N, how are y-

Reader: *high-pitched scream*

When Reader discovered what Bob had done it probably hit them HARD. They thought he was the COOLEST dude on the neighborhood who always gave them free food after hard days at school and would let them hang out at his work when their parents were away, now you are telling them that police discovered that he was a killer?? That gotta be a very hurtful event, especially if you are a kid.

So they kind of created this fake version of themselves to make it seem that they were over it and that it actually didn't affect them, they became this "too cool for school😎" teen who didn't have any feeling besides "chill" and "stoic". Which ends up making some of the people they grew around worried, they know why they became like this but nobody has the guts to confront them about it, knowing how the topic hurts them

Lila: So...do you want to talk about Bob-

Reader: Why would I? I don't care about what happened 😎

Lila: Well then...take your glasses off please?

Reader: 🤏😎....🥺

Bob(after escaping prison) probably wouldn't recognize them at first, only when they start to cry and beg for him not to kill them is when he notices that the teen in front of him is that kid who would always hang around when he was working. At that moment he kinda freezes, he can't believe it! They look so different! He tries to calm them down, telling them that it's only him, Bob! You remember him... right?

They just look so small and sad, there is this voice in the back of his head telling him to hug them and never let go, to comfort them like a parent comforts their child after a bad dream...and that's exactly what he would have done...if they hadn't ran away.

(idk man, just want Bob to be a platonic yandere to this teen who tries to act all tough but is absolutely terrified of him lol.)

(SORRY THIS IS SO LONG LOL)

(I love when anons or anyone explains and expresses their creativity and I'll make this into head canons with a tad of shitpost)

bob would have books on how to raise a teenager and other stuff. He does go out of his way to get you good animal meat sense you don't really have a wanting for it, which is fine but will the police on his ass and all

Bob does make dad jokes with a mix of cannibal humor in. Plus seeing you try to be cool but in reality a scared little kid makes him feel like a dad trying to raise a toddler who is afraid of their own shadow....he is convinced you are afraid of your own shadow, bob tries to make his house kinda child proof after hearing about how kids (which he kinda feels like you are) get hurt or almost get poisoned by things in the house or around the house so he trys everything to keep you from hurting yourself

He wears glasses....no one can change my mind, and bob does let you make friends. Well after he has you calm down after the fact he is a mass cannibal serial killer in a fucking devil costume, he is not above carrying you plus he wont spoil you a lot just at the beginning so you can at least calm down to know your not going to die....one time you went to go get a drink form the fridge at night and didn't know which fridge bob kept the drink (cause I headcanon he puts his drink and the dead bodies in two separate fridges cause he doesn't want you to get sick or just because your not use to the smell of dead corpses of victims old and new) and you open the wrong fridge and a fresh dead body falls out onto the floor your just use to it and shove the body back into the fridge and forget your drink.

Bob isn't bothered by you being gay or trans, pansexual ect. But he will need to see who your dating cause he wants the best for you....he makes "hi gay I'm dad" joke when you came out because you're his 'kid' and he will try to poke fun at any time he gets the chance, if you want to date two people that's okay but I feel like bob knows we're everyone lives in the town so he will get on his devil costume and go outside to check if your boyfriend/girlfriend is cheating on you and if they are....then oh boy he busting in and kill them.

You guys know when your trying to show your parents something on your phone and they do that looking far away from the screen to see it?....yeah bob has to grab his glasses and does that plus when he's cooking meat he knows how to season and make good ass hamburgers

[compassionatereminders]

one of my friends started talking badly about my other friend because they say they are nonbinary (i'm talking about 1 person but i use they since they don't want to be called a she)

i love both of them a lot and this friend never had nasty opinions before but now she says she never had nasty opinions because she said she was hiding her true opinions because she was afraid she will lose her close friends.

3 days ago she said she is no longer afraid to lose friends if they are not radfems. she said she had radfem accounts (like twitter and on discord i think?) for 3 years (so since she was 15)

i don't get the whole nonbinary thing - by this i mean i don't understand how they feel exactly - their thoughts and their experiences (since i never felt that way) but at least i will always listen and not judge them. not knowing or understanding how someone feels doesn't mean you need to hate them.

of course i will always stand up for my friend and not let my other friend to insult them... but am i a bad person for still loving my other friend? i really want to talk to her, help her to understand that people are different i have known her since i was 14 years old. i hate the things she said but i don't hate her as a person because i think she just thinks this is a "cool way" to stand out. she was always more of an outcast, she is quiet and i kind of think this is her way of "notice me!"

ofc if this friend will act this way in the future i will remove her from my friend circle. i don't support this kind of behaviour.

but am i a shit person for still hoping she will change? because on of my other friends (not the nonbinary friend) said i was a bitch for not just telling her to fuck off and to never talk to me again. the thing i did was - i wanted to talk to her privately and explain that the nonbinary friend still has the same personality - good personality even if they don't want to be called a she and even if they don't want to dress girly (they got rid of old clothes last october and has a new style). and that this is no reason to start hating your friend. but i also told her i believe in second chances and if she will be respectful i'm still here for her. because of this conversation my other friend accused me of being the same trash as her.

why i said i believe in second chances was because my family is extremely homophobic, my grandma, grandpa and my mom are very religious and homophobic. my dad is not religious but still goes to church and stuff like this so mom is happy but he is homophobic as well (and his mom and dad -my grandparents on his side are homophobic too). i was raised up to think being gay/bi/lesbian/trans etc. is wrong while i never insulted anyone over this (it's not in my personality to verbally attack people) as a kid i used to think that you are a weirdo if you're gay/bi etc. Then I realized at 12 or 13 that they are just normal people who just want to live their lives. and i actually even enjoyed watching girls love or boys love movies or series, despite being straight (ofc in secret my mom would kill me if she knew what i was watching)... because to me it was just a love story about normal couples.

now i really think the while day am i really the same trash as her? i usually want to talk to people and solve things. it's not really that easy to turn off my emotions and say from this moment on i hate her forever. we were almost like best friends. i am willing to remove her (as i already said) from my friend circle if she will be like this. but i feel like i don't hate her, i'm mad and disappointed, even sad but i still don't hate her... and now i'm being called a bitch and a trash by my other friend... which makes me feel so bad that i even don't want to see my friends because this friend talks badly about me to others too.

also sorry english is not my 1st language.

I get that it's hard to cut someone off, but you might have to face that this is the kind of situation where your nonbinary friend might need you to choose their side to feel safe around you, and where refusing to do that might have consequences.

[themorrigans-crow]

CW: TRAUMA DUMP, MISGENDERING, TRANSPHOBIA, PARENTS, MENTIONS OF SA, SELF HARM, ADDICTION AND S**C*DE

Dear Mom and Dad,

I don't know if I'll ever want you to read this. Maybe you'll come across it on here. Maybe not. But I need these words put into the world.

When I came out to you the first time, as nonbinary, Mom said "I just don't get it." I didn't expect you to, but I expected you to listen and hoped you'd change your vernacular for me. I spent so much time worrying about what you'll say. Worrying about how you'll view me. Wondering if you'll love me. Dad, with your "stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about" and "men don't cry" lessons, and threatening to spank me if I stepped out of line, even as an adult. "You're never too old to be put over my knee." And Mom with your religious upbringing and stubborn personality. You never did change well. Neither of you did. But I hoped for the best.

Still you said "I don't think I'll be able to use they/them pronouns. It just doesn't make sense to me." Both of you deadnamed me and misgendered me for months, saying "it's hard to change when I've known you as our son for so long." Dad got better faster. Mom, you really didn't. Neither of you understood why I stormed out after you introduced me as your "son" to friends.

Fine. Whatever.

So I stopped telling you things. I stopped telling you what was going on in my life. I never told you I've been SA'd multiple times. I didn't tell you I started hormones until I had been on them for a while and couldn't hide the changes. I didn't tell you I attempted to stop existing, twice. I didn't tell you I got addicted to alcohol and self harm.

You got upset that I wasn't telling you things. So, in an effort to bring you back into my life, I opened up.

When I came out to you a second time, as a trans woman, you said you loved and supported me. You said you want what's best for me, and while you don't understand what's going on, you're going to try. I told you about my attempts, and your reactions were of concern and want to help me. But you'd already lost a lot of my trust in you. You told me how scary it is for you. I got a semicolon tattoo. Dad, you said "are you sure you know what that's for? That's not something to mess around with." Yes, because just like all the other permanent changes to my body I've made, I haven't done the research into it, and made the decision on a whim. That last sentence was sarcasm, if you didn't pick up on it.

I remember the conversation we had, early in the morning on a trip while the others were sleeping. You referred to me as "he" and I said, "this needs to stop. I'm not your son. I'm your daughter. If it continues, I will buy the next plane ticket home and you will never see me again." I was told how disrespectful I was being, that I shouldn't talk that way to my parents. I stood my ground. I like to think you got the point eventually.

Maybe I would have figured it out sooner, that I was trans. Maybe I would have experimented with my gender and sexuality if you were more accepting in my youth. I was always so afraid to question things. With a parenting style of "because I said so" and "I'll give you a reason to cry" and not recognizing your child has different needs, who can blame me? I always found friends among the girls at school. Never the boys. I hated sports, didn't understand why I couldn't hang out with girls alone when I was a kid, and only did scouts cause I thought that's how you valued me. Gods I hated it. But on the bright side, I wouldn't have met my now girlfriend if we hadn't met there. So, there's a silver lining.

Eventually you stopped deadnaming me and misgendering me, and I suspect it was under threat of me kicking you out of my life forever. At least that stopped.

I was hopeful. I opened up about my hormones and surgeries I wanted and needed to get. To which you replied, "are you sure you want this?" and "I don't know if that's a good thing to do, you'll hurt your body. There are complications and risks" like I hadn't been doing research since I had access to the internet. I started being around you more. Hoping you changed. I told you about my autism and ADHD diagnosis.

But then I started talking politics and trans rights. Trans kids deserve gender affirming care and trans people deserve to have a normal life, have their care covered by insurance. For it to not be labeled as "cosmetic". Trans rights are human rights. You told me trans kids can get hurt by hormone blockers or they don't know what they're talking about. I told you JK Rowling is a TERF, and showed you tweets and articles and things she has said. To which your response "I just don't believe that." I told you people are trying to take our rights away. You didn't say or do anything about it except question me and say I don't know what I'm talking about. I was told "there's no way you have autism or ADHD." I had so much hope. I prayed and hoped that you had changed. But no.

You tell me how hard it is for you. All the changes I'm going through. That it feels like your child is being taken away. That you're mourning me. I understand change is difficult. I understand what you don't know is scary. But I'm not dead. I'm still here. Your daughter is here despite everything she's gone through.

And I'm so confused. The two of you are so nice and kind on the outside, to other people. But when what you know about the world gets questioned, you don't even stop to consider that you might be wrong. You're so kind in front of other people, respectful and courteous. But when it's just us, I barely hear you call me your daughter, and you don't stop with the "are you sure you're doing the right thing" and "it just feels like we're mourning you" and "it's so tough on us." You make it so hard to believe you.

When I expressed my needs of not being touched, Dad, you said I was being disrespectful and that because you're my father you should have consent to touch me. I always hated when you touched my clothes, or fixed something you thought was out of place. You never asked if it was okay. You never cared what I thought. Now when I tell you "don't touch me" or I am nonverbal and overstimulated and your touch physically hurts me, you say I'm disrespectful and hurting you. I tell you I'm not able to verbalize my needs all the time, and I'm disrespectful for showing you nonverbal ways of telling you. When I stood up for myself, I was being disrespectful. Fuck. You.

You say you're proud of me. You say you love me. I haven't believed you for years. Not a word. You lost that trust a long time ago.

So fine, if you want to mourn your son, that's fine. It's called a deadname for a reason. But I'll be here if you ever decide to look up and see your daughter.

So for now I'll play along. Try to rebuild that trust. Try to help you understand what's going on and keep you updated in my life. Be the kid you're mourning. The one who is being torn apart.

Allison, I know you'll read this. Hopefully one day I can show you everything I'm talking about here. One day I'll show you what I mean when I say I struggle with my parents. Maybe this already shines some light on the situation. I love you.

Mom and Dad, I don't know if I'll ever trust you. You haven't been my emergency contacts for years. I want to trust you. I want to love you. I want to have you in my life and have you in my support system. But I don't think you deserve that. Not yet.

Warm regards,

Your daughter, Morgan.

[eonasrose]

How To Be a Teen and How To Do It Again

I’ve been needing a place to vomit some thoughts, so here I am, after years away. I’m hoping this will be a bit cathartic, so here I go.

Where to begin…Early life I suppose. I had a somewhat stereotypical trans woman backstory, I was the kid that told her kindergarten teacher my favorite color was pink, to which I got teased/made fun of by other kids in my class, and I was the kid who grew up wanting to be a girl.

The first memory I have of being uncomfortable with my body occurred when I was around 5ish, so pretty early in life In this memory. One day, while I was sitting one the toilet after finishing my business, I looked down between my legs. When I saw my p*nis, it bothered me. I wanted it to disappear, so what did my 5 year old brain do about it? I tried to push it back in like a button. Obviously I didn’t know why I was uncomfortable, I didn’t even know there were people that didn’t have a p*nis yet, but that didn’t change what I felt.

A few years after this, I remember going to bed one night, thinking to myself that I wished I was a girl. I don’t remember the circumstances that led to this, but what I do remember was telling myself I couldn’t let anyone know what I wished for. I remember, before falling asleep, telling myself that I would take my secret to the grave. I couldn’t have been older than 10, yet I already knew how taboo it was for a boy to want to be a girl

This brings me to my tween and teen years. I still remember when I got my first zit, I was standing in the bathroom at school, looking at myself in the mirror, afraid to go outside, lest other people see it. To put it in simpler terms, I was embarrassed, and unfortunately this would be far from the last time I’d be embarrassed by something puberty caused.

My facial hair was one of the first things that would bring about this embarrassment. I was so uncomfortable with the hair growing on my face, I didn’t even want to talk about it. For the longest time, I had these terrible sideburns and a patchy beard, that I was so embarrassed about, I couldn’t even ask for razors to shave. Shortly after this, my voice started to change, hair started to grow on my chest and back, and my bottom bits were no longer so small, I could push it back in like a button. Everything became impossible to ignore.

Of course, in my case, “embarrassed” is entirely interchangeable with “dysphoric,” though, at the time, I didn’t have the knowledge to recognize it for what it was.

Eventually I was forced to face the consequences of a testosterone fueled puberty. In the case of my facial hair, I was literally forced by my sister and my dad to learn how to shave. I’ve always been a quiet person, so my voice wasn’t a problem until I had to speak, which over time, became more and more of a requirement. When it came to my bottom bits, there wasn’t much I could do, and so I did my best not to think about it. For everything else, I just chose not to deal with it, and it stayed that way until I came out at 20.

The most notable difference between my first puberty and my second, has been the embarrassment. In popular media and our culture in general, it’s accepted and even expected that puberty will cause embarrassment, but frankly, that hasn’t been the case for my second time around.

I haven’t been embarrassed by a single change that estrogen has brought me. In fact, the only thing it has brought me is joy. My boobs are slightly asymmetrical and bounce when I do anything more rigorous than walking, I have a lot of fat on my hips, thighs and butt thanks to estrogen, I even have stretch marks because of it, and yet I’m not embarrassed about any of it. The only aspects of my transition that have ever brought me embarrassment, are things linked to my birth sex and puberty.

I’ve been embarrassed about my boob size, but that’s only because my chest is wide, which causes them to spread out and makes them not fit my frame. I’ve been embarrassed to change clothes in a women’s locker room, but only because of what’s between my legs. I’ve been too embarrassed to take pictures of myself, but that’s only because of what testosterone has done to my face. Lastly, I’ve been embarrassed to talk on the phone, but only because I can still hear the remnants of what my voice sounded like before vocal training.

Coming out has done nothing but make my life better, and in more ways than those I’ve listed, but that’s a discussion for another post. For now, it’s bed time. If you made it this far, thank you for reading.

Bu Remiè.

[alicethehollow]

So, I got something I'd like to write. I somehow doubt anyone will see this, but if you do, can you please read through this and maybe offer some advice, especially if you're queer? Thanks

To start, I'm non-binary. I only realised this recently, but I've been questioning my gender for quite a while now. Even as a young kid I wasn't sure if I liked all the boy stuff. Small problem though. I'm really afraid to tell anyone! Only 3 people know right now: my brother, best friend, and therapist. Not exactly a ton of people

I'm mostly afraid to tell my parents. They are, well, kinda transphobic. Which is a problem when being non-binary, obviously. I hate to think of them this way, because they're otherwise pretty good parents. Very accepting. And caring (though my mom more than my dad). But for some reason when it comes to trans people it seems like they just don't get it. Not only that, but it feels like they don't want to understand. Which makes me even more afraid of telling them

Otherwise, I still don't know if I should tell my other friends. Not because I don't think they'll accept me, but because I don't think they'll understand. It's not that I don't trust them, far from it. It's just they don't seem to very much care for anything queer, while also not disliking it or discriminating. Which is completely fine, but it does make me wonder if I should tell them. Also, I live in Poland, a very Christian country, so they're all Christians which makes me even more unsure. The only reason I felt comfortable telling my best friend is because she's, 1. Not Christian 2. Very queer positive 3. Genderfluid (but still prefers she/her pronouns)

And to top it off, I feel very alone. I'm like the only one of two queer person that I know of around here. Which makes me feel out of place. I also don't even feel like I have a right to call myself queer, because while I know for certain I'm non-binary, it doesn't feel like I deserve to be. I haven't changed all that much about myself other than my inner thoughts. I still dress the same and act the same (maybe a bit more confident). It's not that I don't want to dress in dresses and the like. But I'm afraid of being judged in public and at school for that, so I don't. I'm just so confused on what to do right now

Thank you for listening to my Ted Talk lol. If you have any advice for me, please tell me. I really need a bit of guidance from someone who can understand my situation. Thanks again for reading, have a great day/night, and I wish you all the best

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

Still in the middle of D3 so no spoilers please!

Edit: I've finished D3, spoilers okay now lol

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I dont usually make up family headcanons with same-age characters (it leaves myself more room for shipping) but for some reason I came up with three of them here. Okay I just realized the first one theyre not same age but, uh, anyway!

Ryoma is Hiyoko's uncle. I dont have much of an explanation for this. At first I thought it would be a funny idea if Ryoma was Hiyoko's dad but then I realized that Hiyoko's dad goes to all her dance recitals while Ryoma's been in jail for a while, so that makes it kind of impossible. Just a silly idea.

Kazuichi is Kaito's younger cousin (idk what the timeline is for D3 compared to the other games yet, and I know often times this class is headcanoned as younger than the D2 class, but this is all in an au anyway). They're same-voice actor cousins. Kaito gave Kazuichi the idea to build a rocket engine, maybe they watched alien movies together when they were little. Kaito hasn't seen Kazuichi since she was still in her booknerd phase, so Kaito would laugh a lot if you told him that his nervous, fidgety cousin went through a "scary punk phase." Have an idea for a short fanfic where he calls and says he's coming to visit her again and she's mid-transition at this point and unsure about coming out to him - I think he'd be cool with it. He'd possibly confuse trans with drag at first but he would be supportive and say that he's glad to see Kazuichi gain some confidence and self-esteem "even if you're still a bit fidgety" (Kaito that's not from being afraid that's just the adhd). Also Kaito and Zoey get along alright.

Nagito is Kokichi's older brother. (potential ableism trigger warning, also a warning for that sibling dynamic where one kid is neglected for the sick/disabled kid). There's angst potential as well as funny potential. This is more subject to change since there's a lot I still dont know about Kokichi, but from what I can tell he's a manipulative liar always making scenes to get attention and even though some of the fandom says he is "a normal person faking mental illness," I dont buy it. Maybe he's faking something, but he definitely has something too. Not sure if this is a controversial opinion, but I believe that people who fake mental illnesses (to this degree at least) are not neurotypical, it's a cry for help and they do need something, so they shouldn't be brushed off as just "ableist assholes" because there is something going on, though on the flip side it is not the job of other mentally ill people to coddle their feelings when that person is being ableist.

I think Kokichi also went through some trauma, like something happened with his family that made him have to attend court sessions (he said in the first trial that he had to go to trials all the time a long time ago "for his crimes as an Ultimate Supreme Leader" but I think that's Kokichi-talk for "he was a little kid and had to sit in trials for some family drama and the adults constantly blamed him for problems that weren't his fault," which is why he plays up this sort of misbehaving bad kid role). Anyway, my ansty hcs is that Kokichi was neglected because his parents focused on Nagito's illnesses, and that's part of why he acts up to get attention. He has some resentment for that but blames his parents more than Nagito and he and Nagito have the type of sibling relationship where they're sometimes on good terms and sometimes can't stand each other. They've thrown some shade at each other but Kokichi really knows how to piss off Nagito and is not afraid to bring up "hope" to mess with his head (though if anyone else did this they would suffer Kokichi's wrath, as far as he's concerned he's the only one allowed to pick on Nagito). Nagito thinks he goes easy on Kokichi when they fight but he can be petty and sassy back and has a lot of embarrassing dirt on Kokichi. They're the kind of brothers that will pester and argue with each other but they'll bury the dead body for the other no questions asked. And Lord help you if they're in the same courtroom, they could find the dumbest little things to bicker with each other about and filibuster the case, but also Nagito will totally back up Kokichi's lies and vise-versa. Whatever creates bigger hell at the moment for the player. It was a mercy they weren't in the same game.

Anyway, since I haven't finished the game yet there's probably-definitely stuff I dont know about these characters but I got excited to share this with you.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

saw the movie a second time. had more thoughts.

still a Miguel hater til I die but the intro shot of his fangs when he nearly bites the Vulture is SO cool. also my wife's boyfriend expressed that he was momentarily afraid Miguel was going to straight up EAT the Vulture which is. SO funny.

god the fucking college planning lady trying to force a stereotypical narrative onto Miles based on what a presumed white audience will expect of him... that's like the thesis right there! THAT ties everything together! it's a movie about growing up AND all the other Spider-Men hating you AND being a Black comic book character inheriting a white character's legacy AND being a brilliant Black boy finding his way in a world that's so so hostile to Black boys. and she sums all of that up so nearly by telling him to just. be what people expect Black boys to be instead. get fucked!!

sobbed like a fucking baby again when Rio gives Miles her speech about making sure her little boys knows he's loved 🥺🥺🥺

it's very cute that Gwen can share Hobie's shoes despite him being twice her size but I'm assuming that he has freakishly tiny little feet until proven otherwise

I goofed about Pavitr not going back to 2099 with the other spiders when Jess said everyone was supposed to go back, but this time I realized that even though he's familiar with Gwen and Hobie he probably hasn't been fully inducted yet because judging by his incredibly sunny outlook, he doesn't seem to have had any major spider-trauma yet.

Miguel is playing SO HARD on all the spiders' trauma and guilt to convince them that pain and loss is something that connects them and makes them special and is therefore necessary to be a spider-man at all, to the point of not only being inactive in the face of further tragedies but being actively hostile to someone trying to break the pattern. Miguel is running cult tactics like fucking crazy here.

but he believes it all himself is the worst part. like he doesn't think he's manipulating anyone he sincerely thinks he's doing what's right and that his discernment is the only thing keeping the multiverse from crumbling even if he has to go bugfuck crazy to do it like!!! he's SUCH a brutal fighter he's a nightmare to watch

having said that him throwing a trashcan at Miles as soon as they meet is so funny he has absolutely zero chill EVER AT ALL

on a second watch, all of Hobie's behavior when he first shows up feels really deliberately over the top - trying to keep things light with some kids who he knows are in danger from a really bad influence while prodding them to question it and think for themselves. he's MUCH more quiet and openly hostile at Miguel's base, and no wonder - he knows how much danger everyone, especially Miles, is in.

it's also really telling to me that the only spiders he seems to be on good terms with are the teens (and Mayday lmao). Hobie isn't kidding when he says he's only there to look out for his drummer, he's trying to get those kids OUT.

he's just. such a cool big brother. I'm very emo about him letting Gwen crash at his place 🥺

the way the backgrounds just MELT away to blobs of color when Gwen is confronting/reconciling with her dad is so!!! it's about THEM, everything else literally fades into the background! and then likes and detail come back when they've reached a resolution I'm...

also the LOUD trans pride colors when Gwen is talking about how she lives two lives and can't be all the way herself with anyone HELLO!!! 🩷 🤍 🩵

Jessica Drew is. 700 months pregnant. and Miles throwing her at an oncoming car like that is soooo funny

which is not an excuse to be so mean to Gwen! she's so hard on her for no reason that's literally a homeless teen begging for an adult to care about her why are you treating her that way!!!

the brilliant little touch of having Miles look back at his family's party on the rooftop, a space that's bright and warm and represents his home before he takes off into the spiderverse, only for him to find that same space desolate, hostile, full of trash on Earth 42? delicious.

I am excited for "evil" Miles but honestly like. I hope we get to see that Prowler!Miles is a product of his circumstances as much as Aaron was in the last movie. he's a brilliant teenage boy with a struggling mom and a dead dad and no spider powers; he's doing the best he can with what he has in a hell city run by the sinister six!!!

related: literally all I want from the next movie is the Mileses fighting the sinister six together. PLEASE I want to see them so bad 🙏🙏🙏

Rio Morales animated milf of all time

okay okay rapid fire spider-verse thots fresh out of the theater, trying to minimize spoilers but jesus

da Vinci-looking Vulture... very cool

the art on Gwen's earth in general is SO cool

in general the animators were just SHAMELESSLY showing off with this one and it rules so hard

Rio Morales animated milf of all time

truly do not understand what all of you see in Miguel tbh that man suuuuuucks!! kill!!

Peter B is also on my shit list tbh. Gwen going along with this is understandable, she's literally a homeless teenager in a bad position to fight against adult spiders making decisions, but Peter... come on dude...

truly they HAD to leave Pav out of the middle of the movie because he would have sided with Miles (you think he would want Inspector Singh to die!! fuck no!!) and he's perfect so he would have just effortlessly swept the floor with every other spider-person

Gwen is flirtatiously trans coded and responds to Spider-Man at least once, congrats to her on the fun gender

Jessica's design is so cool but they made her such a cop... god I hope she's coming around in the next movie

cannot wait to see gifs of this movie slowing down every frame to point out every individual background spider-person

the fucking. the family of it all. Miles' parents afraid to let him grow up and Gwen's dad unable to accept the truth about his daughter and Miguel trying to raise a daughter who wasn't supposed to be his and Peter B's baby girl and Jessica Drew's visible baby bump and the spiders' collective miserable certainty that they are DEFINED by the trauma of losing someone they love.

something something Miles' parents and the spider society have the same problem - being afraid of change from what they thought was The Right Way To Do Things - but Miles' parents love and trust him to make the right choices beyond their understanding while Miguel and the other spiders are too hurt by their own traumas to imagine someone else thriving without it

also fuck all of them the boy's uncle died in front of him after trying to kill him HAS HE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH

Hobie's soooo annoying (affectionate) but also right about, like, literally everything AND good with babies to boot

the whole ending is so ‼️‼️‼️‼️

the thing with Miles and Uncle Aaron at the end... you know the thing... DELICIOUS au right there tell me everything about that shit

the fucking end man

I've NEVER been in a theater where everyone collectively screamed @ the end of a movie fuck fuck fuck. there's cliffhangers and then there's THIS

[atouuugenei]

07.06.2024

9:12

Another one.

For some reason harry potter was there for a bit. We were in some underground facility where everyone talked about how the old ceo sucked and the new one was nicer but sucked at his job.

We get like a flashback to the old ceo ruining a cave for the facility or whatever. To be honest I have no clue what they were even doing its like they were tearing down giant structures that kinda looked like beds or something.

Suddenly I’m with my dad in a car and we’re driving. I think he switched cars like 4 times but I only remember like 2. All were like super dark and driving with him felt super uncomfortable like he was hiding something. In the third car we started driving through a school and he started talking about it like he worked there (my father is an educator but this particular high school he literally never worked at in his life). So he parked the car and we just walked around a bit seeing students preparing for one of our native festivals and stuff and while doing that I ran into a person I know (who oddly enough was in my last dream as well which was only a few hours ago). So my dad let me talk to him and he left. We just hung out a but and were messing around. By messing around I mean parkouring through the school to get to the front; pushing through kids, jumping over walls and what not; you know the deal. I told him this is why I could not ever go to a public high school and he agreed as if this was a normal occurrence. So I got back in a different car with my dad and this ride felt even more uncomfortable. For some reason mid ride the radio started freaking out, and it felt like we were walking, from inside the car. We were on this dark sketchy road under a bridge and we passed a sketchy looking gas station (remember this for later). So since dreams suck at transitions I’m home suddenly.

At home our current efficiency is not there yet and my father still has his old office and there is an air bed taking up most the space. My father is not home. It’s me my brother and my mom. Something is extremely off about my brother. He’s in my dads office and the office is covered with this clear sticky residue and it looks like it’s coming from his spit; and already he after and looked off so I left him alone and went into my room after a bit. Suddenly now we’re all eating and my father is home briefly and I start getting calls from my best friend (who is trans but her parents don’t know this only a few of her friends do). I cannot answer the calls at the moment so instead she send voicemails. I go back into my room after my dad leaves to listen to them and she starts saying her parents found out which terrified both of us. After listening to the messages my mom walks in my room to say shes going out. At this point I’m afraid of my father, my brother, and the fact that my best friend is very likely in danger. I ask my mom how long she will be gone for and she responds sighing telling me the while day which is extremely unusual for her. Usually when i’m left home ti babysit my brother or on my own my parents are only out for a few hours at most. A whole day and we spend it at our grandmas place. At this point I was scared out of my mind to be left alone with whatever it was in the house posing as my little brother.

Another awful transition and I’m inside that gas station from earlier. It was run down and gloomy from the inside too. There were no cashiers or anything just this eerie groaning and buzzing sound surrounding me. I decided to go outside and it was like crimson red outside. And on the ground were rotting corpses but they were moving. I think i’m too into resident evil because i did not know what it n the leon kennedy was happening at this point. Considering the fact that the dream continued that means I didn’t try to wake myself up and I was more confused than scared.

Still outside the gas station, I suddenly had a gun how convenient. At first I thought it wasn’t working but it just fired bullets really slowly. Same went for the gun the literal undead corpse had as well for some reason. I had some people helping me by shooting however they couldn’t dodge the bullets themselves. One of them was a girl frim my church AGAIN. So while i was shooting I was also helping them dodge bullets.

After I few minutes of this I woke up in confusion.

9:35

[cat-eared-rose]

This post is gonna be talking about some heavier stuff, so please be advised!

cw for: abuse, mental health, and trauma

I've been spending a lot of time recently taking a closer look at myself and my past, and it's definitely been a bit of an eye opener.

This started because I recently stopped talking to my parents, completely. A very uncomfortable phone call about me being trans and very minimal celebration (if you can even consider it a celebration) of me getting married (I got two "congratulations?" And then my mom just made it about herself, asking why she wasn't told sooner 😞) was really the last straw for me. I yelled at my dad, telling him I wasn't going to have this conversation with him, and blocked both their numbers.

It was a really scary thing to do, because it's difficult for me to imagine my life without my parents. Not that I enjoyed their presence, or that they were doing anything significant for me right now, but it's just scary to think that could be it. Like, I feel it's my responsibility to talk to them, and keep in touch, but I know it's best for me not to reach out again, considering how they make me feel.

After a few days of being nervous my parents would show up at my doorstep because I had the audacity to not talk to them, I started researching a bit more about child abuse. I definitely knew my childhood wasn't great, but I needed a little extra reassurance to help me stand by my decision.

I started looking into things like verbal and emotional abuse, narcissistic family structures (I'm almost certain my mother is a narcissist), and what sorts of things can stem from that.

I ended up learning that I was abused in ways that I never even really recognized, nor cared to remember.

My mother is definitely a narcissist since a majority of what she complains about with me is that I make her look bad to other people. She used to force me to get good grades in school (Mostly As and some Bs, Cs weren't ever enough) and I'd get spanked if I didn't do s good job. And when I did, I'd basically get "that's what you're supposed to do. You want celebration for doing what you're supposed to? Fuck off", and a ton of other shit like that which really made me realize that a lot of the praise i got from my parents was just shit they wanted me to do, and even then it felt pretty superficial....

My mom also used to hit me a lot: spanking me, slapping me, she used to hug me, and then either dig her nails into my ribs or squeeze my back very sharply like she was trying to snap me in half. I was super scared and uncomfortable with personal contact for a LONG while because of this, and I'm still a little edgy about it at times.

My dad wasn't as bad as my mom, at least from what I thought, but I also realized from reading that he's actually just as bad (if not worse) because he would enable my mom's terrible behavior. When I used to go to him and say my mom said something mean to me, or hurt me in some way, he would tell me I was overreacting and that "she's just joking with you, bud", and I never really received help...

When I was 16, my mom told me my life was worthless, and by then, I was so numb I didn't even really care.

After realizing that a lot of things were worse than I remembered (way more, but I'm not going to recount my ENTIRE life story lol), I started looking at what kinds of issues people going through this sort of thing can run into, and figured out that I had PTSD because of a lot of the trauma I'd gone through.

This came to a head when about a day later, I remembered that I was afraid of the dark because when I used to sneak food at night (because I was hungry, and never ate breakfast due to stomach issues), my mom would stand in the dark waiting for me to pass her room and grab me to scare me. Then shed yell at me, tell me I'm being too loud and waking everyone up,.and make me out the food back and go to sleep. It makes more sense, in retrospect, that whenever I imagined something scary in the dark, it was a woman with long, dark hair (how my mom looks)

Remembering this gave me a really intense flashback, and I had to take the next day off of work because I just didn't get a good rest that night....

I never really felt any positive emotions for a long time, and I just thought it was how I was, but after receiving a lot of support and love from all my partners, I actually started feeling happy, and excited for things, and realized that the reason I didn't feel those emotions was because of the PTSD

My parents of fucked me up so God damn much, and I'm remembering more shit all the time. I'm honestly more upset I didn't make this decision sooner, but I don't blame myself. My years of trauma made me think that I was destined to fail, and that i was going to have to go back to my parents. But I know how the best thing for me to do is just to cut them out completely and pick up the pieces left behind.

I also never realized that not remembering, basically any of your childhood, is not a normal thing and that these memories are instead most likely repressed in a section of my brain I don't really access due to the harsh events associated with them. Hopefully soon, I'll be able to work through a lot of this, and maybe reclaim some of my childhood by regaining those memories.

It's one more step forward on the path of self understanding and recovery, and although it's been quite difficult for me to think of and process all of this, I can already feel that I'm getting better, even after a few days of recognizing this (I'm not as scared of the dark anymore knowing my mom isn't waiting there to get me, so that's a plus :3)

Just wanted to talk about it, so if you read all this, thank you for listening 💖

[soap-enthusiast]

it really does depend on how you think he'll react. before I came out to my sister (and parents, but we're talking about siblings here), I talked about transness as a whole, or (with their permission) friends who had come out as trans, just to gauge her reaction. she didn't exactly care, which was a good thing, so I wasn't worried about a negative reaction if this isn't about how to come out when afraid of losing the relationship, I have plenty of different ways you could do it! personally, writing letters or notes is my go-to with anything emotionally charged, because a) it lets me get all my thoughts out so I can organise them, but also b) it feels more personal. if you're anxious about actually talking to your brother without saying something wrong or messing up words, scripting it is also a good way to go, even just writing dot points about things you want to cover (e.g. - I am transfem - my name is now [x] - my pronouns are now [x/y] - do/do not tell others you get the idea)

I had a lot of trouble coming out to my dad, in part because I didn't know how he would react, but also because I don't know how to talk to him, so I asked my mum for help. if that's an option for you, asking someone who knows your brother better than I do and whom you know is supportive of you could also be helpful hopefully some of this helped, remember that the most important thing is to stay safe

please help!!! I want to tell my brother im transfem but im really fucking scared what do i do???

hi there!! It’s okay, take a breath for me.

to start off I’d like to say it depends on the brother. If he hangs out with sketchy people, if he’s likely to out you to people you don’t want knowing yet- but also keep in mind he will probably want to know.

in my eyes siblings should be supportive and he should be yeah, unless you don’t have a good relationship , but please don’t keep it from him if you’re not sure- that will probably fuck it up.

I also understand that I am not Trans and therefore don’t actually know what coming out in that way *is*. So, I’m sorry, but if @soap-enthusiast has any tips maybe ask him? Because honestly I’m not that sure what to really ask here , and I know I’ve asked him already but I’m still halfway in the dark and not sure.

It’ll be okay. I am here if you want anymore help, as well as a few of my friends. Let me know what happens, and know we’ve got you. It’ll be fine. Trust me.

take care, anon. you’ll do great

[normanblowup]

The “All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home." prompt for a pickles x reader 👉👈??

All I’ve Ever Wanted

Pickles the Drummer x reader

prompt: “All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home."

summary: pickles has issues with his family, the reader comforts him

warnings: emotionally abusive family, hurt/comfort, angst, transphobia, swearing

words: 1,108

a/n: i have such a hard time with going in depth into characters because i don’t want to get anything wrong lol, i’m always scared i’m gonna have to get corrected by someone 😬

———

You’ve been friends with Pickles since you were teenagers. You went to school together, you comforted him when things got shitty, you gave him a home when his dad kicked him out for the fifth time that week, and you helped pay for his top surgery when his family refused to.

He doesn’t often have to deal with his family nowadays, given his celebrity status, but sometimes he’ll get the odd phone call from his mother and his entire emotional well-being will go to shit. He hates her, she’s been nothing but shitty and cruel to him his whole life. She’s the reason he has any kind of doubt within himself.

His mother seems to think that Seth is the perfect child and Pickles could never live up to him, that Pickles’ job is ridiculous compared to the things Seth has “achieved.”

Pickles’ dad on the other hand, also an absolute asshole. He often kicked Pickles out of their home growing up, whether it be for an argument or, in his words, “being a nuisance.” He never supported Pickles during his transition, and the only reason his father uses the correct pronouns is because he’s sick of having Seth correct him all the time.

Although, Seth has never been unkind to Pickles about being trans, he has his moments as well. Seth often only calls Pickles because he needs money, mostly for stupid business adventures. He’s always been the one their parents favored, the one who could do no wrong.

Pickles never wants to go back there, never wants to have to see these people again. He never felt at home, never felt safe there- not with them. A home isn’t just a house, the people in it make it a home. That place was like hell, shouting and slamming doors being the soundtrack to a normal day.

Pickles would always sneak out of his window in the night, or just walk if he got kicked out, and go to your house. He’d throw pebbles at your window til you opened it up and told him to go the front door. You’d let him in, noticing the irritation around his eyes from crying, and you’d let him sit on your bed with you. He’d tell you all about whatever happened that day, about how his dad could never accept him, about how his mother wanted him to be something he could never be.

He’d often sob into your chest as you held him close, you listen intently and pray you never have to get too close to these people because God knows if you do, you could never hold back from obliterating them. No one should get away with hurting Pickles, no one.

Today you console him like you used to, which hasn’t had to happen for a while. New Years has just past, and we all know how mothers love to call around the holidays. She started to yell at him over the phone, asking him things like what was he going to do with his life. It doesn’t matter what answer he gives her, it’s never going to be good enough.

He trudges back to his room, flopping down on his bed with such force that he almost bounces back up. He used to get so upset he thought he’d get an asthma attack, but now he’s just tired. And he’s not sure which is worse. Tears slide slowly down his face as he clutches a flat pillow to his chest, gripping tightly and afraid to let go.

You over heard the conversation, so you came to check on him. Knocking softly on his door, you ask if he’d like you to come in. Of course he would, he doesn’t think he could get through any of this if you weren’t here. You enter in quietly and gently sit on his bed next to his face planted form.

“I’m sorry if this is rude, but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, your mother has absolutely no right to talk to you like that. She gets no say in how you choose to live your life, and personally, I think she can just go fuck off.” You whisper, rubbing his back in circles and watching as he lifts his head up. His face is red and his freckles stick out in his flushed state.

“I know, you say that every time.” Pickles sighs, sitting up beside you. “I feel so stupid. I do everything I can to make her happy, to make her proud and she just doesn’t ever give a shit. I’m never gonna be enough, am I?”

You look at him, he can’t make eye contact and he can’t seem to stop his tears as he tries to wipe them away.

“You’re always going to be good enough. Just because she can’t see that doesn’t mean that you aren’t. Oh, Pickles, come here.” You pull him closer, letting him sob and sniffle into your shoulder. This is the routine: his family shows up and ruins things, you come in and make them better. He knows this, he understands it, and he couldn’t be more grateful for it. He doesn’t think he could ever keep going in this life if he didn’t have you to yank him back up. Yes, he has his friends and he can talk to them and rant to them freely, but none of them could ever get over themselves enough to truly comfort him. But here you are, holding him and letting him snot up your shirt.

Pickles has never felt at home in his own childhood house, in any of the houses his family lived in for that matter, but he comes to the realization that maybe home isn’t a house. Maybe it’s where ever you are.

He leans back and looks you in the eyes, his calloused hands coming up to hold your face as your own tears start to fall.

“All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home." He whispers solemnly and he hopes you don’t hear the desperation, the sorrow and longing, in his voice. His forehead rests against yours as he looks into your eyes, he’s so close you could count all the freckles on his face.

“You’re my home too, Pickles.” You smile and give him a small kiss on his nose as your wrap your arms around his midsection. “Now, c’mon, let’s watch some stupid TV shows and forget all about those assholes.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He chuckles and hugs you close to himself.

[pcrfectstorms]

so, this is just a little post about steve harrington and his gender identity and gender presentation, i have absolutely thought about trans masc steve ( a lot ), and while that isn’t ultimately what i settled on for my iteration it’s very much something i will be writing in fic form eventually, but anyway, steve is genderfluid, genderqueer, somewhere in that general area, although his journey to get there is very complex, and he still doesn’t really have it figured out, or understand what it means.  steve will eventually use he/him and she/her pronouns.

as a child, like a lot of children do, steve loved to play with his moms make up, mostly her lipsticks, and occasionally he would try on her dresses and shoes which were always too big for him, obviously, but he loved to play dress up as a little kid. when he was seven he begged and begged his mom to let him take ballet classes with his best friend, casey, and eventually she let him, but it was short lived when his dad found out and freaked. so, even as a kid steve was drawn toward more ‘feminine’ interests but those were quickly squashed by his father who would have no son of his acting like such a little sissy (his dad’s words when he found out about the ballet classes his mom had let him attend briefly) steve was pushed aggressively towards more ‘appropriate’ interests like sports.

steve internalized that so much, so that when he finds himself curious about experimenting with make up and his presentation that little voice in the back of his head tells him its weird, and wrong, so it hold him back, makes him afraid to lean into it and let himself experiment, its robin that talks him into letting her do his makeup one night when she’s sleeping over, they’e a little drunk so his inhibitions are down so he agrees, and when he sees himself in the mirror for the first time in blush, and eyeliner and lip gloss he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, does he like this? oh shit, he does. he likes the way it makes him feel, and that’s confusing because he doesn’t know what that means. sure, some ‘freaks’ like eddie wore eyeliner and nail polish, but steve was steve. was he allowed to like this? he knew his dad would freak, so there was still this level of shame attached to wanting to experiment and express himself.

the pronouns would come later, one of his friends would jokingly call him a princess or something equally feminine leaning, and it would spark something in him, again, it takes him some time to figure out what this all means, and it’s not something he would talk openly about, the only people he would feel comfortable and confident enough to disclose this to at first would be robin, and his partner ( so, Jonathan or Eddie mostly lmao ). I can see him slowly experimenting with clothes too, skirts are something he’s interest in, especially plaid ones, listen, he likes girls in plaid skirts, he know they look hot okay. fishnets and knee high socks also other things he would like to experiment with.  he likes cropped shirts, and short shorts, he feels good in those and cute. Although, post upside down he’s far more self-conscious of showing his stomach because of the scarring the demo bats left him with.

for steve he would describe it like, its not that he doesn’t like being a boy, it’s more he finds just being a boy limiting to how he feels inside, sometimes its nice to feel like a girl, and look like a girl, he knows he’s not trans femme, and he knows he doesn’t like using they/them pronouns (not that they’re super commonly used back then, but even in modern verse he doesn’t feel comfortable with those pronouns, only he/him she/her).

[creamybeemovie69]

Headcanons

When tubbo can't reach things he asks tommy or ranboo, but he can't just ask tommy, he has to say "x said I can't reach the thing" because tommy will just laugh and watch him struggle otherwise

Phil, Techno, Tommy and Wilbur all have gold necklaces that Techno made that all click together to make one thing

The base of it is Wilbur's, which is a guitar. Techno's is a sword that slides down the neck of the guitar, Tommy's is a disc that goes at the bottom, and Phils is a pair of wings that goes above the disc

I'm gonna have to draw that to make it make sense

There was a betting pool held behind Phil's back ab how old he is and Karl thought he would win because "ill just keep going back until he's not there anymore" but eventually he gave up because he's always there

Kristen god of death headcanon, mid battle an opponent asked Phil if he was afraid of death and his response was "if you married her you would be too"

Tommy braids techno's hair and eventually his own when it gets long enough

Phil calls literally all the masculine people on the server "son" and you can't change my mind on this

Wilbur has the same wings as Phil, he just doesn't use them and hides them under his coat

The sleepy bois kids got banned from having McDonald's because Wilbur and Techno would always start a straw fight

Wilbur's fighting style is closer to Phil's while Tommy's is closer to Techno's

Niki steals Puffy's coat and sleeps in it

Foolish once convinced dream to not do something horrific by threatening to tell Puffy

Shlatt and Wilbur grew up together (angst galore >:) )

Fundy keeps Sally's wedding ring (given to him after she died) on a necklace

Wilbur sometimes forgets that Fundy's trans and once Fundy came to him like "dad I need to tell you something" and Wilbur said "please don't tell me you got a girl pregnant"

They just sort of stared at eachother until he realised that. Won't be an issue.

Dream's limbo is the set of the telletubbys (thank Mr Minecraft for that one)

Tubbo's hair covers his eyes in snowchester

Phil refused to get attached to Micheal until he ran up to Phil and started jumping up and down shouting "filzah!"

Micheal hiding in Wilbur's trenchcoat and Wilbur pretending he doesn't see him (yes I used this for Karl and the Dimitrescu girls but shhhh)

Tommy learnt how to play guitar after he got out of prison