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Got the transmass tree up... I mean the Christmas tree!

[friendlyneighborhooda-ace-imar]

scientist: figures out how to talk to celestial bodies

Scientist: Hi how are you going

???: Good

Scientist: Do celestial bodies have gender

???: sorta, *radio gets scratchy* I’m transmasc

Scientist: how does a celestial body transition

???: no, you misheard me. I’m not transmasc, I’m transmass

Black hole: I want more mass

Give me mass.

Give me mass now.

[max1461]

legendre transfem. you may also find: inertial and gravitational transmass. etc.

trans physicist call that a legendre transform

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Not sure how caught up you are with ladybug fandom. But hawkmoth fixes the broken peacock at some point and later does a unify transmassion with the butterfly and the peacock. What if he didn't fix it but thought he did. And the butterfly was just masking what was happening to him till is was to late and he collapses. Does he die or in a coma or something else all together. That part is up to you.

Hi! Thank you for your patience, waiting for this. Sorry it took so long. I got super busy at work and had like no time to sleep let alone write! Anyway, here you go. Hope you like it.

The day that Hawkmoth died was not a day that was celebrated. It wasn't even really known that he had died. In fact, to the citizens of Paris, it was as though Hawkmoth just vanished from the city completely. One day, all of his attacks just stopped. Ladybug soon announced that the two missing miraculous had been recovered without incident, and the city rejoiced, knowing they were free of Hawkmoth's reign of terror. But they did not know what truly happened. And there was one person in Paris who wasn't celebrating.

It all started after Mayura stopped appearing. Unknown to the citizens of Paris, the peacock miraculous had severely damaged her health and she was unable to wield the miraculous anymore. So Hawkmoth went about repairing the miraculous with the information in his book. When he thought it was fixed, he combined the two miraculous powers and became Shadowmoth. He was so sure that he had repaired the miraculous. But he was very wrong.

Unfortunately for Shadowmoth, there were still small cracks in the peacock miraculous, unseen to him. They were very small so it did not begin to effect his health immediately and the effects weren't so severe at first. And the butterfly miraculous had helped to cover the damage and compensate for his failing health. Shadowmoth didn't notice the problem until it was far too late.

It had started small. Gabriel felt more tired than normal. Nothing extreme, so he just assumed that he hadn't slept well or maybe he was coming down with a cold. Then came the headaches. They would come and go at first, and weren't very painful. But as time went on, they became much more constant and extremely painful. Then the coughing started. A small tickle at first, quickly became coughing fits that would rack his body and go on for several minutes before he could catch his breath.

Gabriel pieced together what had happened, and realized that he was the next victim of the peacock miraculous. But he realized it far too late, when he couldn't even stand anymore, and hadn't been able to use the miraculous in weeks. He was dying. And there was nothing he could do about it. The damage had already been done. His organs were failing and his body was shutting down. Doctors had no idea what was causing it, and had no cure for this unknown ailment. And Gabriel couldn't well tell them that he was Shadowmoth and this was because of the peacock miraculous. Gabriel quickly came to the realization of his imminent death, and had to decide what to do next.

With Natalie gone, staying with family in England while she recovered from her time with the peacock miraculous, she wasn't an option to turn to. So there was only one person left to tell. Adrien. Gabriel called Adrien to his room and explained everything. That he was Shadowmoth, and how the miraculous had caused this illness and how he would soon be gone. As he felt his life ebbing from him, he asked Adrien for one last thing. "Adrien, please, continue this for me. It is a lot to ask, but its the only way to save your mother. It is too late for me, but she is still alive, just in a coma. She stopped using the miraculous before it got this bad, she can still be saved. Please, you have to try and save her."

Adrien was shocked by everything that he had been told. His dad was Shadowmoth? And his mother was alive too? A miraculous had done this to the both of them? With those and a million more questions buzzing around his head, he decided to be honest with his dad, seeing as he couldn't exactly try to take the ring from him now. He told his dad that he was Chat Noir and that maybe Ladybug would help, but he would have to give Adrien the two miraculous first. Gabriel reluctantly agreed, giving Adrien the two miraculous.

Adrien transformed into Chat Noir and called Ladybug. He explained as quickly as he could, what had happened and asked her to meet him at the Agreste mansion. Soon enough, Ladybug was swinging in the window on her yoyo. After giving her the full story, and Gabriel confirmed everything, Ladybug knew what to do. Ladybug should be able to heal damage caused by a miraculous, therefore she should be able to save Emilie without an issue. She first tried to heal Gabriel, but true to his word, he was too far gone and beyond her ability to heal. After apologizing, she left Gabriel and Adrien alone together to say goodbye. She waited outside for Adrien, so they could go save his mother together. After a few moments, Adrien came out of the room, looking very grim. Without anymore words spoken, Ladybug knew. Shadowmoth, Gabriel Agreste, was dead.

Adrien held it together surprisingly well, and they went down into the reliquary that Gabriel had told them about. There they found Emilie, in her glass casket. Ladybug approached the casket and began trying to heal Emilie. This time, the magic worked and Emilie quickly began to improve. Soon she was awake and talking, much to Adrien's joy. It took a while of talking to tell her everything that had happened, and what Gabriel had done. By the end of the day, she knew everything. While she couldn't stand what Gabriel had done as Hawkmoth, she still felt grief over the loss of her husband.

The next day, things moved quickly. Ladybug announced that the miraculous had been recovered without incident. When the police asked what happened to Hawkmoth, she simply told them that he had died. She didn't however reveal his identity. While Gabriel deserved no mercy for what he had done, Gabriel was dead and Adrien and Emilie did not deserve the backlash that would have come had his identity been revealed.

It was also soon announced to the public that Gabriel Agreste had died and Emilie had made a miraculous return. While the city celebrated Hawkmoth's defeat, Gabriel Agreste's funeral was held quietly. When that was done Emilie and Adrien sold the house and left Paris. There were just too many painful memories there. The city of Paris began to heal from the trauma caused by Hawkmoth, never knowing that it was Gabriel Agreste who had terrorized them all these years. And, in a way, it had been Gabriel Agreste that had caused the defeat of Hawkmoth.

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saw someone saying "transmisandry doesn't exist it's just transphobia" idk how to feel about that

isn't this statement based off the assumption that "transmisogyny/transmisandry" is just a spicy mash-up of transphobia and misogyny/misandry - and isn't that wrong? isn't the transphobia trans men face specifically for being trans men often completely different from that faced by trans women? and by that logic, wouldn't transmisandry (although i know that the better term is transandrophobia, but for the sake of this argument),,,, actually exist?

Yeah, that statement relies on one of a few ideas: either that transphobia itself covers every other type of transphobic oppression, and therefore other words don’t add any new meaning or describe anything unique- which also implies that transmisogyny doesn’t exist- or that transmasc people don’t face any unique oppression whatsoever, which denies and erases the lived experiences and material realities of actual transmasculine people.

Either it’s a shitty semantic argument that has no merit for the same reason “transmisogyny doesn’t exist, it’s just transphobia” has no merit; or it’s fully detached from any kind of material reality, and ultimately just silencing transmass.

You’re also absolutely right that the other implication there (depending on context) can be that transmisandry/transandrophobia doesn’t exist because cis misandry doesn’t exist, which also fails to understand “transmisogyny” as anything more than a combination of two Pokemon damage types. It’s a cis-centric way of viewing gender-based oppression, and it doesn’t make any functional sense.

[quinntamsin]

See a difference in a year? Day 367 of my transition and a year has passed. A year since I officially came out as transgender to everyone and declared my path to becoming the girl I've always wanted to be! This last year has not been fun, it's had some serious trials which have put me in seriously depressing spots. I lost two jobs, and then after a lot of work I ended up in a place where people respect me, and where I make people happy. Being a #transwoman is difficult and everyday i'm #misgendered and I have to correct people in a kind way. I'm told to get use to it, to deal with it, and I honestly think I pass really well. The fact I have to correct people still makes me worry my voice is still too masculine. This months of practice and raising my voice. I try hard to ignore it, and be "use to it", but the fact is it doesn't make me feel better. Every time someone call's me a "he" it triggers my dysphoria just a little. Making me feel off and that I'm not the #prettygirl others say I am. It's that wonderful little bug that -never- goes away. Venting aside, transmass, as Caiti has dubbed it was fun. I celebrated my first second birthday with pizza and with my best friends. The last few days hereafter have been a lot of thinking and recharging. I'm honestly drained. #Girlslikeus are always at a level of questioning ourselves and even if #transisbeautiful I genuinely feel ugly inside at times. The 12th was at a moment a horrible day, it got better after therapy and talking to friends, but it was shit to start. Now that I'm taking steps forth I have questions. Will I meet someone who wants me for me? Who can accept help me complete my desire for companionship? Hefty queries right? Then there's my book, can I publish it? A shit ton of things to answer for one lil #transgirl! #transgender #mtf #transisbeautiful #transqueer #lesbian #bisexual (at Mount Vernon, Washington)

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