#or even just saying 'cis people' and not giving black cis people an exception

[velvetvexations]

And I can absolutely guarantee you no one would give a single flying fuck if a trans woman replaced a trans guy in a meme comic with herself. Because it's no big deal, and it's simply about finding something to be mad at the evil "TMEs" about or whatever. Truly, we must fight transphobia at the front lines! (Other trans people parodying meme comics)

Absolutely not lmao. But then it's fine, because, like, trans men are privlaged, so stealing their memes is like pirating a Disney movie, whereas stealing a transfem meme is practically snatching the food right out of a Victorian orphan's hands.

Are you not excited for the future where art styles are trademarked?

I'm still not entirely sure if I identify as a kinna non-binary or if I just feel myself to be a very butch transfem who likes using certain terms for myself to emphasize the unique nature of my femininity.

But I don't know what else to call it except for exorsexism when I get the five millionth side-eye for "AMAB trans woman," especially since I know people would go off the edge accusing me of being a TERF twenty times more if I said "male" like I actually want to.* Like, dadgum, can people not handle a girl choosing to identify in some way with a term traditionally associated with her body-type because she likes it without assuming she's another Blaire White?

Like this is that soul-gender shit I get riled up about, the word "male" isn't real! The ♂ is not a magic rune that wards against femininity! I can choose to identify with that and still be a woman, and when I enter a women's space while identifying openly as a male woman, that's going to piss TERFs off more than any of them ever could.

*I also identify myself as an AMAB trans woman to support AFAB trans women and other transfem folk, but I think using 'male' would do that just as well too

I DIDN'T KNOW IT HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH TRANS PEOPLE EITHER

Eyyup. The safest queers always pretend the world outside the community is completely hypothetical so they can get down to the crucial business of praising them for breathing.

The comparisons to acephobia at least gives me hope things will get better, but I hope it's fucking soon.

It's the closest people who're privileged enough to care about meme theft get to dealing with things like that, of course it's basically the same to them, if they stepped outside their gated community for a second they'd have a religious experience like the Great Renunciation of Siddhartha Gautama.

Some day we'll find out what number comes after one.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Why can't haired people make their own memes? Why must they consistently debald the memes of bald people?

It's different when it's transfems because, uh, well, radfems say so.

They really can't help themselves.

Apparently it's hypocritical of me to call that racist, though, because I once told a tankie to bark like a dog without even looking at their* profile. Like, I'm sorry I very generically insulted someone who turned out to be Black, I guess.

Also, I apparently harass Palestinian blogs, which is truly wild and I can only guess must come from me occasionally bringing up hypocrisy when I yell at tankies for being enthusiastically pro-genocide when they feel like it.

*I do not recall the pronouns this loser used

The issue you're noticing is that transfems don't get socially murdered nearly often enough for transradfems to sustain themselves, and they can't influence any real issues, so they have to make up problems to fuel the martrydom that places them above all other trans people.

Oh, that sounds spectacular! Kinna gross, but like, in a spectacular way!

They don't think it's possible for AFAB trans people to detransition, to them it's all just cis women pretending to be trans to rip them off and hurt them.

It's real fucking bad.

I'm very sorry anon, and I completely agree.

You'd be surprised by me not liking most modern art.

I'm really happy you have that, and that we can relate to each other. <3

Are Black people saying the "why this _ mad" meme is exclusive to Black people? Is that discourse that's happening?

[rederiswrites]

I don't see how trump turning America into a christofacsist state is any different than the norm? like it's been like that for native and black people since it's creation like we inspired the nazis in the first place so like what the point? oh trumps gonna kill everyone who isn't a white cis male! and? that's what america's best quality since day one

Okay I'm actually going to respond to this Edgelord Supreme bullshit, because as absurd as it looks written out like this, I actually do think a lot of people are feeling some half-articulated version of this despair and cynicism. Let's kick that in the ass.

First, let's get one thing straight. History has been terrible awful bad always and forever. There have been a thousand genocides and a million wars and a billion brutal, inhuman war crimes. Back in the days of the earliest civilizations, wiping out entire cities when you defeated them was basically just how things were done for many societies. The fact that we have international laws and international bodies of justice, however obviously toothless they remain, is the result of thousands of years of extremely mixed progress.

So at this point, you pretty much have to say either that a) humans are an incurable blight and don't deserve to live, or b) that we've done amazing, beautiful things and experienced billions of moments of happiness and created art and fallen in love despite all this, so we're still worth working on. Personally, I am very strongly in camp b. I see things worth living for a hundred times a day. There's really no comparison.

Second, the USA is not uniquely bad. It is terribly damaging to people both within its borders and all over the world. It is build on genocide and slavery. Many of its foundational institutions are deeply corrupted by these things. And guess what, that's uh....pretty common. No, really. The US is currently a big fucking problem. It's our turn with the big stick, for sure. But even then, we're not alone.

So how the fuck is this encouraging? It isn't. I'm not encouraging you, I'm telling you to fucking GET GOOD, because when you say shit like the above, what I hear is "Oh I SEE, I'm a TERRIBLE PERSON I guess I should just kill myself to make your life easier." I hear someone who would rather give up and call their country morally bankrupt and irredeemable than to PUT IN SOME FUCKING WORK.

Cynicism is so comfortable. It doesn't ask anything of you. "It's always been like this," it says. "Nothing's going to change."

Except things do change, and things have changed, and your entire premise is in fact absolute dogshit. The two presidential candidates are not remotely the same, and we are not, yet, a Christofascist nation. I could, as many before me already have, enumerate the million concrete ways in which your premise is just not true, but honestly I won't bother, because it's not a premise in good faith. What I mean by that is that even a cursory examination of the actual facts would totally trash your expressed beliefs, so you're not really interested in the facts.

Change for the better can happen. Change for the better has happened. It's just not as EASY as you want it to be. There are more steps. For example, you can't have viable independent candidates until you have campaign finance and voting reform. So you have to push for those things. For years, probably decades. Many people have died without seeing the realization of things they fought for, and yet those things have come to pass. You may die fighting the good fight and not see the victory. I may too. Meanwhile, you make the choices that will hopefully get the fewest people killed.

So stop acting like we're all just too shitty to bother about, and put in some fucking work.

[sweetmariihs2]

About being an artist and an hyperfocused fandom person in public (this ramble has to do with Cedric the sorcerer. I saw a dude with his haircut in public. Weird stalker demeanor I would say from my part but here we are):

Some months ago I was at my grandma's house, in a neighboring town, and we took my little 6 yo cousin to her friend's party. Me and my gramma were just there chilling and eating snacks from the party, talking to some people she knew and everything. When I simply looked around to the people in the party and I saw this guy with Cedric's haircut. I've never seen someone with this haircut irl like ever. It was IDENTICAL except that it was full black instead of having white bangs.

The little curve up that Cedric's bangs do in the exact middle and fall to the sides. The back of the hair was like — the hair on top of the head was longer to give some volume while the hair on the bottom was trimmed to be shorter and stop at the nape of the neck, but not like in a low fade way, in a CEDRIC WAY. The whole hairstyle was exactly the SAME as Cedric's with no flaws except for the color. I would also like to add that in order for your hair to naturally look like this (so that your bangs don't fall flat and fall over your forehead like regular bangs do) you need to purposely style it with hairspray every morning or be born with your bangs naturally like this.

When I tell you I was so shocked my jaw dropped. It was >>>identical<<< to what Cedric's hair would look like in real life, in every possible detail. Because I'm an artist I kept looking at it and studying how to draw Cedric's hair which at the time I had difficulty doing. Ngl helped a lot. But then maybe he started to notice and I stopped because I didn't want to look weird. (look? im naturally weird you don't need to look)

I know the guy in person I just don't know his name or anything. He's a regular cis hetero guy, who dresses regular, has a regular life, works as a waiter, I know this guy from a restaurant I went to because he's one of the waiters.

I tried, when I tell you I really tried, to find an image of something slightly similar on google, but I couldn't find it. I can't even illustrate my thoughts. I've been searching for a pic since that day but never found. I don't even know the name of the haircut

Imagine being a random normal guy and your normal daily haircut just casually looks like Cedric The Sorcerer from Sofia The First (His skin came with a rare item)

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/pynkhues/771956169334980608/httpsxcomotherbullystatus1874093304855572905

being a feminine man and being cis aren’t mutually exclusive…? when you have Black people telling you that they recognize characteristics/mannerisms etc. of Black women in Louis and literally providing historical references, that Louis’ femininity and queerness are clockable to Black people, why are you choosing this hill to die on??? and please don’t say it’s TERF rhetoric to interpret certain traits as fem. i’m not sure what a character would have to do for a fem reading to be unproblematic to you? if it’s wear “feminine” clothes/makeup/hair etc., then isn’t that also transphobic/homophobic? do fem gay men literally have to come out and say they’re not masc? like idk what you want. like no he doesn’t necessarily have gender dysphoria, but how is that an essential component of being a fem cis gay man?

I mean, no one’s telling me anything except that I’m a violent racist for not seeing a subtext that they’re seeing, and alluding to “characteristics/mannerisms” and then proceeding to not give any examples to support their argument. You’re saying it’s a subtext only Black people can see, but the show’s being written predominantly by a straight white man, and being designed by a predominantly white costume and art team, which isn’t to say that they haven’t done their research, or that Jacob isn’t bringing his own understandings, research and nuances to his remarkable performance (although it probably is worth noting that he’s British, not American, which has it’s own language around these sorts of things), but I do think it’s probably worth mentioning in terms of how Louis’s written and performed.

I also feel like I’ve kind of had this conversation (perhaps even with you, anon!) in this post, so I’m not going to repeat myself, but like. I’m not out here saying your reading is wrong, I’m just saying I see it differently. Again, there’s plenty of people who prefer your interpretation, so you have plenty of people to enjoy the show with, and plenty of people making fanworks tailored specifically for your interpretation of the character. It’s fandom! Go and have fun with them! I don’t know why it bothers you so much that my interpretation is different, it doesn’t bother me that yours is. Put Louis in high heels, cast him as Ellen in your Nosferatu fancast, read the many fics that feature him as a high femme bottom. There are so many spaces for you in this fandom to enjoy yourself, I don’t know why you’re choosing to spend your time in this one, with me, on my blog, when you clearly don’t like or agree with me.

[our-queer-experience]

This is kind of an add on to the otherkin ask thing, so if you don’t want to post it cause it doesn’t fit the theme of the blog that’s cool. Also, I’m not the same anon as previously

From what I understand about otherkin and therians, the majority of people taking those terms/labels view it as a spiritual thing. Kind of like ‘I fully understand that I’m a human, however I feel a deep connection with this animal’ or ‘I was born as this animal in a past life’. Stuff like that. And I think that’s fine, that’s cool. I’m not going to try to interfere with other people’s beliefs, especially since I’m not familiar with any kind of spirituality so I’m really not knowledgable to comment on it

However, I do have a lot of problems with the concept of transpeciesism and ‘species dysphoria’. As a trans person, I find these labels to be pretty offensive. People who call themselves transspecies, from what I’ve seen, view this as along the same lines of being transgender, and genuinely believe that they need to be in an animal’s body/have animal’s characteristics. To me at least, this is really fucking offensive to the trans community. There is no possible way to be an animal but in a human’s body or whatever. You can’t be born with an animal’s brain, animals aren’t a social construct, there’s literally no way. To me, this is on the same level as being transage, transabled, or any other idiotic transid identity

People who identify this way need to get therapy. The only types of people I’ve seen aching like this is a thing are kids, trolls, and incredibly mentally ill people who are separating themselves from humanity and latching into animals as a coping mechanism for their trauma (this isn’t even me stereotyping or whatever. When I went out looking for information on this, the only people who I saw talking about why they identified this way were saying that they’d had intense trauma that left them disconnected and dissociated from their own humanity). People should not be making identities out of this! People should not be talking about transitioning to another species wtf! And I know that this is just a small portion of the internet, but it’s still there, and it’s still harmful against the trans community and to the people who participate in it, and it’s a fucking problem

ok so. i was with you until “these people are all mentally ill and need to be FIXED!!!” if people are otherkin bc trauma, first identify: does the otherkin identity help them cope and feel better. because usually yeah it does. it hurts no one. fuck off.

being otherkin isn’t comparable to being transgender. duh. our gender is an innate sense of self that everyone has or doesn’t, not changeable, not caused by trauma, often correlated with transexual acts and gender dysphoria though not always. and transracial refers to cultural things- being born one nationality and raised another, not “transitioning race”. if we mean “im a white person is a black body” i’ve never seen someone say that except for to be racist and to mock trans people. never in good faith. so i don’t think that’s giving us a bad name either. “transage” i’ve never seen someone claim this identity in good faith either, so i could not give two shits about that. irrelivant.

and the whole “it’s harmful to the trans comunity” NO IT’S NOT. you could be the most cis-passing, heterosexual, transexual and transgender person and people WILL STILL HATE US.

say it with me. michael knowles did not call for the “complete eradication” of “transgenderism” because otherkin are giving us a bad name, he says it because he hates trans people and wants his five minutes of fame.

ultimetly, if the otherkin identity is not directly harming the individual(typically it isn’t) then i don’t know why you care.

canada is accepting trans people as refugees. i keep seeing headlines about trans kids killing themself. they’re calling for our complete eradication. they’re calling us paraphiliac sexual predators or poor confused children who need saving. people on the internet will actively say they wish you were dead and threaten to dox you. dylan mulveney is getting bomb threats over a bud light commercial. donald trump said he’d ban all transition with no exception if he got elected. russia is doing that right now.

the world has gone to shit and i guarentee you it’s not because some people on the internet decided spiritually, they felt more animal than human(as if we’re pretending there’s a difference between us and an animal besides biologies, we’re not special.)

i get it. it’s hard to confront how litteral nazis are protesting pride parades and people are getting assaulted and the world is shit. but don’t misplace that anger on literal strangers who understand reality a bit different from you.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hiii just found your blog and all your mothman reblogs are so REALLL i love him sm 😭😭😭 anyw I'd like to request a match up if you don't mind (it says in your pinned post that your ask box will be closed in the coming days so idk if that means it's closed now or not and if so dw abt it!) It's my first time asking for a match up so bare w me 😭

I'm a cis female with short shoulder length black hair that's either usually dyed or cut in some odd way (think layers/wolfcut/sometimes bangs sometimes not basically I like experimenting with hair) whose VERY short. (Think under 160cm). Physical traits wise I'm very skinny (not in a model way and more of a no matter how much I eat I burn it off TOO quickly it can get dangerous for my health) which means I'm also not physically very female iykwim. (As in I'm not blessed in the chest or ass category in life 😭)

I also have several scars on my thighs and hands due to a dog attack BUT I'm still so in love with animals and particularly have a VERY soft spot for the animals thought to be basic/unimportant. (Rodents and a lot of birds). I'm also very artistic and dabble in almost every form of art including performative, visual, written, and digital!

My biggest flaw would probably be my stubborness which gets in the way of a lot of things at times. I'm also slightly insecure about my looks and my height especially and that may cause jealousy/slight mistrusts unless dealth w a lot of communicatio. I can put people above me at times even when it isn't right because I'm loyal to them to a fault. But I'm very petty as well esp aft my trust is broken repeatedly.

Despite that I still think I'm pretty outgoing/adventurous when it comes to meeting new people altho I do get a lot of anxiety over it hahahahsdhhdjs.

The love language I love to give is physical touch, words of affirmations, and gifts. Whilst the ones I love to receive are words of affirmations and quality time. My mbti is Intp and I'm a Taurus! Also, I wouldn't mind any matchups from any media you write for except Castlevania cause I haven't gotten around to watching it just yet! (Altho I do have a preference for bg3 cause that's the media I know most well!)

I'm not sure if I said too much/too little but yeah! Again if your asks are closed dw abt it. I hope you have an amazing day/night. ✨️✨️✨️��🤩🤩

A/N: I hail Mothman, you hail Mothman, We ALL hail the Mothman!!! I just think he’s neat. Anyway, getting back on task because you didn't specify a gender preference, I picked one of each for you. For you, my Skinny Taurus Anon, I’m thinking your best Baldur’s Gate 3 matchups would be… Halsin (Male) and Karlach (Female)! 

Halsin would be a great match for you! He’s very kind and soft-spoken and shares your love of animals and nature. He’s especially touched that you’ve managed to maintain such love for animals after being attacked in your childhood. He finds your reverence for less cherished animals very honorable indeed. 

Halsin admires the ways that you express yourself by experimenting with your hair. In his case, he’s had the same look for a few hundred years or so, but that’s not to say he wouldn’t enjoy maybe changing up the way he styles his hair if you were willing to help him do it. Halsin loves all bodies and all body types, so there’s no need to feel insecure about being thin, or not having curves. Halsin does get concerned, however, when he feels you don’t eat enough nutritious food throughout the day. Silvanus knows he has a sweet tooth, but man nor elf cannot exist on honey and fruit alone. He wants to ensure you're getting a good amount of protein and greens in your diet, and he’s very capable of hunting dinner for you if you’d like. 

Halsin enjoys making art himself, preferring to whittle, seated next to you as you write or create your amazing digital creations. (A technology he does not understand but is very supportive of all the same.)

Being an open-hearted polyamorous druid, you’d have to have strong communication skills for a serious long-term relationship with Halsin. The two of you will need to work out a language or routine of your own to check in with one another and make sure that no serious insecurities or jealousies take hold. Speaking respectfully from the heart will be paramount here. 

Halsin’s first love language is most definitely physical touch, with acts of service coming second. He loves the feel of you- from something as simple as your hand in his to the more sensual, romantic skin-to-skin moments you share- he always wants to have a part of you against him. He loves how you show your affection through touch, and he is always eager to receive it. He’s a very generous lover, so if you ask that he give you frequent words of affirmation, he will eagerly rise to the challenge. Although, if we’re being honest, Halsin’s already quite the verbal lover, never wasting an opportunity to call you ‘my heart’. 

As an INTP, your more logical side balances out his more emotional ENFJ one. 

The two of you bring wholeness and balance to each other’s lives. 

Karlach would also be a great fit for you! She’s fun-loving, energetic, and full of zest for life, and all of that extends to her relationship with you!

She thinks the height difference between you two is absolutely adorable, and she WILL give you all the forehead kisses because of it. Karlach also loves how you experiment with your hair color. She herself has red streaks in her hair. (Not sure if that’s natural for her or if she’s dyed it, but either way, fun hair colors are something she likes.) 

She doesn’t mind that you’re skinny either, it just gives her all the more incentive to protect you. She does worry sometimes, that your thinness makes you more prone to injury or illness, but she does her best to keep those concerns to herself. She wouldn’t want to trouble you with them, besides, so long as she’s there, no one can touch you- not with your big tiefling barbarian girlfriend there to protect you. And don’t worry about the no boobs or butt thing. Karlach’s own chest is more scar tissue than anything at this point, so she doesn’t look at bodies that way. She thinks your form is fucking gorgeous because your soul is fuckoing gorgeous to her. 

And it’s a good thing you like animals, because Karlach loves them as well. She thinks the owlbear cub is just the cutest little guy she’s ever seen, and she’s glad despite your past experience, you’re not afraid of him or any animal other people might be too afraid or freaked out by to love. Also I know this is totally random, but I could totally see Karlach being a great bird mom to a macaw or a parrot. And yes, she would teach them swear words. 

Kalarch is loyal to a fault. In the past her loyalty cost her a great deal, but she still believes in having trust in the ones you love. It may take her a little bit longer to get there, but once she trusts you, she’s very much ride or die, and she expects you to be the same. 

Karlach is obsessed with anything and everything you create. She loves it all so much. She’s constantly going round showing your art to everyone in camp, bragging about how cool and creative her partner is. She’s not super artistic, and she can’t sing to save her life, but god, she loves people who are good at the arts so much. She’s amazed at their talent and you are no exception. 

As an INTP, you’ll want to be a little more sensitive around Karlach’s ESFP, especially when it comes to her expressing her emotions. She’s a strong girl, that’s for sure, she’s survived ten years in the hells! But life has not been kind to her. The people she once trusted, betrayed her, and she needs to feel secure in her romantic relationship as a result- she can’t get the sense that you’re being insincere or just biding your time as she shares how she feels. 

I hope you enjoyed it!

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A/N 2.0: Apologies for the delay. Posting will probably happen 1x/week with how things are going.

[rametarin]

That's just the problem. If you think about it, if you stop and think about how being 'queer' is treated, discussed, spoken about, as a political entity and social movement rather than simply a characteristic like blood type or hair color, then it suddenly makes perfect sense. It is the ideology itself that is producing this effect. It was always intended to produce this effect, that's why it's a social rallying call to engage in the public arena on these values.

To the activist, "queer" doesn't represent something that will eventually just be normal. Because, normal to them is queer people being identified as the political concept of Oppressed. By whom? Society and the majority. Okay, how?... The recursive absolutist belief that, unless you are in a socialist society that is both government and culture, then oppression stems from that. They will accept no substitutes and no alternatives. To them, society must be living by the rest of the logic used to platform and fascillitate the language used as a hydrofoil for LGBT rights, and that means applying the rest of it to the universe, without exception.

And so, there is no "normalization" the way there is in regular liberalism minus the Marxist views of demographic as class as political entity. There is no resolution. There is no alleviation from oppression. There are only these arbitrary absolutist relationships between groups they've deemed "oppressed" and "oppressor" as a form of convenience in very black and white thinking, and what that means.

This is how and why that particular flavor of gay rights, that particular flavor of "anti-racism," tthat particular flavor of what dares call itself, "sexual equality," is bunk and bullshit. It doesn't live in reality, it lives in a platonic ideal model and then chides the universe for not fitting that mold and molecular outline exactly.

In that ideology, to be trans is to truly and without exception become the gender that which you aspire to be. They insist, without exception, that there is no hyphen, there is no honorary, there is no distinguishing or distinctive difference and so language beyond the occasionally convenient, "he's cis" or "he's trans" is strictly verboten. You are not even allowed to distinguish it for practical reasons separate from ideological ones, because to them, ideology is literally everything- IT inerprets the world and how it works, and aught to work, and woe be to anyone that dares say we should form our linguistic culture off of things detatched from the manufactured pretext that social movement gives it. And so, if this is true, then to be a transman makes you just as much of an oppressive, horrifying monster as a cisgendered man to those that believe this view.

So as a transman, if you're lucky enough to pass and the knee-jerk reaction to you be rejection of you as a human being, but be perceived as the, "violent, monstrous, exploitative and cruel" overlord oppressor class, well, congratulations. You don't need to do anything- you don't need to have negative intentions- you don't need to personally be guilty of anything to be the ideological opponent of all "right and correct thinking people."

Any word you say that is, "out of class?" Best watch your back, or else Right Correct Thinking People, ie, the Anticapitalist, Progressive People, will be sure to check you for not having the credentials to speak vs. "the oppressed." Only, they'll probably call them minorities, as then you have to argue you, as a man, should get to disagree with the holy oppressed group and have your opinion, as a filthy oppressor man be worth anything.

Unless you do the modern equivalent of that thing we did in the 80s when we were loudly told our opinions on any racial or ethnic affair were invalid because we were not a member of that group, even if what they did on the basis of race-as-group affected the rest of society: The queer version of the, "I'm actually 1/32 Cherokee." thing. Wave your credentials as a member of the "Queer," and thus, safe demographic that's allowed to have credibility in your opinion and welcoming to the movement, just so people know, you're safe, you're actually one of the rarer and more oppressed colors of the rainbow, you can speak and nobody that's cis or het has any right to even question you, and they aren't allowed to be belligerent or contradict you without becoming subject to those in-ideology rules that say they're now oppressing a transman's lived experience. Suddenly make that trans-man prefix matter, so you aren't treated like a bigoted, monstrous fratboy or bloviating old money Southern Evangelical Doug Dimmadome son and causer of the anti-woman society that somehow is responsible for teaching horrible men to commit sexual assault on the oppressed women and thus lower the bar of expected gender relations too deep for you as an individual to ever lift to normalcy again. Wear that rainbow and identifying trans flag the way cheetah cubs wear honey badger fur colors to confuse predators. Or else, you'll finally pass as what they consider in their political ideology to be A Man, and get mistaken for how they see all men. How they treat all men. How they speak to all men.

Does it feel cold to be among that hideous political school of thought that dares to call itself what "progressive" means, now? Like they're blaming you for things you never had anything to do with, based on what they consider inherently to be a choice and not a fixed and natural state? Like you're being treated like a member of a mafia, regardless of your level of participation in "cisheteronormativity" (just, not being queer and not making queerness a factor) or like a male chauvinist just by being a man, no matter how far removed from misogyny your actions, views and countenance are?

Welcome to the club, kid. This is how things really are.

Get ready to never have your opinion or thoughts, much less your heart and soul, ever matter to these "Progressives" again, unless you emphasize how queer you are to make it matter. Get ready for ther ideology to misinterpret your every action and thought and feeling and have them argue with you that you can't be right, because Men In This Society Do Things For These Following Reasons.

tried to vent in a trans space about how, as a trans man who’s been on T for a long time (over 7 years now), i have noticed that the more i pass as a man, the less welcomed i am in queer spaces unless i go out of my way to feminize myself. and how that sucks! and it’s isolating!!! and it feels horrible to see ppl who used to like you and be close to you drift further and further the more masculine (& therefore more comfortable in urself) u become…

only to get ppl replying to me and saying “well if you dressed more fem then ppl wouldn’t be intimidated by you. you signed up for this”

i’m sorry but i didnt sign up for social isolation when i transitioned, i signed up for gender euphoria and comfort in myself and my life. and i had hoped that the ppl in my life would be able to see how much joy that brings me and continue to love me.

[goobie-goo]

im gonna send the character cast rq uhhmm ye

resistance

dallas (you know this guy!!! this dude!!!)

Alibi - The Jester/“Zinnia”. all pronouns. literally,, when i was thinking of the identities to give xym, i just wrote down “whoops! all gender” and i think that says a lot about rot. trans, nonbinary, pangender, pansexual, asexual, panromantic. AuDHD (autism + ADHD).

heavily implied to be in a relationship with dallas during walls arc and up to their death in the wilds arc. its all i think about. however idk how to define it. idk if theyd be in a queer-platonic relationship (which is the only one i’d give bc im projecting onto dallas and dallas is the same flavor of aroace i am). i also feel like they wouldnt use a label. theyd just be like “we are best friends. we would live for each other. we would die for each other.” maybe some kind of alterous attraction but i wouldnt know— im quoiromantic/nebularomantic (aromantic microlabels). so since i cant think of it, its just gonna be like unlabeled but Its There and its FUCKING OBVIOUS LMAO (it gets worse when i imagine the scene of: alibi bleeding out in dallas’ arms as they scream for a medic among the screaming crowd, trying not to get trappled by people scrambling for safety from the royal forces. dallas is applying pressure to the wound like skip told them. why isn’t it working? why is it not working—?!) (dallas just turned 16 two months ago. alibi was only 3 months older.)

they wouldnt actually have their title of The Jester unless i tweak some things bc those titles are from the rebellion arc, which alibi had already died and wouldnt be there for. the flower titles do have meanings though. theyre from my floriography book, i can pull it out and share if you like?

it’s legal name is charlemane, but they actually don’t mind it. dallas would call them charlie in serious moments.

Asmodae - The Shield/“Cypress”. legal name: raelynn marie hellings. she/her. cis, lesbian. autism.

largely inspired by astrid from HTTYD! the badass-ness!! the take no shit!! the snark!!! while still being kind!! aaHHABAHHS! now that i think about it, also a lil bit of natasha vibes.

they are always down to fight and WILL fuck you up. they are the protector. they are the one to confront the bully and be like “what did you say about my sibling?!”

Juno - The Dahlia. legal name: june absidee goldborne. they/she/fae. genderfae. idk their romantic + sexual orientation actually— i didnt think about it. autistic *vine boom* adhd *vine boom* anxiety *3 fast vine booms*. hispanic— one parent is something similar to mexican except mexico doesnt exist in this fictional world. i dont have a world map made. the walled-in city doesnt even have a name 😭 has either/both POTS or EDS (cant decide). uses forearm crutches and sometimes a wheelchair!

hella good sniper. the long range fighter of the group. fae is very sweet and hyper-empathetic. instead of being shy, they’re just awkward (relatable)

she’s also known as The Black Dahlia. can unassemble and reassemble a gun in *really fast time idk i dont touch guns*. mercenaries wish they were as good as them when it came to guns.

Skip - “Clematis”. legal name: silas (no last name made). he/him. cis, bisexual. autistic.

THE OLDER BROTHER YOU WISH YOU HAD. THAT I WISH I HAD. AUGH. (RIP skip actually imagine getting tortured— huh what? did i say something? :3)

he jokes around a lot, hes snarky, hes sassy, hes sarcastic, hes caring, hes protective, hes— *chokes on air*

hes the one that gave dallas the name/title striker. hes the adult that believed in dallas (older by like,, 7 or so years i think)

The Family/The Eyes

dallas!!! wooah!!

Aji (ahgee - ă-jē) - The Apogee. any pronouns. literally agender. panromantic asexual. AuDHD.

it normally takes the form of a human teenager or child. xey are older than one could imagine, as they were created when the first world came to fruition.

many actually have a betting pool on how old she is. none of them are winning.

he is very parental tbh -> “no. no, aji. we can’t take in another kid.” “BUT LOOOOKKKKK! THEY WERE ABANDONED AS A SACRIFICE TO THEIR MORTAL GODS— CMONNNNN PLEASEEEE *puppy dog eyes*” “ugh fineeeee”

seraphina! nicknamed sheriff by dallas (seraph said weird). she/they. panromantic lesbians.

as i mentioned, their backstory is dallas’ OG one— er,, a few details of it.

backstory ->

she was like. an amalgamation tbh. mostly human but has enough elf genes to perform minor spells. but then was kidnapped and was experimented on and grew wings when she was still alive. (they stuck into her death and then her ascension where she grew a total of 6 wings. thats the common wing amount for those in The Syzygy.)

there was a trafficking ring for people who were experimented on. she was one of the only older kids in the ring (that survived) so they were babysitting and im :[[[ aWHg my heart

she was sold to a wealthy rich man. the angel from original poem. the angel that saved them is Apogee? probably. or one of the Five. (these are the details from the poem) (since writing the notes ive decided its most likely aji or dallas)

Memphis. they/she/he/it. agender + pansexual. AUTISMM BRR BRR BRRR where da hoes at (/ref)

no backstory or anything theyre still new but OhhOho My goD tehyre. zjsnsjsnntheyre so pretyt theyr Hot- theyre AHHWHSB /p.

RAHHHHHHHHH

these guys look SOO COOL!!!!!!! i want to befriend tgem ALL……….. im obsessed with aji’s design :000000

i want to give them all a big ol hug

[noxiatoxia]

For real though, and even if people have difficulty and generally dislike a group of people because the civilians and/or country did horrible things to theirs, supported it, turned a blind eye to it, it's their responsibility to block them. That's why instead of putting russians dni, it's their responsibility to block them and anyone who may make them feel uncomfortable. Some people aren't gonna notice dnis and they're not always doing it on purpose.

On another hand I think people have such a black and white view of people, mainly POCs because they perceive civilians as easier to bully or something like that. It's also awfully convenient for them to be like "Oh I can NEVER be like those MONSTERS, I'm a Good Person!! Tm" when everyone is capable of cruelty. Nobody's an exception, that's what makes history and infamous war criminals terrifying because they're human and they're capable of feeling human emotions just like us, even remorse. Beinf sadistic is also part of beinf human and it's our responsibility to be nothing like our ancestors.

tbh my hot take is extremist "progressiveism" has rotted peoples brains into believing it's OK to be racist/mean/violent to a group so long as they are the majority and therefore justifiable. Like it's okay to be racist to white people because they're white. As if it's still not racist lmfao. I don't think these people understand the difference between racism and systemic oppression though. I also just dont understand why they feel the need to justify "I can be mean to white/cis/straight bc xyz" when its less effort to not be a jerk to somebody for their immutable characteristics. it's that kind of hypocrisy that annoys me. if someone is upfront about it it's one thing, like acknowledging you are racist for example. still an ass but at least youre self-aware you suck. i truly cannot stand the people who are like that but delude themselves into thinking its "not as bad" or "justifiable" or even "good". just own up to it.

plus, i genuinely dont think these people are smart at all. because youre just adding fuel to the fire? by being genuinely hostile towards a group who already hates you or is on the fence about it, you give them an intensive to hate you more. like you are actively perpetuating more danger to yourself and your community by acting like a fool. butttt its none of my business in the end. people will always do whatever they want however they want. especially on the internet where they think what they say wont hold a real effect.

[nbkuhn]

First Taste Ch. 1

There is a handsome stranger in the lake. You have never been interested in fins and tails, but that might change... (Cis F human/Cis M siren)

You can also read on AO3.

Your name is Amelia, but everyone calls you Amy. This is how you always introduce yourself, the same way you always tuck every strand of unruly curly hair into your ponytail before leaving for work, the same way you always take a picture of your date's license plate and text it to a friend.

Here is another thing you always do, weather permitting, and sometimes even when it doesn't: you head down to the lake before work, sometimes so early the morning sun is only peeking its head over the edge of the surrounding trees, and you swim.

It's probably not the wisest course of action. You have had close encounters with creeps before. But you have lived in this town your entire life, and by this point, most people leave you alone. If they don't, there's always the can of mace you keep in your backpack along with your work clothes, ready to be changed into once you've had a chance to soak.

Honestly, though, you're usually alone. This early in the morning, even at the tail end of August, the water is so frigid your fingers lose feeling quickly, and sometimes stepping into the water shocks you so badly you can only float, staring dumbly up at the sky while you adjust.

Today is one of those days. You test the water with your fingers and wince, shaking off the drops before your hand can go numb.

You could leave, of course. Put your clothes on and head to work early. Your boss appreciates that.

But this is the only reckless thing you do. You take a deep breath. Then you walk to the dock a few feet down, where people tie up their inner tubes or their paddleboats. The wood is solid but still creaks under your bare feet. You flex your toes on the first board, hoping you won't come away with a splinter. Or tetanus.

Then you take a deep breath and run, full tilt, to the end of the dock and jump in. No graceful dive, this, just a leap as high as you can manage, long enough in the air to give you time to lock your arms around your knees and close your eyes before you land back in the water. The splash is explosive, and you have one brief second to feel pleasure at the sound, breaking the silence like a crack of thunder, before the water swallows you and the cold hits. It robs the breath from you, and you gasp underwater, your eyes popping open even though you made sure to close them.

You draw in one sharp breath of water. Then you realize you aren't alone. There is someone else under the surface too, staring at you. The lake is too murky to make anything out of the stranger except eyes as black as the sky above. 

 Instinctively, you kick for the surface, gasping and spluttering and shaking the water from your eyes.

The figure you saw follows. For a beat, you think maybe you hit your head, but then you realize he's a beast. His skin is bright teal with spots of white, sparkling like stars in an evening sky. Darker gills flick open and closed on the side of his neck; a long, sinuous tail stretches out into the water behind him.

"Are you all right?" he asks in a voice so deep you shiver for a reason that has nothing to do with the cold.

"F-fine," you say, still gaping at him. "Uh—thanks for asking."

He smiles, keeping his lips closed, and you realize something else—he's handsome, all lean swimmer's muscle except for his surprisingly soft face.

You've never been this close to a beast before. They're hardly common, and the last place you ever expected to run into one was in your podunk town. Sure, there's a couple of werewolves, and a vampire works at the high school, but every town has those. Whatever kind of creature he is, he's obviously rare. You only wished you'd paid more attention in the teratobiology class you took in college, but it was a freshman elective, and you were way more interested in the cute TA than the subject matter. You never thought it would be relevant.

More the fool you, apparently.

"I didn't know there was anyone else out here, or I wouldn't have jumped," you say, too unsettled to keep your mouth shut.

"Well, there's no one else but me, and I didn't mind. Are you sure you're all right? Your skin is—" He gestures at your arms, which are covered in goose flesh.

Again, the reason isn't entirely the cold. Instinctively, you pull your arms in to your chest, glad you wear a one-piece bathing suit to swim instead of anything revealing.

"Is that normal for humans?"

"Sometimes." You swallow, still tasting lake muck in your mouth. "When it's cold."

He laughed softly, covering his mouth with one hand. "I'm sorry. That was probably a strange question." He has the oddest accent, musical but also unlike any human voice you've ever heard. "I'm new here."

"I know." He blinks, as if he's wondering if he's met you and forgot, an expression you are all too familiar with. "Not because we've met before. But this is my hometown, and we don't get a lot of beasts."

"So everyone keeps telling me." But his voice is amused, not frustrated. He shifts so he's floating on his side in the water, like the two of you are stretched out in bed together and he's listening to you talk.

You should not be thinking of him in bed, not when he's mostly naked and you are only wearing a thin sheet of lycra over your most sensitive places.

His avid expression keeps your goosebumps fresh, even as your body adjusts to the temperature. "Do you want me to leave? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

You should say yes because you won't be able to get in a proper swim knowing he's here, even if his attention drifts. You don’t. "It's a free country." His brow furrows slightly. "I don't mind," you clarify. "This place doesn't belong to me." You pause, thinking of stories you aren't sure are true. "Do you... live here now?"

If anything, he looks more baffled at this. "What, in the lake?" You blink, and he laughs. "My home is in the sea. This is just a temporary stopover. I'm renting a cabin over there." He nods at the far side of the lake. You always thought those cabins were sketchy, but maybe he wouldn’t know any better if he doesn’t normally live in a house.

You can't tell if you've offended him, but you decide to apologize anyway because... well, because you always apologize, even for things you know aren't your fault. It's easier that way. "Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed."

"It's all right. Most humans seem to think I live in some sort of underwater castle and get  disappointed when I tell them the Disney version of things is rosier than reality."

You immediately want to ask what kind of place he does live in, but you aren't used to that urge, so you don't.

"I'm here for work," he says, taking pity on you.

Though that only gives you more rude questions instead of releasing your curiosity. What kind of job does a creature like this need? Does he go down to H&R Block every year to file his taxes too? Does he have a Social Security number? The idea is so absurd you almost laugh, but you suppress it just in time so Finch won't think you hit your head.

You realize you haven't actually introduced yourself. "I'm Amy, by the way."

He studies you. His dark eyes are a mirror, reflecting the hint of dawn sunlight creeping over the edge of the lake, the lingering tatters of the night sky above. "Is that short for something?"

You're not sure how he guessed. "My full name is Amelia, but Amy is what everyone calls me."

He considers this as if you've said something profound, or maybe asked him a riddle. "Is it all right if I call you Amelia? I'm not good with nicknames."

Your first instinct is to say no. You don't particularly want him calling you anything—not because he seems rude or creepy, but because his voice is so deep and his eyes are so focused on you and he's so fit. You don't want his attention at all, but only because it would be too easy to get addicted.

But that would be rude, and the idea of treating anyone rudely makes you want to curl up and die. It's just not in your nature, even when it would make your life easier.

Plus, you're used to denying yourself the things you want—an extra shot of whipped cream in your morning coffee, a donut from the office kitchen. Once in a while, though, you have to indulge, and why not with a harmless stranger you'll likely never see again?

"Uh, sure, if you like." You can't help your blush, reaching up to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. "Don't be surprised if nobody knows who you're talking to, though."

"Well, there's only us here," he points out, and it's not flirtatious, but you blush harder anyway, "so I think we'll be okay. Amelia." He pronounces your name carefully, the way you sound out an item on a menu at a French restaurant.

You nod once, movement jerky, unable to speak for just long enough for the silence to turn awkward. "So—what's your name?"

He blinks, as if he hasn't realized he hasn't introduced himself, then laughs, his smile turning embarrassed. "Oh, I'm—I'm Finch." You blink, unsure you've heard him correctly, and he ducks his head. "Like the bird?"

"That's cute."

That seems to set him at ease, or at least he looks you in the eye again. "I'm not used to having to introduce myself. Everyone knows me at home."

"Everyone knows me here. I understand."

The dawn light slowly brightens. Usually, you would swim until your alarm chimes from your stuff, abandoned on the shore, and you had to hurry off back to your apartment to shower and dress. But you're too nervous about staying here with this handsome stranger. The way his attention makes your skin tingle should be pleasant, but it unsettles you. You can't even tell if it's arousal or some kind of primal fear, the sense that you are a human with blunt teeth and nails, and he is a beast, with strong arms and a sharp grin. He could drown you so easily, and you are afraid you might let him.

"I need to get going," you say, reluctantly turning toward the shore. "It was—nice meeting you." You just manage not to turn your voice up at the end, even though it is a question in your mind.

Finch's smile turns serene, and he rolls on his back in the water, looking up at the brightening dawn sky. "The same goes for you, Amelia. Have a good day." From anyone else, those words are perfunctory—you say them a dozen times a day yourself as people pass your desk at work. But he says them so carefully it really sounds like he means it.

"You—you too." You scuttle off before you can think anything else weird.

[verdancy-hime]

Transphobia is real overall

But any woman who calls out men on anything gets accused of being a misandrist.

Women are expected to owe emotional caretaking and understanding and acceptance and accommodation to men they don't even know.

When women do not give men the benefit of the doubt, they are considered misandrists.

In the same way that sometimes I see men online who claim that they think that fantasizing about women they see? Like feeling attraction and having their heart rate go up or imagining touching them or noticing their bodies is somehow the same as misogyny? Or that watching consensual porn of women who get paid to do porn and decide themselves what to film is the same as rape, or that masturbating is the same as cheating, deciding to be single or talking about men who abused you in the past or complaining or noticing patterns of misogynistic behavior or not accepting or accommodating things you don't like is not misandry.

Saying no to a date isn't misandry. Telling a guy that you feel uncomfortable and don't like his behavior is not misandry. Dating apps aren't misandry. Complaining about a bad date is not misandry. Not wanting to date someone who doesn't have a job is not misandry. Not wanting to date people who remind you of past bad relationships is not misandry. Watching girl boss horror films is not misandry. Sex work is not misandry. Posting lol I hate men I'm tired of their crap. Isn't misandry.

Even a man saying I hate women I'm tired of their crap isn't what makes it misogyny. It's misogyny when men share tips on how to sexually assault and coerce women and how to cheat on them or collude to take their rights away. When they claim the wage gap is fake. When they tell women they don't even know who didn't ask that they're ugly or slut shame them. When men enact stuff from the beginning of the girl boss horror film so regularly that most men claim to think it's normal and most women in the theater can relate to the protagonist in real life, that's misogyny.

When women get a divorce and tell other women to be careful of a bunch of red flags, that's not misandry. When men get divorced and try to overthrow the government and make child support illegal and also wic and food stamps and the department of education and then claim single moms have it rough and then tell demand an end to employment discrimination and no fault divorce that's misogyny. If you wanna sit in your house and jerk off to porn and talk about common ways to know if she's cheating on you no one cares. Even if you wanted to end child support by ending the wage gap and expanding social safety net programs so it wasn't needed no one would care. Misogyny is when men refuse to give as much as they take and refuse to allow women to get their needs met elsewhere and try to force or coerce them to get or keep them in relationships in order to exploit their sexual, reproductive and actual labor. It's a society wide pattern of behavior that makes it matter.

The same way that a black person calling me a cracker isn't the same as me being able to talk my way out of a speeding ticket and the black person being afraid for their life, misandry is rarely the same level of threat to the life and health of men.

The only exception I can think of is women who are misandrist with sons.

Most misandry benefits men because it makes them look like bumbling nice guys who are just so terribly misunderstood and persecuted by fun haters or veers back around into supporting toxic masculinity by absolving men of their behavior because supposedly they just aren't as capable as women or capable of understanding their own emotions. Not as mature.

I assume part of the pressure on trans men from cis men is assuming that testosterone doesn't make you stupid.

the framework that misandry is real is so utterly laughable that you're better off just blocking anyone who says anything positive about it

[onmywaytofanfic]

for the meme, how about Jirobo and Sai :)

WIIII :333 Thanks for the ask! Here is my take on both characters :333

SAI

Sexuality headcanon : Demiromantic and demisexual. It must be considered that their Root trauma has left them with a huge problem to develop their affectionate relationships, not just romantically or sexually but beyond that. So, although they are demi there is that huge trauma that must be considered when they interact in general with someone.

Gender headcanon: Non binary. Male assigned at birth.

A ship that I have with said character: Listen….I know it would be hard to phantom but….SaiCho…. Listen to my reasoning, Chouji is love and Sai needs love. That’s the reasoning. Also, there is a friend that has a ship with them so…OC x Sai is good. Also their cannon partner….InoSai is good for the heart.

A BROTP I have with said character: Again SaiCho, I think Chouji would be so good at helping mend their inner child who was forced to see what they had to see about their brother Shin, Chouji as a bro-therapist I say yes. Also, SaiHinataShino the trio of shy people helping each other. I can see them as kids hanging around doing their own thing that they like together. Hinata would be doing crochet, while Sai drawing and Shino doing entries and they would make their own particular encyclopaedia together about insects and plants. Sai would do the drawings, Shino the research and Hinata would be doing small crochet insect and plants. Then when they are old and have their partners they would actually being sharing that encyclopaedia with their children so they know more about Konoha’s nature.

A NOTP I have with said character: Naruto and Sai, I highly thing that they just like have a neutral relationship. I don’t see any romance nor even true friendship among them, I see them as people who know each other and keep a cordial touch. Also I have seen Sai and Yamato….listen no. Reasoning, no.

A random headcanon: It strikes to me at someone who would hold spicy food very well and also if someone goes like “oh not this package of food is expired for three days, a week…”, They will just look at it and eat it. Listen, they lived in a cabin, in the forest with their brother. I can see both going on like, this food is not bad at all. Then both proceed to eat an apple with a dubious rather black colour.  Their stomach is bullet proof.

General opinion about said character: I actually like how calmed they are and personally I feel very connected to their general “I am Okay” appearance and then you get to know that they are deeply traumatized and yet they keep going on with their life trying too not be, or better said, worried anyone around them. I just want to hang around with them, eating some chips and letting them be more themselves. I love them <3

Jirobo AKA My baby I want to smooch him so hard.

Sexuality headcanon: Bi-king, with a tendency towards female presented people.

Gender headcanon: Cis boy

A ship that I have with said character: ..me biased…. My ship JiroRei. Listen, Jirobo and Reina feels good in the heart and helps me a lot.

A BROTP I have with this character: JiroJuu, listen big himbos together platonic brothers.

A NOTP I have with this character: Unfurtunetly, or luckly? Don’t know. He doesn’t have many people giving him ships and I haven’t seen many nor do I think with whom he may have a bad or a relationship that I absolutely would despise, except maybe if someone goes with Kabuto or Orochimaru etc… then NOOOOOOOOOOOO.

A random headcanon: I cannon that his necklace was given by his dying mother and that he also loves to clean up with his partner Reina :33 They do the cleaning very happily and then get everything dirty.

General opinion of said character: Listen… I wasn’t paying attention not many characters that have so much potential and Jirobo is one of them. I love him kind heartly, the fact that he talked so rude to Chouji was because he felt like that, his teammates were really rude with him. He is so insecure; he did not have a Shikamaru nor very good friends to back him up and make him feel at home (except Kidomaru and Kimimaru) but even them they still need to fight constantly because Orochimaru mean. The sound village has suddenly come to my eyes as a very interesting place together with many other stuffs generally overlooked by Kishimoto. Listen, he may be seen and depicted as a bully to Chouji but he was exteriorizing how people see him and consequently how he saw himself. When he grows up, he starts to see what he was doing as what it was. I can see him apologizing to Chouji and ending being good friends, because Chouji sees how people treated him and understands why he chose that route. Also, I see him as this really soft caring person, a loving husband. I just see him being soft and tender when he is with the people that he loves, even with Sukon, Ukon and Tayuya who have been and would be rude to them even when they are older, but he understands them and just let’s them be like that because he gets that everyone has their own pace. They are mean because they are severely hurt, however, there is also this idea that not everyone must have a sad background to be that mean. I believe that those three are like that with and without all the trauma, but Orochimaru just made stuff worst.

I just picture him being very comfy in a garden, letting soft rays of suntan him even more and Reina on the shade giving him small cares on his head. Listen, I am soft for him, very highly soft for him.

[sunnylovesgirlythings]

As a massive monster high g3 fan? You’d be surprised how much of the bigotry is tied to nostalgia.

Because a LOT of the queer and diverse elements incorporated into g3 were quite popular headcanons in g1-2.

Stuff like frankie being nonbinary (or just any non cis gender identity) and having prosthetics limbs? Draculaura being of a bigger body size than the others? Clawdeen actually ending up with a woman?

These were ALL over the fandom. People loved them! People said they wished they were canon!

Until they actually were. Until it meant monster high Changing to accommodate them.

Until it got in the way of their nostalgia. And the bubble of safety that creates.

They loved the idea of proper inclusive change until they actually got it.

Because being actually inclusive doesn’t just stop at confirming a few popular headcannons.

Everyone generally agreed Jinafire wasn’t particularly good Chinese representation and was an inaccurate westernised depiction of a Chinese dragon…

Until they actually reworked her from scratch to be non stereotypical and more accurate to Chinese dragon mythology.

Then suddenly g1 Jinafire was “perfectly fine, never needed changing and people are just. To. Sensitive.”

Because she Actually changed. A lot. And to people who’ve trauma bonded to their childhood media that feels like abandonment.

It’s why despite people adoring g3 Venus’ design a lot of bigoted g3 haters INSIST she’s not black coded in g3. Despite her clearly being so.

Because that’s a significant change.

Even though Venus was never given a specific ethnicity in g1 she was kinda just “ambiguously white” to them. And they refuse to shift that perception of her.

They can admit honey swamp from g1 was black coded. But not g3 Venus.

There’s no difference in the way they’re coded.

Except they’re nostalgic for g1 honey and not g3 Venus.

G2 was easy to hate. Because a lot of its changes happened to be attached to legitimate objective quality errors. That didn’t really improve to any major degrees as time goes on.

But any level of quality disparity g3 had is being actively improved with every release passed… I’d say around monster ball onward?

They’re listening. They’re adjusting things. G3 has only gotten better over time.

And the more that happens? The clearer the actual source of frustration becomes. It’s not tied to specifics. It’s tied to fact improvement in diversity means moving away from g1 and its imagery.

And also the time period of their lives g1 was active in.

It really doesn’t matter what g3 did. They were ready to reject it from the word go.

The next g3 character we’re seemingly getting is river styxx. (her trademark just got updated and considering she was apparently gonna appear in the cancelled third live action film? A g3 doll makes sense)

And I REALLY hope they make her queer. And maybe give her back the pixie cut her g1 concept art had! That was scrapped due to gender stereotypes back then. Or any short haircut!

Would people reject it? Absolutely.

But that’s ok.

Because meaningful representation is more important than their nostalgia.

And I’m glad that’s the one part g3 has refused to bend on.

I feel disappointed every time when see terfs in monster high community (and different types of tphobic people overall, no matter, female or male). Like, did you forget the message given by "saint and untouchable" g1? Be a monster, be unique, no matter, who you are, you can express yourself as you want, nobody should judge you.

I can agree that most designs in g3 may look childish and too wacky, but serious, resent about nonbinary Frankie and blame tpeople for ruining the franchise and teaching modern children how to support gender stereotypes? Nonsense.

Also Gilda was revealed to be transfem, if I don't mistake. At a time when "agenda" was not "at every turn". So shut up and don't say anything bad about others pronounces >:(

[leerongrong]

❥ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 – they learn love through the little things.

⌜ mark ⌟

mark lives his days to the fullest; he laughs a lot, he has good food on the table, he has people who love him dearly, and he prays because he's grateful for all he's been given. but there are days he isn't content; he's human and the pressure put on him isn't something a 22 year old should be facing.

it was on those dark days when you showed him love through tranquility. the town was quiet with no one walking because of the downpour and you showed mark the beauty of simplicity, through bus rides.

"mark?" you whisper, hand gently carding through the front of his bangs as his head lols from side to side. not even a sudden movement from the bus wakes him from his sleep.

"be happy." you smile when he moves to cuddle your palm now placed on his cheek. "you of all people deserve to be happy."  

now, mark thinks of you whenever he sees a bus working its way down a street, the image of foggy glass a constant reminder of the constant love he receives.

⌜ renjun ⌟

if there's anything he wishes to have, it's to be his old self again. renjun feels like an old shell of who he used to be. days used to be filled with blue skies and he was ready to say hello to the bright future waiting for him. yet somehow, they all turned gray; a constant static he wishes he could break free from.

though one day his vision is dotted with flashes of yellow. you bring color into his life through the first sticky note you wrote on that day, stuffed in the pocket of his bag. there wasn't much on it, just a messy scribble of your writing in black saying 'i love you' with a smiley face next to it.

the next day, pitter patter of shoes and a shout catches renjun's attention before he could disappear into the practice room. he tilts his head when he sees you out of breath, one hand on your knee as you double over.

"what are you doing?" it's when he finally notices the lime sticky note in you other hand, comprehension hitting him as the words finally makes sense.

"sometimes it's going to be suffocating but give yourself sometime to breath. you're moving according to your own timeline and one can do it best except for you."

from that day forward, renjun smiles a little bit more as the colors that start to fill his life once again remind him of you.

⌜ jeno ⌟

jeno's life has always been filled with a buzz; he went on with his life around his friends, family, co-workers, and the millions of fans screaming his name. he went to school with his parents and older sister at a young age, he attended school with friends when he was a freshman, and now he puts on concerts to billions of people with his found family.

yet he doesn't feel secure and warmth from the people around him; it's a void in his heart and the echo of voices make his head spin whenever he steps into his room, the cold and comfort of his bed doing nothing to sooth his stress.

"jeno, i'm here. what's going on?" you step into jeno's room, seeing the boy curled up by the edge of the bed. you rush over at the sight of his shaking shoulders, an effort to calm himself down. "hey. what happened?"

"it's okay if you don't want to talk about it." you finger traces random patterns on his skin as you engulf him in a hug. his arms are around your waist and his head hiding in the crook of your neck. "i'm right here. i'll always be right here, jeno."

jeno learns to find comfort in silence from you.  he basks in your warmth and knows that all he needs is a calming presence to pull him through.

⌜ haechan ⌟

for all he knows. for all donghyuck ever knows is that he was given the name haechan because people wanted him to shine as bright as the sun.

he was given the term 'fullsun' meaning he was someone who needed to be as dashing and radiant as the sun that shines high in the sky. all day long, full weeks straight, from the start till the end of his career line.

and as much as he adores it, he hates it. he hates the dark circles starting to imprint under his eyes like a permanent tattoo. he despises the weight of his bones every time he's off camera, and he grimaces every time smiling feels more like a burden than a choice.

and yet, u bring him love through darkness like night. comforting like a toddler in the arms of his mother, lulling like gazing up at shooting starts at midnight, rejuvenating the day after a whole 24 hours of sleeping.

"it's okay to rest, love." you grumble, looking at haechan's reflection from across the room. his eyes are dark with lack of sleep and his expression monotone. "you don't have to earn rest. you need it, deserve it, are worthy of it."

"don't ever let anyone make you feel guilty for taking time to rest." your footsteps are soft, padding through the carpet to reach him and rest your hands on his shoulders. "sometimes walls, emotional blockage walls, they're there so we can lean on and rest."

a small smile breaks on haechan's lips, his head nodding as he slightly leans on your frame for support, the weight of his burdens slowly being lifted from his shoulders. "your smile could make flowers grow. don't ever lose it."

⌜ jaemin ⌟

jaemin has a long history with coffee. he's used to the fatigue seeping through his bones and the adrenaline that courses through him whenever he takes a shot of his coffee. he knows that it's bad for him; that he's borderline addicted to it but he can't find it in him to stop.

there are times when it tastes like heaven on earth but most of the times it's to dull his senses; a nagging reminder that he has so much to do with a body and mind that's threatening to crumble over without rest.

you bring love like a breath of fresh air, one he deliberately takes multiple gulps of, through tea. he hears your scolding more often than not, he distinctly remembers every mimic of your face; from your furrowed eyebrows, to your pout and especially your wrinkling nose, every time you catch him drinking coffee.

"stop drinking so much soul sucking liquids!" jaemin chokes on his coffee from your scolding and has to slam his fist into his chest to help with the shock. he feels your palms gently smoothing over his back to help. "oh gosh, i'm so sorry!"

"okay, okay, i'll stop." jaemin laughs, still slightly coughing out his drink. "i know you love me enough to scold me but maybe don't call coffee a soul sucking liquid while i'm drinking one?"

"whatever." you roll your eyes and smile when jaemin presses a kiss as an apology.

he doesn't realize it but jaemin has a fond look on his face every time he sees a kettle boiling. he has a special place in his cupboard for your ceramic tea cup, one that's the exact same as his because he thought it would be cute to match. he even bought a perfume of tea leaves and a tea set just to remind himself of the better half that is you.

⌜ chenle ⌟

chenle is used to being in the spotlight; he's had his fair share of fame since he was a kid and now he's part of one of the biggest kpop groups in the world. he's done his best with whatever he can control; practice, sleep, eat, repeat. yet he still can't control his short fuse.

he feels the need to explode sometimes,  people get on his nerves easily. he knows what its like to let his anger get the best of him and he knows the scolding that is bound to come right after.

"chenle, let's go over there." your voice breaks him out of his staring match with a rude employee. he's done his best to slowly let his anger simmer but nothing is helping him calm down. "let's drink our hot chocolate, yeah?"

chenle looks at nothing but the ground. all he sees is red until he feels your hand intertwine with his and recognizes your sweet tone. "you okay?" you bring him back by telling him to breath, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "i love you, chenle."

chenle sees you in the gentle breeze on a hot summer day, something smooth that brings him relief whenever he feels he might let himself slip away.

⌜ jisung ⌟

if jisung could describe himself in one word; it would be shy. he remembers hiding behind the shadows of his parents and brother, he knows he hides from the spotlight, becoming a side character in his own story.

"jisung! congratulations!" your shout from across the hallway has jisung hiding his face, groaning as attention gathers on him. "way to go! i knew you could do it!"

he hides his face behind his hands, eyes peaking through his fingers when he hears you stop in front of him. "did you have to shout?"

"yes," you frown. "jisung, you're number one in that dancing competition. you should be proud."

"i know but-"

"no buts!" you gently pry his hands away from his face, your smiling face coming into his view. "you're a winner jisungie, let the whole world know and celebrate!"

you bring love in the form of courage and jisung smiles at the thought of your bravery. your words make him want to live life as if it were a movie and he's the main character.

[estrel]

for #spnprideweek day 1: coming out + flags

↳ summary: cas tells sam a secret that he hasn’t (really) told anybody else. surprisingly, sam has one too.  PRIDE series | gen, sam & cas | word count: 1.7k

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Sam’s grimacing a little at the grease from the fries on Cas’ plate. Cas would usually make a comment, here, about Sam keeping his eyes on his own paper, or that it isn’t nearly as bad as the veggie burger sitting on his plate at Sam’s behest. This is the recompense, Cas wants to say, but his mouth is dry and no words are coming out even if he wants them to.

Accompanying the inability to speak is the twisting feeling in his gut that won’t even allow him to pick up the burger. The smell is too much, too, and Cas hates to admit it but it’s probably the grease, so he sits back a little against the peeling seat of the booth to calm his nerves.

It’s just Sam. He can do this. It’s only that this is the first time he’s telling anyone, and that definitely ups the stakes a little.

Well, that’s somewhat of a lie. Cas had told the nice woman at the grocery store check out last week when he’d seen her little pin on her work uniform and asked where he could get one. 

He hadn’t actually bought one, of course, but Cas eyed the small bin full of brightly colored pins on the way out, convincing himself it was stupid to get back in line again for something so small and inexpensive. Still, he’d thought about it on the drive back to the Bunker, and that night in his bed, and the full week following, up until now. 

Now, Sam was looking at him with concern, and wiping his mouth in that way that means he’s about to get serious.

“Is everything alright?” he asks, pointedly looking down at Cas’ loaded plate. He’d barely taken a bite, except for a few nibbles of his admittedly greasy fries. And it was weird because since becoming human, Cas' appetite had grown considerably, much to Dean's delight.

And—Dean. That's what this was all about, wasn't it? Sure, it was more than just Dean, it was all the humans that had made Cas' body ache like it hadn't before, had made him think of what it means to be in this vessel—his body—and be attracted to other...humans.

It was odd. In hindsight, things in Heaven had been so much easier in this regard. Cas had spent most of his life clueless to the capabilities of human attraction, and then he met Dean and it all came crashing down around him. Only then, Cas was ignoring it. He was facing the other way, because though he felt human, he wasn't. Not really.

But everything is different now.

Cas clears his throat.

"Well," he starts, "no. I am feeling what I believe you’d call...anxiety. My stomach hurts, I find I'm unable to eat, a-and my hands are—"

"Cas," Sam interrupts. Shaking. Cas' hands are shaking.

Sam's fully set his fork and knife down now, hands clasped together on the edge of the table. "Talk to me."

Cas licks his dry lips.

"It’s not...it isn’t a big deal, really,” and yet Cas can feel his heart hammering in his chest. He sucks in a breath. “But I’m, uh. I wanted to tell you that...I like men.”

Sam’s expression doesn’t change, but he blinks at Cas once from across the table.

“Okay.”

Cas raises an eyebrow, pulse slowing down a little with his next exhale. “Okay?”

Maybe it was that simple, and Cas was worrying over nothing. It’s just...this feels like it should be bigger. Earth-shattering. Like Sam should either hug him or tell him he never wants to speak to Cas again.

Instead, he just shrugs, picks up his fork and pushes bits of his salad around his plate.

But then Cas’ gaze moves to Sam’s face and...Sam’s frowning. Cas feels his heart thumping hard again, waiting for the ball to drop. It feels a little like when Dean sat him down to “talk,” right after he lost his powers, and, well. Cas knew how that had ended. He braces himself for the worst, schools his features to something more neutral.

“I’m,” Sam clears his throat, “I’m sorry you got nervous over all of that. I-I get that coming out is...” he laughs, “usually a bigger deal, but. You don’t have to worry with me, you know? I get it.”

That makes Cas pause. “You...do?”

Now Sam’s looking at him, eyes a little wide, but he works his jaw and gets the words out. “Yeah. Uh... well I guess now’s a good a time as any to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

The fork is set back down again. The bell over the diner door jingles. 

“In college...you know about Jess,” Sam says, jogging Cas’ memory. He knows, so he nods and Sam continues, “Well we uh. We actually met in a Gender Studies class. I thought, ‘pff, easy A,’ but it was actually way more complex than I originally thought, so she kind of...tutored me.” Cas raises an eyebrow, and Sam rolls his eyes.

“Actually tutored me. Whatever. Point is, I learned a lot—‘cause she was a great teacher—and...not just about the class, but about myself, too.” 

Cas nods slowly, beginning to catch Sam’s drift. “Okay...”

Despite his tone, Sam’s posture stiffens a little, like he’s uncomfortable, or not really used to this type of conversation. Cas does his best to relax into his seat to ease him, unfolding his arms.

“What I’m saying is,” Sam shrugs, “I’m...not...cis. Like, I don’t....I’m not um, a guy, I guess. Well, sort of. I’m non-binary.”

Cas is silent for a second, mulling it over in his head. Eventually it becomes long enough for Sam to say, “Uh...you know what? You can forget it, man—”

“No!” Cas says, almost knocking over his plate in the process. The silverware clatters as it falls onto the table, and Sam flinches a little. “I was just thinking...I want to apologize if anything I’ve said about your gender has ever made you uncomfortable, or if you—”

Sam’s out-facing palm makes Cas stutter to a stop. There’s a weird guilt settling in the pit of his stomach, and the anxiety that he’d thought was gone is back full force again. Cas tears off a piece of his napkin.

“Cas, dude. Calm down,” Sam laughs. He takes a deep breath, and Cas follows his lead. They breathe in and out together for a beat, and when Cas feels fairly calmer, Sam pushes both of their plates aside.

“There’s no need to apologize for something you couldn’t have known about,” he starts, shaking his head a little, “and you haven’t done anything wrong, either. I still use he and him pronouns, and sometimes they and them. And besides, it’s not like I go around telling people. Especially with, uh, the way I was raised...I’ve been hesitant, you know? It was great in college, people were really supportive when I told them. But then when I started hunting again...I don’t know. 

“My dad...uh. I tried telling him, once. Didn’t go too well, so I didn’t try it again. I think that’s why Dean...” he shakes his head, frowning down at the table again. “It wasn’t easy, growing up the way we did. You could probably understand that.”

Cas nods. Under the table, his napkin is shredded into bits. 

“I do. I think, in a way, I also understand being trans.” Sam jerks their head up, intrigued. 

“Angels...we don’t experience gender the same way humans do. In fact, the concept is entirely nonexistent in Heaven. So, when we take vessels...”

“You’re essentially defining yourself,” Sam says in awe. It makes Cas smile to see them back in their element, leaning forward a little to listen better. “I never thought about it that way, not really.”

Cas shrugs. “I’m not sure all of my siblings did, either. Many chose according to which vessel would best suit them and their form. That was definitely a factor in me choosing Jimmy, but I also found the thought of looking like a human man...greatly appealing.”

Sam’s nodding now, gaze darting to different parts of the table. Cas knows that means they’re mentally crafting an essay right about now, or thinking of what books in the Bunker might further help in their research about it.

“Wow,” he says, “that’s—I mean. Wow, Cas. Thanks for telling me that. And uh, the other thing.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

There’s a comfortable silence between them now, and Cas takes it as an opportunity to sip from his slightly-melted iced tea. 

“So,” Sam starts again slowly, “have you told Dean?”

Cas sucks in another deep breath, and Sam nods. “Yeah,” he says, “me neither.”

It surprises Cas a little that Sam hasn’t told him, and he expresses that with an inquiring eyebrow. 

Sam purses his lips and dodges the unspoken question. “Dean’s not a bad guy. You probably know that better than anyone except me. You know he’d still love you if you told him.”

Cas’ heart pounds at the mention of the word. When Sam notices, he feels his ears begin to heat with a blush. 

“Oh,” Sam smiles, “that. I figured. For a while now, but I didn’t wanna say anything.”

Cas tries to will away the heat on his face. He doesn’t say anything, so Sam leaves it be.

The waitress gives them a worried look when she brings the check, eyeing their barely touched plates. They both smile apologetically, insisting that their food was “great” when she whisks it away.

On their way back home, Cas asks if Sam can stop at the store. They don’t ask anything more than, “we need groceries that bad?” and Cas dips inside. He knows this is just like any other grocery run—going in and out as quick as possible with the things they need—yet his heart hammers all the same when he stops in front of the bin near the door. The same employee from last week is working on lane six, and he’s sure to check out at that one with his goods. She gives him a knowing smile.

Cas flops into the passenger seat, a little out of breath.

“That was fast,” Sam starts to say, before noticing Cas’ lack of grocery bags. “Dude. What d’you buy, air?”

Instead, Cas brandishes two brightly colored pins. Sam tentatively takes the yellow, white, purple, and black one, eyes wide.

“For me?” they ask.

Cas smiles, running his thumb over the rainbow one in his hand. 

“For both of us,” he says.

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Sam Wilson's trauma response

Surprise, surprise I'm writing another post about Samuel Wilson and his not-so-healthy-but-not-super-obvious mental health... Here we go! Let's get into Sam's trauma response(s): fight or fawn?

The fight trauma response when used positively and productively can help a person "establish healthy boundaries, be assertive, find courage, become a strong leader, and protect oneself and loved ones (when necessary)". Sam manages to display all of these aspects in his personality and honestly it's refreshing because typically when a character, especially a male character, has a fight trauma response they tend to be toxic people with severe toxic masculinity instilled in them, but Sam doesn't have that.

Sam regularly establishes his boundaries by telling people what he will and won't do or what he will and will not accept. In his fight with Rumlow, he tells Rumlow to shut up with his villainous monologue. After Project Insight gets shut down, Steve tells him that he doesn't have to go looking for Bucky\the Winter Solider with him but Sam chooses to anyways. In TFATWS CAATWS, Sam tells Bucky that he will not accept Bucky hassling him about his rights, the shield, or what Steve had excepted (specifically in the therapy scene where Sam tells Bucky to "shut up"). Also in CAATWS, Sam establishes with the officer that he will not be handing over his ID because he wasn't violating any laws by just talking with Bucky. Sam's assertiveness is obvious in his introduction in CA: TWS when Sam flirts with Steve and Natasha within seconds of each other, as well as his flashy flying style and his approach to the boat and his family's business. The courage that flows throughout Sam is most obvious when he sets out to look for an assassin with very little hesitation, not to mention that he was the first to oppose the Sokovia Accords. I don't really feel like I need to explain Sam's leadership skills because mans is Captain America and marvel designated him to being Steve's lapdog for like four films. Lastly, Sam is a SUPERHERO! Of course, he's protective of people it's in the job description.

However, a fawn trauma response entails "denying preferences and personal boundaries to make other people happy in order to avoid 'danger'". While this definition doesn't really fit Sam the following might: "Do I put my needs aside to make others feel better? Do I feel empty in relationships after giving too much of myself?". The answer to both of these questions for Sam would most likely be "yes". The article I'm quoting states that if you answer yes to more than two out of five questions you may have the fawn response. Even though only two of the questions applied to Sam, he evidently doesn't have the fawn response but saying yes to any of the questions is something.

Sam saying yes to: "Do I put my needs aside to make others feel better? Do I feel empty in relationships after giving too much of myself?" makes sense for two reasons. As a black person, or a person of color, you learn at a young age what you should and shouldn't do in certain situations with white people, cops, and the general public. Also as a person with mental illness and\or a neurodivergent person there becomes this sometimes overwhelming need to fit in and just have people like you without using you or leaving you in a few months when you stop masking. With the intersection of these two things in Sam, he has no doubt faced hardship on account of his blackness (episode 1 & 2 of CAATWS) and he faces hardship on account of his trauma and mental illness (time in the USAF, losing Riley, losing Steve, growing up black in the southern USA, possibly being not het and\or cis, etc).

Sam has been through A LOT in his time in the MCU and not once has this man admitted to feeling too good and that's a bit of a problem ngl that's really on marvel writers. There are some positive aspects that the fawn response can facilitate "compassion for others, compromise, active listening, and fairness" but all of those things are really just traits that decent people should have regardless of their trauma and\or their trauma response(s). I'm not really gonna touch on those things in this post or on my blog unless I deem it relevant because it feeds into the narrative that Sam is some kind of comfort stuffie for their (white) fav and we don't vibe with that here. Sam is a fighter always has been, always will be and we love him for it, so let's give Sammy a nice hug because he's Samuel Thomas Wilson!

sources: Fawn Response, 4 Types of Trauma Response