#tbh this has always been a problem with me

[velvetvexations]

As a nonbinary person my biggest problem with enby has always been the fact that it's not ever felt like a word. It's quite literally just saying nb out loud but written out. It's never felt like a real identifier. For as much as the shitty I'm just a girl jokes or saturdays are for the boys sayings are like. Scuffed and bad. The words actually sound like they fit and flow in the sentences. Saying I'm gonna go hang out with the enbies later doesn't sound like a word. It sounds like I'm saying an abbreviation in place of a word. Because that's what it is at the end of the day. It never stopped being just an abbreviation of nonbinary but longer this time and it kinda pisses me off that it's treated like a really Good word. It isn't infantilising or anything bc tbh. It's not any more or less mature than someone just saying the damn letters out loud, but it sure as fuck lacks any sense of formality. People can say they're an enby all they want but it doesn't feel like an identifier if I called myself one, it feels like a descriptor. I think nonbinary people deserve a word for themselves that isn't just. The term for their identity but shortened and then made long again. Especially considering that we don't exactly refer to men and women as ems and doubleyous do we. It's petty, but it keeps me from liking it all the same. If a term that took absolutely Zero Effort to come up with is something that a Big group of who it was supposed to describe really don't fucking like, I dont think it's that big of a deal to put in a little more legwork to make something different

That's an interesting perspective. I guess every word needs an origin?

Idk maybe it would be easier if we made some distinction between internal/personal gender (how you conceptualize yourself) and external/social gender (how you are gendered and treated by others) cis people and post transition trans people usually have an internal gender and an External gender that somewhat match. Pre transition trans people have mismatched internal and external genders, which can produce dysphoria. I personally don't have much of an internal gender at all, but my external gender is "woman" based on presentation and socialization. When i say "trans women are seen as men" what I actually mean is "non-passing trans women are perceived and treated as men by transphobes, a role which has a very narrow set expectations and requirements in order to fully access its privileges, otherwise they get the same treatment as all queer/"failed" men, which is different from the experiences of people gendered externally as women in a lot of complex ways." there's no universal experience of gender and no such thing as a "real" man or woman, that's what "gender is a social construct" MEANS. But still! Our society treats men/boys different than women/girls. And the way people are treated affects how they behave! It's not misgendering anyone to point out and analyze those differences, it's just sociology and gender theory. It can be trans inclusive if you're not an idiot.

Post-transition trans people still generally risk discovery even if they're completely stealth. Besides that, I think it's too close to saying one is that gender also if we split it between the two, since why would one take precedence over the other when gender is fake either way? Identity is personal and people who tell you you're wrong about your identity are just incorrect, it's really simple.

someone i see often in transmisogyny discourse (not gonna drop the user) liked a post saying "intersexism isn't real and it's transmisogyny to say it is", unliked it and denied it when it was brought up to them, and is now pretending it didn't happen. what do you even do about that

I have no idea who you're talking about, but that's bad, I guess?

The ‘transmasc headcannons are all self indulgent, illogical and antifeminist. but transfem headcannons are all intelectual, narratively complex, feminist praxis’ thing reminds me of the ‘yaoi is all self indulgent, illogical and antifeminist. but yuri is all intelectual, narratively complex, feminist praxis’ thing (idk how common it is in fandoms that aren’t homestuck (cus istg that fucking fandom))

it's so deeply annoying

ngl I've been repeating "fellas, is it transphobic to admit that transphobes are transphobic?" ever since you said it (or at least something close to it? I don't remember if this is a direct quote or paraphrase because I was very tired that day) in one of the ask compilations because it sums up the whole thing so succinctly and also just feels good to say

Sorry about all the assclowns who are so eager to assert their bone-deep conviction that yes it totally is -__-;;

we live in a bad timeline

For the "trans-inclusive" cis girls who still insist "transmascs are BETRAYING WOMANHOOD" -

Riiiight...so, COMPLETELY irrelevant question, but how did you and your friends feel about the weird girl in middle and high school? You know, the anime fan with the punk clothes and dyed hair? Started hanging out more with boys than girls around the middle of the year? You DID extend the "bonds of sisterhood" to her too, didn't you?

No? You called her a traitor and a freak too? Even before she started hanging out more with the boys, you thought she was just being a holier-than-thou snob because she wasn't interested in the topics usually considered "girl talk"?

Yeah, I can't imagine why she would have felt more comfortable with the boys either...truly a mystery...yeah she really did totally betray you...yep...

women throw around "pickme" like it's the worst possible thing to be but most pickmes have a pretty good reason for being pickmes and women who complain about them should do some introspection

I think Androhomophobia is the word for MLMs speaking on their unique oppression!

noted!

"Why do trans men need a special word" why do trans women need a special word 🎤 do you just consider mens experiences the default 🤔

for transfem TRFs: because men is what trans women are transitioning away from so it literally was the default for them and they have a hard time understanding the idea that some people want the thing they don't want and don't want the thing they want

for transmasc TRFs: because of course they want to think they're the alpha dogs society revolves around they're all misogynists

As someone who wasn’t on tumblr when that “kill all transmascs” post was going around, what was that about?

I reeeeally hope there’s some context that I��m missing and it wasn’t just one of those “kill all men” jokes from 2012 with “trans” inserted into it.

Also, it’s really disheartening to see this kind of behavior from people who you would otherwise trust.

if it's older than this past March I wasn't around either but there was a post going around just a couple weeks ago

As a nonbinary person: the entire enby thing could be fixed if we just could have terminology without it being relentlessly mocked.

Some people are going to be uncomfortable with enby because it sounds similar to baby and that can feel infantilizing. Some people will not think it’s infantilizing. Some people will not care. This is normal. I think enban is a good term even if enby wasn’t made to be used similarly to boy and girl. I think more explicitly nonbinary terms are good. I want to have more terms to describe myself. Only having enby is annoying.

Yeah like...not having the infrastructure of entrenched and codified language is difficult.

I think there's a degree to which this sort of thing is "spreading", insofar as I see an uptick in random cis people making flippant transandrophobic jokes and then acting like it's antifeminist to disagree. HOWEVER, I also think the hardcore TRFs' views are escalating over time to the point that when their posts break containment they often sound so obviously fucked up that people who aren't as discourse-poisoned are noticing it, rather than just blindly boosting like "Trans rights, I guess!".

the legacy of trans radical feminism: making cis people a little more transphobic

did that one op imply trans men can all just girlmode like its no big deal and takes no effort. like i do girlmode at work but that entails shaving daily and trying to keep my voice high despite having dropped like two octaves.

i feel like all that saves the façade is that my coworkers have known me since pre-T plus my tits are gigantic

he did imply that!

I think all the transmascs on here talking about how being seen as a girl is a privilege should try being a girl not wearing a bra. Or binding. Just letting them hang out. It's amazing how poorly you'll get treated. Bonus points if you're also obviously autistic and generally GNC at the same time

(On that note I think there should be more of a movement for people with boobs to not have to wear a bra because they are so uncomfortable for me and make me extremely dysphoric and I'm sure I can't be the only one-)

That used to be a feminist thing but it seems like everyone retreated from that issue.

What are your thoughts on the idea that TERFs genuinely do hate men the most and the only reason they specifically target trans women is because they see them as men that are "trying to sneak into womens spaces"? I think it makes sense on the basis that they treat trans women badly but sometimes ally with cis men who also hate us because those men aren't "explicitly trying to trick them"

I mean yeah exactly lol TERFs see trans women as men in the middle of actively doing a misogyny or trying to perform a fetish in front of them

[tociminna]

Pent

This is the first time I've posted a fic in its entirety on Tumblr, so naturally it is ~*dirty*~

Summary: Now that the orb has been temporarily silenced, Gale finds himself in a bit of a dilemma. A man cannot wander the Shadow-Cursed Lands in a constant haze of arousal, can he? No, quite impractical. Possibly unsafe.

He retreats to the privacy of his tent to... address the problem.

(This oneshot takes place between chapters 19-20 of my longfic, The Loom of Fate , but you don't need to have read it for this to be enjoyable. Niamh (mentioned) is my Tav, but I've left her undescribed.)

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 2,539

Pairing(s): Gale/his imagination/a custom Mage Hand 🥵😇

Tags: Masturbation, Fantasizing, Inappropriate Use of Mage Hand, Inappropriate Use of Grease Spell (I think they're completely appropriate uses tbh)

AO3 link: Pent (comments much appreciated!)

Story is under the cut! I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!!

He had walked for the better part of an hour, making several circuits of camp, the graveyard, the inn, with the goal of calming the wayward urges that insisted on rising in him. Scratch had followed, for the first lap, until he realized there would be no throwing of the ball and retired in disgust.

The dog was wiser than he was, Gale thought, returning. The walk had done very little good - the exuberant lovemaking still happening in the little room over the forge could be heard for a considerable distance. The entrance to his tent closed behind him with a faint swish, hardly audible over the crackle of torchlight. Camp, at least, was silent - Karlach was with Dammon in said room over the forge, Halsin was with his patient in the inn, and everyone else was asleep or in reverie.

He dropped to sit on his bedroll, running his hands through his hair, removing the tie that held it back. This was getting ridiculous, he thought, glancing down at the barely visible ripple of light emanating from the orb mark. He had always spent a rather outsized portion of his free time thinking of Niamh, looking at her - perfectly normal for one's romantic interest, he reasoned - but since the orb had been quelled his impulses had become quite absurd.

It was beyond time to do something about it. His plans would take a few days to complete; he would not approach her empty-handed. But he could not walk around in a perpetual fog of lust in the meantime. It was a distraction none of them could afford.

He lay back, head on his arm, his other hand lying on his stomach. There was the obvious route, of course. An old method, tried and true, inelegant, a bit messy, but effective. He had alternatives, as well - there were charms that could soothe desire, or remove it entirely. That… didn't feel right, somehow. At some point in the next few days he would declare himself. He would tell her how he felt, and if she felt the same then they might…

Oh no. They might… but he hadn't. Not since before Mystra, and that had been what, four years ago? Five? He'd be lucky to last thirty seconds, if he didn't fall apart and embarrass himself entirely. No, that would not do. That would not be nearly good enough for Niamh. There was only one way to prevent it.

Gale laughed at himself, under his breath. He'd always been very good at rationalizing the things he wanted to do. And he wanted to do this. For the last year he hadn't even been able to think about it without the threat of death and destruction. It had taken every scrap of magical creativity and willpower he'd had. Now all he had to do was… take the matter in hand, as it were.

He was already half-hard as he moved to undo the laces to his pants. He was slow, deliberate - now that he'd committed to it he had all night, after all. The laces came loose easily, and with a lift of his hips and a brief push he was free. The orb mark glowed steadily, with that strange underwater dimness he’d noticed in the last day or two. It wasn’t bright enough to be seen through his tent; that would have to do.

He found himself nearly trembling as he traced his fingertips between his ribs, down the skin of his side, across a hipbone, slowly getting to know his body again. The hair on his stomach was soft; he followed the trail of it down, to gently encircle his forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock.

He hissed in a breath, and brought that circle up, slowly up, as he hardened, barely making contact with the sensitive skin of his shaft. This was not a grip; it was a guide, and when he reached the head he was fully rigid, cock standing at attention.

It leaked, already, drops beading on the slit. He worked those drops in with his thumb and gasped as a spike of familiar pleasure went through him. 

Too much, too fast. Gale took his hand away, and swiftly removed his clothes. Might as well get fully reacquainted, he figured. The light in the tent was dim, but enough to see by, and suddenly he wondered what Niamh was doing, alone in her tent. Was she asleep? 

He had a sudden vision of her, lying on her bedroll, fully clothed but disheveled and flushed as she worked a hand between her legs, into the half-open front of her pants. What if, he thought, stroking an open palm down his chest, his stomach. His cock stood stiff on its own, angled up toward his navel, bobbing lightly with his heartbeat. 

What if she was as overcome with desire as he was? He knew she felt it - she’d said so, more than once. Sweetheart , she’d called him. Tease . Shameless, he’d called her, delighted with her lack of inhibition. His hand wandered, past his hip. What if she tore those pants off in her frustration, ran her hands down her waist, her thighs… he stifled a moan as he pictured her spreading her legs, sliding her fingers inside herself, visibly glistening with the evidence of her arousal.

His hand moved, both hands, now moving up and down his own thighs. What if she took that lovely wetness and slid her fingers over her clit, he wondered, and gently cupped his balls in one hand. A low moan escaped him at this and he clapped his free hand over his mouth.

Quiet, you ass, he thought. He'd spent years living in a dormitory. He could do this silently if he had to. Had done many times. 

Gale closed his eyes and gave himself to visions of her. He rolled his balls lightly in his palm - gods it felt good, it felt incredible - and ran the fingers of his other hand up his shaft, finally taking his erection in a firm grip.

He stroked, slow, as he thought of her, thought of how she might bite her lip in pleasure, thought of how she would raise those lovely hips to meet her hands, both hands now. The mark brightened, dimmed, brightened again, following the rhythm of his accelerating pulse.

He stroked faster, panting a little, wondering what sounds she would make. Wondering what sounds might he pull from her with his hands and his tongue and his cock - and in no time he was pumping in earnest, rocking his hips as he fucked his hand. He should slow down, he should, this was too fast, but gods it felt good. Too soon, almost immediately, a white curtain fell over his vision and he came, the spasms nearly folding him in half. He propped himself on an elbow, gasping ragged breaths as his spend shot freely, painting his chest and stomach and the bedroll. 

Gale fell onto his back, breathless and a little disappointed. He dragged his fingers through the come on his chest - goodness, but there was a lot of it - before vanishing it with a gesture. That had been far too quick. He supposed it was to be expected, after more than a year of enforced abstinence. 

His thoughts wandered again… would she finish too soon, as well? She had not been constrained as he had. Gale felt a grin spreading across his face as he thought of her in the last month or so, in her tent in the Underdark, suppressing moans of pleasure as she touched herself and thought of him.

If she had done so she'd been very quiet about it - he was a light sleeper, since the orb. But it was a pleasant fantasy, to be sure, and he followed the thread of it for several sweetly enticing minutes until he found himself stirring again.

He had not been quite sure he'd get a second pass at this so soon - he was not a young man, not any longer. But it had been a long time, and gods did he want her. He couldn't remember ever being this consumed by desire, with any other partner. She was different - the way he felt about her was different - and it added a depth and savor to every thought, every moment.

This time he did mean to make it last, at least for longer than a few minutes. He concentrated for a moment, entwining a pair of disparate spells, compressing here and extending there, and… there it was.

A Mage Hand hovered over his thigh, barely visible. He'd found while developing this spell that a glowing spectral hand was not much of a mood enhancer, at least not for him. Thankfully he'd recovered enough of his talents to make this work again.

Gale relaxed, fully, throwing an arm behind his head. He meant to enjoy this, to recover some stamina, to remember what it was like to have a body that was a pleasure to live in. The mage hand stroked his thigh, gripping lightly, and he eased his legs apart enough to give it some access.

It was tempting to throw caution to the wind and let the hand take him in every possible way. It had been an even longer time since he had received, outside the Weave, and he had always loved it. He imagined the hand opening him up, slipping inside him, stroking and working against that hidden sweet spot - best not. That would stretch even his ability to keep quiet. 

Instead, the hand stroked him softly from knee to hip, alternating legs, until he was fully hard again. It avoided his cock, still, for the moment, squeezing the meat of his inner thigh, brushing lightly against his balls so that he arched slightly. It teased, played, and he closed his eyes and thought of Niamh again.

She was kneeling next to him, now, naked and splendid with her hair down, her eyes wide with arousal and her lips sweetly parted around the syllable of his name. It was her hand that touched him - her hand that stroked and petted, her hand that wandered over the planes of his chest and stomach, her hand that finally closed around his achingly hard length.

This hand was a special one. He'd designed it to self-lubricate, and it did now, a warm welling of oil that let the hand slide perfectly up and down his shaft. His mouth opened in a silent moan as the heat of it took over his senses, calling an answering fire from within.

His eyes were still closed. It was her hand that glided so smoothly… wait, no, even better - not her hand. In his mind's eye now she rode him, those plush, muscled thighs flush against him, the perfect curve of her hips rolling as she slowly lifted herself and sank again onto his hard cock.

“Oh gods,” he whispered, falling into the fantasy, the hand working, shifting its grip to match the images in his mind. She rocked against him a little faster now, almost too tight, so incredibly wet. Rivulets of warm oil pooled, his balls and the hair on his stomach damp with it, and he put a hand over his mouth again to catch the groan rumbling out of his throat.

If only he could feel the weight of her on him, feel the heat of her skin, see the little frown of concentration on her face as she rode him. Oh, if only he could hear her, put his hands on her, put his mouth on her… the hand sped in its strokes, audible now with a faint squelching sound, incredibly lewd for how quiet it was.

His breath was coming in irregular gasps as the hand worked, varying its grip, tight at the base and a looser, swirling pull at the head. His hips were moving now of their own volition and he let go a helpless whimper at the thought of her sitting on his face while the hand pumped his cock, imagining her luscious scent and taste as he licked her until she begged for release.

He was close now, close, hands clutching the fabric of the bedroll as his hips bucked, the hand motionless now as he thrust upward into it. A coil of heat wound itself inside him, little shocks of intense pleasure coursing down every nerve to feed the tension until he thought he might snap with it.

The coil wound in him, tighter, as he thought of tasting her, his beard soaked as she ground against his tongue and his chin, as her thighs tensed around his face and she called his name, hips convulsing.

The coil snapped and he came, his back arching entirely off the bedroll, letting loose a sharp cry as he spilled into the hand’s pistoning grasp. He managed to muffle any further sound into his closed fist as the hand slowed its strokes, grip still firm, easing him through the deep shudders of his aftershocks.

A moment later and he sank back into the ground, breathing heavily, dismissing the hand. The chill in the air reasserted itself, stealing the heat of his body through the light sheen of sweat that covered him.

Well. That had been… educational, he thought, cleaning the mess and pulling his sleep clothes on. The stamina improvement had been quite satisfactory; if time allowed he’d have to continue, to stay in practice.

He laughed at himself again, at this transparent attempt at justification. It had felt good, so good, in a way that probably had much to do with his year-long deprivation. It was natural to want to do it again. 

Gale rolled onto his side, pulling the covers with him, thinking. It had been more than a year, if he thought purely in terms of the physical. During his time with Mystra he had forsworn all corporeal forms of sex, including any self-satisfaction. She had not preferred it and therefore it was not preferable - or that was what he’d told himself. 

It could not be that way with Niamh. He would give her all he had - in the Weave or out of it - body, mind and soul, if only she would take it. A tremor of uncertainty went through him. If only she would take it.

Another tremor, deeper, of self-doubt, as he wondered whether it was right to even try. He didn't want to leave her, to leave any of them, but if he had to… would he be the author of unnecessary pain, by drawing closer to her before dying? The thought of hurting her was painful, nearly intolerable.

He remembered what Karlach had said: have you asked her what she wants? It had been a straightforward bit of insight, upending all his useless speculation and rationalizing, all his attempts to anticipate every possible outcome. Moreover, it had been correct. He would abide by his original intention and ask.

Sleep passed by his tent for the next several hours, ignored, as he thought and planned and prepared. It had to be right for her. It had to be perfect. He could not give her less. 

[quibbs126]

I swear, it’s always “start a new game” with me and never “finish the game you’ve already started”

Today it’s Sword for the millionth time because I’ve never actually beaten the game or gotten particularly far in it, and I realize I’m severely out of my depth when it comes to Gens 8 and 9 because I barely played those games

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel bad for neglecting Hazel so much, I do have many thoughts about her.. and also a mermaid au that im probably not going to do anything with

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

It's missing my father hours rn so imma just dump a bunch of pictures here and cry

( sorry i don't know the source of anything I just had them on my phone)

(also dont read the tags i just need to let it out lol)

[danothan]

tough pill i have to swallow is realizing that “getting better” doesn’t mean “getting to do more things,” getting better for me means taking better initiative in protecting myself. and THAT means making sure i do LESS things

[autistic-beshelar]

ah yes dungeon meshi, the manga where an autistic man gets repeatedly bullied by people he thinks are his friends and not a single person supports him

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

I've been looking for this one au where Len basically becomes a mad scientist and turns his friends into robots one by one for a while now, and I'm beginning to realize that I just read through your blog while half asleep a few months back and mixed together my memories of your flower hivemind and composite au

this is very funny to me. i'm absolutely honored this blog's posts were enough to evil-farming-game an entire vocaloid au into your memories 😂

i can give you this doodle; it's composite au but i'm sure it'd fit very well with this theoretical mad scientist len au lololl

[catchmewjsn]

i want to wish everyone the best time these left 2024 days, hope you had a good time during Christmas/Holidays and that you have a really really the best 2025 🩷

[tariah23]

Last night, my boss called me out of the blue (he’s never done that before. It was like, almost 9pm and my sister and I were out eating at a restaurant in Chinatown. Well, we’d just left tbh.) asking if I was “coming in today?” And if “I need my hours,” like man, what? And tried to joke about the times where I’d text him to ask if I should still come in because the weather is bad and I can’t work the pool if it’s raining. They literally know this. I’ve been sent home because of the rain at least 5 times now, bro, stop playing with me. He said some shit like “you aren’t just doing that as an excuse to call off, right hahah?” And I just feel like that since they want to fire me, he’s trying to come up with an excuse to do so. He tried to take a jab at me asking by about the weather as an excuse to go into possibly “calling off too much,” even though I’ve never missed a day of work since starting this location. The only days I’ve missed are the days where they’d send me home because of the rain and that one weekend because I was gone for vacation, so they can’t use my attendance at all. I’m late sometimes (only because I’m tired of this place, man. I’m so unmotivated but I need the money orz. The good thing is that the leasing agents and those in higher positions aren’t there on the weekends. Only maintenance and the concierges and they don’t give a shit. I doubt they’d tell on me about being late since most of the concierges hate it there, too. They could gaf.) but my boss sounded like he was trying to see if I was going to coming in today (why wouldn’t I? I’ve been working the weekend for weeks now, what are you talking about 🗿…) so that he could try to have someone new work the pool to give them a chance to get used to it so that they could push me out/ fire me. Jokes on them, I might just call up my main boss on Monday and tell her that I’d like a new assignment because the work place has become hostile and it is now, making me feel uncomfortable.)

[amplexadversary]

I usually find epistolary works really frustrating to read for a variety of reasons, but I have finally signed up for Dracula Daily in hopes that the pseudo-roleplay element makes the format less irritating to me.

[mainfaggot]

how do you cut someone off

[shsl-analyzer-guy]

the length of the Junkonalysis just increased again

[moe-broey]

GIRL......................... suspension of disbelief I know but.

Obviously you can pick out a BUNCH of the dragons as that Is an ongoing trope (dragons aging differently than humans, so they can look younger than they "actually are") (also while I did try to avoid including them to make them more comparable to Nino, I think Flayn can fit in either category for the purposes of The Context -- esp cause her dragon blood is meant to be secret)

Not only do we have Heroes skewing younger (a lot fitting into another trope of What If There Was A Baby Sister) we also have Baby Banner. Where the whole point is they are baby.

LIKE....... maybe I'm speaking way too soon and maybe the whole point IS this will backfire LMFAO, but it IS absurd to be presented with her art (which, def still looks youthful!) and having her say yeah I can pass as a kidnapped child. Which COULD be true! But also what do you mean no one is going to know you're a part of the Heroes. Why is no one fighting her on this. Not even including the dragons there are like a handful of Heroes who fit into her exact vibe. Some even MORE baby than her.

[chatonmagique]

I'm discussing neurodiversity with a friend and she actually suspects she has adhd. I might have all the experience of adhd but who am I to judge right? But the thing is.. she has such strong qualities in area's that are challenging for people with adhd. And I feel like her definition of disorder because she is so balanced and organized in everything she does is on a whole different level. Like she is used to following through in her calculated choices and sticks to her habits more then almost any person I've known and it really sticks out to her when she doesn't. And her definition of I might have adhd is "I've always been dreamy and get distracted by my own thoughts when I'm supposed to be paying attention when someone is talking" Which IS a hallmark of adhd. But I can't feel help but feel.. misunderstood? Because I feel like she underestimates what it means to actually live with adhd. And it's such a fundamental aspects of my life that I know she'd be damn good in masking and overcompensating most adhd symptoms if she had it. I feel a little stupid for letting me bother it, but it still does? Maybe more because she is a close friend of mine.

[abyssalreds]

gege needs to retire his character death note and hand it off to asagiri i swear 😭