#really should have known I was trans sooner

[scramratz]

If you have PCOS that means you’re intersex

I enter sex all the time

[frogmanfae]

When I was younger I used to always say that if I was a superhero my name would be *something*-man because "well nobody would ever suspect it was me then because I'm a girl" and I thought it was absolutely genius

Anyway, now I'm trans

[mind-intheclouds342]

The perfect one - Trans Curly x Reader

Warning: Smutty!

To you, he was the best man you could have ever met, tall, blonde, with blue eyes, his beard tickled you every time you kissed him, his hands were big and perfect for holding your face, kind, compassionate, and you could keep naming many other qualities of his.

After so many failed relationships, you felt that you had finally met the right person for you. 

Maybe the only bad thing you could say about him was his job, which meant he was away too much, but in the last few months you were dating, there wasn't a day when you didn't receive a call from him and he would tell you how everything was going.

While you were waiting at the mall for their arrival to meet, someone had approached you. 

He looked familiar when you gave him a glance, until you realized he was a friend of Curly's, whom you had only seen in photographs. 

Jimmy: "Aren't you (Y/n)? Curly's girlfriend?"

"Um- yeah, it's me..." 

You nodded somewhat nervously at the man's sudden closeness. 

Jimmy: "Are you gay?"

"Excuse me?"

That question had caught you completely off guard. 

Jimmy: "Sure you are, otherwise you wouldn't be with Curly, right?" 

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Jimmy: "You know, because he is a woman."

"Eh?"

Every word that came out of his mouth only made you feel more and more confused. 

Jimmy: "Didn't you know? He may look like a man and all, but he doesn't have what really makes a man."

"You know- I don't feel comfortable talking about this with you. I will kindly ask you to leave me alone and go away."

Jimmy: "Ugh, I'm just telling you the truth, you don't have to react that way."

He rolled his eyes. 

Jimmy: "You should be with a real man, I'm available if you're interested in that."

"No thanks, I would prefer to eat cockroaches."

You made an unpleasant grimace at that idea, but the thought of being much closer to that person for a longer time seemed even more disgusting to you. 

After rejecting him in a thousand different ways and having him insult you for rejecting him, he got tired enough to leave you alone. 

"What kind of friends does Curly have?"

You wondered, looking at the time on your phone, hoping he would arrive soon. 

And when you looked up from the screen, all you could see were yellow tulips in front of you. 

Curly: "Have you been waiting a long time for me?"

You melted at the sight of that beautiful smile he has, and the gesture of the flowers in a pot won your heart once again. 

"No, not at all, I arrived just a few minutes early."

You responded by greeting your boyfriend with a kiss on the lips, happy to see him again. 

Curly: "Great, shall we go to that new café you wanted to go to?"

"Of course~"

You clung to his arm and, attached to him, walked together until you reached that place.

You took a seat, leaving the flowers aside, and after glancing at the menu, you decided to place  your orders. 

Curly: "And? Have you thought about my proposal?"

"To go live with you?" You smiled, playing with the paper napkin on the table. "I don't know..." It's still a bit early~ we've only been dating for half a year"

Curly: "Mmm, but we've known each other for two years." 

"But it seems like you haven't told me everything~" 

Immediately, his calm demeanor changed to a more nervous one. 

Curly: "Hehehehe, what are you talking about?"

"I had the strangest conversation with your friend Jimmy, you told me he was a good guy, but damn, he's an idiot!" 

Curly: "Oh- um- and what did he say?"

"He started calling you less of a man and those things, he even called you a woman, I thought it was a bit exaggerated."

Curly: "Well... About that..."

"...Why would you hide something like this from me??"

Curly: "I didn't know how you were going to react... I like you a lot and I don't want to lose you..."

"Fool, it's not worth hiding those things, sooner or later they come to light, and it's better to say them beforehand." 

Both sighed and rested their heads in their hands. 

Curly: "You're going to leave me, aren't you? It's okay if you do it..."

"What?"

Curly: "At this point, this is where everyone leaves... For women, I was never a 'real man,' and for those who like women, I was never quite a woman, so... no one was satisfied with me after finding out that I am trans. " 

"I'm angry because you didn't tell me earlier. Not because you were born a woman"

Curly: "...Are you not going to leave me?"

"How could I leave the best man in the world?"

When he saw your smile and heard what you said, he couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and joy. 

At that moment, your drinks were brought to you, and you continued your conversation as if nothing had happened, talking about your jobs and friends, catching up after not having seen each other for a while.

You had decided to go to his house, you wanted to stay for dinner and sleep with him. 

"Was that you??" 

You said, surprised, looking at some photos from when he was a teenager, before testosterone. 

The two sitting on the couch in their living room. 

Curly: "Yeah... They always told me I looked very masculine, so I tried to look as feminine as possible so they wouldn't talk weird about me, but I think I just looked dumber." 

"You were so beautiful! You have always been handsome your whole life, it's unfair!"

You buried your face in his chest and hit him a couple of times softly, until you stopped and looked at him. 

Curly: "There's nothing left" he laughed lightly as if he could read what you were thinking. 

"Can I see?"

He blushed a little at your proposal, but he was quick to please you and take off his shirt. 

You attentively observed his scars, carefully touching them with the tips of your fingers. 

"I love them" 

Curly: "And i love yours," he smiled, seeing how focused you were on his chest. 

He became somewhat curious when you started looking at his face and chest repeatedly; he suspected you were up to something and confirmed it when you bit his chest out of nowhere. 

That was the greatest show of affection you could give him. 

"By the way! You need to work on your friendships. "

You told him when you stopped biting him, he was lying on the couch breathing heavily from how you had attacked him, his entire chest and neck marked with small bites and hickeys.

Curly: "Can we talk about that later?"

He said with a sigh and his cheeks red. 

"Of course" 

You smiled to climb on top of him and kiss his lips. 

You felt his hands resting on your thighs and then slowly sliding down to your butt to squeeze it. 

You let out a small sigh between your lips, causing him to pull away from you. 

Curly: "Are you sure about this?"

"More than sure" 

You confirmed it and let out a squeal when he grabbed you to carry you, getting up from the couch ready to take you to his room. 

When he laid you down on the bed, he immediately began kissing your neck and slipped his hands inside your shirt, trying to unfasten your bra. 

You felt his hands glide over your body to take off your shirt, momentarily parting from your neck to get rid of it and then placing a kiss back on your lips. 

He gave you a smile before turning to your breasts to start kissing them first, then licking them, and finally dedicating all his attention to your nipples, one in his mouth and the other being massaged by his left hand. 

He sucked, pressed with his lips, and moved his tongue in circles over one, while with the other he gently pulled and twisted, making them hard, causing you to arch your back while letting out small moans. 

Curly: "You sound so lovely..." 

"I didn't know you could be so eager..." 

You laughed a little until you saw him run his tongue between your breasts and then down to your stomach, leaving a kiss on it before he started to take off your pants.

"Hey! I'm not a rag doll!" 

You shook your legs to prevent him from completely removing the lower part of your clothes, it didn't bother you at all but you felt a bit lazy letting him do everything. 

You finished taking off your pants by yourself, left only in your underwear, sat on his bed, and smiled. 

"You have more clothes than I do."

Curly: "And if we leave that for another day? It doesn't bother me at all to please you today."

"Pants down"

You said it almost like an order, crossing your arms.

He sighed to start unbuttoning his pants, and as he lowered them, you saw that he was wearing boxers, but what caught your attention the most was the hair peeking out from the lower part of his stomach. 

"...Jungle?"

Curly: "Don't say it like that!"

"I see that the curtains match the rugs. "

Curly: "Don't keep on with that"

You let out a giggle and pushed him, making him fall back onto the bed. You rested your cheek on his thigh, playing with the edge of his boxers between your fingers, then slowly pulling them down to his knees. 

"Oh wow-" 

You just said that and Curly was already covering his face with his arms. 

You had never seen an erect clit in your life, but you didn't mind it at all, not to mention the amount of hair covering that area. 

You couldn't help but lean in and soon take it into your mouth to suck it, surprised when he suddenly lifted his hips and his legs trembled, perhaps you hadn't considered the sensitivity of that part. 

When you tried to pull away, his hands went to your head, pushing you against his pussy. 

Curly: "No, no, no, please don't stop"

And those words were enough for you to continue with the pleasure of that man, too immersed in his moans, not wanting to stop and even exploring a bit more by inserting two of your fingers inside him, giving him goosebumps. 

Curly: "Yesss, keep going like that- a little more- a little more and-!"

You could only drown your moan in his intimacy when his legs pushed you even more against him at the moment he reached his orgasm. 

Little by little, his trembling legs slid down your back, leaving you free, finally lifting your head with your cheeks red and your face all wet.. 

"Bleh"

You stuck out your tongue to get a hair off it, and both of you ended up looking at each other and then laughing for the same reason. 

Curly: "I think I got carried away-"

"Do you think so?" 

You murmured to lean over him and kiss his lips.

Curly: "Eew, you are soaked."

"Now you deal with it" 

They laughed as you planted kisses all over their face. 

Curly: "If you want to soak my face, do it like this"

He took your sides and pulled you up until your stomach was against his face, he started kissing you, tickling you, and making you sit on his chest.

"Hehehe what are you- oh my God-"

You let out a moan when he took your sides and ended up dragging you to his face, moving your panties aside with his teeth and inserting his tongue in an instant. 

You were definitely going to seriously consider moving in with him. 

[dominiknene-art]

I've always been better with drawings than words, but today I want to try to express my thoughts and open up to you.

Today we “celebrates” the #tdor , Transgender Day of Remembrance, where we remember our trans siblings who lost their lives to discrimination and transphobia. We are here to remember their names even if we have never really known them, we get together and remember them to ensure that what happened to them never happens to any trans person again.

I'm tired of hearing about trans people tragically losing their lives, I'm tired of being afraid of coming out because I don't know who I have in front of me, what could happen if this person reacted badly. I am lucky enough to have my family and friends next to me, but unfortunately I am a lucky case not as common as it should be... I want to be close and hug all my siblings who have no one next to them, tell them that they are strong and that I will be there even if there are seas and mountains to divide us, but unfortunately my voice will never be strong enough to reach everyone.

I thank those who support me and those next to me, I hope that sooner or later these victims will be just a painful memory of a hostile past towards our community and that, in the future, the list of names will no longer grow. I love you, rest in power my friends ❤️🏳️‍⚧️

[drdemonprince]

Autistic friend anon here — thank you so much for your answer and the substack post. I was kind of stuck in the “rejection” feeling of “wait but if being autistic isn’t a bad thing then why are you so upset at the idea that YOU might be autistic”. I took it really personally and wasn’t really thinking about how much it sucks when someone acts like they know you better than you do. I’ll have to keep working through that.

I also often get stuck in the idea that “well if someone had just TOLD ME I was queer/trans/autistic then I could have figured it out sooner and life would be better” or whatever. But after many years of being out as queer/trans, I think that isn’t actually true and even if it is, I don’t interact with other possibly queer/trans people by “diagnosing” them with queerness/transness any more. In my head it seemed like autism was different for some reason, but of course it is not.

Anyway, your answer was really thoughtful and diplomatic, while also being very clear about what is bad behavior on my part. It is genuinely going to be a big benefit in my life.

Hey, nice to hear from you again!

I totally feel you. When I told a friend years ago that I thought she might be a BPDer, I was incensed that she ended up not taking that comment well. I meant it in an affirming, pro-Mad-Pride kinda way! I was a BPDer too! if she thought it was bad to be BPD, what did that mean she thought about me?

But I was looking at it the wrong way. I had just hurled a still very stigmatized label in her direction as a response to her complaining about real relational struggles in her life, which felt diminishing and presumptive. Telling various people in my life that I'm pretty sure they're Autistic can have a similar effect, even if they're on board Autism acceptance as an idea.

I used to fixate on the time I lost not realizing I was trans or queer or whatever the fuck I am yet. I had a vision of an older me materializing before me at age 16, specifically on the corn-lined roads I used to bike up and down furiously, and imagined telling myself the Truth of who I was and what I had to do to be happy. I believed that if i had known I was trans younger I would have avoided a lot of upsetting relationships, eating disordered periods, and general angst.

Now. I am pretty damn sure that is not true. It turns out that being trans was not a solution to all my problems, it was just another problem that I had. In the sense that it's a challenge to navigate on this bitch of an earth. if i hadn't chosen to be trans i would have chosen some other shit to do that also would have been a major pain in the ass i'm sure. that too would have been an interesting back story.

I dont think I was ever going to be outgoing and unneurotic and breezily well adjusted. That's not my lot in life. Feeling a little uncomfortable in my body and around other people is as definitional a part of me as my wit or my weird laugh. I can kinda love that about myself now, or at least accept it. nothing and nobody actually could have saved me. its just not that simple. but it's been a pretty interesting life.

i think we tend to impose our self-narratives onto other people when we are not happy or we are harboring deep regrets about having gotten something wrong or missed something in the past. but we cant spare our friends those journeys. they should get to have them. it's interesting and enriching to get things wrong, be in denial, cope in elaborate stupid ways, soul search, change our minds, miss something, find something, never know what's true.

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/765690185924083712/i-really-like-trans-headcanons-but-i-wish-most-of?source=share

There's a lot of clownery in the notes on this one, but I wanted to address just one thing.

Egg is a term used by trans people to refer to ourselves before we knew were trans. It does not refer to a closeted trans person or to a trans person who has identified their own gender identity and does not pass.

To the first reblogger, no matter how egalitarian a sci fi society is, a trans person would not be born knowing they were trans and would still realise they were trans at some point in their life. This would come sooner for most people in a society where transness was well known and positively viewed, but people would still have a time before they decided that identity fit them.

To the second reblogger, if you don't like the term, absolutely use a differnt one, but it is not reductive to discuss the period of our lives before we knew we were trans. I don't know what bullshit is going down in your fandom, but it sounds like people are just randomly deciding characters and IRL people are eggs because of how they dress, and that's stupid and they should cut it out. But tell me how it's reductive for me to say "back when I was an egg, I hated being called ma'am and I didn't realise why until my egg cracked".

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[transfemme-shelterdog]

Hey it's me again (the anon who asked for tips coming out to family.) I contemplated sending via DM but I figured if I were to ask publicly it could help people other than me too. I was very nervous about sending this for some reason, but I think I can get over it.

I would really appreciate you giving examples of what might be asked and what sort of stuff I should tell, I'm not very good at this sort of thing at all. Here's what I've got in my head so far:

I know they'll probably want to know why I didn't tell them sooner since I have had doubts for nearly a decade and have known for certain for about half that time. I assume this is just something I can sidestep or brush off with a joke. I don't want them to blame themselves.

Obviously they'll want to know my pronouns and new name I would like to use. My new name is a little out there since I've just been using the name of a character I was obsessed with when I first tried out He/Him pronouns online, but I am very attached at this point so they'll have to deal with that I suppose. They'll also probably have questions on why I want to use It/It's as well, which I can probably work a joke into.

Considering my family is also very plan oriented they will probably expect me to have formulated a plan for transition, but I don't know exactly how to create one of those.

I also want to include something about how I'm not going to be changing how I dress as I consider my style rather important to me even if it makes it more difficult to pass.

That's about all I have, I assume there's other things I should expect and should be including in the presentation?

Oof. I'm sorry this was so long. I tried to cut it down in several places but my new meds seem to have made my rambling issue much worse. Apologies if it seems a little disjointed due to this.

Thank you for your support and I really appreciate you.

And to anyone else reading for advice, I believe in you! We can do this!

So when I first came out to my parents, the series of questions they had for me went as follows:

How do you know that you're trans?

How long have you known?

What's the name you want to go by?

What's your transition going to look like?

How are you planning on telling other people?

Are you going to freeze your sperm?

When are you planning on going on meds?

How can we support you

Plan for transition for you, could be something like: "I plan on getting HRT through XYZ, then dressing more masculine, cutting my hair short, and changing my name legally in 2 years"

If I were you, I'd make my powerpoint as such:

Introduction

Your new name/pronouns, and why you chose it/it's

Why you're coming out now

How you plan on transitioning

How you plan on telling others

If you're planning on freezing your eggs

What they can do to support you

Open the floor for questions

[iristhelegendofthestorm]

please critique my coming out email:

Dear family,

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to say this, and I hope you’ll take a moment to hear me out. This is something I’ve known about myself for years, but I’ve been too scared to say it out loud until now.

My name is Iris, and I’m a transgender woman.

I know this might come as a shock, and it’s okay if you don’t accept it right away or need time to process. I just ask for your understanding as I try to live a life that finally feels right for me.

I really didn’t want this to feel impersonal, but the truth is, I’m terrified. Saying this to you all directly feels impossible due to the sheer weight of of these words. I love you all and know I'll be loved no matter what, but I don't know if I could get all of my thoughts coherently articulated any other way.

I’ve also been feeling incredibly guilty for not telling you sooner. But the truth is, I wasn’t even ready to admit it to myself before. It’s taken me a long time to understand who I am, and even longer to find the courage to share it with you. I hope you can forgive me for waiting so long.

I want you to know how much you’ve all meant to me throughout my life. Your love and care have always been important, and I hope this doesn’t change that. I know this might feel confusing, difficult, or even hurtful to hear. That’s not what I want, and I hope we can work through those feelings together if they come up.

I’ve struggled with depression for years, and I truly believe this is a big part of why. Hiding who I really am has been exhausting, and I think it’s time to be honest. I also know that who I really am might be pretty different from the person you’ve all been seeing. But this is me, the real me, and I hope you can give me the space to figure it all out.

For the first time, I feel like I’m on the path to being the person I was always meant to be. It’s scary, but it’s also freeing, and I hope you’ll walk this path with me.

Looking back, I realize the signs were there all along. And maybe if you think about it, you’ll see them too. I was called a "tomgirl" or "zesty" growing up, especially by peers and even (sister). Pink has always been my favorite color, and I’ve gravitated toward things that people might call “girly.” I never even used the bathroom in kindergarten because I didn’t want to go into the boys’ room.

In games like Splatoon, Overwatch, or even with my Miis, I always chose female characters because they felt more “me.” I loved dying my hair red and wearing loose-fitting pink clothes—even my beat saber hoodie with the trans flag colors. I remember being caught reading about female anatomy in books because I was so fascinated by something that felt closer to what I should have been.

Even as a kid, I was drawn to painting my nails, collecting Shopkins, and having mostly female friends. I’ve always admired women’s shoes and clothing, pointing out how much better their styles were, both in real life and in video games. And Halloween? I asked to dress as female characters so many times I lost count.

I’m saying all this because I want you to understand that this isn’t sudden, random, or a phase. This isn't because of my new friends, and this isn't something that I am following the crowd on. This is who I’ve always been, even if I didn’t have the courage to admit it.

I also need to ask for your help. With the current political climate under Trump’s anti-trans policies, I’m worried about what the future holds for me and others like me. Your support and protection would mean the world to me, whether it’s standing up for me, helping me stay informed, or just being there when I need someone to lean on.

Even as more and more anti trans laws are passed, I would still very much so love your support in transitioning so I can be myself. My goals are at the very least to socially and legally change my name to "Iris feminemiddlename lastname" and change my wardrobe to more accurately reflect who I am. If the law allows, I would also like to start hormone replacement therapy, which essentially is medicine that feminises my body.

It would also mean so much if you could start calling me Iris and using she/her pronouns, but I understand it might take time to adjust. If this is too much for you to handle right now, that’s okay. I hope that in time, we can figure this out together. I love all of you and don’t want to lose my family over this.

Thank you for reading this, and thank you for giving me the space to finally be honest. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me. I hope you see me as your daughter and the same person, but just more fully herself.

– Iris".

[skycas1noregular]

Kinktober/Smuttober 19th: Fyosig (praise kink, wet dream)

- trans Sigma

(🔞NSFW)

I think we can all agree that Sigma has a praise kink. It's literally a well known thing among fandom atp. To add to that, I think Fyodor adores abusing it, or simply playing with Sigma's mind by using it.

He tried following Fyodor’s thigh, but he ended up thrusting into the air, not getting any stimulation. He just appeared more desperate than before. “You seem rather eager to get back to what you were doing. So, if you want to continue, you will have to tell me what you were dreaming about. What do you say, dear?” Fyodor repeated, knowing he’ll get Sigma to confess his desires, sooner or later. There's nothing that could break Fyodor’s patience, but there are a lot of things that could break Sigma entirely.

“It was nothing,” he whined, “It wasn’t important. You don’t need to know… just let me…” he stopped himself, not wanting to finish so as not to embarrass himself further. As he closed his eyes, hoping Fyodor would drop it, he felt Fyodor moving on top of him and turning him on his back. He didn’t bother hiding his amused expression as Sigma looked up at him for a moment before turning his head away and looking at the window. “Oh, is that so?” Fyodor asked and tilted his head, moving his thigh back where Sigma wanted it the most, carefully positioning himself so that Sigma could feel it but not press against it.

He slowly brought his hand to the end of Sigma’s oversized shirt, moving it up just below his chest and slowly tracing his cold fingers over Sigma’s belly. His hands made Sigma shiver and let out a quiet breath.

They slowly went down his body until he felt Fyodor cup his pussy over his, or rather Fyodor’s boxers. He knew his plan; he knew that Fyodor just wanted to get him desperate and needy before taking it away. He was aware, but couldn't, or for some reason didn't want to stop him. To his own satisfaction, he moved his hips to meet Fyodor’s touch.

Fyodor started playing with the waistband of his boxers. His fingers glazed over it and under it, tugging on it slightly, while he pressed his thigh to Sigma’s desperation down below, allowing him to grind for a moment.

“What a shame. It seems you really like how my touch is making you feel, hm?” Fyodor said with a trace of mockery in his tone, raising his eyebrows, “Maybe I should punish you for not telling me? You know, this isn’t how good boys act. I know you are a good boy. You know better than that.”

Yep, there it is. Fyodor using Sigma’s praise kink to get him to confess. An unfair move that Sigma still hasn't learned to overcome. He yearned to be a good boy, to receive as much praise as he could, to have the princess treatment all the time. Fyodor was a cruel man for using it against him. A cruel man who Sigma loved more than anything, a man he didn’t want to disappoint or hear straight-up degradation from.

“Yes, okay…fine, I’m sorry,” he looked at Fyodor for a moment before throwing his head back against the pillows and taking Fyodor’s wrist, guiding it to the place where he craves it, “I did have a wet dream… and it was you. Without Nikolai. Was all you… and you were touching m-me, and had me… under you and… thrusting- fuck, it’s enough, don’t make me say more,” he cried out, whined out, moaned out, whatever this desperate sounds were. It's impressive that Fyodor manages to understand those complaints, considering that Sigma mumbles them into his palm or pillow either as fast as he can or stuttering like he forgot his tongue.

Whole work on AO3:

[nugulover69]

Hello! Hope you’re having a great day ✌️

Came to say thank you for your tokupostings, always fun and incredible, definitely storing a lot of stuff in my memory vocabulary salad and some pictures to my phone.

Have nothing substantial to ask but really having “there should more kusakapostings day”. Saw the screens from that Movie I’ll probably not watch and “Kusaka” saying he and Takumi were friends which is a theme sometimes. For some reason. The intricacies of a relationship that are so beautiful and fucking stupid. Tbh I’m always wondering if Takumi hated him as much as fandom says he did, I blacked out whole Faizwatching. Frankly tho, don’t care that much and thinking about this from your reblog instead:

That one promotional series where moe hag Takumi is obsessed with new fish Mari found and Kusaka who just pours water on him… the worst domesticity known to man, incredible actually? And no one will talk about it. Haven’t watched second part so the thought of Kusaka killing new fish Takumi actually likes and then gaslighting him, idk, something something domestic toxic yaoi something something need more funny takusaka jokes in my life

Also I find the fact the person behind Kusaka Evil Rap original song is trans so amazing, the full circle of life

Thank uuuu I like knowing my posting can change someone’s speech irreparably lol

Everyone should be thankful that I’m more of a sentai guy than a rider guy and that Faiz is a bad shitty ass show instead of a good show. If either of these scenarios were the opposite, you’d all unfollow me for yapping abt my ugly-hot cancelled wife too much

I’ll admit my memory of Faiz isn’t the best either bc I binged it in a week while on spring break. My college-fried brain wasn’t in the best condition to try and absorb the utter nonsense that unfolded before my eyes. That and I watched it with the shitty TVN subs bc the better updated subs didn’t exist at that time. Even when I rewatched a bunch of episodes for “finding good clips to make gifs out of for Kusaka Day purposes” (with the better subs too), I still could not tell you the plot. incomprehensible show but it is funny bad for the most part

It’ll never not be weird to me that every subsequent piece of Faiz and Faiz-related media keeps INSISTING that Takumi and Kusaka are besties actually bc ???? no they weren’t? Like okay they warmed up to each other a lil bit by the end of Faiz, Takumi was sad when he found Kusaka’s soot remains after all, but I’d sooner define them as “begrudging allies against the same threat” than “friends”. All of this is def bc Kento Handa and Kohei Murakami are shoot besties irl, sang a gay ass duet of Justiφ's and everything. they willed their incorrect yaoi into existence, fudanshi gods I think

Maaaaaybe I could buy that Takumi thinks of Kusaka as a friend after a lot of time has passed, having matured out of his edgy emo teenager phase. EXCEPT Paradise Regained went “Takumi is still a whiny brooding lil baby even at 40” so fuck my drag ig (these two literally share like 2 minutes of screen time together in PR btw)

Also in PR the fact that KUSAKA is the one saying “oh we were such good friends weh” is even more egregious. This man, had he lived just a lil longer in the og show, was this 🤏 close to inventing a new slur for Takumi. He would NEVER call that bitchass wolf his friend

I didn’t watch the Murder Case two episode bonanza bc Paradise Regained winded me. I just saw someone else post caps of Takumi cooing at a plastic fish and thought “man they just let Inoue do whatever the fuck, he’s truly living the writers dream”

Honestly though I’m up for fully ignoring established canon bc the concept of bitter old married couple Takumi and Kusaka is in fact very funny to me. When Takumi jokes abt the old ball and chain, Kusaka comes up from behind and nails him in the cock with an actual ball and chain. Faiz has always been comedy actually Inoue has been playing 5D chess with us for two decades now

It is so funny how that rap perfectly suited Kusaka, like it wasn’t made for him but it just feels like it was. paper-mario-wiki truly the best to ever do it on this webbed site

[cidandy]

i'm not sure yet if it'll be a chronological cohesive story or more like a one shot book, but i'm kind of leaning closer to the one shot side.

anyways, here is an assortment of girl cider thoughts that i didn't have a better place to put

this is from a discord message i sent that's just some rambling about her...i already posted it in chipcord so if it sounds familiar that's why👍👍👍👍

"when u figure out that ur trans there's always (at least from what i know) this sort of regret that you didn't know sooner or maybe even you wish you never knew & didn't have to put in all the effort that comes with transitioning. & i think that would apply especially to someone who doesn't realize until they're well into adulthood. thinking about girl cider who is canonically someone who ignores her own personal feelings in favor of things outside of herself, like working & building this facade that is presented to the public...i think transitioning would allow her to be more open to learning about who she really is, behind all of the tech business & fake confidence & heavy masking. i think this would make her realize that she hardly understands much about herself & it's definitely intimidating but really sweet to think about as well :^)"

in terms of hrt & stuff i don't think cider would start it right away. not because she doesn't want to, but i think she has the scared of change even if it's good autism. (whaaat i'm not speaking from my own experience of coouurrrse not!!!!!) she'd be hesitant at first & probably start with a pretty low dose just so it won't get overwhelming

when cider starts dressing more femininely, it's pretty rough at the beginning because she's never known much about fashion. she would usually just wear dorky sweaters or button-ups or a stupid graphic t-shirt, but she wants to change that & explore new stuff. dandy is all for this & starts teaching cider how to style all her new clothes in a way that makes her feel pretty :^D

slightly related, but i do think dandy would insist on taking cider on a shopping spree to get her a new wardrobe.

OK I PROMISE THIS ISN'T ALL ABOUT CIDANDY I'M SORRY THIS IS JUST WHO I AM i think dandy would be the type to aggressively correct people who misgender girl cider even if it's just an accident. probably to the point where cider would have to tell him to calm down about it & it's not a big deal, but he still gives people death glares when correcting them.

also girl cider voice hc is helium 51 fem factor 42. i changed it a bit from that doodle.

i think that's all for now

[thatnerdyqueer]

I really should have known I was ace sooner bc when I found out gay sex was a thing i was like.... but why? The only reason people actually do that is so that humans don't die out. Do gay guys have Special Gay Powers that let them get pregnant?

Because to me that was more plausible then sexual attraction existing. So uh.... trans gay guys, congrats on the Special Gay Powers ig

[l3vi4than]

Okay, I’ve had enough of that “men evil” nonsense spilled at me lately so want to share two things here in case someone might find it helpful:

1) never try to reason an “all men must die” person with “not all men”/“but trans men” and other such arguments. The “not all men” is a big meme there and will be actively used against you to dehumanise you to the point of irredeemable man-supporter who “must die as well”

2) as prev said for the most part these people really aren’t feminists in the slightest. They just love to have a “legitimate” reasoning behind their uncontrollable hatred tornadoes. They act from the same point of devouring fear that makes people support other fascist ideologies. You can’t argue with them with reason, only emotion — and their emotions are probably much stronger than you think (which makes it really hard to sustain a conversation)

I am really surprised this hasn’t been said before, but here are also a few advices for the critical thinking part that can help you avoid ill-intended debates and preserve your mental health:

If you notice someone is trying to radicalise you against anything — they are most probably trying to manipulate you, withdraw from the discussion if it makes you uncomfortable until further clarification is given

The vast generalisations are almost always false premises used to justify violent message behind them. Don’t trust generalisations without statistical evidence behind them

The false dichotomy “us vs them” is always a red flag. I beg you, please, “uniting against the common enemy” is the most well known manipulative shit ever, it only leads to dehumanisation of “them”. We’re all humans in the same proportion, nobody is “more human” and there’s no way to make this argument acceptable with fancy words

Another red flag is when the Pavlov’s dog reflex is trained via indirect aggression. “Everyone says that trans women are evil” -> “I too must not support or have compassion to trans women because how can I support something evil???” It is difficult to notice, but pay attention to the phrases structured as “as always some X has done Y”/“another tragedy:…”/“why can’t X just be normal about Y?”/“you only care about X because you’re Y”/“this is different or a special case”/etc — these are rarely mirroring speaker’s opinion, instead they are translating the pattern they’ve appropriated and are now reusing to prove the initial point (like “all men are evil”) The funny example from my recent experience: “all penis-havers are evil and must die; gays don’t count tho they’re built differently” 💀

If you’re curious, I’d recommend reading Amanda Montell’s book “Cultish” — it covers pretty well the language of indoctrination and manipulative gaslighting. She describes how cult leaders hook people into their “beliefs”, but also provides curious examples from politics and culture. It’s really one of the best introductions into the critical thinking without actually being one of those, so I highly recommend

Anyway. As a cis man, im extremely happy to see this post happening. I’m in no position to engage in a discussion here probably, but I just want to say that there are much more (cis) men who support feminist ideas and activism than it is commonly thought there are. And tbh, I think it’s great, the more people are engaging in (real) activism, the sooner our world will become a better place for all of us 💖 baby steps!

Last, but not least, im so heartbroken to find out about transmascs experiencing this “anti men” shit as well (TIL). Because even within the terf logic itself it just doesn’t make any sense, lmao. To me all this “all men are inherently X” sounds exactly the same as “if you’re attracted to buff girls you’re gay” shit 💀 like wtf?! Be strong, my brothers, being pushed into a frame of ridiculous and contradictory expectations is part of “being a man” — which is sad, and you shouldn’t have to deal with this shit (as nobody should), im sorry 🫂

sorry since realizing my gender i have zero tolerance for the whole “man hating” angle of being queer i hate i hate it i hate you. stop. you are hurting people.

[chris-xros]

my ocs from when i was like 11 or 12 are VALID

i based one off myself and made him a guy even before i knew i was a trans guy

[seidenbros]

Hi! I hope you're having a nice day, I was wondering if you were still taking requests?

I’m transmasc and I’m going through a bit of dysphoria this week and i was wondering if you could maybe do a eddie x trans! Reader? It can be smut or just fluff write as you like! :))

Hello love 💖 Believe me, I sat here with big teary eyes when i read that an wanted to give you a hug. And then I went to writing, thinking about how to do this, since it's nothing I have personal experience with, and I wanted to treat this topic with the respect it deserves. So I really hope I'm not stepping on anyone's toes, especially because everyone experiences dysphoria in different ways. So I really hope I didn't fuck this up and you can find some comfort in this one. Word Count: 2163 Pairing: Eddie Munson x Trans!Reader Warnings: angst, fluff, gender dysphoria, crying, soft Eddie💖

Trust

Eddie knows that something is wrong, that something is going on in that pretty head of yours, but he cannot figure out what it is. The last couple of days, you’ve been acting distant, trying to steer clear of him, haven’t let him kiss or even hug you. When he asked you to come over, you always said that you were busy, had some stuff to do, but you might drop by later. Later never happened. Instead, you stayed in your room, alone with your demons, because you didn’t want to put this on Eddie, didn’t want to pull him down with you.

Eddie got to know you as a guy, you even introduced yourself to him with your new name, nervous as fuck, but Eddie simply smiled at you, shaking your hand and welcoming you to the group. After feelings were developing between the two of you, you knew that you had to tell him - and you wanted that as well, but you were still nervous about it. You should have known Eddie well enough at that point to know that he didn’t care. And he didn’t. When you told him, he simply gave you that smile that warmed your whole body from the pit of your stomach and made you all giddy.

“I care about you as a person, doesn’t matter what you are, alright?” He took a step towards you, taking your hands in his and lifting them. “Besides, you could probably knock me out with those hands.” He was exaggerating, you knew that, but it still made you chuckle. “I might just have to step back if you tell me you’re actually a wolf or something.”

“Now you’re being silly,” you chastised him, but it was followed with a chuckle.

“Maybe I am,” he said, pulling you towards him by your hands. His right hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head just enough so he could put his lips on yours. The butterflies you’d felt before, increased to a whole damn zoo inside your belly, when you kissed him back, hands moving over his chest up into his hair, holding him to you.

Yeah, your first kiss with Eddie was actually perfect, nothing like the ones you’d had with other people before. Maybe, because you were finally feeling like yourself, maybe because it was Eddie. Maybe, it was just the combination of everything. Most of all, though, the fact that Eddie liked you just the way you were.

And now you’re trying to remember that, but there’s just this voice inside your head that makes you question everything, and instead of talking to Eddie about it, you’re shutting him out. It’s not fair, you know that, but you don’t want to  lay all that heavy stuff on him. You still want to see him smile, want to see him happy, and not being dragged down right along with you. What you don’t realise is that it’s you who makes him happy, and without you… he’s just miserable.

That’s why he’s on his way to you now. Even though you told him that you were busy, he wants to check up on you, the last couple of days leaving him so worried, that he just has to see for himself that you’re alright. But when he takes one look through your bedroom window and sees you curled up on your bed, he knows that you’ve definitely been bullshitting him.

Eddie sighs, cursing himself that he didn’t check up on you sooner, but he’s here now at least. His right hand comes up to rasp against the glass, eyes firmly on you. Your body twitches for a moment before you lift your head, looking over the window, tears clearly clouding your vision a little. When you stare at him a moment too long, he speaks loud enough for you to hear through the closed window.

“Open up, or do you want me to break in?”

That gets you moving. Your feet hit the floor with a thud, the boxers hang low on your waist, the shirt is one you practically nicked from Eddie so you had his smell in your nose. Your hands come up to brush away the tears before you open the window for him to climb inside.

“That’s what you call being busy?” Eddie says with a grin, trying to lighten the mood, but it’s completely lost on you. God, he immediately feels awful for opening his big mouth.

“Sorry,” you simply mumble, turning around, walking back over to your bed to sit down on the edge. While you didn’t want to have Eddie around in the first place, you can’t deny that you’re glad to see him, to be in his presence, because he always makes you feel better.

“No, don’t be sorry… I’m sorry. I was just trying to be funny or something.” Eddie runs a hand through his hair, making it stand up a little bit. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?” He steps up to you, steps between your legs, reaching out his hand to tilt your face up so he can look at you. But you’re not looking at him, your eyes cast down, suddenly feeling very small.

“I’m okay… it’s nothing.” You shake your head, getting out of his touch, your tongue coming out to wet your lips.

“Don’t bullshit me, please!” Eddie takes a step back again, reaching for the chair to sit down on it, leaving some distance between you, because you’re obviously not comfortable with being this close to him. You usually were, craved his touch even, but right now… “I know that something’s been going on for days, but I thought you’d come to me and tell me when you were ready, but you didn’t. And I’m so fucking worried about you… Please, love, just… talk to me!”

It is the desperation in Eddie’s voice that breaks you heart, makes you look up at him.

“It’s not easy to explain…”

“I’m very patient, you know that.”

“Yeah…” And you do. You do know that he is patient, giving you all the time you need, accepting your limits, when you’re too nervous to take it a step further, even when Eddie is painfully hard in his pants. He always assures you that it’s okay and that he can take care of himself when he’s alone. Because he likes you.

“I’m just… I don’t know. I look in the mirror and don’t really see myself, you know? I see the person I don’t want to be anymore, if that makes sense.” You rub a hand over your face. “The moment my hair gets a little too long, I see that little girl I once was… that I still am. I mean, it’s all still there.” You gesture towards your body, and Eddie slowly understands. He gets up from the chair and kneels down between your legs this time, gently taking your hands in his, giving them a light squeeze.

“You do know that longer hair is also very metal and it’s nothing that indicates femininity, right?” His voice is soft, soothing for your soul, and the smile he gives you, makes you at least a little calmer. Before you can say something, though, Eddie opens his lips again. “But I get that it reminds you of a time long past. I just wish you would have talked to me sooner.”

“It’s not that easy,” you mumble, biting your lip, before you slowly manage to look at him.

“I know, but you don’t have to work through this alone, got it?” He raises your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your palm, before he drops it again. “And just so you know, you’re more of a man than the likes of Jason.” When he notices the expression on your face, he keeps on talking. “I mean it. You’re a better man, most definitely. Come on!”

He gets up, pulling your right along with him, and you nearly topple over, but Eddie catches you.

“What you doing?” You manage to ask, at least not crying anymore, but still sceptical of what Eddie wants to do.

“We’re gonna make you see what I see. You already wearing that…” He gestures towards your chest, which makes you smile and nod. “Good, I thought so. Just wanted to make sure. Then…” He lets go of your hands to walk over to your closet. After some rummaging, he finds the shirt he’s been looking for. Your Hellfire Shirt. The shirt he gave you. Upon your questioning look, he simply says: “I just love seeing this on you!”

And that makes you smile even more. Eddie’s presence is almost enough to make you forget about your troubles, about the dark thoughts looming over you. Eddie walks ahead to the bathroom to give you some privacy to change your shirt. Not that you mind having him around for that, but you still appreciate that he's being so thoughtful right now.

You need a moment, but then you follow him, surprised to see him standing there with scissors in his hand.

“I really don’t know if I like what I’m seeing. Do you know what you’re doing there?”

“Oh come on, don’t you trust me?”

“More than anyone else,” you admit, a coy smile playing on your lips.

“Good.” Eddie leans over to kiss your temple. “Then sit down, we’re gonna cut your hair.”

“Have you done this before?”

“A couple of times. Guess who always cuts Uncle Wayne’s hair?”

“I don’t know if that is reassuring at all…”

“Oh shut up you, or I’ll have to shut you up!”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You feel the tension leave your shoulders more and more when you sit down on the toilet so that Eddie can get to work.

“Ahh there is my y/n!” Eddie’s expression softens, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head. “Cutting first, kisses after.”

“Okay.”

Eddie works in silence - more or less, he’s humming some tune, but neither of you speaks for a while. You only watch your hair float to the floor as he cuts it off. It’s such an intimate moment and you feel so at ease with him that it shocks you a little bit. His hands are gentle when they brush your skin, and once he is done, he looks at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“Ready to look at yourself?”

You hesitate for a moment, because you’ve been avoiding mirrors as much as possible for the last few days, but with Eddie there, you know that you’re safe, that you’ve got someone who will catch you if he has to.

He helps you up and positions you in front of him to look in the mirror. Your hair is a lot shorter than it was before, and while Eddie is right, that the length of your hair is not an indicator for anything, you feel a lot better like this. More like you now, less like the little girl from the photos.

“What do you think?”

“It… looks good!”

“Now, not to toot my own horn or anything, but you look fucking awesome!” Eddie wraps one arm around you to pull you against his chest. “It suits you so well. Oh wait, I nearly forgot!” He lets go of you again immediately and pulls something out of his pocket. With a big smile he places the chain around your neck that has the same plec dangling from it as his own. It’s a matching piece.

“Eds…” you mumble, completely surprised by his gesture.

“Now, don’t start talking about necklaces not fitting your image. Look at me!” He raises your hand and slips one of his rings on your thumb, because they are too big for the other fingers. “Jewellery looks absolutely metal on you. You admire it on me all the time, so… see a bit of that in yourself, okay?” Eddie leans forward to peck your cheek, before he rises to his full height again.

For a moment, you look at your reflection in the mirror, really look at yourself, then at your boyfriend behind you, who’s smiling at you. Slowly you turn around in his arms and before he can say anything, you pull him down towards you so you can kiss his lips. Eddie smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close - and you let him. His hands settle at the small of your back, while your own hands tangle in his hair, trying to pull him even closer.

Eddie eventually breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours.“I love you, always remember that, alright? I love you just the way you are!” He whispers against your lips, kissing you once more, making the I love you too you wanted to say die on your lips, too lost in the kiss. But he knows it anyway.

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[godbirdart]

「 you laughed along, said "it's okay", and learned to hate yourself a little more 」

when i first came out as trans, my friends and i were going through that "all men are trash" phase that a lot of people were going through in the early/mid 2010s. at first i didn't think much about it, shrugged it off. "yeah men are trash. whatever lol". i'd make the joke too. it was common for me to see my friends parroting "all men are trash" on social media. again, i just thought it was for the meme / chuckles. the worst started was when i'd have this ONE thing said to me. "all men are trash, oh but not you! because, well. you know~" wow. just wow. even my girlfriend at the time said this. something about that vibed in all the wrong ways though at the time, i couldn't put my finger on just why.  sooner or later "all men are trash" evolved into "k*ll all men", and i was kind of horrified. sure, they didn't mean it literally. they didn't mean ME. but, what of my transmasc friends? what of the cis guys i knew who were genuinely good people? what made it okay to say that??  naturally, when a joke passes its expiry date, you bring it up. "hey this kinda sucks actually". i was met with "oh so you hate women". "you're not a real feminist". "you're just as bad as the rest of them". damn. people i'd known and cared for flat out dropped me for standing up for myself.  this had turned into a leopards-eating-peoples-faces situation. you shouldn't hang out with leopards if they're eating your friend's faces. no matter what you do to fit in with the leopards, one day, some day, they WILL come for yours. i felt like a husk of a person. a monster for identifying as masculine. maybe what they said was true. maybe i WAS garbage. maybe i should no longer be alive. i never knew the toll this one seemingly harmless joke took on me until it was far too late. i've seen the same thing happen to friends and loved ones. seen them made to feel like monsters solely because of arbitrary things out of their control. gender. ethnicity. even eye colour. the list goes on. even if they joked along and made the jokes themselves, it wasn't okay. i really have to thank my partner for nipping me in the ass every time i crack a joke at my own expense. i do the same for him. he's not allowed to punch down on himself, just as i'm not. we support each other, and that's true love i think.  i dunno. maybe i'm crazy. maybe i'm a madman. but i think we need to stop encouraging this kind of humor and nip it in the ass when we see it. it's not healthy, and only helps perpetuate hate and self loathing; if not towards you then to the others who share that same aspect as you.  i don't care who you are, what gender, ethnicity, whatever... be kind to yourself. love yourself. if you can't tell your friends "hey these jokes kinda hurt actually" because you fear they'll retaliate against you and ridicule you, they might not have ever been your friends to begin with.