#your pronouns are valid

[thehauntedmarionnette]

Bkdk incorrect quotes part five; in celebration of chp 412 and endgame QL Izuku canon(?)

Izuku: Cause you're pretty and you're smart, and you're ignoring me so you're obviously my type. Kachann , who was distracted: Hah- what were you saying? Izuku: Perfect. Izuku, throwing their head into Kachann 's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Kachann , lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are. Izuku, sweating: Kachann , there’s something I need to ask you- Kachann : Finally! You’re proposing! Izuku: How’d you know? Kachann : Izuku, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Kachann : I even picked it up once. Kachann : I want to kiss you. Izuku, not paying attention: What? Kachann : I said if you die, I wont miss you. Izuku: I think I'm falling for you. Kachann : Then get up. Kachann : If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap… have fun figuring out which one. Katsuki walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Izuku , I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK. Izuku , sipping coffee happily: I love you too :) Izuku: Wait, but if you're not gay, why're you always kissing me and holding my hand and calling me your boyfriend? Katsuki: It's... satire Izuku: i don't think that what sati-

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

Absolutely every bot character in tfa has tboy swag

I mean. It sure ain't called cisformers.

[neopronoun-user-culture-is]

Neopronouns user + neurogender culture is wanting to add au/auti/autis/autis/autiself and neu/neuro/neuros/neuros/neuroself to your pronouns and have people use them for you in real life. But you’re scared you’ll be accused of faking your autism because no *real* autistic would actually want to associated with their autism to the point that they make it their pronouns. *Real* autistics hide themselves.

Neopronoun user culture

[daily-mizuki-water]

trans rights trans rights trans rights trans rights trans rights trans rights trans rights trans rights trans rights trans rights i love you transgender people youre so awesome

[syntheticpaperd0ll]

love how you can use he pronouns and not be a guy. love how you can use she pronouns and not be a girl. love how you can use they pronouns and still be binary. love pronouns

[panicbones]

genuinely what world are ppl living in where cis folks will start a pronoun circle. ive always been the person to start pronoun circles because nobody else will and this is even in trans friendly spaces

[lethalprincess16]

YOU dye your hair red because you think it looks cool

*I* dye my hair red because 6 months ago I decided I needed a special colour that should define my whole look

We are NOT the same

[ithappensoffstage]

getting my hands on a book I've had reserved since its release only to be so disappointed by it is such a bad way to start off the reading year damn

[tobyig]

also slowly realizing that the part of me that is trying to convince myself im not actually trans is just internalized transphobia.

i didn't really even think abt it until rn but like just because im not dysphoric in crop tops or because i dont have bottom dysphoria does not mean im not trans.

and just because it took me a long time to realize and understand what it meant for me to be not cis doesn't mean im faking being trans.

[camping-with-monsters]

The preposterous Pied Piper makes it’s heinous debut!

With an intimidatingly permanent jolly expression to it’s face and a constant knack for laughing and giggling, it’s no question why this meticulously designed specimen is quick to make others flee! But don’t be deceived by it’s raggedy, silly exterior! For inside this humanoid build is a great multitude of… rats! A seemingly hive mind of an entity, inside of this soft sentient shell is the internal makeup of countless vermin it commands! Like seriously. They’re nothing but rats inside it. It has no other make up inside. It’s just. Rats.

But deep down, this whimsical, giggly entity has a darker origin to it’s motive. That old Mother Goose— yes, the very one after our pregnant protagonist Einin— has piqued this entity’s interest to the max. Joined along a small band of it’s equally sadistic allies, The Pied Piper has set it’s sights for control of that beastly bird with quite the cult-like obsession. Why? Who knows! Perhaps recognized power, or maybe it seeks alliance to carry out more wicked deeds alongside each other? And Einin…? She’s the utmost perfect bait to allow them to get ahold of that creature… if bait means sacrifice, in this case.

It would pull just about any trick in the book to get exactly what it wants. With a trusty smoking pipe along side him that it blows an oddly wispy essence out, it can easily lure in just about whatever it wants if the mind is feeble enough to fall impressionable to the falsified truths they will whisper. To him, nothing dare stand in it’s way of it’s cultivated goal… not even a backstabber.

———

A MASSIVE THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO’S HELPED PUT THIS DESIGN TOGETHER!

HUGE thanks to @menthum-mint who came up with the concept and @gongedtornado for creating the original design concept art!!

And also huge thanks to @shroingushour, @pazam, @aggresively-doesnt-know, and @pizzabits who all helped contribute to design tweaking, ideas, further input, and many more details that helped bring this character to life! I think this is the largest amount of people I've had collaborate with a single character design/concept and l'm so happy that this came out so perfect!! This is seriously one of my favorite designs for the story.

And of course, thank you to everyone else who's been helping with further design and development! Y'all are real ones <3

[synonymroll648]

this is lucas and it sucks that people haven't been using faer swag pronouns. fae should get fae'd more often, i think (if fae decides that the pronouns still fit faer). regardless, i hope fae has a nice pride month :)

fae/faer still fucks, ty for confirming that, sir <3

[cupcakesmoothie]

Listen I'm all for using multiple pronouns, go crazy, it's not up to me to decide how you wanna live your life, but-

If you use different pronouns for the same person, IN THE SAME SENTENCE, I'm going to automatically think it's a different person

"She thought that they said-" sounds like two different people please

[sslushpup]

Cállate Gringo.

Spanish is originally a language made FROM oppression and is why there are also different dialects instead of just one. The letter X is literally incomprehensible in our languages. (I'm sorry but also hasn't almost every fucking language have a fucked up history whomever used it?). I'm for neopronouns but this is fucking inconsiderate regarding Latino individuals such as myself. Also stop speaking English too since it is a colonizer language lol.

[ugly-anarchist]

I don't think you're a trans ally until you accept trans people who don't want to transition. And I don't just mean medically.

I mean trans men who look indistinguishable from cis women and trans women who look indistinguishable from cis men and they're happy like that. Who have no intention of changing their style, presentation, or even pronouns.

Some women don't look like the stereotypical idea of "woman" and it's the same for men. But they're still men and women. I need you to understand that gender has no bearing on appearance and people's comfort in their own bodies is more important than the fictional idea of what manhood and womanhood looks like.

And, yes, some people can't transition due to disability or funds or whatever and they're included in this, yes. But you need to accept people who don't want to either. Who willingly make the choice to not transition in any way because that's how they're the most comfortable.

A trans person who doesn't transition is just as much their gender as anyone else of that same gender. Please get that through your head.

To any trans men who don't want to transition or change their appearance in any way: You're a man. You've always been a man. You will always be a man.

To any trans women who don't want to transition or change their appearance in any way: You're a woman. You've always been a woman. You will always be a woman.

The way your body looks doesn't matter in the slightest, your gender is real and legitimate and valid regardless of any other factors.

[spock-smokes-weed]

I wish cis people could just understand how fucking hard it is to be trans and not tell us to just suck it up.

[saetiate]

itoshi sae x f!reader tags: afab reader with she/her pronouns, jealous!sae, oliver aiku causes drama, oral f!receiving, hand around throat but not really choking wc: 1.6k

There are very few events you go to with Sae, few that he bothers to attend himself at all. It’s the first thing Oliver notices about you, that out of all the partners to his colleagues, you’re the one he’s seen the least of.

The second thing he notices is that even when you’re there, Sae barely speaks a word to you.

He wouldn’t think you minded if he wasn’t really looking. You’re kind and sweet as you make your rounds to the other players and their partners, much better at small talk and remembering things about people (how’s the new dog? Giving you any trouble? A new house! Let me know your address so we can send you a gift.) than Sae has ever been in his experience. But you’re careful to always keep Sae in your line of sight, like you’re always looking to him for something. Approval, or attention, or something that’s sort of like both.

Sae has his back to you, clearly begrudgingly involved in a conversation with Shidou’s arm resting on his shoulder. This is the first thing Oliver makes sure of before he approaches you when you’re alone at the bar.

“It’s been so long,” he comments as he slides in next to you. He makes it sound casual, smiles sweetly, and you respond so easily in turn.

“Aiku-san! It has, hasn’t it?” you immediately perk up at him, and it’s something he can’t help but find quite adoring. You’re quick to ask him about his life, and he lets you play for a bit until he decides he wants to pay it no mind.

“Sae doesn’t really stay with you at these things, does he?”

His voice almost sounds full of pity, it shocks you with how direct it is.

“Ah! Well- we spend a lot of time together, so it makes sense that he wants to spend time with his friends at these things. They’re a crowd! So he’s busy with them, you know?”

You smile nervously, and it’s that little feeling again that gets to Oliver – like you’re waiting for a validating response.

He could give that to you. But you’d have to give him something first.

Oliver taps the rim of his glass, condensation running down. “Mm. And is he busy a lot?”

“I…”

It’s at this moment that you begin to realize how close he is to you. In the hesitation, he cups one side of your face with his hand, your jaw in his palm and his fingers grazing over your cheek. You’re frozen, staring at him in shock. You’ve been Sae’s for so long, when’s the last time anyone has had the nerve to put their hands on you? His hand moves down to your neck-

Sae is quick to replace Oliver’s hand, wrapping his hand around your neck fully, gently and yet without the constraint or tentativeness Oliver had. You can feel the warm of his body behind you as he pulls you in, so close you can smell his cologne.

He’s got his characteristic neutral, nonchalant face on, save for one quirked eyebrow in Oliver's direction. But Oliver knows, he’s seen Sae on the field-

This is Sae when he’s pissed.

 “Happy to have you join us.” Oliver smiles, but this time it’s something a little more wicked. He knew he would come fetch you at some point, but he didn’t think it’d be this fast, that he’d notice this soon.

“You think this is some type of game?” If Sae was a lesser man, the sentence would’ve been spat in Oliver's face. It’s a near thing.

“Ha? Women are never a game.” Oliver pushes his weight off the counter, walks past Sae with a shrug. “Just didn’t think you liked her that much.”

Sae clicks his teeth, looking like he swallowed something unpleasant. He squeezes your neck a little tighter.

“Let’s go. I’m sick of this.”

~

“Sae-san, I-”

“Quiet.”

It’s not said aggressively, not like a command, but he still watches the way you go silent immediately in the elevator down. Even though you want so desperately to say something, to make things right. You are good to him. He knows it too.

“Oliver likes to mess around,” he sighs, one hand rifling through his hair, an air of exasperation. You don’t entirely get it, but it’s as close to it’s not your fault as it gets with him.

It’s in the silence of the car, darkness illuminated only by headlights and traffic lights, that Sae finally allows you to speak.

“Do you think I don’t like you enough?”

Your eyes go wide immediately, your hands waving in front of you. “W-well, it’s not- I know you’re really busy! And you barely go to these events, so you should spend time with your friends.”

You’re too nervous to notice it, but he watches, listens to you with full intent. His finger taps against the steering wheel.

When he parks and gets out the car, you don’t wait for him to open the door for you. Something in that irritates him, makes him frown. He throws his keys into the bowl in the entryway with a jangle, and when you turn around from taking your shoes off, he’s already in your space.

His hands are on your waist, pressing you against the wall. You try to protest but he silences it with his lips on yours, his hands on the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. Your purse falls somewhere on the ground. But you don’t care. You can’t care, because Sae is hot and heavy against your mouth and between your legs. He presses you into the wall further, grips your thighs tighter, holds you up easily with one arm as he wraps one hand around your neck and kisses the remaining exposed skin.

It's only for a moment before his hand moves back down to roam under your dress, pulling your panties down fervently, the way the fabric sticks to your slick already is something he doesn’t fail to notice. Makes him wonder if he really has been neglecting you.

He tucks them in his pocket and then he’s falling to his knees. You think you whisper his name but you can’t tell over the shuffling. Your feet never touch the ground, he lifts you until your legs are resting over his shoulders, holds you up like this. You try to tell him, “Sae, we’re gonna fall,” (he wouldn’t drop you, don’t you know?) but he doesn’t say a single goddamn thing. Just bunches your dress up and presses his mouth to your cunt.

The broken moan you let out is nothing short of song to him. There’s nothing to stabilize you except for grasping his hair in your hands. You’re a little scared, but he doesn’t stop you, doesn’t reprimand you. If anything, he presses deeper into your cunt. Swipes his tongue up from bottom to top. Makes you sob with the way he zig-zags his tongue up your slit all the way to your clit. He’s always like this – a tease, in control. He holds your arousal in his hands and on his tongue and he knows how and when to make you drip, in a way that ensures only he’s able to drink.

It's sickening, the way he makes your mind fog immediately, makes nothing exist but him in this moment. He does it a few more times before he relents. This is meant to be a reward, after all. An apology, maybe. He presses his tongue to your clit and kitten licks a few times. Envelops the bud in his mouth and swipes over and over, grips your plush thighs tight. You don’t know how long he does it because you feel like you can’t breathe, breath coming short, gasps that are like drowning. He watches you through it, your chest rising and falling, your hands shaking in his hair.And then he speeds up and your core tightens and your body comes crashing, first up, and then down. He holds you steady against the wall as you whine, your hot cum drooling into his mouth that he swallows up willingly, tight core finally relieving.

You heave as you come to your senses, nails scratching at the nape of Sae’s hair as he laps your oversensitive cunt, making you jolt. He licks you clean before he lets up, taking a deep breath. He kisses each side of your inner thighs, and then once more on your clit for good measure, smiling as he hears your broken whine once again.

He finally lets up. Holds you tight so you don’t slump to the ground. He kisses you deeply, lets you taste yourself on his tongue, makes out with you until you’re out of air.

Don’t think I don’t like you. He wants to tell you, but instead he wraps you in his arms, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Why don’t you go shower first and get in bed, and I’ll meet you there?” His voice is gentle, actions soft, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

You look up at him doe-eyed. “Don’t you wanna-?”

“Mm. Later. You go first, okay?”

You’re too wobbly and wrung out to protest, so you go when he gently leads you both to the bedroom.

The words get stuck in his throat as he closes the bathroom door for you. I really do love you.  

He hopes you might already know.

author's note: sorry to make oliver a bit of a villain in this LMAO in his head he’s just tryna save you from what looks like a failing relationship! if anything he’s your knight in shining armor <3 too bad that didn’t work out how he wanted it to hm