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samijami · 11 months

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Know what? Imma speak out about something rq

With how many people I see who use they/them and/or binary pronouns next to neopronouns, there is an equal, if not moreso amount of people not using or disrespecting that person's neos.

I would know. Whether or not people intend to -- nobody uses my neos. When I actually prefer them over my other pronouns.

'Then why'd you put your most preferred pronouns, vi/vir, and the other neos, at the end of your pronouns list? And why do you not say those are your pronouns in real life?'

I put them on the end because I used to prioritize vi/vir in the front, but it simply confused people. Plus, I don't want people to feel obligated to use my neos if they do not know how to use them. Most people looked at 'vi/they/he' and just used 'they' anyways. People usually only use they! Nobody uses my other pronouns, because 'they' is in the front of my pronouns list. My real life friends only use 'he' because I introduced my pronouns as 'they or he', and we have a transgender friend and he uses 'he/him', so they use that on me to avoid confusion apparently.

And the reason I never say my neos in real life is because I'm afraid. I can simply mention vi/vir on RecRoom and get brutally harassed until they kick me from the server, (infront of my friend, who happens to be the first trans person on RecRoom! And she has even admitted to me she almost wanted to use neopronouns at one point and she respects them), even though I'm a well-known creator and club leader on that game, (I run the official Security Breach Club on the front page of a FNaF club search), all because of my pronouns. People on that game refused to acknowledge they were legitimate pronouns, some even called the pronouns 'fake' and said I was transphobic for using the pronouns.

What would happen in real life? In a school filled with people who fucking hate me anyways? Would it make the very few people who respect me, lose that respect? Would they hate me; would they think I'm nothing but a faker asshole aswell?

Why can't the only place I'm able to use these pronouns comfortably, be the place where people respect them?

And for the record, some people only use neos, and I have seen that on the RecRoom game too! I've respected their pronouns and they nearly fucking exploded. Most people just use they/them on these people, which is not the pronouns they want used and they make that clear. Only use they/them if you don't know their pronouns, not in a deliberate fashion to disrespect them! That's not why we use gender neutral pronouns in the first place!

Please, if someone has xe/hir pronouns, use hir pronouns. If someone uses they/it/zir pronouns, be respectful to them, and make its day by saying one word, one damn thing, to show people that you respect zir pronouns -- and you will die on that hill. If someone uses she/they pronouns, use her pronouns, and show them you care!

And in my case, if I use they/he/vi/zie/fae pronouns, use them. You don't have to use all, I don't want to pressure people, but please..don't just use one. Vi/vir are the pronouns I really love here, they were my first neos. Only 3 people have ever used them in the few years I've used them, and they majorly fucked up. But you know what? I almost cried. Why?

Because they tried to use my correct pronouns and respect me.

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whysojiminimnida · 2 years

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so let's out jhope as bisexual?? your insider info is just as bad as the stalkers bts have. totally inappropriate. but you're just a small tumblr blog why should it matter? it 100% does. there is something wrong with you. it's not your place to be giving this info to anyone unless you are an attention seeker. Dont read your blog right if you don't like it?? shame on you really. it's nobody's place to out anyone elses sexuality EVER.

Oh my Lord, Frances. Calm DOWN. I mean the man literally did this back in July in front of how many people? Are you even aware of Equal Sign?

I can't win with some of y'all and yet here you are to school me regardless. Which I would appreciate had I not my own Korean gay couple to explain things, had I not been intimately involved with the unstr8 community since before your birth most likely, had I not lost friends to AIDS when that was still a thing. And since I'm feeling generous I'mma school your sensitive ass right back so since you're here just have several seats and pay attention. SCHOOL IS IN SESSION.

"Somebody I know says he is openly bisexual" is EXACTLY THE SAME THING AS "someone I know says he's straight" WITH ONE DIFFERENCE. That difference is negligible in much of the world but in some places I will readily agree that it's not. Korea is one of those places. That's a dude on that bed, btw. In case you were unclear about the message.

We all knew Hobi was bi back then. You did too, don't lie because your white horse got a cramp. Give the crusade a lil rest and let's ride right along. See, in Korea it is one thing to BE part of the alphabet mafia. It is another thing entirely to SAY it. Out loud. And you are correct that in those exact words, Hobi has never verbatim-ly said it. But honestly, you're coming off with a lot of internalized biphobia or a serious denial issue if you can't extrapolate the message from the above imagery alone, much less his lyrics. To his own music. Which he released publicly and has performed in front of, what, a hundred thousand people or so? Live? Plus it's right there on Hulu and Youtube if you're concerned about his level of visibility. Of course he also did this:

And I don't know about you but for me it's a little harder to ignore the specificity of the color arrangement of those gloves in light of his performance. But see here's the thing, he's never really hidden his bisexuality from us. Very much like other unstr8 BTS members, he has openly chosen to use inclusive pronouns in his music. He has worn many, many items - far too many to list here - in support of inclusivity, knowing well that some, even most people would see support as personal identification. He has smilingly played the court jester knowing that some people would ignore him, some would validate him, and some would use him to virtue-signal as a cover for their own dis-ease.

To ignore that is to ignore the totality of Jung Hoseok as a person and is far more disrespectful, in my own admittedly tiny corner of the internet. You do you, if it makes you feel better. I just can't magine any straight man filming entire videos in a Gucci pride flag sweater without a certain amount of personal input.

Not to point out the obvious but also, would a straight guy really voluntarily share a room with Park Jimin for YEARS?

On PURPOSE?

I mean we all know Jungkook was literally sleeping with Jimin in that bed on the left, we have the receipts and admissions, ain't nobody honestly and truly confused at this point. Again, it's a matter of degrees of difference, but in Hobi's case it's a pretty big degree. Being a single bi dude who also DOES IN FACT like and date women is a very far cry, Korean-militarily-speaking, from being a committed gay couple. It's not even in the same realm, honestly, and that whole military question is a hot mess I'm not going to deal with here. But I knew you were thinking about it so I thought I'd mention it.

Irene ain't care, bro. She's out there hitting the rainbow and fire emojis every damn time he posts. And if you need to take a deep breath and have another look at why you're so bothered that people around Hobi don't hide who he is, maybe go on and do that. Because his friends know him better than we do, okay. And they love him, as do (hopefully) we all. I do. And if I thought for one instant that my saying he is openly bi would hurt him, I would never. I run a "Jeon-Parks are gay/fucking/married in all but name" blog, for heaven's sake. I really don't think anyone expects me to be saying anything other than the blatantly obvious. If that suuuuuper hurts your feelings and makes you angry, please feel free to locate your nearest J-Hope "Under The Rainbow" photo and use it to vacate the premises.

There it is!

I did not out this man. He outs himself without my help.

#there's always a hobi #bisexual king #i'd say thanks anon but i'm getting salty #so i appreciate your input kinda but that's as far as i go

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raindrops666 · 1 year

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Can you please write Masked lords x fem!reader ?

Masked Lords of Alagadda x fem! Reader. pt 1?

Pronouns use for the Lord's : he/him/his

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A human, a mortal, arriving to Alagadda did not happen so often.

The first day you were in Alagadda nobody seemed to tell that you are human. On the second day a citizen who had seen you drop a piece of paper accidentally, went and picked it up and gave it to you. He spoke a language you seemed to never have heard before. Obviously you couldn't respond and he figured out you could not speak the language.

The only people who can't speak Alagaddian are outsiders. The man left after the awkward encounter and told all the people that he knew.

Rubedo the red Lord was very popular in the bars and no surprise he had herd the news of the outsider.

Before telling anyone he went and searched for you.

What he did not expect was your beauty, beautiful plum lips that were colored in red, probably lipstick, the way your mask covered the top of your face and made you look beautiful, your hair laying on your head and decorating your face.

Despite your beauty and his free personality he was still a Lord so he had to capture you and bring you to the palace.

At the palace, two masked guards were holding you, so you would not run away. You look at where you are, seems to be a throne room. You were correct there was a throne in the middle of the room and a top of it sat a being that looked like a dead corpse, it's face was covered with a veil. Looking at his body you could not help but imagine the horror that lies behind his veil.

Ugh, you didn't even want to imagine it. On the side of the room stood three masked men. One in yellow, one in red and one is white. They were all extremely tall.

Who were they?

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the red one spoke.

"Your majesty, I regret to inform you that this outsider was found in your city" he said.

The king spoke in what seemed to be an odd language and the man in red nodded.

"I think that is perfect, your majesty" the man dresses in red said.

In a moment the guards were taking you some where in a not so gentle manner.

"Hey! Wait, where are you taking me" you yelled trying to get out of the guards arms but you were too weak.

You were taken down to what seemed to be a basement and thrown into a prison cell.

"Hey! Let me out" you screamed at the guards but they completely ignored you.

After some time, the man dresses in white that was in the throne room came into the basement and sat on a chair in front of the cell.

"What are you doing here, mortal" he had asked.

"Let me out! " you yelled at the man.

"Answer my questions and we'll consider that " he said clearly not amazed by your behavior.

" I was out with my friends and they told me about a "cursed" door that led into another world and the ritual on how to open it" you stated telling.

" I told them that the door was sjust a legend and not real, so they dared me to do the ritual and I did unknowing that it was real. I'm sorry, I would have left but the door disappeared the moment I got in" you pledged.

The man in white nodded. " I understand" he said and left the room.

You called out after him but nothing.

After what felt like hours he came back with the guards and let you out.

"Follow me" he said and stated walking. He stopped and said " oh and, if you try anything stupid you will be executed immediately, so I don't recommend it"

You decided to follow him quietly as to keep your life.

You two ended up in what seemed to be a living room. On the big Victorian style couch sat the two other men from the throne room, red and yellow.

"Sit down" the man in white said and offered you a seat on the couch across from the one the men sat on.

You obeyed.

"I'm Albedo". said the man in white. "That is Citrinitas" he said he continued pointing at the yellow man "and finally that is Rubedo" he finished pointing to the man in red, who gave you a small wave.

" We are the Lord's of this city, we understand your trouble and wish to help you exit the city" he proclaimed.

"Why are you helping me? " you questioned the white man who was now known to you as Albedo.

"Because we want you out of the city as much as you want out" he explained.

"The time the citizens realized you were an outsider they freaked out" said Rubedo.

You have a slight nod.

You had to trust these men. You had no other choice.

"Alright, I trust you" you said.

"Wonderful! " Rubedo spoke out loud.

Thank you so much for this request it was so fun to write and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

" This maid, will show you to the room that you will be staying in, so follow her" Albedo said pointing to a lady wearing a volto mask and maid clothes.

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A/N : Ahhhhh, im not used to writing stories this long so I will leave it here, let me know if you want a part 2, and I'll have it out as soon as possible.

Thank you so much for requesting this it was so fun to write and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

#scp fandom #scp shitposting #scp foundation #alagadda #art #black lord #red lord #white lord #yellow lord #scp headcanons #scp x reader #scp 2264 #rubedo alagadda #citrinitas alagadda #the city of alagadda #albedo scp #lord rubedo #lord Citrinitas #x reader

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meraki-yao · 3 months

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You don't have to post it if you don't want to, you can also block me or delete it's ok, I just need to vent because this situation is hitting rock bottom and I can't stand how people don't want to see the problem:

In short: there is a video of the q&a where the female producer gets Casey pronouns wrong when talking about them. It's totally ok to point this out and give respect that Casey deserves BUT who was given the main blame? Taylor obviously, despite him also using the right pronouns during the panel, is guilty of not correcting the woman in front of everyone so he's bad again.

But this time we're not talking about that handful of idiot Nick fans, we're talking about the rwrb fandom that says they love him so much but once again for the umpteenth time they threw him under the bus without thinking twice even though he had no fault. And it will be the third time that the same fandom has exaggerated something against him, subsequently causing serious problems ( like racism and homophobia and doxxing which took place in december where everyone then washed their hands of it pretending nothing happened and they did nothing wrong)

And I'm so tired of reading that we just have to ignore that social because that social is the most active and followed and we know Taylor a few days ago saw stuff and posted and today Casey saw and posted a story. That social causes damage and everything they bring there is seen and affects all of them. So no it's not enough to ignore and put our hands over our eyes and just talk about how beautiful the sky is and I'm so tired and sad and heartbroken because every day even unconsciously they make it more and more evident that there isn't the same affection and respect for both, it's not true, one will always be seen with a critical eye "yes you are beautiful, perfect, so sexy, wow how beautiful these photos BUT you are a bit problematic, BUT you should be better than that, BUT you should learn better, oh disappointed but not surprised" and it is obviously always the poc man who has to be better who has to do better even when he does absolutely nothing wrong.

And this comes from the people who say they follow him and love him. It's no longer possible, that man has been attacked every single day for months, now he must also fall into the transphobic category because he didn't correct another person in front of everyone even though HE had used the right pronouns. But do we realize that this shit fucks up your mental health in the long run? But why doesn't anyone realize how serious the situation is? I cannot take it anymore and I feel like I'm screaming into the void and witnessing the moment when everything will get worse and fall apart and then we will be here sad because it didn't have to go that way for him

…Woah.

Jesus Christ what the fuck.

Okay um, here we go. This is a monster of response to write but here I am.

I’m gonna start by saying I am not a direct witness of any of this. I didn’t know about the misgendering issue during the Q&A, I didn’t really notice it when I watched the Q&A myself yesterday. I’m not on twitter and I don’t follow or look at Taylor or Nick’s tags. All insults I seen regarding the boys are either from assholes trying to bother me or from people who want to talk about the phenomena, both in my inbox.

Regarding misgendering Casey:

Firstly I’m gonna state the obvious and say of course it’s a bad thing to misgender someone. Don’t do that

However I will also say this.

In regards to the extent of reaction: it’s not always done in malice. And in this case, I think it’s a genuine slip up, which happens. I had to consciously remind myself to deliberately use the right pronouns after my friend came out to me as non-binary. I had to correct my friend using the wrong pronouns when talking about our mutual non-binary student. It’s not ideal, but it happens. It’s not mean, it’s just careless. And please note that I’m not saying it’s ok to misgender someone, no it’s absolutely not but I also don’t think this case calls for a big reaction. If someone maliciously, deliberately, publicly and repeatedly misgenders someone, that’s problematic, that should be called out by the masses to this extent. This, we should acknowledge, make a note, and move on. I think there’s some cases where the reaction to certain issues are massively disproportional, this is one of them.

In regards to Taylor not correcting Sarah and being targeted for it: Firstly, Taylor didn’t misgender them, Sarah did. Taylor used the right pronouns. In fact when they hung out in New York last August, Taylor used the right pronouns on his Instagram story. Secondly, he might not have picked that up. Thirdly, even if he did, it’s awkward to suddenly cut off a monologue, let alone one from friend or not, is someone on a higher level than you, to correct a mistake that doesn’t directly affect comprehensive. Fourthly, bystanders are encouraged to step into situations, but they’re certainly not obligated to. So placing the blame or putting so much blame on Taylor is ridiculous and unfair.

In regards to Casey’s Instagram story: I understand where the connection comes from but honestly… I think there’s also a possibility that that’s just a post that Casey saw and wanted to share without reference to this issue. They don’t have Twitter, and it’s been several days since the screening. Truthfully, everyone involved seems really friendly with each other, and how this very project is advocating for LGBT rights, I don’t really believe that if they were aware of the misgendering, they wouldn’t apologize to Casey.

So replying to the “You don’t have to post it…” anon, I agree that putting any blame on Taylor is kind of ridiculous in this case, just like what happened in December. I think there’s a portion of “fans” that are fucking around with this and genuinely hurting him, but there might also be a portion of people who have a problematic/complicated perception of this type of situation, and it’s not targeted specifically towards Taylor. Either way I disapprove with what they’re doing, but here’s a hypothesis.

Regarding the damage these stuff causes:

I’ve addressed the insults thrown at Taylor multiple times by now. And I kind of agree with “I hate that there are idiots…” anon that really disgusting insults thrown at Nick tend to be overlooked, it’s not like there’s no Nick haters, there is. But because of the inherent racism, attacks on Taylor are much more obvious. Either way it’s cruel and disgusting and the boys don’t deserve to be thrown insults like that, nor do they deserve to have people enact cruelty in their name. Rarely is anyone deserving of that, and in the case of these two boys who have been proven to kind and wonderful people, it’s definitely wrong.

I’m tired of reading and seeing these bullshit on social media as well, which is why I actively avoid it, but “You don’t have to post it” anon, I definitely understand and share your worries of this fucking up the boys mental health.

But the sad truth is that we can’t decide what he can see and what he can’t. We’re just gonna need to trust him, to believe that he knows how to regulate the exposure of response he gets, that he knows what comments matter and what don’t, that he knows how to take care of his mental health. He actively avoids twitter, so I think he has an idea on what he can engage with an what he shouldn’t. Same goes with Nick, all we can do is believe he knows his mental health and how to regulate it. Meanwhile, those of us who aren’t assholes, we’ll show them all the love we have for him. I think public figures all struggle with this to some extent, so when they stepped into this career, I believe they saw this as a possibility, so they’re prepared to some degree. That doesn’t make any of this okay, but again, ultimately, we’re not people directly in their lives. We can’t do anything else practical.

Ultimately I want to say, be kind, compassionate and considerate. We can’t control what others do, and truth be told when it comes to the majority of the haters, I don’t think calling them out will change anything. They have their mind set. So the best we can do, is manage and control what we say and do, and to some degree, what we see and engage with.

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #casey mcquiston #anon ask #answered #oh god this took a lot out of me

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the-force-awakens · 2 years

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Hiya there sweets!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I was wondering if you were still accepting requests (if not pls ignore this ask <3) 👉👈

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜ with one of the moon boys (idc which/or all) x gn!reader

Thank you! *mwuah*

gender neutral reader (no pronouns), back on my rooftop conversation bullshit, hurt/comfort, went with steven & a smidgen of marc! both reader & the sys is autistic 🤗 reader could be interpreted as going into a shutdown. 1000+ words.

You were doing better than you'd been in months. Really, you were: you woke up every morning willing to get out of bed, eager for that first cup of tea, for the spring to inevitably reach your step when you hit the play button on Spotify for your favorite songs.

And it wasn't as if today was a bad day, even. It was good, albeit rainy. But for some reason, by the time the sun was gone and replaced by the moon - half hidden behind clouds - your mood had withered too.

It wasn't as clear cut as you were angry or even sad, it was just the sense of unease that came from a lot of change in a short amount of time. It was the disappointment that came with some of those changes and losses, in the way the last year had changed yourself.

That, more than anything, weighed a great deal on you tonight than it had in a while and you weren't sure what prompted it.

It hadn't seeped far enough that it fractured your outward cheerfulness though. One of your neighbors that you passed on the way into your building commented on how much happier you seemed of late and you'd politely smiled and agreed — because it was true, overall. Just not today.

It did not, however, fool your neighbor: Steven Grant of flat 502, basically a historian wrapped up as a gift shoptist, and one of your few real friends since your move to London.

Well, one of your few real friends in general, anymore.

The second you'd ended up on the same elevator (lift, Steven corrected you gently, then nudged your elbow with his and assured you Marc refused to call it that either), his eyebrows furrowed as he registered that something was wrong.

Which was how, after dropping your things off at your flat, you wound up on the rooftop with Steven as he spoke rapidly, eyes lit up, "Now you might want to close your eyes for this next bit, I'll let Marc take the reins on this one, I'm not a big fan of heights — oh, the old pigeon isn't going to like this one bit.”

You can't help but notice that he doesn't sound the least bit remorseful about it either.

You end up taking Steven's advice and cling for dear life to Marc, even though his embrace is solid and firm and you know he'd never drop you in a million years.

London becomes a blur underneath you, the wind howling against your ears, and more than once you hear Marc grunt something close to a soft laugh beneath the mask and you wonder if Khonshu is - as Steven predicted - griping about how they're using his powers for the evening.

And despite the height and anxiety that something will go horribly wrong and you'll both fall from the sky, you can't help but feel lighter than you have all evening. Like you left everything behind when the two of you took flight.

When Marc lands, it's a little off kilter because of your differing heights but it isn't painful either (he triple checks), and follows you silently to the edge of the new rooftop. Across the way is St Paul's Cathedral, backlit by the full moon.

“Steven thought going somewhere, just the two of you, might…help,” Marc offers after a minute of silence.

You glance over at him. “You're leaving?”

His expression softens with concern, eyebrows lowering even more than they normally set, over the anxiety you weren't able to hide from your voice. “Just for now. I'll stay when you need a ride home, if you want.”

You nod once and his lips twitch briefly into a near smile, which falls when Steven fronts once more. He blinks a little, taken aback by the way your face has fallen in the last few minutes and steps forward. "What's the matter, love?”

You give a half-hearted shrug and stumble into him, pressing your face into his chest. His arms twine around you, pulling you closer and you feel the inane urge to cry over how safe you feel, how much stability these three men bring to your otherwise unbalanced life.

And before you know it, you're blubbering out confessions you hadn't even fully processed yourself while Steven holds and soothes you, rubbing gentle circles against your back: about how lonely you sometimes feel, how afraid you are of everything changing so much and especially recently. How you're worried the only reliable things in your life will disappear soon too, leaving you alone.

“Hey, you're not alone. You've got me and Marc and Jake too. You've got your friends, you've got -” he taps your forehead - "all the worlds you keep stored up in here.”

“But what if I lose all those things?”

"What if you don't?” Steven rejoins gently, swiping away some of the tears that have tracked down your cheeks. “Maybe you'll lose some of those eventually, but all at once? I don't think so.”

You drop your gaze from his face - so open and earnest and friendly. “Sometimes it's hard to believe that when it gets…noisy.”

“The brain can be a right twit sometimes,” Steven agrees, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead that has no business making your stomach flip the way it does. “But that particular voice that keeps on telling you this is more than a little dodgy.”

You can't help but snort a laugh at that, even though you know he's right. "I think that's being too polite.”

"I could compare it to Donna, if you'd like?” Steven offers. When you pick up your head, he's smiling softly down at you like he knows his words lifted the weight that had settled behind your ribcage.

Maybe it shows on your face, in the same way he'd seen what no one else had earlier. "That's better,” you say and you don't just mean about his commentary.

When his smile widens, you think he understands it too.

#crying wannabegroupie #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #myfic #reader fic

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fearowkenya · 5 months

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its so hard being around my dad and his wife and my grandma for any extended amount of time. tldr theyre the type who keep fox news on in the background 24/7.

my stepmoms friend spent a few evenings here and at some point the topic of trans ppl came up and the moment i mentioned im non binary, my stepmoms friend was in my corner and being much more firm about correcting them than i can get away with (i cant be firm or i get accused of "being aggressive" or "not being understanding" that they're "from another time"). she did more advocating for me in a singular hour than my dad or my grandma have ever done for me at all while ive been in their presence since i first came out to them. (id like to believe that they advocate for me when i cant hear them but the odds are probably pretty low. but never zero, i guess.)

its such a weird thing to think about. i am completely confident that they love me unconditionally, but they're also the ONLY people left that have any importance in my life who just can't seem to get the damn pronouns right. i dont mean that they slip up constantly , i mean that they just dont even seem to bother. "this is my daughter" "my granddaughter is here visiting" "shes hoping to see an alligator" "can you send me that picture you took of her" like theres no pause, no attempt to even try to use they/them or non-gendered language, not as far as i can tell anyway. the most ive ever gotten was my grandma sending me a birthday card last year with the "granddaughter" printed inside scratched out and corrected to "grandchild". which was really nice!!! i genuinely did appreciate it!!! i told her that it meant a lot to me!! she is aware that i am aware & grateful that she made 1 (one) effort. but also she fully wrote "miss" in front of my name on the envelope of that same card. so its like ... i appreciate the thought but unfortunately that's not enough. you still gotta keep doing stuff like that, like, indefinitely. i thought that maybe it was a start, but other than my stepmoms friend ive been referred to exclusively as something im not since i got here.

honestly until my stepmoms friend stood up for me and corrected my family on my behalf id just completely given up. its so exhausting. and when she corrected them ofc the conversation turned to "its SO HARD for us to change our language" and it was a little validating to watch her get kind of annoyed at that reaction.

im tired.

i guess i can keep trying to say "they please" at every possible turn and see where that gets me. i wish i could spend time with this part of my family without being on pins and needles constantly.

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banannabethchase · 1 year

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Matt's a senior in high school, co-captain of the cheerleading team, and doing a pretty good job in school. He's also, well. She's also a girl, which is somehow not the biggest deal in her life right now.

Nick's a junior in high school, an MVP candidate for the basketball team, and doing his best. He's also definitely not in love with his best friend, unless he's telling the truth.

So for some ungodly reason I decided to do another high school AU for my April Camp NaNoWriMo, and here is the fruit of that labor. It's fluffy and a bit cheesy and maybe unrealistic in parts, but I think we deserve some queer joy in our lives, don't we?

Note: throughout this fic, Matt's pronouns shift depending on her mindset, what others know, and what she has told the other people to refer to her as throughout the story. If you see a pronoun error you think is not narratively relevant, please let me know, and I will check :)

Here is the playlist for the fic, because I can't do anything without making an accompanying playlist: Set the World Alight - an AEW High School AU Playlist

Saturday, November 29th

Nick

Matt jumps about a foot when Nick opens the door to his bedroom.

“Holy crap,” Matt says, hand to his heart. “You scared me. Knock next time, will you?”

“I did knock,” Nick says. “What’s your deal?”

“Nothing,” Matt says, adjusting his ponytail. Nick doesn’t get why he fusses with it so much. It always looks right. “I’m fine. You ready?”

Nick nods. “Just have to get the bags in the car and we’ll head over.”

Matt checks his reflection one last time and walks to the door. They make their way downstairs like always – shoving at each other to see who will make it to the kitchen first.

“Would you two stop trying to kill each other to get to the kitchen?” Their mother is mildly amused but mostly tired, coffee in hand as she sips. “It’s like raising two deer with the way you two always lock horns.”

“We don’t lock horns, Mom,” Matt says, rolling his eyes. Nick pokes him in the ribs. “Ow! Nicholas here just refuses to admit that, as the older brother, I should get first pick of the pancakes.”

“You’re just jealous I’m finally taller than you,” Nick fires back. Matt gets him in a noogie.

“Boys. It’s not even eight in the morning. I need you to stop before I lose my mind.”

Matt lets go, Nick fixes his hair, and they eat their breakfasts fast enough that their mom has to leave the room. "I raised two wildebeests," she mutters, making her way to the living room. "Where did I go wrong?"

"You didn't!" Nick yells. "Matt's stole a pancake!"

"Alright, well, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," she says. She doesn't even bother to peek her head in. “Drive safe to the game, you two!”

“I will,” Matt calls back. “And it’s a scrimmage.”

“Don’t correct your mother!”

Once the pancakes are gone, Nick muscles Matt out of the way and insists on driving the three miles to the school. Matt is less than pleased about it based on the pout he wears the whole drive, but Matt lights up when he sees the group of players and cheerleaders collecting in front of the bus.

“Looks like we’re riding together,” Matt says.

Nick nods. “Apparently that’s the new plan this year. Cuts down on buses to have you all on the bus with us, and third team and JV traveling together.”

“Sit with me?” Matt asks. “I mean, if you want to.”

Nick nods. “Sure. I always want to.”

Matt beams at him, and Nick doesn’t understand how still, after all this time, he doesn’t seem to believe the people on the cheer squad actually like him.

“Alright, let me check in with coach, and I’ll be right there.”

Matt slides in next to Britt, who is half supporting Jamie who looks like she still hasn’t woken up all the way.

“Nicky,” says Cole, clapping him on the shoulder. “Late. As always.”

“That is entirely Matt’s fault,” Nick insists. “And Mom’s. She made us eat breakfast.”

“Oh, what a tragedy,” Moxley says, pretending to faint. “I had a can of coke for breakfast. I’d kill for, like. Actual food.”

Nick briefly digs in his gym back and pulls out a granola bar. “It’s not homemade or anything, but you can have this.” He tosses it to Mox, who lights up.

“Hell yeah.”

He proceeds to scarf down the granola bar at a speed Nick is mildly disturbed by, and the coach calls them over a second later.

“Alright, boys,” he glances over, “er, and Jamie.”

Half the team rolls their eyes. Coach was getting better with it, but he constantly forgets Jamie’s not just one of the guys. Sure, she’ll take you out harder than any guy on any team, but she’s still a girl.

Specifically, a girl who was kicked out of the girl’s league for playing too hard.

“We’re on the bus with the cheerleaders, effective today. I don’t want to see any hanky-panky on there, you hear?”

“Yeah, Jamie,” Mox says, nudging her with his elbow, “don’t want a repeat of you and Britt in the science labs.”

Jamie blushes bright red. “Oh, shut up, Moxley, we all know what you and Kingston were up to last year at the championship game. You’re one to talk.”

“No one should be talking,” Coach says. Nick wonders when he’ll give up and let the team do their own thing. It’s always what works best. “Alright. Bowens and Caster, you are not allowed to sit next to each other after last week.”

“Aw!” the two of them whine.

“No,” Coach Gunn says, pointing at the two of them. “You two keep it up, I’ll make your parents drive you to and from the games, and you can deal with them.”

The two of them shrink. “Okay,” Bowens mutters.

“Yuta, you sit with Caster,” Coach Gunn demands. “Nick, you’re sitting with Bowens.”

“Wait, what?” Nick asks. “I already promised Matt –”

“Your brother will figure it out. I need somebody responsible to sit with these two clowns.”

Nick texts Matt to let him know, and gets a frowny face in return.

You can sit with Britt or Willow, you’ll be fine.

Willow’s sitting with Riho!! And Britt’ll be with Jamie!!

Nick exhales. Okay, sit with literally anybody. Nobody’s gonna kick you off the bus.

He gets back a panicked combination of emojis, and Nick begins to wonder why Matt’s so frickin’ weird.

They pile into the bus and Matt’s on his arm in a second.

“Everybody else has a bus person,” Matt mutters. “You are my bus person.”

“I have been assigned Anthony Bowens duty,” Nick says.

“Hey!”

“I am not wrong,” Nick tells Anthony over his shoulder. “Just, Matt, sit wherever’s a free seat. Everybody knows you. You’re fine.”

Matt’s eyes flicker around the faces in line. “But there’s nobody else I want to sit with!”

“Just – figure it out!”

Once they get on the bus, Nick peeks around to make sure Matt’s not crying on the ceiling out of panic or anything. To Nick’s surprise, Matt’s plopped down in the first open seat, right next to Danny Garcia. He doesn’t look any kind of comfortable, but he’s seated and not crying or anything, so Nick considers it a win.

Interesting choice he texts to him. Bowens slides in to the seat a few behind Matt and Danny, and Nick moves to follow.

Matt turns around as Nick’s shoving Bowens further into the seat and glares.

He was pouting because Yuta’s stuck with Caster, so we both will be miserable together.

Nick rolls his eyes.

“What?” Bowens asks. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m not being weird,” Nick says, getting comfortable for the bust ride to the game. “I’m existing on a bus.” He closes his eyes, tries to relax. “You aren’t going to do anything weird, are you?”

Bowens makes a sad little sound. “No. Caster and I planned on putting silly putty in somebody’s hair, but it doesn’t feel right to do it without him.”

Nick is awake and alert the entire ride.

Matt

He resists the urge to text Nick frantically the whole car ride, and instead settles for trying to start his English essay. They’re finished with the personal narratives, finally, but he’s now stuck analyzing Salome and that whole poem is a lot to deal with.

He’s also been assigned the role of Salome in his all-boy group to present, and, well. He – he thinks this might be reminding him of something he’s been trying really hard not to think about.

Something she’s been trying really hard not to think about.

Matt isn’t sure, is the thing. Sure, he feels like a girl, but doesn’t everybody, sometimes? Doesn’t everybody sometimes convince themselves that they don’t belong with the certain body, the certain presentation they were born with?

Glancing around the bus, nobody is paying attention to him. Danny’s snoring, mouth open as he leans against the window. Jamie and Britt aren’t not making out in the seat next to him, and the rest of the bus looks otherwise occupied.

So he googles it.

how do you know if you’re actually trans and not just faking

hhat does trans feel like

how do you know if you’re a girl

He’s thankful for the two hour bus ride, for once in his life, because he’s able to read testimonies from so many people – from trans women in their thirties, nonbinary people in their forties, trans men at sixty-five. He’s baffled – he didn’t know this many people existed. He takes a deep breath. He didn't know this many people who think the same as he does existed.

He also is a little baffled at a common theme that keeps popping up: if you think you’re trans, you probably are.

The bus stops and he’s – well, he’s not sure he’s “he”, is the thing, but he has some other things to focus on right now.

Matt’s pretty sure the first game of the season has never felt so exhilarating, even though it’s not really the first game. His team does a pretty good job of keeping the energy going on the sidelines, but, even with the modifications from the football seasons in place, they put on a great halftime show. Better than the other team, if he’s being realistic.

“I’m not bragging, Wills,” he says to Willow, “I’m being objective. Our routine had, like, four times the difficulty of theirs.”

“Matt, you know this one isn’t a competition, right?” Willow throws one of those smiles his way, the kinds where he’s glad he’s gay so he doesn’t fall in love with her. “It’s okay that they weren’t as good as we are.”

“That’s all I’m looking for,” Matt says, tossing his ponytail over his shoulder. “An – an agreement.”

They do their cheering duties for the team through the second quarter, and Matt cheers extra loudly when Nick gets something like eight points in four minutes, which Matt knows enough to know it’s impressive.

“Hey! Jamie didn’t punch that guy!” Riho says, leaning over to look at Britt. “That’s good, right?”

Britt nods, a proud smile on her lips. “Yeah. She’s been doing so good with not punching people. Well, during games. There was that time at the movies.”

“That asshole deserved it,” Matt says.

“Ooh,” Riho says, “Matt’s swearing. It must have been quite the problem to earn that.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “I swear.”

“Like, almost never,” Britt says. “But, yeah. He deserved it.”

The game finishes up around noon, and Matt is starving.

“I told you to bring a snack,” Nick says, devouring a protein bar.

“Can I have a bite?”

Nick turns, cradling the bar and glaring at Matt. “Starve.”

“Oh, that’s cold.”

Matt turns to see Jon Moxley, grinning. “Right?” Matt says. “He’s so mean to me.”

“Am not!”

“I don’t know, Nick,” Mox says, eyes flicking to Matt. Almost like he wants to make sure Matt’s still watching. “Refusing to give your brother food? That sounds pretty mean.”

Matt grins, a little smarmy. “See? You’re so mean to me. Even Mox knows it.”

Nick looks between both of them. “I’m walking away now.”

Matt throws his best smile at Mox, because why not, and gets something a little sweet, a little not so sweet back.

He spends the rest of the bus ride trying and failing to do his math homework. Somebody decided to sing 99 Bottles of Jizz on the wall and, while funny, Matt’s kind of sick of it at 84 bottles and it’s only going to get worse.

“This is hell,” Danny says, staring straight ahead of him. Matt thinks he looks a little like a person in that zoned out state in movies, like when they’re trying to show a flashback. “I’ve never heard the word ‘jizz’ said so much in my life.”

Matt tries a reassuring pat on his shoulder. “You can borrow my headphones, if you want? The basketball team is full of some…interesting people.”

Danny shakes his head. “No, I got my own.”

“Oh,” Matt says, moving his hand. “Then – then why aren’t you listening to literally anything else?”

Danny shrugs. “I really don’t know.”

They stop at a gas station about an hour into the ride, and Matt flies into there, desperate for a snack and some caffeine.

“Don’t get distracted in the snack aisle!” Coach Gunn hollers after him. “You either, O’Reilly.”

Nick bumps his shoulder as he walks to the candy aisle. “Don’t get lost, dork.”

“Oh, shut up,” he calls as he hops his way to the wall with all the coolers. If the universe is in his favor, there will be plenty of double shots available for him to shove into his face. He’s still got an entire math assignment to finish on the bus.

He snags a bag of Chex Mix on his way to the cooler, and spots the coffee drinks. There’s only one can of his beloved Double Shots left. He picks up the pace to grab it, only to reach the door at the same time as a familiar face looks down at him.

“You like the double shots, too?” Jon Moxley asks, his grin wide. Matt’s heart starts beating at an unreasonable speed. “That how you cheerleaders keep up all the energy?”

Matt giggles a little. He can’t help it. “Well, one of the ways. You should see the way we have to train for splits.”

He didn’t mean for it to be…well, suggestive. But, from the way Mox’s eyes widen, it was. “Oh. Well.” His laugh is a little close to a giggle too. “All yours. I can grab, like, a Coke or something.” He brushes the side of Matt’s hand. Just gentle. Just barely. “See you on the bus, Matty.”

Matt doesn’t move until Nick comes up behind him and pegs him in the back with his basketball. “Dude, your coach is about to kill you if you don’t get out there,” he hisses. “Buy your dumb coffee and let’s go.”

Matt nods, a little dazed. “Hey, um,” he says as he hands the cash to the cashier, “what – has Mox said anything about me?”

Nick groans. “Oh, god, you have a crush on Moxley?”

“Shh!” Matt says, looking around nervously. They’re the only two from the high school left in the store, but still. “Look, sort of. Shut up.”

Nick sighs, spinning the basketball on his fingertip. Like it’s easy. Jerk. “He hasn’t. But I’ll…” Nick pauses, takes a deep breath like whatever he’s about to say is going to hurt. “I’ll put out feelers.”

Matt feels like he’s filled with lightning as he bounces out to the bus. He sits next to Nick, as always. But Mox’s eyes follow him as he walks down the center of the bus, and it makes the lightning spark, something like possibility.

#HI HELLO IT'S THE GIANT PROJECT I'VE BEEN WORKING ON PLEASE BE NICE TO ME #Be accurate but like. Kindly #MoxMatt #Matt Attrackson #Nicrowlas #in which sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???

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omegathetaone · 9 months

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Welcome to the Omega System ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Hey! We're the Omega System (also known as ΩΘ1/Omega or Theta in short), and we are a self diagnosed traumagenic system. The full DNI list will be written below, however note that we are expressly anti-endo/tulpa as they make us very uncomfortable! Below you will find our DNI list, frequent fronters, sign offs, and more! Please, please give it a read before interacting with us! Especially the DNI list, if nothing else!

This post is subject to updates at any time, so make sure to check here to keep yourself up to date! (Long Post under the cut <3)

The Basics & BYF

We use we/us and I/me interchangeably We are autistic, a minor, and bodily a trans man We are a self diagnosed osdd/did system but we can't tell which kind of system we are even after extensive research (we are leaning towards OSDD-1b)

We are a fictive heavy system We are a masc-identity heavy system The majority of our system is queer

We collectively go by Omega or Theta online. Outside of that we use the body's name (we will not be sharing it here) We collectively use He/It pronouns, so if you don't know who's fronting or are referring to us in general just use those pronouns

We block very liberally

We will delete posts as we so choose. One day you might see it, the next it could be gone. Sorry if this causes any confusion!

We struggle with self-acceptance at times to please be patient with us. We're doing our best to get out of that mindset but it's not an easy process

Don't be afraid to let us know if someone is problematic! If we reblog from someone unknowingly then letting us know would be greatly appreciated so we can block them and correct our mistake!

Boundaries

We prefer to interact with people who are at least 16, so if you are younger than that you will be on thin ice with us unless if we're mutuals.

General rule, please don't refer to us as "plural" or to our headmates as "parts". We don't feel comfortable with these terms.

We are open to most questions about being a system, how our system works, or anything else that might be on your mind! We love answering questions (though don't expect this from other systems online- they don't have to share anything if they don't want to).

Our DMs are open unless stated otherwise. If another system needs someone to talk to or is looking for a system friend, then you can come to us! Keep in mind though- we will stop communication and/or block you if we feel super uncomfortable!

We aren't a roleplay account. Please don't try to roleplay with us unless if it's a fandom thing we agreed to and not "oh you have a fictive of x character!", because it makes us uncomfortable.

Interests

Some Media/Shows/Movies that we really enjoy!

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (+ TBB)

Heartstopper

Transformers

Demon Slayer, Naruto, + many more

Detroit: Become Human

Resident Evil (Video Games, not movies)

Subnautica

Destiny (Video Games, both 1 and 2)

Arcane (The Show)

Hades

Red Vs. Blue

Some more obscure ones are...

Orwell: Keeping an Eye on You

In Sound Mind (Video Game)

Firewatch

Some of my other interests include...

The Horror Genre

Cryptids, SCPs, Analogue Horror, and other things of that nature

Music + Composition

Sound Design

Art

Chemistry

History

Geography

Marine Biology

Marching Band (Marching music my beloved)

Learning new instruments (I'm up to 5 now I think)

Writing (I blame fandoms for this)

Of course some of these can vary depending on who's fronting but they are generally pretty consistent? For the most part anyway.

Favorite current songs...

Mayday mayday! by Biometrix

Downfall by NEONI

Outlaw by NEONI

Wonderland by NEONI

Big Guns by NEONI (can you tell we like Neoni?)

E.T. cover by Rain Paris

Beautiful is Boring by BONES UK

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by BAD OMENS

Underground by Unlike Pluto and 8 Graves

There's more, but the list would be going on forever lol

DNI

You are free to interact if you aren't anywhere on the list below (and if you don't break any boundaries of ours). That being said, DNI if you are...

endo/tulpa or a supporter

transphobe/homophobe/bigot

fakeclaimer

anti-mogai

anti-alterhuman

anti-neo/xenopronouns and genders

transid/transage/transrace

gendercritical

anti-informed self dx

zoophile/MAP/pedophile/proship etc.

anti-semetic

white supremasists/nazis

syscourse

racists of any kind

pro-life/anti-abortion

Anti-Paraphilia recovery

terf/swerf/radqueer/radfem, etc.

Other things to note here:

If you participate in cringe culture, or harass/call other people 'cringe' for doing what they like, I don't want to see you on my blog.

I will block blank blogs because of tumblr bots, so if you don't want that to be you then please make your blog look HUMAN and not a part of that mess.

I do not want to interact with HP fans/stans. Based on the rest of my DNI, the reason should be obvious. If not, just leave, y'all make me uncomfortable.

If you think that all systems have to sign off on every message and/or constantly let you know who's fronting, realize that just...isn't true. We like signing off a lot of posts because that's how we roll, but that doesn't mean other systems have to give you that window into themselves. Hell- we don't have to either if we aren't feeling it.

Once again, don't bring syscourse here. It makes us very, very uncomfortable.

Frequent Fronters

Max (He/It) - Host

Desmond (He/Him) - Co-host

Charlie (He/Him) - Sexual Protector (Kind of? He's our resident romance king)

The Omega System Member Sign-Off Legend

This isn't everyone, but it's the main ones who like speaking on tumblr and social media in general (for the most part)

✧ 🌌 - System tag

✧ 💤 - Max

✧ 💼 - Desmond

✧ 💌 - Charlie

✧ 💕 - Charlie (aka Char)

✧ 📜 - Alexandre (Aka Alex)

✧ 🩸 - Aurelius (aka AZ)

✧ 🎧 - Axel

✧ 🪀 - Chris

✧ 🔪 - Felix

✧ 🌗 - Domino

✧ 🐻 - Harley

✧ 🔥 - Kyo

✧ 🌠 - Sam

✧ 👑 - King

✧ 💣 - Fuse

✧ 🦋 - Kode (Pronounced Cody)

✧ 🐕 - Nick

✧ 🌹 - Nines

✧ 🐏 - Sebastian (aka Seb or Sebs)

✧ 🕷 - Weaver

✧ 🕸 - Xeno

✧ ✈ - Aileron

✧ 🖤 - Vox

✧ 🌧 - Apollo

✧ 💿 - Taz

✧ 🌙 - Soren

✧ 👻 - Talon

✧ 🧊 - Melvin (aka Mel)

✧ 🕊 - Marcel

✧ 🎵 - Liam

✧ 🎮 - Mustard

✧ 🌳 - Aspen

✧ 🌑 - Anakin

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coexistentialism · 10 months

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I use parts language for myself I understand that kind of mindset. but I feel like… yes these are all me but I see people talk about parts going dormant going away.. losing big parts of identity, hobbies, skills, love relationships etc.. it’s like then one day will I just go away and lose all of that and not be me anymore ? I am a single person in parts but I wants to collectively id one way (one queer label not multiple for each identity, collectively use two names, etc) in just having a hard time with the whole “single person in parts” and “feeling like multiple different people” thjng idk I’m just worried like I want to be ME I don’t want to lose me or anything and I want a stable clear label like bi trans etc and not “well some of us as bi some are gay- we change names all the time- what if sometimes i won’t be there when my partner or friends are giving me love it’ll be someone else receiving it not u- sometimes we will go dormant-“ idk does that make sense.. but it’s like maybe I shouldn’t worry if all of these really are me ? ? do u ever feel like that like how are u supposed to make sense of it ? can dormancy be a forced thing and Not a choice? Is there something I’m not getting

Uhhhhhhh I have no idea what it's like for an alter to go dormant, how I would know if an alter has gone dormant, etc... I'm kind of confused about this question, I think that you're misunderstanding dormancy as "the 'me' fronting just goes away and is gone forever" but it's not like that. Correct me if I'm wrong, I could be misunderstanding.

When an alter goes dormant, the skills, opinions, feelings, thoughts, etc. that that alter holds are still there, they are just not being activated, and cannot be activated, nor can that alter influence the fronter or the headspace, etc. It's not like those things disappear into thin air and no longer exist. You could think about it like storing some items in a box and putting them in, like, the attic. The items are still there, just not within reach (well, they are in this literal scenario, but you know).

I grew up and lived my whole life feeling this way - why can't I just stick to ONE thing?? Why can't I just stick to one identity, one sexuality, one THING to define me! Why can't I just have one hobby that I really like to do, why can't I just say something and feel something and have it STICK and not change within seconds!! If I get into a relationship with this person, what if I decide I don't love them anymore the next day? So on and so forth.

Unfortunately that is the reality of DID. There is no real solution, except, well, y'know, generally trying to communicate more with your parts, therapy if somebody can access it, etc. You kind of have to... Live with it and learn to accept it and be okay with it. That's why I said: allow yourself to be inconsistent.

With DID/OSDD, you won't be consistent - that's the point. You won't have a consistent identity. That is the unfortunate truth and reality of DID/OSDD, and it's Hell to live with, it's hard when you change your opinion on something within seconds and can never stick to one thing.

I'm in a privileged position where all my closest friends know about my DID and I'm open about it when I want to and they're accepting and caring and whatnot. Among the people whom I live with though, only my partner knows about my DID.

We've been having a host change lately, and I recently opened up to my friend and said "hey, I'm gonna start using she/her pronouns now, along with he/him and they/them. I don't know if this is a permanent change, but for now it's a change I want to go through with, and if that changes, I'll let you know then too of course" and it was okay. Like, it's okay to change every 5 seconds and as much as it sucks to experience, I hope you find people who accept and understand that about you and don't expect you to remain the same.

Even singlets are not going to remain the same forever. People's identities change, they HAVE to change - that is the process of life. You will probably not be the same in 30 years. Realizing this for myself personally allowed me to better be able to allow myself to Not hold on so desperately and cling to "One Thing."

Unfortunately I don't really have any more advice beyond this.

I am confused about this though-

"it’s like then one day will I just go away and lose all of that and not be me anymore?"

What exactly do you mean by this? Are you worried that you'll pass out and just "not exist" for some time, while some stranger takes over you, because I'm not sure that that's an experience most people with DID or OSDD have.

Are you expecting for each alter to switch in and be a completely different person, where you switch and you're no longer who you used to be, with completely different hobbies and a completely different name and identity and such?

#inbox #my posts

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hell0mega · 1 year

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apparently my mom didnt know my pronouns were they/them despite me constantly talking about being nonbinary and having it on all my socials and literally talking about my pronouns/preferred gendered language for what feels like all the time.

we were talking about how an old friend's child (4 years younger than me, 23) is also nonbinary and how they used to get "SO mad" at her for using their deadname or incorrect pronouns. the implication was that they were pretty "mean" and adamant about it, even to older family members, all who were trying their best to be respectful and not messing up on purpose. they've always been a pretty feisty redhead so i believe it lol

but, strangely enough, my mom, the most loving person in the world, the most caring and least bigoted person i know, could not seem to get "they" to come out of her mouth. so after a while, every time she said the incorrect pronoun, I'd say "they." very neutral and unobtrusively. the first few times my mom would go "yes, right, they" and then the next sentence she'd go back to the other one. and I'd say it again. it was actually quite perplexing, not just in a general sense but because my mom defaults to "they" for people we don't know, even if they only have the tiniest hint of maybe being queer, yet she can't do it for even two sentences in a row for our friend that we held as a baby right after they were born.

eventually i had to say it so much that she eventually stopped and said "well when are they doing to just make another pronoun, huh?! 'they' is plural, it's not for a singular person!" very exasperatedly. she's a very grammar-focused "wordy" and comes from a long line of teachers and authors.

though, this through me for a loop, mostly for the above reasons but also because we've had this conversation. calmly i said "they has been used as a singular pronoun for hundreds of years. you'd say, 'who left their book?' people do it every day constantly. it's grammatically correct."

"well you should say 'who's book is this?' instead, then"

"maybe, but that doesn't mean it's incorrect to use they as a singular pronoun when the person's gender is unknown"

"so they're gender is 'unknown'?!"

this left me to stare at her for a second. "no?"

"then what is it?!"

"... they're nonbinary"

she stared at me for a second because she remembered that, yes, that has very much been established, but also, that's what i call myself.

"also, neopronouns do exist but people aren't ready for them yet still. but, they/them is just a pronoun that people already use that doesn't have a gendered meaning. it's neutral. in French, "vous" is used both to address multiple people but also a singular person in a formal way, so there are pronouns that can mean singular or multiple."

this continued to give her pause, something to consider. i was still confused by this conversation so i finally spoke up about the question at the front of my mind.

"i mean... my pronouns are they/them. I'm nonbinary too."

the look she gave me was something i could only describe as... light devastation. "you never corrected me...?"

i kinda shrugged and went "i mean, i feel like i talk about it a lot, I've explained how happy it makes me, it's on all my socials..." she continues to stare. "so, when you show this frustration and confusion, i mean, i know it's hard, you know, as a parent. especially in context, i mean, when [sister] introduces me or when we're on our podcast, she uses Ro and they/them, but i hear when you guys are on the phone together, you both still use [my initial] and [assigned pronouns] because that's what you're used to with each other. [BF] is getting better at using the right stuff around friends but around you he still uses [assigned pronouns] still too. i mean, when i first changed my name and stuff, i told everyone like 'no pressure!!' cuz i know it's hard... but it is what i prefer..."

the conversation kind of trailed from there. we started talking about my other trans friends she'd known before they transitioned. i need to ask her about it later, because the look she gave me truly was just... shock. neutral shock, maybe with some "oh shit i fucked up" sprinkled on top. i give people close to me a lot of grace, but for as much as i talk about trans issues and being trans, im amazed my mom was..... surprised?! about it? like did i never ACTUALLY say it to her?? lol???

her talking about how horrible my friend was to their mom after transitioning, how they "still get mad" (after 4 years.......) when anyone slips up, and how WrOnG and RiDiCuLoUs it was to ever refer to a singular person using they..when she... always does it?? even HER MOM says "he, she, they" when referring to anyone she doesn't know, and she talked about how cool and cute that was. but suddenly it's not correct?

hopefully this.... coming out... again... in the midst of her complaining about it kinda opened her eyes and she will get better at it. i mean, it kinda literally opened her eyes, the way she looked at me like that lol

#long post #this was a lot longer than anticipated but i couldn't find a way to make it succinct lol #i dont think im gonna tag this as anything #feel free to reply if you're a follower or mutual

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skz317cb97 · 2 years

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This is gonna be a whole ass rant I'm so sorry but....

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH PEOPLE COMFORTABLY DEAD NAMING ME LATELY!

Story time...

Yesterday a regular of mine (that I've actually complained about on here before) came in and said "Hi I'm here for my appointment with 'dead name.'" ALL of my stylists have only EVER known me as Cal, NEVER my dead name. So Christina (who transferred from the other salon with me) was like "Oh you mean Cal!" At this point I was walking up front to pull her back and she was like,

"Ooooh yeaaa I don't call her that." Now I'm USUALLY really REALLY chill about my pronouns and whatever as long as people call me by my preferred name. Even with my name, with my clients, I've been a bit lax on but when I heard her say that it irritated me to no end. So I said,

"No one here knows me by that name, they aren't gonna know who you're talking about unless you call me Cal." And she was like,

"Ohhh I just can't." Now I was trying to be professional and polite AND stand my ground so I used my #1 argument when I'm in this situation, which is,

"Well my mom named me and she calls me Cal so I think if she can you can also." Then she says,

"You know I'm not good with change." Still I'm TRYING to be polite, I've done this woman's hair for like 10 years and have considered her a friend for a long time. I said,

"You could try." And she just smiled and said,

"Luckily you love meee." ALL I could think was 'I don't love anyone enough to let them disrespect me' but instead I just dropped it and pulled her back. The whole haircut was awkward and tense and she kept trying to conversate and called me 'dead name' a couple more times in my chair. I didn't really say anything and just let her talk. When we were done I checked her out and USUALLY I'd walk around and give her a hug goodbye. I DID NOT. After she left I walked in the back and Christina was there. I said,

"I am..." and Christina immediately was like,

"I know I couldn't believe her just now!" So for someone that doesn't like change she's going to be really upset when I stop taking her calls and texts and she has to find someone else to do her hair because I will NOT ANYMORE after that. She could have dealt with little change and called me Cal now she deals with BIG change and finds a new stylist. She also has hella hard hair to work with and is stupid picky so good luck to her on her new journey.

Then today another regular who's hair I've done for like 10 years came in.

"I'm here for 'dead name'." My assistant manager had heard about the incident the day before so she said,

"Oh! You mean Cal!" And he went.

"Oh yea Cal." No problem a slip, it happens, no harm no foul, thank you for correcting yourself. But then he accidently called me tonight instead of his ex mother inlaw because he still has me saved as 'dead name' in his phone after almost 3 years of going by Cal. He went on a whole schpeal about a family situation before he realized it was me on the phone. So he asked my opinion about the issue anyway and I gave it to him. (Big shocker he was the one wrong!) Then he proceeded to go on about an email he got from someone at work (he's a cop🙄) and how it had pronouns at the bottom so I was like,

"Yea, lots of people put their pronouns in their bio on socials or at the bottom of emails..." He cuts me off and goes,

"Well they didn't 2 years ago." So I went to finish my sentence.

"Yea probably not but a lot of businesses are trying to be more inclus-" Cuts me off again.

"Well they didn't do that before." Again I tried to say,

"Yes but business are trying to be more inclusive for trans and non-binary-" Again.

"Well no one used to." It was like talking to a fucking wall. I was like,

"You KNOW I wrote my pronouns on my mirror at the other salon." And he groaned and was like,

"Yeaaa I know, I don't get it. Binary I thought that meant book. I don't know." Fucking FACE. PALM. I was so pissed by the time I finally got off the phone with him. I just can't with this shit. I'm TOO easy going about it for people to be so blatantly disrespectful. I'm over it.

#skz317cb97 #cal 🖤#tw: transphobia #tw: dead naming

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catthethird · 1 year

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I've read it already somewhere else and I can't get my mind of this: Bill Weasley using he/they as his pronouns.

I have even an idea for this in my head, a tic where he is 18 and telling his 16 year old brother Charlie that he is he/they, but in 80s terms.

The fic:

Bill couldn't get his mind of it, he just couldn't get it of it. Since months, no since years he was thinking about it. Being a boy, a boy, what does it mean? He never understood it. When was he a boy and when not? What if he doesn't feel like being a boy?

He has noticed that those thoughts may be not so normal when Charlie started to ask him questions about being a boy. He didn't asked the questions Bill had in his head when he was that age. Charlie seems not to question that he is a boy, he sees it as a fact.

With the time the thoughts got clearer, he started to understand that he isn't completely a boy, well he is but not like the others. He just isn't a boy with a capital B just with an small one.

Whenever his boyfriend (I headcanon Bill as pan) calls him "his boyfriend" in front of their friends he feels like correcting him, but in the other hand, how should he explain to Fynn that he isn't a complete boy. He can't even explain as what the other part feels like, because either is just nothing.

,, Bill, you zoned out again.", he hears Charlie say it sound like he is far away. ,, I'm sorry, I'm paying attention to you now." , Bill excuses himself. ,, No, Bill not again, you've been saying this since months to me. What is wrong?", he says and puts his papers away the correction of his homework for History of Magic can wait till later.

,, Charlie, I'm fine, I promised to listen to your homework, now let's finish it.", Bill tries to talk himself out. ,, No, not again this trip, you did it since months, I want to know what's wrong. Please tell me, I'm willingly to listen.", he cries out.

,, Charlie, it's- I can't explain it, it is just to complex to understand, even for me.", he explains while he hugs Charlie. ,, Billy, I want to know what's with you, did something happen between you and Fynn?", he says against Bill's shoulder.

,, Everything is fine between me and Fynn, it's just something with me.", he tries to calm him down. ,, Are you sick?", he asks worried. ,, No, I'm not." ,, Then what's wrong?"

,, Have you ever questioned who you are?", Bill asks while he softly caresses Charlie's head. ,, How do you mean it, I was always sure that I'm a Weasley?", his younger brother answers a it confused. ,, No, have you ever questioned if you're really a boy?"

,, N-no, I was always sure that I'm a boy, am I not?" ,, I guess you are one, but I'm not sure if I am one.", Bill answers while he looks over Charlie's head.

,, Then what are you then?", Charlie asks confused. ,, Well that's the part that is hard to explain." ,, I listen Bill.

,, Well, one part inside me feels like a boy, but the other is just- just nothing.", he tries to explain. ,, So you are a boy and at the same time you aren't?", Charlie asks. ,, Yeah, yeah this is how it is.", Bill says a bit euphoric. ,, So you're my older brother, who isn't an complete brother. My special sibling?", Charlie says a bit confused. ,, Yes, yes, I guess I am.", Bill days euphoric. ,, See, it wasn't this hard to explain." ,, You're just good at listening and understanding."

,, So, I'd like my special sibling to he help me with my homework.", Charlie says enthusiastic. , Yes, now I will concentrate completely on your homework."

,, Are you gonna tell Fynn this too?", Charlie asks. ,, Yes I will obviously, he deserve the truth.", Bill says and takes a deep breath out. ,, But will you both still love each other after this?" ,, Nothing really changes, so I hope yes." ,, Well, if he doesn't, then he is just an idiot.", Charlie says calmly.

,, Charles Weasley, don't you dare to call my boyfriend like that.", Bill laughs.

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So this is how I'd imagine this, the coming out could be weird, since I never had one, Tumblr is the first place it know that I'm a demi girl. If like some feedback, since this is one of the first fan fiction's I have written on English, it's a bit complex for me since I'm german

#weasley siblings #bill weasley #charlie weasley #headcanon #harry potter fanfiction #coming out #he/they #demiboy

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atsumwah · 3 years

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too little too late

featuring : suna rintaro x reader (they/them pronouns used. correct me if there's a mistake!)

genre : angst

notes : hello !! so this is my first piece of @rintah0e 's and mine fic collab! it was fun getting out of my comfort zone and writing angst, especially for the master of angst aka bby senn🤧 anyways i hope u enjoy it <33 reblogs are appreciated bbs mwahh

suna hates this.

he hates the way he always catches your figure from across the room, hates the way you don't even notice his eyes trying to meets yours, hates how he can vividly see you intertwining your hands with the man he wished he could be right now.

he hates how he shouldn't be feeling this way but he can't help it. even after all these years, he can't help but still be in love with you.

and to top it all of, he hates how unfair it was for all these feelings to emerge from deep within him on the most important day of your life.

"want another drink?" he turned his head towards atsumu who was holding two drinks in his hand. he didn't hesitate to take it.

"don't mind if I do." he gulped it down in one go, then wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

"you need to let them go, man." his body stilled at the blonde's words. "it's not fair for them or for you."

"I can't." he sighs, admitting it out loud. it's not like I wanted to feel this way.

"you had no problem doing it before."

"don't."his head immediately turned towards the blonde setter, holding a finger up as a warning, "not now."

"why not?" atsumu faced him with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "look, I get that I'm your friend but what you did was a dick move and you know it. and suddenly now you're finally realizing that you're gonna lose them forever? where was this realization all those years ago?"

"miya, i said don't." he replied, trying to mask out the aching that's burning his chest now.

"or what? you're gonna tell me to fuck off too?" he said, poking his tongue at the side of his cheek before continuing. "you know what, forget it. I don't know why I agreed to bring you here anyways." he said before walking away from the brunette.

suna rolled his eyes at him but knew that atsumu's words were true. why didn't he feel this way when he broke it off between you both years ago? why did he feel betrayed now, after seeing you with another man ready to start your new adventure in life?

maybe it's finally hitting him that there's zero chance for him to be with you. maybe now there's absolutely zero chance for you to accept him in your life. maybe it's finally hitting him how stupid he was.

falling in love with you was unpredictable. for starters, you two hated each other. you both got off to the wrong foot and since suna had a way to push people's buttons— he made it quite easier for you to hate him.

but that didn't stop him from finding your teasing self bearable the longer he knew you. it didn't stop him from looking forward to your presence each and every day in class, even if it was to annoy him.

and frankly it didn't stop him from looking at you differently as the days went by.

maybe it was the way you styled your hair or the way you got so happy at a test result you got that day. maybe it was the way you smiled that made him involuntarily smile too. maybe it was the way he finds himself muttering "pretty" under his breath and realizing he said it when he was looking at you.

before he knew it, he fell in love with you and miraculously, you felt the same way about him too.

he still remembers that particular day of how it all started. it was pouring when he spotted you walking home with an umbrella in hand. he remembers calling out your name and you stopping in your tracks to turn towards him. he remembers telling you he was in love with you. he remembers your goofy smile before you pulled him in a searing kiss.

he remembers being yours and thought that that was all he wanted in life.

keyword : thought.

as you both reached adulthood and were ready to take another step into your life, suna was beginning to have doubts. you were both in a happy place, yes, but for how long would that last?

just as he remembered how it all started, he still remembers how it all ended.

"what the heck are you talking about?" you said, ways furrowing and lips in a tight line. "rin, you're joking right?"

"do i look like I'm joking to you?" he said, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm just saying, maybe a break would be a good thing. we're both going different directions anyways so it won't be hard for us to go."

"hard? that's what you're afraid of? that it's going to be hard?" you said exasperatedly. "rin, of course it's going to be hard but that doesn't mean it's not possible.”

“I'm just being realistic here, y/n. one of us has to be.” he says, sighing as he faces you.

you tensed as he used your first name, an occurrence that only happens when he’s deadly serious.

“why are you so stubborn?

“If anything you're being stubborn here. you don't want to face the reality of—"

“of what? of you giving up on us?

"yes.” he said almost immediately. “If that's gonna make you get it then yes I am. just fuck off, y/n, jeez. " he snapped before he could even stopped himself to think about his words carefully.

he saw the way your eyes flickered to the ceiling, how your lips started to tremble and felt like he had gone too far. he sighed before walling towards you, reaching his hands out to hold onto yours— but the moment he was in your personal bubble, you backed away. you backed away as if he was something disgusting you didn't want to be near with.

a part of him shattered seeing you do that but he was just giving you the honest truth. it wasn't like he wanted for you both to break up. it was just inevitable. you were going off to college and he was starting his career and there was no way it could be worked.

you were convenient to him. you stayed around the same area, you meet each other at school everyday and all your dates were the places he's used to going anyways. but now, moving to another city, preferably having another life? how could it still work?

“I thought you loved me." you whispered, looking at him in disbelief. "after everything we did to get here, you're just gonna throw it all away?”

“we were teenagers." he said simply. "it's different now."

you forced out a chuckle. “that's your excuse? you're a coward, suna."

the sound of his last name coming from your lips sounded so foreign but he didn't back down. he couldn't. he was being rational.

he walked over to you again and tried to reach for your hands but you kept stepping away from him.

“I love you.” he said, voice barely a whisper. "I love you but it's just—"

“bullshit. if you loved me, you would have fought to make it work.”

you would've fought for us.

and those were your last words before you went on with your life.

after that, he tried contacting you but you had his number and every social media account blocked. he didn't even know where you had moved and all of his friends refused to tell him your whereabouts too.

that was when it hit him that maybe he should have taken your advice and tried harder.

because no matter how hard building his career was, it didn't come close as to how hard it was for him to forget about you.

and maybe some part of him hoped to meet you again. some part of him hoped that one day he'd see you walking down the street and catch up to you like he always did when he was sixteen. maybe you wouldn't be mad at him anymore and you two could go grab a coffee to reconcile your relationship. maybe you could've continued what you had and made it stronger because he knew now to never let you go. he won't.

but it was too late. he was too late.

because standing in front of him now is not someone he can hope for a future with.

in fact, it's someone who's already planning on having a future— and he was nowhere in it.

the big 'congratulations' banner hung on the wall was a painful reminder to him of how you're getting married soon. it was a reminder that you're officially someone else's. that you're officially unobtainable. you were on the verge of making memories with someone new, and he's stuck with the memories of the past.

even when he looks at you now, it's nothing but an ache in his chest. the sight of you used to be something that brought him joy. whenever he came home to you back at his apartment, all worn out and tired from the day, just the sight of your open arms brought the biggest smile to his face. he used to bury his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your sweet scent and clinging onto you like a koala— a routine whenever he came home to you. even if he never verbally said it, you were his home.

and he took that for granted.

because whenever he sees you now, he wants nothing more than to desperately kiss and tell you how wrong he was to let you go. he wants nothing more than to resume what you both once had, resume his version of a fairytale romance that only you provided him.

once upon a time he was everything to you— but that chapter of the book had closed and suna wished he tried rewriting it way sooner.

he wished he realized it way sooner.

"I didn't think you'd come."

his eyes snapped towards you, who suddenly appeared in front of him. you still looked as beautiful as he remembered.

"wouldn't miss it for the world." he said, eyes darting from his empty glass to you. "it's been a while."

"yeah. I heard you made it to the national team. congrats, suna." you said, giving him a nod after too.

he forced a smile, still processing in his brain that he wasn't anything but suna to you, atsumu's friend that he dragged here and your future husband's teammate.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, though. tsumu wanted you to come and well, my fiancé thought it would be a good idea too, you know, since you two would be playing together." you composed yourself in saying. "and I thought by now we could be civil with each other so yeah."

"no, I get it. you don't have to explain yourself." he says, downing the last drop of what was left in his cup.

"alright then, I hope you enjoy the rest of the party." you said, already turning on your heel to leave.

"wait," he says immediately, "I—"

I still love you.

I should've tried harder.

don't choose him. let me have another chance.

"I...wish you both the best." is what he says instead. "I hope you'll be happy with him."

"I am." you said, a familiar look appeared on your face and he was silly it was only ever reserved for him. "I truly am. thank you, suna. I hope all the best for you too."

he watched as you walked back to the center of the party with a pair of arms draping themselves around your shoulder as you reached there. he watched as a pair of lips kissed your temple softly, making you scrunch your nose in a cute way he remembered you used to do. he watched as you leaned in and made yourself comfortable in his hold, looking as if you belonged there. he watched as you got father away from him, indefinitely slipping away from his reach.

suna hates this but he hates himself more for letting you go in the first place.

a/n : atsumu isn't ur fiancé btw so feel free to imagine who it is

#suna rintarō #suna x reader #haikyuu angst #suna angst #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro x reader #hq angst #hq suna #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu suna #inarizaki #miya atsumu

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bi-bard · 3 years

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Milkshakes - Team Free Will Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Milkshakes

Pairing: Team Free Will X Platonic!Fem!Reader (as put in the request)

Requested: @gabrielasilva1510

Word Count: 1,846 words

Warning(s): violence, death

Summary: [Early Season 11 (Before Episode 10)] Sam and Dean think that there's something that can be The Darkness. Castiel warns them but... who knows? Maybe God's ultimate weapon isn't as scary as it seems.

Author's Note: I used dodie for outfit inspiration because the outfit matched the vibe but change it if you want. I only used a female read because it's in the request and it helped with clarity because the whole imagine is in 3rd person (I do usually use they/them pronouns in my work). Finally, I thought the milkshake flavor sounded good, but you can change it in your mind if you want to.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Third Person P.O.V--

Sam was leaning over a lore book in the library. It was too early for him to be so focused on the book but he felt like he needed to. The Darkness being released was his fault, he needed to find a solution.

Dean walked in from the kitchen with a cup of coffee and was clearly still half-asleep. He sat across from his brother.

"What're you reading," Dean grumbled out in between sips of coffee.

"I found this book about the most powerful beings," Sam explained. "Most of them are just rumored to exist but I thought it'd give us a jumping-off point on where to find something to help us defeat Amara."

"Anything interesting," Dean asked.

"A Nephilim; kid of an angel and a human," Sam said. "There's no mention that they could kill someone as powerful as God. Then there's..."

Sam trailed off and went back through the book, hunting for a particular page he had read nearly an hour ago. He pointed to the page once he found it.

"This doesn't even have a name but it describes a creature created by God to be a weapon," Sam explained. "I was doing some snooping on some message boards when I first found out about it. There's a lot of religious nuts and self-proclaimed hunters who think this thing is gonna be the end of the world. They say it's a prophecy that can't be stopped."

"And you think hunting it down is a good idea," Dean asked.

"Listen, I don't think it's fair to think this thing wants to end the world," Sam replied. "I think it's the best choice we have right now."

"Alright, fine, where do we look," Dean asked.

The boys didn't have to look far before Castiel popped into the library. He asked where they had gotten on their path to defeat Amara. His eyes went wide when they explained what they wanted to do.

"Are you two insane," Castiel asked.

"Listen-"

"No, I know more about this than either of you," the angel stopped Dean's argument. "This creature could kill you both with a look and end the world with a flick of the wrist and you want to track it down?!"

"Isn't it worth trying," Sam asked.

"'Trying,'" Castiel was so unbelievable done with the idiotic decisions of the Winchesters at that point.

"If we don't try something, then Amara kills all of us anyways," Dean said. "We need something Cas. This could be the thing."

Castiel sighed, letting his head fall forward for a moment before looking back up at the boys.

"Fine," Castiel threw his hands up. "Do you know how to find this thing?"

"Looks like a spell," Sam turned the book so Castiel could look at the page. "We should have everything. It's strange no one's tried-"

"Succeeded," Castiel corrected. "People have probably tried if the spell is so simple."

"Okay, good, let's get the supplies and give it a shot," Dean clapped his hands and stood up.

In a matter of minutes, the boys and their angel were back around the table and ready to start the spell.

Castiel and Dean jumped when Sam grabbed a knife and nicked his hand.

"One of us needs to be bonded," Sam explained. "Like a human compass. It feels right that it's me."

He didn't wait for the other two to respond before he started reading the spell of the book. Castiel and Dean exchanged a look for a moment.

As he finished the spell, a purple flame shot up from the bowl for a second. Sam felt his arm tingling from the wound up. He shook it out, trying to understand what it was telling him.

States over, a young girl, a college student visiting home, is sitting in a booth at a small diner.

In between page turns, she sits up straight. Her eyes flash the same purple as the flame from the spell before she snaps out of the trance.

She looks around. Everything feels different. It's like the air had shifted around her. She furrowed her eyebrows... what the hell was that?

--time skip--

Dean pulled the impala up to the curb of the street. The three of them look at the nice house. White picket fence, two stories, a garden.

"Are you sure about this," Dean asked Sam. "This seems like a pretty normal house."

Sam nodded, "I can feel it. It's here."

"Alright, let's go," Dean replied.

The three of them got out of the car and made their way up the pathway. None of them knew what fight they were going to get once they opened that door. It could've been a deadly fight. They may not have even had a chance to fight.

Still, with one last silent check with the others, Dean lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

The last thing they expected was for a girl to open the door with a wide smile. She had a white dress on with an orange cardigan over the top.

"Hello," she said happily. "What can I help you with?"

"Sam," Dean looked at his brother. Sam just nodded. He could feel it in his gut. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," the girl replied. "And you are?"

"I'm Sam," the taller man answered. "This is Dean and Cas."

"Nice to meet you," she held a hand out.

Sam awkwardly accepted, shaking her hand. They both froze, eyes flashing purple before they both stepped back from each other.

"That was weird," (Y/n) mumbled, frowning at her hand. "What was that?"

The boys looked at each other but before they could speak, there was a crash from inside the house. The girl jumped.

"Who's that," Dean asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "My parents are gone. No one else is supposed to be here."

Sam and Dean grabbed their guns before all of them walked inside.

Before they could get any answers for themselves, an angel rounded the corner and tried to grab (Y/n), who ran behind the others as soon as she saw the angel.

She stumbled backward toward the wall in shock and fear. She covered her mouth as the more angels walked into her living, not that she knew that's who they were.

Sam, Dean, and Cas were getting thrown around.

"Stop," Sam yelled as they walked toward (Y/n).

"We need something to defeat the Darkness," one of the angels said. "This is our option. Thank you for leading us to her."

(Y/n) was shaking more as she listened. The Darkness? Why was she so important to them? To the boys or the others who had broken into her house?

"Come on, (Y/n)," one of the angels had a hand out to her. She shook her head and the angel chuckled. "Fine. Make this harder."

The others came running at her.

"No," she yelled, dropping to the ground, and covering herself with her arms.

A pulse of energy shot out. The angels that had broken in had burned in front of her.

Dean, Sam, and Cas looked at each other.

(Y/n) slowly looked up from where she was.

"Hey," Sam walked over, kneeling next to her. "You alright?"

"What was that," she asked, shaking. "Who are you? Who were they? What did I do?"

"Hey, hey," Sam touched the girl's shoulders. "It's alright. Hey... how about we go somewhere to calm down? How about some food, yeah? Is there a restaurant nearby or something?"

She nodded. Sam helped her stand up fully and led her to the impala. Dean and Cas sat in the front while Sam and (Y/n) took the backseat.

(Y/n) rambled about a small diner nearby, giving Dean quick directions before falling silent again.

The four of them took a booth in the farthest back corner. (Y/n) sat leaning against the wall, Sam next to her and Cas and Dean across from her.

"Umm... do you know what you want," Sam asked quietly, making (Y/n) aware of the waitress there.

She was an old friend, "You alright, (Y/n)?"

"Yeah," (Y/n) nodded. "I'm just a little tired. Umm... can I get a cherry vanilla milkshake?"

"That it for you, dear," the waitress checked. (Y/n) nodded with a grin, playing with the end of her cardigan's sleeves.

The waitress took the other three's orders before walking away.

"Who were those people," (Y/n) asked. "Why did they break into my house?"

"Because God made you a weapon," Cas said bluntly, making (Y/n)'s eyes go wide.

"A weapon?"

"He means," Dean jumped in, "you have powers that you don't know about. That's why you were able to get rid of those angels."

"Those were angels," she tried to keep her voice down. They all nodded. "I thought angels were supposed to be good?"

"They are supposed to follow orders," Cas corrected. "Not all of them are good."

She nodded, "Are you guys angels?"

"No, well, Sam and I aren't," Dean pointed between him and his brother. "Cas is."

"Oh," she muttered. "You're not-"

"I'm not gonna force you to go to heaven to defeat the Darkness," Cas promised.

"The Darkness," she said. "What's that? Why do I need to fight it?"

"The Darkness is... kind of our fault," Sam explained. "She's trying to create a new world in her image, which includes destroying this one."

"So, how'd you find me," she asked.

Before they could answer, the waitress came back, dropping off their food and drinks. (Y/n) leaned forward and took a sip of her milkshake and grinned to herself for a moment.

The boys were so confused. This was God's weapon?

"Well, Dean and I are hunters," Sam continued once (Y/n) back over to him. "We hunt monsters. Our grandpa was part of this group, the Men of Letters. They have a book in their collection that talks about you. There was a spell that led us to you."

She nodded but furrowed her eyebrows. Monsters? God? Hunters? After what had happened today, she struggled to deny all of it but was still hesitant to believe them?

"Well, if the Darkness knows I can defeat... her... won't she be looking for me too," (Y/n) asked.

"We can keep you safe," Dean promised.

"You're sure?"

"As sure as possible," he nodded.

(Y/n) looked down for a moment, "Okay. I'll go with you. I just... I need to get some stuff from my house and tell my parents that I'll be gone."

"You can't tell them where you're going or why," Dean said. "It'll put them in danger."

She bit her lip, "If it saves them in the long run, fine."

(Y/n) asked a lot more questions that day as they ate in the diner. They told her about monsters and the big bads they had faced. Monsters' weaknesses and abilities. Their other hunting buddies. People she could trust.

Sam, Dean, and Cas trusted her immediately. They felt like they needed to. Like she was a person to rely on.

And there- over a cherry vanilla milkshake- (Y/n) watched her entire life change forever.

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I'm someone. Tell me your thoughts on trans han

Why thank you Nym, I am so glad you asked!

There are different backstories for Han. Canon, Legends, the different stories he tells, lies rolling easy off his tongue; what people whisper about him behind his back, or speculate on to his face. There's no one story about where he came from, how he grew up, that everybody can be satisfied with. His stories all have holes in them.

His hair is messy around his face; untrimmed, that awkward length that's too short to tie back but also too long not to. There are long journeys through space, just him and Chewie on the Falcon, and human hair is very much not the neatness or hygiene priority. He never grows a beard, though.

He introduces himself "I'm Han Solo, captain of the Millenium Falcon". In one story, the Sequels, he's greeted with his own name and says "I used to be". In another story, the one named after a name that is and is not his, he stands in front of a recruiter, enlisting only to survive a bit longer, and the recruiter asks his name, and he panics. He has no name to give.

In the story called 'Solo,' the Imperial recruiter tells him what his name is, and stamps the form, and Han is stuck with a legal name that torments him, that hangs around him like a chain, this name that cannot truly be his, this name that says "I am alone".

There are lots of things Han steals. He steals identities, and backstories, and tickets off of planets he just needs to leave behind and never, ever come back to. Is it so much to believe that with all he steals and he smuggles, he got hold of some hormones, too?

There are different versions, canon, Legends, about how he met Chewbacca. Was he thrown in a pit to be eaten after somebody shouted "No, he's the imposter"? Did he just see somebody being oppressed and take the chance to help him, break ranks, and flee together? He understands Shryiiiwook; he can speak a little of it. They are harsh sounds, for him; they scrape his throat raw, like a name that somebody said was his.

People call Chewbacca a monster. They don't even treat him as a person. "He's dangerous," they say, or call him "it," a pronoun that’s not his. He's Han's best friend, and they understand each other.

Han doesn't want to come back; some places are only made for leaving. He grows up calling someone "mother" and knowing that she only hurts him, despite her claims that she fed him and sheltered him. He has a girl, but it doesn't work out. He has a few boys, too, of course, and luckily they don't make problems - well, not problems he can't outrun. One of them, Luke, is like him in a way he didn't expect, though maybe he should have, with that slim frame and dark lashes and defiance that he's not a kid, he knows who he is and what's real.

And then he has another girl, and he's nervous about what her reaction will be when she finds out, but Leia listens to his half-stammered, half-blustering confession and laughs. "My parents always knew I was girl," she said, "but that doesn't mean whoever my biological parents were did." (The Force works in mysterious ways; a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, Obi-wan had quietly switched two infants, correcting the medical droid's incorrect assessment about which child was which gender.)

His name is Han, and it's not that other thing, the name he had before, whichever one it might be. Alderaan is matrilineal; he's happy to take the name "Organa," because it's his own choice.

He isn't who he used to be, and he isn't who he used to think he was. If you ask him what those things were, he won't tell you the truth - or, maybe, according to a certain point of view, it's all true. All of it.

Whatever. People change. He’s Han, and he’s the best damn pilot you ever met, and that’s enough.

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