#sidebait

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HELLO AND HAPPY FANFIC WRITER’S APPRECIATION DAY!

i was suddenly reminded by @makicarn’s tags on your post of this OTHER set of tags by @makicarn:

#more importantly#quinn#does mrs. fischer also think sam is a harlot

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what a FANTASTIC question.

the short answer is 'no, mrs. fischer does NOT think sam is a harlot.'

but not because her reckless treatment of clothes doesn't fall under 'harlot activities' because boy oh boy it does.

instead, it's simply because mrs. fischer doesn't know sam exists. unlike kara, sam knows what it's like to live out of her car, to rub pennies together, to hustle. things like paying for tailoring, while totally within her tax bracket now, is still something she can't bring herself to do. when ruby was starving, the last thing on sam's mind was getting a patch fixed or a button replaced. which means she's gotten especially good at repairing her own clothes.

even more of a reason is because sam is freaking the heck out that all of her clothes are magically buttonless. she's... hang on let me just:

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"Ruby, if you aren't ready in the next five minutes I am going to toss that phone in a blender and drop its sad remains over the balcony-"

"I'm up, jeez," called Ruby's sluggish voice from behind the door. "Why choose violence so early?"

Sam shoved her toothbrush back in her mouth, a tiny smirk of victory made less effective by the drool of toothpaste on her chin. She traipsed her way into her bedroom then into her private bathroom then further into her walk-in-closet. It was still so much space to get used to.

Toothbrush hanging idly in her mouth, she whipped through hanger after hanger of blouses. Blacks and greys and creams and off-whites... maybe Ruby was right. Maybe her wardrobe did need a splash of color.

Though What it needed now though were less empty hangers.

Which was... odd.

She looked again. The click of hangers rapping against each other faster this time.

Odd.

Again, faster. Her eyes glanced to her hamper.

Odd.

It was overflowing. It was never overflowing.

She huffed and marched over to the nest of clothes. A yank sent an avalanche of fabric to the ground. Sam held up the first garment.

Odd.

The second, third, and fourth were all the same. All missing buttons. All frayed with broken threads. All in a state Sam certainly would have remembered leaving them in.

She did not have time for this today. She had meetings lined up and lunch with Lena and Ruby's recital and... the list was endless.

It didn't matter. It was a problem for later. She dropped the shirts back onto the ground and reached for the closest blouse on the rack. Disgarding her toothbrush and giving her mouth a quick rinse on the way to her bedroom, she didn't think twice about the ease with which the blouse came off the hanger. Or the way it fell open when she dropped it over her head. It only raised a red flag when her fingers grazed the edges of fabric and felt... nothing.

Sam looked down, a breath caught in her throat.

Odd.

So odd that it sent her tearing through her bathroom cupboard, ripping bottles of moisturizers, make-up, and cleaning supplies onto the floor.

"Mom? Mom we're gonna be late-"

"Just a second," she called from the floor, fingers shaking, thread wavering, needle trembling.

A prick. An instinctive hiss. A quick press to her mouth.

She pulled her finger back; examined; scowled.

There wasn't a mark. There wasn't any pain at all.

Odd.

[acixens-rage]

And before you sit there, and lace up your "YOURE A TERF/YOURE A TRANSMED!" Bullshit, I'm neither a terf (See, I am a gay trans man. Call me a terf and get fucking blocked. They arent welcome on this fuckin blog.) Or a transmed, even though the majority of transmeds are fellow dysphoric trans guys.

Yall want being trans to not be medical so fucking bad. But you fail to see what that means. My fucking top surgery, which was originally going to fly as a needed medical thing, is now labeled cosmetic. FUCKING COSMETIC.

Now. This blog doesnt really have a dni other than terfs or pedos.

That's because when it comes to discourse, it makes me feel psychologically and physically sick to my stomach.

While I can say both sides need to like. Reign in your radicals, the tucute/mogai side REALLY need to reign that shit in. The rape threats, sidebaiting, threatening to doxx people, EXCLUSION, etc, that I have seen has been a vast majority from the side who claims to love and accept everyone and how everyone should love themself and embrace your transness.

How can you claim to be a good person still, when you intentionally tell someone they should kill themselves or that they dont deserve love, and that you hope their pets die and they family abandons them?

BUT there are also some mean as fuck transmeds out there who attack THE FUCKIN OTHERKIN COMMUNITY VECAUSE THEY ASSUME WE ARE ALL MOGAI OR TUCUTES. Like, first of all, fuck you. As mentioned earlier I am a dysphoric binary trans guy and you can fuck off.

They will say "Fuck yeah trans rights! And then if a tucute/mogai person who HAS DYSPHORIA decides "You know what would be cute today, even if my dysphoria is bad? That neon skirt. Maybe a fishnet shirt over a neon bra/crop top." That, that person is automatically lying about their dysphoria. Fuck you specifically.

Some transmeds in the case of nonbinary people are very welcoming. There are literally NB transmeds. Some on the other hand think NB is made up, and only used by tumblr 14 year olds who want attention. There are 40 year old NB people, jackass.

So Ive gotten asks and dms accusing me of being a transmed, simply on the fact that I allow transmed interaction. That is a false statement. I allow transmed interaction because uh. Hey, newsflash there are actually transmeds who are otherkin as well. AND EVEN THEN, I SCREEN ANY AND ALL OF MY FOLLOWERS. Terfs and pedos get blocked on sight. Tucutes AND transmeds, I look at the blog. Is it a discourse blog? Yes? I block it for my own safety. Is it not a discourse blog, but still posts about trans discourse they find super important? I dont block. Is it an otherkin blog that says whether they're a transmed or not? Depending on whether or not they are toxic do they get the boot.

So, uh. If you're toxic you get blocked. If you're a decent fucking human being? You get to stay because I believe that all people deserve a space, excluding the terfs and pedos.

IS ANYONE ECEN GOING TO READ THIS FAR? PROLLY NOT. AM I GOING TO LOSE FOLLOWERS AND PROBABLY GET HATE MAIL? YEAH.

Did it need to be said? Yes.

Just saw a reply to a post that said "Who cares about dysphoria? It doesn't matter."

I personally want to say Fuck You.

I care about dysphoria because most days I can't even take a fucking shower. There are days where I will bind for way longer than I should.

There are days where I am mute, because the sound of how feminine my voice sounds makes me want to rip my own fucking throat out.

There are days where I can't leave my bed, because if I do, I'll feel my chest move.

So if you ask "Who cares about dysphoria?" and say it doesn't matter, You are saying that every single trans person with dysphoria doesn't fucking matter.

So take your head out of your ass and realize the privilege you have to be able to say "I don't have dysphoria!" means you should be HELPING and not shaming us.