#sometimes you just gotta draw the dysphoria away

[alilgayavocado]

But consider: Cole is best trans ally

“Guys! Come look at my totally valid and adorable boyfriend!!”

“We see them every day, Cole.”

[nekomas-kuroo]

how you fight

request: hey!! :) i saw that your reqeusts are open and these days have been a little rought for me so i was wondering if you can do hcs of topics/subject/events that kuroo, bokuto, and kageyama ( individually ) and their s/o would argue/ fight over ... i just wanted to see some really down-to-earth imagines :) please make good endings or else i won’t be able to sleep lmaoo have a great day and thank you so so much in advance !!

a/n: something is just really drawing me to this request today,,, ALSO i’m trying out a new format!! let me know if you guys like this better or not

ALSO ALSO, this is mostly gonna be stuff the boys do that cause arguments cause y’all are all unique and i don’t wanna come up with traits you don’t have😊

masterlist

kuroo tetsurou

okay, listen,,, kuroo is the loml,,, but boy’s sassy

he’s a sarcastic little shit and i love him, but i feel like sometimes this might cause problems

like he absolutely knows when to turn it off, but sometimes you don’t always read the room correctly and you might need soft kuroo as opposed to sassy kuroo

he’s definitely gonna be one to really listen to you, and if it does cause an argument it’ll probably only happen like once or twice because once you bring it up, he’ll be super vigilant so it doesn’t happen again

kuroo also isn’t afraid to start shit this is why i love him

i’m kinda thinking of him and yaku or him and daishou

like boy is a little argumentative at times, and sometimes if you two are out you’re like plEASE SIR YOU DON’T NEED TO MAKE THIS POINT WITH A STRANGER

out of these three, he’s the only one i can really see snapping at you if he’s had a bad day, even thought he’ll realize it in a second and 5000% make it up to you

overall he’s extremely observant, especially when it comes to you, so things that would cause arguments early in the relationship tend to fade away, particularly things that are mainly his doing

bokuto koutarou

boy let me tell you i STRUGGLED with our owl over here

bokuto’s just definitely someone who’s gonna be giving 150% to make sure you’re happy constantly

i swear this boy has rejection sensitive dysphoria cause one sign that he’s being criticized or even perceives rejection he’s immediately emo me too bokuto me too

he’s definitely the type of person to keep practicing at something until he perfects it, and gets super upset when he doesn’t

i could see you having to sit him down and tell him that he’s already so good, he doesn’t have to be the best at everything

these are less arguments and more like, daily reminders for his own mental health

while not necessarily an argument, he gets insecure sometimes and you literally have to fight him so he understands that you love him

on a lighter note, you’ve definitely had to argue over random pets he would bring home because he’s absolutely the kind of person to just be like “lOOK Y/N PUPPY!!!” and you’re like bokuto this is the third this week

if anything does come up that causes an argument, bokuto definitely won’t let it rest until he makes things right

kageyama tobio

do i even have to say this one? volleyball 100%

it’s not necessarily a bad fight, but we all know the little blueberry baby puts volleyball over everything else

and while you definitely knew this getting into a relationship with him, it hurts to see kageyama put his own self care to the side just to get that perfect set

he’s honestly shocked that you’re not upset that he spends so much time with volleyball rather than you, but instead you’re more concerned about how he’s doing?

another thing that causes fights is kageyama can sometimes be a little short with you

while he almost NEVER does this, and usually takes it all out on the team beforehand, sometimes he’ll be in a bit of a grumpy mood

again, never really huge fights with him, but you gotta keep him in check cause you always gotta be respectful to your s/o

he’ll immediately apologize for all of these things, esp if it’s something he promised he’d work on, like staying at the gym waaaaay too long

while he may be quiet and stubborn during arguments, he’s always willing to listen to you and work things out

[varietydisco]

Putting the Dog to Sleep

Characters: Arthur Morgan, Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde Rating: Teen and Up Tags: Trans Male Characters, Dutch is literally the only cis person here, References to Dead-names/Dead-naming, but we don’t find out the actual names, Mentions of dysphoria, Trans Love/Acceptance Word count: 2600

Description: Hosea and Dutch pick up a nameless scamp and decide to help give him a proper name. (Namesake: Putting the Dog to Sleep by The Antlers)

Part 4 of the Coming of Age Series

1878

Only Dutch would be foolish enough to take one look at the boy who tried to rob him and then decide to buy him a meal. Any other man might have shot or at least beaten the kid— but no, not Dutch.

Dutch laughed, slapped the kid’s shoulder, and declared that they were going to eat together and talk.

Frankly, Hosea didn’t have much to say to the scamp, nor did Hosea intend to listen to anything he had to say likewise. The kid was filthy— he had hair that might’ve been blond if it weren’t so greasy, and a face pocked with dried mud, blood, dirt, and acne. He looked like he hadn’t seen a bath in days, and smelled like it, too. And by the way he ate, shovelling food into his mouth almost without the care to use a fork, Hosea guessed he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in twice as long.

Dutch didn’t seem to notice any of this. Or if he did, he didn’t care; he watched the kid devour his plate with an almost intrigued and intense look in his eyes. Whatever Dutch was planning, Hosea thought, he wasn’t going to like it.

“So, you’re quite the thief.” Dutch pointed out. His plate of potatoes and meat had gone mostly untouched. He sat forward with his elbows on the table and his fork paused between his hands. “You steal a lot?”

The boy tossed glances between his food and Dutch’s face. He lacked the manners to finish chewing before speaking.

“When I’ve gotta.”

“Of course. Every man has to feed himself.”

Dutch seemed more invested in the boy than his food. Hosea worked his own meal slowly, his gaze lingering on Dutch’s star-struck interest, before moving over to the boy again.

The boy shrugged.

“I guess so.”

“How often do you get caught?”

“Only sometimes.” The boy said. He stabbed a generous piece of meat onto his fork and shoved it into his mouth. “But barely.”

Hosea’s eyes shifted back to Dutch and as he stared at the younger man, he secretly wished he could read minds. Hosea focused hard, dissecting every nod and movement from Dutch, but he couldn’t pull anything out. All Hosea could do was hope that this was another one of Dutch’s fleeting, odd acts of kindness, or maybe he had an ulterior motive to befriending the boy.

Dutch remained oblivious to Hosea’s intense stare. He focused entirely on the boy.

“What’s your name, son?”

The kid’s jaw jumped and then he ground it shut. Hosea practically watched the gears turn in his head before he spat out, “Morgan.”

“Morgan,” Dutch repeated, as though he were testing the word on his tongue. “Do you have a last name?”

“That’s it.” The kid—Morgan, apparently—replied, flat.

Hosea had only been half-listening to this point, mostly focused on Dutch, but he tuned in at that. He paused pushing his potatoes around long enough to cock his brow.

“So, you don’t have a first name?” Hosea pried. “That’s what you’re telling us?”

Morgan turned his head toward Hosea and gave him a mean, dirty look. His lip curled, and his brows furrowed, he straightened out his shoulders and set them back. Considering how underfed and awkward he was, Hosea wasn’t particularly intimidated.

“Got a problem?” Morgan demanded.

“No, I suppose not.” Hosea eventually said. He relinquished his interrogation to Dutch and put his attention back to his meal. It was tasteless as an old boot, just like his company for the evening, but since Dutch was buying, Hosea didn’t have much room to complain.

Dutch spent the next little while grilling the Morgan kid, in a desperate attempt to draw any kind of information out of him, though there was little avail.

At one point, Morgan belched at the table and Dutch laughed, and Hosea knew then that he wouldn’t like how this dinner-date was going to end.

                                                    —30—

They ended up keeping the boy, and as a result staying in that little town a lot longer than they intended. Since Morgan was so worse for wear, ultimately Hosea and Dutch decided that they would stay until Morgan was fit for travel, then they would keep pushing west-ward, find a new town to terrorize, and chase new leads.

The only downside to this, at least to Hosea, was that he was prone to becoming restless. Teaching Morgan to read in their downtime was well enough, but the kid was such a pain in the ass and still so on edge that it was hard to commit to the lessons for any extended period. Usually Morgan was good for an hour or so before he got frustrated at the words or at Hosea or at whatever cruel God decided to cross him that day.

“He’s just a boy,” Dutch explained to Hosea over coffee one morning. “At that age, boys are mean and stupid. It’s all the body change goin’ on.”

There was a certain condescending edge to Dutch’s voice that Hosea didn’t particularly care for— as if he hadn’t grown up with himself and five brothers and wouldn’t know how “boys that age” act. As if his own experiences were somehow different. But Hosea knew that wasn’t true. Dutch just had that tone about him sometimes when he wanted to sound smart.

“Girls go through that, too,” Hosea remarked. “Sometimes worse than the boys.”

Dutch sipped his coffee and arched his brow high. He kind of laughed as he lowered his mug.

“Oh, I’m sure. But what does that have to do with anything? You think Morgan’s a girl?”

“No, not like that at all.” Hosea tapped his finger against his own cup. He quirked his brow. “Not exactly.”

“What are you...” Dutch flicked his eyes over Hosea across him from. He made a motion to Hosea with his finger. “You don’t mean... Like you...?”

Hosea nodded slowly. “Mm-hm.”

Dutch’s voice dropped as if they were discussing a closely guarded secret, and as if Morgan wouldn’t be awake until past daybreak, anyhow.

“How do you figure?”

“It’s just a hunch,” Hosea admitted. He drank another mouthful of coffee, then poured out the remains into the dirt. He set the mug down by the fire as he rose up. “I’m going into town to see what I can find. Maybe it isn’t our business, but if he’s going to be staying with us, it wouldn’t hurt to know his background, at least.”

Hosea didn’t expect to find much; he doubted that a little street urchin and pickpocket would have much of a file, beyond maybe a record of some of the petty crimes he had committed. A quick browse through the town’s archives and a flip through a few yellowing newspapers, however, and Hosea found obituaries for a Beatrice and Lyle Morgan, a couple who was succeeded by only one child.

Hosea didn’t recognize the child’s name but based on the worn-out Wanted photo of the Lyle Morgan, in whom he saw nothing but their Morgan, Hosea could only assume he found exactly what he had come looking for.

Then there was the matter of how to approach it. No matter how much Hosea mulled over it, he couldn’t think of a casual way to bring up the subject to Morgan, not without the boy either going ballistic or being annoyed and confused at the accusation that he was “ever a girl”. Eventually Hosea settled on an approach that maybe wasn’t the kindest, but it was subtle, and it would work.

Dutch, ever nosey and intent on getting in other people’s drama, wanted to know everything that Hosea found as soon as he got back. Hosea still had one foot in his stirrup when Dutch asked in a whisper, “What did you find?” Along with some obvious eye movements and gestures towards Morgan, who was brushing the horses a little ways away.

“Well, I met a woman in town today,” Hosea announced. He continued despite the confusion on Dutch’s face. “I believe her name was...”

And then as he said the name, Hosea watched Morgan’s back jump and tense out of the corner of his eye. Out of instinct, Morgan jerked his head to look over his shoulder.

The expression on his face almost made Hosea feel bad; it was a pathetic sort of look, wrought with a thousand intense emotions of distress and anger. Maybe even with a hint of betrayal.

Hosea didn’t regret a lot, but he almost regretted finding out Morgan’s given name, just because of the look on his face. Later that night, in a hushed conversation amongst themselves, Dutch and Hosea agreed that it was a name best forgotten.

                                                     —30—

“So... Why do you call yourself ‘Morgan’?” Hosea asked one day. He leaned his elbow on their makeshift table, cheek propped up in-palm, as Morgan struggled his way through a children’s novel about a sword in a stone.

Morgan paused and frowned.

“It’s my name, old man.”

“But not your first name.”

Morgan bristled a little. He pinched his brows together and said, accusingly, “You know I don’t use my first name. And you know damn well why. What are you gettin’ at?”

“Oh, calm down,” Hosea said dismissively. “I don’t expect you to use that name. But why don’t you pick something new? Something that’s your own?”

Morgan faltered. Hosea cocked his head as he waited for an answer that likely wasn’t going to come right away.

After a few beats, Morgan dropped his eyes to the book in front of him and admitted, “I never... Thought of it. I don’t know what I’d call myself.”

“Give it some thought. There has to be something.”

Morgan shrugged his shoulders. He stared down at the book as if it held the answers for him.

“I dunno...” Morgan pursed his lips together and pushed his hand through his hair. “How did you... Pick your name?”

“It was my father’s name,” Hosea said. “He wasn’t using it very often anyhow, and I figured that I could give it a better reputation.”

“That sure worked out,” Morgan snorted.

“You’d be surprised. He was a sinner far worse than I am, or so I’ve heard. I only met him a couple times.” Hosea shook his head. “That’s beside the point. You can have any name in the world that you want. A real one, and not just ‘Morgan’. Although if you’d like to be called Morgan Morgan, I suppose I can’t stop you...”

“I dunno where to start. In general.” Morgan said again.

“No ideas at all rattling around that empty head of yours?”

Morgan frowned, and looked like he wanted to say something smart, but ended up just sinking in on himself.

Hosea hummed a second as he pondered, then nodded.

“I’ve an idea. Stay here.”

Morgan watched Hosea get up and leave their workstation. Instead, he crossed their temporary camp to Dutch, who was reading the newspaper in the shade of their tent. Dutch paid Hosea no mind, up until Hosea plucked the paper from his hand and then went back to Morgan without an explanation. Obviously annoyed, based on his cried, “Excuse me,” Dutch jumped up and followed Hosea’s suit.

Morgan watched the whole thing and looked down at the newspaper as it was slapped on the table, covering their novel. Hosea stood by Morgan’s side as he pointed down to the pages.

“Find me the obituary.” Hosea said. “O-b-i-t-u-a-r-y.”

Morgan cocked his brow at Hosea in question, though ultimately, he did as asked. Dutch came up alongside Hosea as Morgan flipped through the pages.

“Tired of fairy tales?” Dutch asked, annoyed still.

“I figured he needed something with a little less substance and a little more bias,” Hosea replied.

Morgan took his time to scan the pages, following headlines with his finger as he read, even softly mumbling to himself. He felt weird and embarrassed having both Hosea and Dutch stare him down so intently while he tried to read, though Morgan refused to have them think less of him. He bumbled through the paper until he found a page on the back with the same title Hosea spelled out. Morgan looked up at the two other men.

“Now what?”

Hosea tapped his finger to the columns. Some of the names had short blurbs under them, though most—the poor people, Hosea assumed—had names and dates only.

“Start reading and find a name you like.”

Morgan stared at Hosea for a moment, his brows furrowed. “I’m no good at readin’ names yet.”

“Well, take your time and sound them out. You’ll recognize most of them from speaking once you get into it.”

Morgan looked between Hosea and Dutch both as if he were going to say something, then dropped his head and started reading under his breath.

Dutch swatted Hosea on the forearm, then crossed his arms over his chest.

“This is a pretty good idea,” Dutch commented.

“Thank you. Sometimes I’m more than just a pretty face.”

The two shared a smile as Morgan kept reading. He read through the James’ and Joseph’s without problem, but stumbled at Sylvester, at which point Hosea helped him out.

“That’s a stupid name,” Morgan mumbled.

“At least he had a first name.” Hosea replied. He tapped the page to encourage Morgan to keep going.

Dutch slid into Hosea’s chair across from Morgan and pursed his lips. He scanned over the names, as well, offering, “You ought to have something that stands out. Why, if you can choose any name you like, it may as well be an interesting one.”

“Such as?” Hosea asked in Morgan’s stead.

Dutch pondered a second, then said decisively, “Something like... Tacitus. Tacitus Morgan.”

Morgan made a face. “Ew.”

“Or Alistar,” Hosea added.

Morgan rolled his eyes. He kept reading under his breath.

Dutch and Hosea grinned at each other as they kept going back and forth.

“Maximus.”

“Quentin.”

“Michelangelo!” For emphasis, Dutch waved his hand.

“I like Arthur,” Morgan finally cut in. Both older men glanced down at the boy. “You know. Like King Arthur. From the book we was readin’.”

Dutch chuckled first.

“King Arthur... Well, you’ll get no awards for modesty, son.”

Morgan’s cheeks flushed as Hosea scoffed.

“Oh, as if Michelangelo was the humblest name you could have thought of.” Hosea clasped his hand on Morgan’s shoulder. “Can you spell ‘Arthur’ off the top of your head?”

Morgan did so flawlessly. Hosea nodded his head, smiling with pride, and clapped Morgan on the shoulder again.

“There you go. We shall dub thee Arthur Morgan,” Hosea said. “With or without the prefix of ‘king’, depending.”

“Arthur’s not bad,” Dutch commented with a drawl. “I think Tacitus would have been more... Interesting. But Arthur’s alright.”

“There’s still time to change your own name if you like it so much,” Morgan—Arthur—tossed back. “Tacitus van der Linde.”

Dutch briefly contemplated it, before shaking his head.

“No, I couldn’t. I’ve got an image to maintain.”

“That’s one way to look at it.” Hosea replied. He squeezed Arthur’s shoulder. “Now, I’d say you ought to finish your lessons... But this is something to be celebrated, I think, this... Leaving the past behind and letting sleeping dogs lie, and whatnot.”

Arthur broke out with a small, genuine grin, which made Hosea smile back. He could feel the pride and happiness inside Arthur at this new development, which was something he hadn’t seen at all since coming to know the boy.

So, Hosea promised himself he would do everything in his power to keep those feelings coming.

[candycryptids]

I got tagged by @allye-cat-draws and I'm intrigued enough to try :0!!!

Rules.

1. Post the Rules. 

2. Answer the questions given to you 

3. Make 11 questions of your own. 

4. Tag 11 people. 

Ok Their questions

 1. Who was your favorite powerpuff girl?

Bruh omg... That's a tough question.. but a bitch loved Bubbles, she was soft and sweet and could talk to animals and was basically??? Goals?? But also Buttercup is a close call for fave cos she was Butch as hell and an utter badass who took no shit. She was just also a dirty girl in one episode and I #couldntRelate

2. What is the weirdest dream you can remember having?

just recently I had a super stressful dream I was staying in a hotel room with two people I knew but not that well apparently, in my dream, and one of them ??? Uh, flung themselves out the window when I wasn't there, and died? And the Roomate was like "well she won't need this anymore" and handed me her room card??? But then we suspected it was actually a Homicide so we were like, gotta go investigate this hotel down the street, and as we were leaving I saw this lady with a floral print shirt on and her black hair up in a messy bun? She's Important later.

We search the other hotel but like, predictably don't find much? I think we were getting our friends because there was more of us when we went back but we saw that same Floral Shirt lady again (in the second hotel as we were leaving)and was weird but unremarkable so we left it alone and then we went back to the first hotel?(saw that floral shirt lady in the first hotel again, btw.) And we couldn't get into it again, because none of us had a keycard. Except my friend snatched my phone and was like "Hold on dunkass I got this" and pulled the room card out of my phone wallet? I don't have a phone wallet??? This is wild. So we open the room and all the furniture is PINK like the lovely set from animal crossing instead of neutral colors like normal hotel rooms. Also it was kinda set up like my classrooms I used to teach toddlers in? With a sink/counter/cabinets set into one wall facing into the square room, idk man. And some of the furniture pieces were clearly missing? There were silhouettes where they should be? Bruh it was weird. And one of my friends was like "Wait, I got it, what else is green and pays the bills???" And as they asked that, a family of three (wife husband little girl age 10) shows up, and is like, "uhhhhh we're supposed to be checking into this room," and we were like oh shit sorry let us just get out of your way, but the little girl kept staring at me? And I tried to go and explain to her what was going on but she kept backing away until she like, sprinted away down the hall and disappeared.

"BRAD BRADSON," by the way, is the answer to that earlier posed question, and we're like, freaking out trying to figure out how to contact the head of B.O.B HR and we see the floral shirt woman again. "hey wait haven't we seen you before?" "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESSSSSSS" and then I woke up. I never got ahold of Brad. It was so stressful.

3. If you could give your past self advice what would it be?

You think these people are your friends and they will do nothing to hurt you ever, but you're wrong. stay far away from the tall boy and your neighbors across the street. Trust me.

4. What about yourself makes you the happiest?

My.. uh..!! This question is tough, uhm.. I think my passion to make other people happy? I love kids? I don't want any but I like to make them feel safe and happy. Life is so scary and cruel..

5. If you were a gym leader in pokemon what type would you pick?

HOLY SHIT UHHH... Ghost??? Yeah! Ghost! I love Drifloon so much

6. What do you like to do if you’re awake at 3am?

Insomnia blogging, online window shopping, "1,000 DEGREE METAL BALL VS." video binging, manic costume/clothes designing/sewing, manic plush designing/sewing, manic mania

7. Have you ever had a crush on a friend and if so did you ever do anything about it?

Lol oh ya for sure but I never do anything about it but kinda just chinhand at them and smile a lot cos I'm Aro/Ace as hell and most of my attraction is aesthetic anyways, I just want to see the people I like be happy and comfortable

8. How willing are you to fight the mcdonalds clown?

I AM the McDonald's clown 😬

9. If sleep was optional, would you stay awake forever or would you still sleep occasionally?

Sometimes I sleep to pass time so I'd probably still sleep like, most of the time, but sometimes not needing to sleep would be an utter blessing tbch. (Insomnia is a nightmare tho)

10. What’s the best song to dance badly to?

Lights by uh, Ellie Goulding. It's a fuckin bop

11. If you could have a parlor trick type power, like changing your eye color, what would it be?

BRUH if I had a parlor trick power I'd totally get like, idk, uh, hair shifting??? The ability to change my hair's color and length at will??? That'd be BALLER

My questions now!

1. What kind of animal would you want as a pet, if like, there was a way to magically meet the requirements and also not have it kill you/die outside of it's usual environment

2. Is there a show/fandom/comic/book/anything like that that helped shape who you are as a person today?

3. Which game systems do you own? (Which is your favorite, and what's your favorite game on it?) (If you don't have any game systems, what's one you'd love to own??)

4. If you've listened to The Adventure Zone, what's your favorite Arc from it? (If you haven't, I recommend it, but what's your favorite podcast or show?)

5. Is there anything physically about yourself you'd like to change? (Either to alleviate dysphoria or just because you, like me, are a monster who'd be much happier with more eyes and more teeth)

6. What's your favorite Pokemon? (Can be more than one! Don't stress friend!) (If you don't have a favorite Pokemon, then Digimon? Or just an Animal?)

7. Do you have a dream cosplay you wish you could execute perfectly?

8. What's one thing you want to do before you die?

9. When you're feeling sad, what's something you do to help feel better?

10. Do you have any hobbies that are sort of unusual/that you'd like to learn? (Like, underwater basket weaving, idk)

11. This is a lot of questions to make up. You made it! Are you proud of yourself?

I tag... @cureaphrodite @plaguemd @zombiesockfuckingloveshomestuck @ulawan5 @indecisivehannahk @emma-kat-mce @lord-darth-tantrum @lonelycrystalgirl @humunanunga uhhh... And anyone else who wants to do this tbch >>