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#anyway i was looking at jewelry and thinking about how i love certain feminine clothes but not being perceived as a girl
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I am grabbing fistfuls of dirt screaming, I am once again thinking about Dick Grayson as gender queer and how cool it would be to me
like hear me out guys  gender identity and expression are completely different things and I just think it would be so cool and epic if his gender was a huge confusing blob of things ok? like just for fun because I also know lots of people see him as just cis or maybe even a trans guy and those are completely valid! there are multiple ways to explore and enjoy a character! and its great! im glad people like him! im just really insane about him and gender, because my own gender is a fucking mess of a thing and hes a mess and god knows I love mashing things together. so like a Dick Grayson who's never felt quite right in his skin, like somethings are just off, while other things he wouldn't change is funky for me. maybe he tries on some more traditionally feminine clothes and has an oh shit that was actually super fun to wear and I liked it, or he wears some traditionally masculine clothes and feels cool in it, maybe he tries on either and feels off, maybe hes too tired to dress up but he loves bright and pattern filled clothing, maybe he tries on jewelry, and loves how it makes him feel pretty, maybe he goes out with makeup on and likes the way it makes him feel, maybe he tires different styles of makeup ranging from basic to showy, maybe he grows out his hair to try different styles, maybe he cuts his hair when he gets bored, maybe he tries dying it, maybe he doesn't get to do any of this maybe he only gets to think about it, maybe he doesn't get time to explore that maybe he can only think about it in passing when he passes by billboards and ads in the street, maybe he doesn't have any language to describe how he feels about his own body and the way he feels, maybe he doesn't need it, maybe hes longing for something to use, maybe he looks at himself in the mirror and sees all the things that dont fit right, maybe hes sees all the things that do, maybe it just feels like another thing thats wrong with him, maybe he feels like its normal and everyone feels this way, maybe he cant bring himself to look at certain areas of himself maybe he’s fine with them, maybe he wears baggy clothes to just hide from it for a bit, maybe he wears revealing things to show off, what if his gender was like a colorful mash of things, gestures, clothes, words, something just so full and alive trying to name it in all its being is too hard, its too vast. Dick Grayson being gender queer would be so neat to me, because like it gives me so many thoughts, how would he feel how would he react what even would he be? so many different things to explore with this, that and gender itself to me is like an overflowing thing made of a person its loud and colorful regardless of the identity because its part of a person and people are this loud and colorful tapestries of being. I got a bit artsy there but like it's so hard for me to explain why I like dick being gender queer so much, outside of being apart of the gender queer ball park myself. I guess it's part of the reason and maybe I want to explore him as a character and my mind usually jumps to queer shit gfbdhisnjefouf. anyway thanks for reading my insane dick rambles
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Body For Rent? (One Shot) Don X Mark OC (Your Boyfriend) (Yandere)
[Hello My Sexy Readers and welcome back to another one shot this another Your boyfriend one, with Mark as a sissy paying for rent with Romance? Who knows how this will end anyways I hope you all enjoy!]
(Mark's POV)
Don is over and I was on the phone with Lucy begging her to come back with her part of the rent. She said she would when she got to it. I knew that means never. Oh I wanted to smash my phone! But that would cost me more money so instead I look at Don. He was fixing a light bulb and how could I tell him not only could Lucy not pay her half but neither could I? My grandma had to have surgery and helping pay for the after car I had no extra money not to mention the dinner won't give me any extra hours and I already have to jobs. God what do I do?!?
But it's probably best to just tell him. So I take a deep breath as I walk over.
"U-Uh..Don..?"
"Yeah kid?"
"....uh I..I need to talk to you it's important.."
"I'm all ears." He said as he was still fixing the bulb.
"Well...Lucy hasn't paid her half of the rent for like six months, and I'm running out of money..I'm short about 100 dollars..I'm wondering, should I give you some of my jewelry or furniture so that it's not a total loss or do I move out? I can be packed next week.."
He looked down at me and stepped off the ladder. "Mark I cannot take anything from you. I care to much to do that but I can't throw you out either. You said I am a dilf right? Well do you really want to fuck me? Like giving a chance would you?" He asks
I blinked. I don't understand why he was asking that..he said he wouldn't bring up that embarrassing moment again..
"U-Uh..I don't know why you're asking..." I said softly as I looked down. "B-But..I-I mean yeah I-I would..you're a sweet guy.."
He falter a bit. Then took a deep breath. "It is hard getting back in the dating game and a man grows lonely. Would you like to stay at my place tonight?" He asks and I stare. "I will wave your rent for the month."
I stared at him was he asking if I would have sex as rent payment!? Then I thought of my grandmother I could take next weekend off and go see her with the money I have.
"Yes okay." I say and he nodded picking up the latter.
Oh shit what did I get myself into?
-Time Skip-
I sat down as I expected to come in and get fucked..but I was instead treated to a lovely dinner.
"Sorry I uh- I normally only cooked when my kids were hungry and everything, I'm not a house husband." He gave an awkward laugh.
Then after he did dishes we went to the bedroom he helps me into bed then climbs in as well turn off the lights and- spooned me? I looked at him and he almost fell asleep instantly? I grab a pillow and hit him.
"I'm awake!" He says half asleep.
"You fell asleep on me..." I whisper.
"Well that is the point how else are we supposed to sleep together." He says
Then it hit me he did not want sex... but why?
I looked away .was..I not attractive? Was I too feminine? Did he just not want sex?
(Timeskip)
Over the last two weeks I've phased out of wearing my feminine clothes, and wore masculine clothes as Don looked over at.me.
"Okay Mark, whats with the change in style?" He asked as I stood up.."well why won't you have sex with me Don?! You haven't done anything that shows you're even romantically attracted much less sexually attracted to me!" I snapped as I go to the room. I really liked don. These last two weeks confirmed it but it hurt...knowing he wasn't into me like that.
He probably saw me as some stupid kid..
I hear a knock on my door. "I am not having sex with you because your not an object! You are a person a beautiful sexy person! And I want you to want to be with me! Not use your rent as an excuse to be with you! Damnit I am in love with you Mar!" I hear him say through the door
I stopped at that. I was shocked..beyond shocked. I walked over to the door as I opened it.
"....you're not messing with me?" I asked. "No! God damn it kid, you think this is the first time.you been late on rent, if I didn't care I'd et you and that fucking dead beat figure it out on your own on the street--" I cut him off as I jumped at him as he has to catch me as I kiss his face before hesitating and kissing his lips.
He gasped but then smiled and kissed me. He walked me into my room and closes and locks my bedroom door. Then pulls away as we both pant.
"Your mind now~" He says possessively and throws me on the bed stripping his belt and tying my hands to the bed. Ass in air and him ripping down my jeans.
)Marie Has unleashed the beast XD)
I did not get time to think as he spread my cheeks spits on my anus and starts to eat my ass it. I gasped and moaned and leaned into him taking more of his tongue~ Oh god I never done this before and lord it is gooood~~~
(Don's POV)
(Don has the green light XD)
I looked down at Mark as he was seemingly already in heaven, like this was his first time getting such treatment.
I didn't think Mark had wanted me in that way but now that I know, now that I'm certain- I'm going to have him as mine. He would make a wonderful new wife and stepmom to my boys.
I shove my tongue on the way in and start tongue fucking his cute boy pussy I think the kids would call it
(hah the boy pussy I mean he isn't wrong)
(XD)
I could see him grabbing and releasing the pillow as his cock twitched, I already knew these sheets would have to be cleaned, but knowing we were the ones to mess them up so much~
I think his ass is ready and I look at him, "Front or back?" I ask.
"huh?" He asks.
"Do you want to be on your front or back?" I ask. "I want our first time special."
"I don't..."
"Just which is your favorite?"
"I-- uh that's the thing Mr.Williams uh...I've never had sex..you took my first kiss.."
I smile and kiss him flipping him onto his back and line up and kiss his chest.
"I love you.." I muttered as I remove that stupid shirt.
"I loved the way you dressed..because you liked it."
(Thank you, it's more so he loves seeing mark comfortable. I'm normally uncomfortable in men clothing unless I'm feeling more masculine, so that's why mark is like that. It's not a trans fetish, I could care less about your gender. I just have issues with my body. And those are my issues and so they are on mark as well.)
(Yes cause my co author is gender fluid and mark is her if she was a man and cross dresses for comfort not to sexalize the transgenders or anything like that)
"Really?" He asks.
"Yes you always seemed more happy and comfortable in female clothes, what ever makes you happy makes me happy"
(like I fuck in crossdressing cause I'm comfortable.)
He looked at me as he then gave a smiled.
"Aw isn't that sweet. Mr.Williams loves me." He said as I look at him. Was he mocking.me?
(Yeah! Power to my co author!)
She smiles and plays with my hand. "Have I been a bad tennat Mr. Williams? If I have you better fuck the bad out of me~"
I blush she is role playing.
And like I said before. I wasn't interested in fucking her to give her a place to stay....
Bit role play, that's a whole different story.
"You've been real bad, but I'll let it slide-Just be a good girl for me~" I purr as she smirked and was about to say something...until I thrust into her as her voice got caught in her throat, turning into more of a desperate whimper.
I smirked and and started to thrust in and out of her feeling her clench on my cock.
"No so tight~" I moan. "You need to relax baby~"
She let out a moan as she was already drooling. "I-I'm trying! I-I'm as relaxed as I can be!~" she cried out as her legs wrapped around my hips.
"Oh your just that tight you naughty thing~" I say with smirked.
She moaned as she thrust back onto my cock.
"I don't hear you complaining~" she moaned out as I could.hear the wet slap of our skin.
I was not I loved him and I could not wait to stretch his pussy out then to let it tighten again~ I love him so much. I pull him back into a kiss, not even caring that they slipped out of my belt and were running his nails across my back. I loved it and could tell she was close as I start to hit her gspot and she cums hard on my cock moaning loudly. I came inside of her as well as I collapse on her as she smiled. "I love you.."
I smile and kiss her deeply. I love her so so much and she is mine.
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honeyhellsbells · 4 years
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First love - Jumin Han fluff
This isn’t anything requested, but I liked the Jumin first date headcanons quite a lot and decided to write a little something about it. I hope you guys like it :)
Jumin was head over heels, utterly in love. Admittedly, everything seemed a little rushed but it had not taken much to make him certain when it came to his feelings. He was a serious man that demanded respect whether or not he outright said it, from the way he dressed to his posture, everything screamed dominance. And there she was, his precious little sweetheart, who never hesitated to reprimand him if he was too harsh, guided him when he did not now how to cope with his emotions and also didn't hesitate to jump up on his back when they were in private to be carried around.
If commoner life was confusing to him, she was nothing short of an enigma. How she was so well versed in aspects of his life he never thought about and absolutely couldn't understand aspect that were clearly obvious to him, it never ceased to amaze him. She enjoyed some luxuries he was happy to provide, and some she vehemently rejected, things like jewelry she didn't deem necessary or spontaneous trips to another country which he was rather fond of.
But they always managed to find a compromise, still always trudging around the more expensive side of life. Tonight things were supposed to be different though. With his measurements and credit card in hand she had gone out shopping for the day with the goal to make him blend in with her world. With the colorful and sometimes dirty world that smelled of cotton candy, greasy food, bad movies, spilled drinks and freedom.
Having been contained to his secure, comfortable and suffocating bubble all of his life, he was practically bouncing on his heels, checking his clock minute after minute, counting down the seconds until she would finally return to him. Elizabeth the 3rd twitched awake on her pillow next to him and raised her head towards the noise as the elevator pinged and opened, revealing his beloved partner. She was carrying several bags, most of them plastic unlike the sturdy paper he was used to and beaming from ear to ear.
„I cannot wait to see you in the things I got for you. I'm sure you're gonna love it.“ Knowing her, he would either look incredible by the end of this little fashion show, or would just want to throw himself head first into the fireplace. She revealed clothing item after clothing item, having made sure to give him a variety of things to chose from, most of them in muted and dark colors, some of them outrageously colorful. „You just need to try them on so I can see if I need to take something back. And so I can make sure that we match when we go out tomorrow.“
Her thoughts often mesmerized him for the simplest reasons. Was it common for people to just buy things that might not fit only to bring them back if they don't? Did couples often match their outfits? He was shook out of his train of thought when she just straddled his lap where he was sitting, realizing that he wasn't paying attention to her anymore. His hands instinctively flew to her backside where her skirt had slipped up a dangerous amount to make sure she didn't somehow fall off the sofa again.
He chuckled a little when she began to press kiss after kiss to his face, purposefully missing his lips and asking if he was listening to her between each of them. „You just never cease to amaze me. I'm sure that I will love whatever garment you have chosen for me.“ He doubted that the moment his eyes fell on a borderline neon pink polo shirt but he still trusted her decision. „How about you help me put together some outfits to try on?“
In the end they picked three separate outfits they were both happy with, all three of them with jeans in different shades of blue, one of them even distressed to the point of being ripped, paired with either a shirt and cardigan or a dress shirt. „My my...I might not be able to let you go out like that.“ She was on her tip toes, looking at him from over his shoulder as he observed himself in the mirror. „What do you mean?“ He jumped a little as her hands went straight to his butt, giving him a pat before wrapping her arms around his middle, pressing herself against his back as closely as she could. „The ladies and gentleman out there might just jump your bones if they see you looking like that. You're just too handsome I'm afraid.“ He let out a little chuckle at that before turning in her embrace to hug her against him.
„And yet I would not have anyone by my side except for you.“ They shared a chaste kiss, Jumin was still a little hesitant when it came to showing affection that went beyond hugs and cuddles, but slowly and surely they worked their way forward to get him more comfortable in their relationship. After a relatively simple dinner for Jumins standards and a few glasses of wine, he called his personal chauffeur Driver Kim to escort her home. While he had an interior designer prepare a guest room just for her, most nights she spent over when it had gotten too late, she had ended up in his bed anyway. He never really minded and found himself feeling far more rested than if he slept alone.
This night however they were bound to sleep in their own beds, only to spend the entire next day together. As the CEO in line it wasn't as easy for him to take a day off and if he did, he did intend to enjoy it to it's fullest. And tomorrow that would mean to spend a day as a commoner, roaming the shopping districts, eating cheap food from street vendors and maybe go to some sort of club to end the night, whatever tickled her fancy he would endure.
Jumin woke up feeling giddy like he never had before and when he usually dreaded leaving his bed on his days off, today he couldn't get out and into the shower fast enough. Sure, they had set a specific time at which they would meet, but keeping himself busy made the time fly by much faster. He choked down a small breakfast, texted her about his outfit choice, got some work done and finally he could head to the elevator to where she was already waiting in the lobby.
His heart skipped a beat when he laid eyes on her, dressed in a feminine version of his own outfit, with a skirt instead of pants, the same sweater in another the contrasting color and with the same beanie that was resting on his own head. „You look so cute!“ She gushed when she rushed towards him, taking a quick around his form to look at him from all sides. He grinned as she nearly bounced on her heels in excitement, much like he was feeling and pinched her cheek before taking her hand to lead her outside. „Not as cute as you.“
His excitement soon dampened a little when they approached the subway station. He had heard many things about the subway and none of them were good, causing a slight nervous ache in his stomach to build. Sure he knew that two of his personal bodyguards were not too far away, so perfectly blending into the crowd that not even his girlfriend, who knew the two men personally, had noticed them, but the feeling persisted.
„I take the subway almost every day. You're gonna be fine Jumin.“ She quickly pecked him on the cheek before she turned back to the ticket machine, feeding it a few bills for two small paper rectangles that she pocketed for him. They spent the few minutes of wait time studying the subway map, something he had never really paid attention to.
The actual train ride was almost worse than he had imagined. The smell of too many people in too little space made him wrinkle his nose, he didn't want to know what kind of diseases the pole he was forced to hold onto was carrying and he was quite sure that some of the hands that had pressed against his butt were NOT accidental.
A plus side however was that he had every excuse to hold onto his companion, who had to stand very close because of the limited space and had nothing but him to hold onto. The public cuddle time was new but not unwelcome and yet both of them were more than happy to finally leave the cramped metal contraption.
„Hm, what are we going to do first...“ She clearly wasn't in any hurry, strolling about with his hand back in hers until she had an idea, gently tugging him along. „There's some stalls around the shopping district where I live, I think you might like that!“ He sure did like it, the tiny crowded booths, filled to the brim with odds and ends, cheap jewelry and decorative pieces, to clothing and even food.
They walked up and down the street, looking at the booths with less people and returned to the others on the way back. „What about this one?“ She held a delicate bracelet in her hands, braided strings with beads and tiny bells. They jingled softly as she shook it even a little. „They have different colors so we could both get one!“ He wasn't too sure about wearing a bracelet with bells but decided to humor her and allowed her to purchase two of them.
It was an odd feeling around his wrist but watching her delight as he copied her shaking her wrist to make the bells ring made it worth it. They strolled around for about two more hours before resting a little at a small café for some much needed food and drink and by the time they had decided to leave, it was already dark outside.
„Oh we have to hurry now, I wasn't watching the time!“ She urgently tugged at his sweater as he put his jacket on, back to bouncing on her heels in impatience. They rushed by the many people heading to the nearest bar and club, almost losing his bodyguards in the throng, but soon the crowd thinned out and he saw her destination.
Once they had made their way into the park, the crowd became more dense again, but they were not heading to the center of attention anyway. The further away they got the darker it became and he quickly gave his bodyguards a sign that they would be fine for now as they climbed a hill that oversaw most of the park. „I've been coming here for a while now, they have concerts every weekend and from here you have the best vantage point and still nobody is ever here.“
They stopped at a large tree with some flat ground in front of it. She produced a blanket from her backpack, spreading it out on the ground for them to sit on. „Let's get comfortable, the band should start soon. I really like them, they play here rather often too.“ It just seemed so surreal to him, having grown up with everything he could wish for, never having to ask for anything and yet here he was, cuddling with the love of his life sitting on the ground of a park to listen to a band play in the center of it. And it was the happiest he had been in a long time, if not at all.
He had often wondered how his life would turn out, would he marry the daughter of another rich businessman, never really feeling loved despite ending up fathering an heir or two? Would he end up like his father, marrying woman after woman to get the affection he so craved but never received?
No.
He had made his decision weeks, if not months ago, but never quite sure when the right moment would present itself. Even now he felt the hard little box digging into his chest in his jacket pocket, screaming at him to finally overcome his nerves. Having her cuddling into him, her legs thrown over his to get as close as possible, he finally made up his mind. There was no need for grand gestures, not with her, nothing about their relationship was as traditional as he was taught to idolize and he was quite content with that. She looked up in confusion as he shifted and he couldn't contain his smile as her eyes grew large the moment she saw the small box in his hand.
„I have been thinking long about how I would go about this, I am so used to grand proposals that I kept thinking up occasions most fitting, writing up speeches in my mind but no scenario really felt right when I thought about you, about us. It didn't took long into our relationship for me to know that you are the one I want to spend my life with, no matter what my family or society might say.“
Her breath hitched a little and he tilted her chin up, wiping away one of the tears that had already started to fall from her lashes.
„But being with you made me realize that their opinion is not important in any thing that concerns our relationship. I was told all my life that I would end up like my father, but you showed me that even I am not only capable of loving someone but being loved as well. I intend to give you many more gifts than this ring, but I don't think there is anything greater you could ever give me than your love. I know that this relationship is not perfect, nor will it ever be but if it means that I get to be with you even a moment longer I will move heaven or hell to make you happy. I cannot think of anything that would make me happier than sharing not only everything I own with you but my name as well. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?“
He had barely finished his question when she suddenly brought him in for a kiss, her cheeks still wet from happy tears, portraying all the emotions she didn't trust her voice to carry. „Of course. Of course I will!“ They shared some more kisses, more passionate than ever before until their lips were swollen and their cheeks red. The ring fit perfectly, of course it did. It was a simple ring, gold with a small diamond in the middle, engraved with both of their names. They both marveled at the thin band for a few more moments, sharing the occasional kiss when the band announced their final song for the evening.
„May I have this dance?“ They helped each other up and embraced each other for the slow song until Jumin lifted her a little to stand on his feet, swaying and spinning the both of them along to the melody until the last chords faded into the night.
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planetofsillyhats · 3 years
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(CW: General mid-antiquity misogyny)
Today is Transgender Day of Visibility, so I'm re-upping one of my short essays about one particular trans-woman particularly worthy of visibility: Ancient Rome's loopy god-queen, Elagabalus.
Elagabalus was the 25th Emperor of Rome--and also its first Empress. Born Sextus Varius Avitus Bassianus, she was by modern standards very obviously transgender, and would probably have been delighted to be addressed as Sexta Marcellina, her proper feminine name by Roman conventions.
She was raised in Syria, and was already the head of a major state religion: the worship of the solar deity El-Gabal, whose pedigree is entwined both with Christianity and with Islam. She ascended to the throne at the age of fourteen, succeeding the man who killed her cousin Caracalla and tried to rule in his place--because this was the tail end of the Severan Dynasty, and things were starting to go downhill for Rome. She did this by personally leading the final charge at the Battle of Antioch in 218 AD, actually helping to rout the usurper’s army and claiming Imperial honors for herself that very day. Picture that for a minute: a charging Roman legion led by a fourteen-year-old girl, then the same legion hoisting her on their shields and proclaiming her Imperator. The fact that everyone thought she was a little boy doesn’t really make it any less badass.
Unfortunately, this would be both the high point of her career, and the last time she’d ever have much real power. Once Marcellina settled down, she was little more than a puppet for her grandmother, Julia Maesa, who had tremendous ambition and, as a cisgender woman, no legitimate way of fulfilling it. This gave the Empress a whole lot of spare time to explore her identity--and while her strict henotheism ruffled feathers, and she may not have made many friends in high places for possibly inventing the whoopee cushion, what really made her unpopular was her sexuality.
Romans were a fairly enlightened bunch for the ancient world; they really didn’t care about race or religion one bit. If your faith didn’t involve infringing on the rights of others, they left you be---and the only religions they ever persecuted outright were the ones that involved human sacrifice (like the druids), theft (like certain Dionysian cults who supposedly ran around the countryside naked and slaughtered other people’s cattle), or sedition (like the Christians, who didn’t just refuse to pray to the deified Emperors, but wouldn’t even pray TO their own god FOR the living ones). Their only real social vices were their class issues--which were somewhat lessened by the fact that even the Senatorial elite were little more than a rubber stamp for the Emperor--and their staggering, galloping, ludicrous misogyny.
And when I call the Romans misogynistic, I don’t mean they were “just” sexist the way most modern Americans are, with our sometimes invisible biases and quietly nasty patriarchal worldview. I mean they really, flat-out, openly despised women and anything feminine. To illustrate the difference, Americans are homophobic partly because we have often unthinkingly sexist biases that make us see sex with a man as feminine and femininity in a man as bad. The Romans had the same attitude toward homosexuality, but they were so massively misogynistic that they went and romanticized certain types of gay relationships anyway, because keeping little boys as sex slaves at least proved you weren’t mooning away over--gag--a girl. And lesbianism was considered a form of frigidity; you weren’t really attracted to women, you were just being irrational and man-hating, which could be cured by sufficiently vigorous rape.
This was not a good environment for a teenaged transgirl with unlimited executive power, is what I’m getting at.
One of the things that I think people don't think about enough with regards to the ancient world and its cast of Great Men is how incredibly young a lot of these legendary characters are. Alexander the Great, for example, was... well, first off, he was basically Genghis Khan, but we root for him because he was a rich white guy. But more importantly, he was younger than me when he conquered Persia--which explains a lot about him, like the time he got really, really drunk in 330 BC and burned down Persepolis, probably resulting in a morning-after scene that looked like Cecil B. DeMille's The Hangover. All the the legendarily loony Roman Emperors were also twentysomethings at best--Caligula was the old man of the Bad Princeps Club at twenty-five, and his reign was less about real tyranny than sexual experimentation and snarky performance art. Nero was sixteen, and reading actual accounts of his reign, it very much shows--he was dramatic, emo and bratty, and desperate for attention and approval.
Marcellina was fourteen years old, trapped in a male body, and ruling a city-state where just wearing what would be considered normal men's wear back in Syria--colorful silks, some tasteful jewelry, and a practical bit of eyeliner to keep out the sun--got her ridiculed as a foppish, Oriental despot. But undeterred by legendary Roman normative biases, she took advantage of her Imperial prerogative to do what, to my knowledge, no other person in Western history had up to that point: live openly as a transwoman. She wore women's clothing, took male lovers, and famously offered huge sums of money to any doctor or wizard who could transition her. Of course, this was the Iron Age, so nobody took her up on it, and she still had protocols and traditions to follow--so she got married, tried to produce heirs, did all the usual Pater Familias stuff. But at some point, after the first year of her reign, she seems to have just given up and, like Caligula, entered a rather mean-spirited "just fucking with everyone" phase. She executed people, gave out cabinet positions to lovers, and didn't seem to care about actually ruling anymore.
Now, Romans were really, really nasty to people who didn't fit within their sexual norms--but they also used sexual deviancy as a form of slander in itself, so it's very hard to say just how much of the legend of Elagabalus the Crazy Syrian Drag Queen(tm) is really true. It's doubtful, for example, that she actually held a banquet at which several tons of flower petals were dumped from the rafters, smothering many guests. It's a safe bet, though, to say that she didn't take her marriage vows seriously at all, and seemed to enjoy taking the mickey out of Roman sexual mores. On one occasion, she married a virgin priestess of Vesta, left her for the wife of a man she'd had executed, and then dumped her to go back to the vestal virgin--who she may have married just for the sake of a joke about siring divine children. She went through five wives over the four years she reigned--but the whole time, her true love and only real companion seems to have been her chauffeur, Hierocles, who in my mind's eye is always portrayed by Darren Criss. She wasn't allowed to marry him--there are some things even an Emperor can't do--nor was she allowed to make him her co-ruler. But she did stick with him, and it looks to me to have been genuine teenage puppy love--just about the only thing in her life that was just right.
Now, isn't this just a little bit first-world-problemy? What can really go wrong if you're the ruler of all Western civilization? Well, if you recall, I said that Sexta reigned for only four years--in 222 CE, she and her mother were murdered by their own elite bodyguards, her kid brother Alexander was installed as the new Emperor, and the Romans set about trying their darnedest to erase her from history, or at least paint her as the worst thing since the RIAA. Does her reputation as the worst ruler Rome ever saw hold water? Not really. Could she have been better? Maybe--but so could Rome.
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yukiobeyme · 4 years
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can i plssss get some trans man mc who's proudly feminine headcanons with the boys? like to where you wouldnt even think they were trans but they're comfortable with their presentation, you feel? (maybe some trans Levi and mammon maybe not who knows i dunno-)
I will admit this was a little bit of a challenge, but I wanted to take a shot at it. I looked up for reference and I relate a little because I still like feminine things, but I think I turn away from them because I find it harder to pass. So with a mix of research and some of my feelings I made these hc. Thank you for asking for these, because I tended to do an insecure occasionally secure masculine trans man, so yes let's do a trans man who is confident and doesn’t mind if he is feminine cause he still valid af. Article I looked at is
 Please let me know if any of these come off inaccurate, not LGBT friendly or can be perceived as offensive because that isn’t my goal. I’m totally open to having this conversation in the comments or privately. 
 Trans man mc who's proudly feminine
You are a transman
But you didn’t strive for masculinity
You adore being feminine
You sometimes bind but you were fine and comfortable with your chest
You didn’t feel the need to confide to people’s idea of what a man should look like
It was based on the culture of toxic masculinity anyways saying a man should be a ‘manly’ man all the freaking time. It was tiring.
You didn’t mind too much when people used the wrong pronouns, you gently corrected when you bothered but you were a man and you knew it, so it didn’t matter what others think
Lucifer:
Does have a puzzling and curious look
But completely accepts you for who you are
Asks question, being cautious to not overstep any boundaries
It was cute but also a little frustrating, but you knew he was just trying to be respectful
You finally told him that gender expression comes in a lot of different ways
Which he agreed to and then followed up with how you do it, how comfortable you were
You told him it took a few years and maybe occasionally on Earth it was hard because people are rude when they don’t understand. Like why not just be a lesbian, sometimes when you are frustrated or had enough you can get by as a gay trans man. But you came to terms with it and realized it didn’t matter what others thought. You were you and those who matter wouldn’t mind and those that mind didn’t matter
He totally gave you a small smile at that, he was really happy you felt that way and was just comfortable in your skin
He felt more comfortable to give you the occasional compliment
You would totally try and see if he wanted to test out a more feminine style simply because when he was stressed, he come and watch you do your makeup occasionally. He said your movements were really strong and confident it was relaxing.
Would never let you do it though. Except maybe one he asked about eye liner (Honestly I just want Lucifer in eyeliner tbh)
 Mammon:
Asked the most question, some borderline offensive and insensitive
But you knew it because he cared and wanted to understand
In Devildom gender wasn’t a big deal here
But Mammon knew Earth and it customizes so he was just genuinely curious
Especially how men where perceived or should act
But most of these came from a place of him being trans and did get how you could do it sometimes
Because Mammon was a model and was always desperate to ensure he passed and always looked like a manly man
Mammon couldn’t truly relate but he offered modeling experiences that he thought kinda relate
Which maybe they did maybe they didn’t
But you enjoyed spending time with him and learning more about him
He would totally shyly ask you to do his makeup, especially if you wanted to practice
Either practice a new technique, product, or look
Totally enjoys it even if he denies it
But he liked to spend time with you and he actually enjoyed some of the looks you created
He ends up asking you for eyeliner and mascara recommendations
Mammon still asked questions and liked having discussions with you
And pushes his own thoughts, feelings, and opinions
Allows himself to embrace a little more of his feminine side
But usually with a lot of encouragement from you
His was on edge when he first wore a makeup look out
It was natural but it would be noticeable to his brothers
Expecting to be teasing but only Asmodeus commented on it
Saying it looked lovely and brought out his eyes
Which after you went back behind clothes doors
Mammon would be on that high for a long time
Enjoyed to indulge himself more often
Even went as far as getting a modeling gig that allowed him to be more feminine
It was his favorite gig he had ever done and he said you being there made it that much better.
Leviathan:
Wasn’t able to contain his surprise
But was quickly stumbled through an apologize
Because he didn’t mind
If he doesn’t have anime or manga with Femme Trans Men/ didn’t already know of any, he did his research and found some for y’all to bond over
And he used it for some education purposes, but asked you if it was accurate or not
He would eventually ask of the problems you face
He would eventually come around and said he has played with this idea he could possibly non-binary, but he tended to see himself as more transmasculine/ trans man but just wasn’t sure. He just knew he hated the idea of just checking a box for his gender
He disclosed how he was he was envious of how confident you were in feminine things
You totally dragged him on a shopping trip
You bought him stuff he liked and kept it in your room so he wouldn’t feel insecure if his brothers say it.
You ended up getting him a flower crown (I’m so sorry I couldn’t resist)
But you hang out a lot more and bonded with each other over anime, manga and even makeup
Levi won’t let you do his makeup, but he enjoys watching you
He says it’s really calming
You helped him push his boundaries
And telling him it doesn’t make him less of a man by enjoying feminine things
He would tell you, you helped him a lot with confirming his identity but you would refuse to take credit
Saying all you did was encourage him and create a place where he faced no judgment.
 Satan:
You casually mentioned it to him while he was reading
He simply hummed in response
Until it seemed to register with him
He was really sweet but casually with it
He asked how much people’s opinions impacted you
You told him it might get to you sometimes but you were confident enough in your identity and appearance that at the end of the day it doesn’t matter
He ends going to one of his many stacks of books and pulled out a book before sitting down beside you
He tells you it from the Celestial Realm, but it contained information about Devildom
He flipped to a certain page and read it to you
That angels didn’t have genders and only adopted a gender when they presented themselves to humans
And then he was up again finding another people
About gender identity and expression
And how there are cultures that have similar ideas
It was really sweet honestly
He said he just wanted to make sure you felt valid and while he didn’t understand what it was like, he understood the concept and completely accepted it
Whenever there was an event that required dressed up
You would do your makeup in his bathroom
He would read to you
Totally gifted you makeup look books as well as magazines that had feminine male in them
Just small things that show he thinks about you.
Asmodeus:
Probably the most understanding
He loved embracing his feminine side, so he had a better idea than most of the brothers
Says he desperate needs more shopping trips with you
Does your makeup or asks you all the time to do it
He honestly just loves and adores it
Completely hypes you up all the time
Wants (he says it’s a need) fashion shows
But you also help him embrace a more feminine style as well
He would tell you about how he always wanted to try dresses, skirts, things that always seemed forbidden to him
While he might not wear it in public, whenever you were behind closed doors, he would occasionally wear one and do fashion shows for you
Then it was your turn to hype him up because you found out he was actually really insecure
 Beelzebub:
Beelz never questioned it,
Was your hype man
Thoroughly enjoyed watching you get ready
And seeing your style
Would totally buy you things once in a while
He stuck more towards jewelry instead of clothes
But they were still cute pieces and kind thoughts
You would incorporate every piece into your next day outfit
Beelz reaction was totally work it
You would talk about it sometimes
He would hype you up or comfort you if needed
But a lot of times you were okay, you knew when you looked good and you identify was valid regardless of what others think
Would occasionally ask questions but nothing to extreme
Definitely made sure you felt love and valid at all times
 Belphegor:
It was during lazy cuddling
Like he knew your name and how you presented yourself
But never gave it much thought
His eyes widen in surprise but went back to be somewhat shut
He told you it was all fine, all good
He made sure you felt valid and loved from his reaction
But in the moment, it didn’t go beyond that
Also lets you do makeup
Actually, you were dared to do his makeup while he was asleep
And you took the challenge
When he woke up he was annoyed at first
But later he told you, he actually liked how he looked
Eyeliner/smokey eye became a thing for him
You would talk a lot of what you thought/felt/ and your experiences
He just wanted to get to know you more and this seemed like to be an easy way to do so
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neko-shinigxmi · 4 years
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.: Summer Days :.
Mani-Neko is insecure, and Hawks thinks about how he wants to spend his future.
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   “...I never liked the summer,” they blurted out, eyes still focused on the hustle and bustle of the city below. An unexpected comment, but it caught Hawks’ attention enough to turn, a brow raising. He’d wonder where it came from, but the temperature has been going up lately... Not too much, but the humidity will be their downfall sooner or later.
   “Humidity too much for ya?” Mani-Neko is keeping enough eye out (and ear) for the both of them, so Hawks takes a break from watching life roll by to focus completely on his partner, a small smile already on his face.
   “That...and I’m tired of it. Very, very tired of it.” A pause, a certain pain coming into their eyes. “...Actually, I’m getting pretty tired of everything, Hawks.” That part surprises him; he’s always known Akira’s taken life pretty hard over the years- he’s seen it personally enough times to get the idea- but the pure pain that’s seeping in this time...
   He didn’t notice the buildup. And that’s where the guilt kicks in.
   “Hey, kitten... I’m so-”
   “Don’t be,” they say, cutting him off. A sigh leaves Mani-Neko, standing up, though not meeting his eyes. It’s fine for now- they function better not looking at people sometimes- but Hawks already knows it’ll make him nervous soon enough. He wants to see their eyes... See the pain and try to help. “I...I didn’t tell you. You would’ve had no way of knowing.”
   But he should know. He can’t help but feel he needs to be able to read those eyes better than anyone else.
   “...Is it anything I can help with?” They laugh in that breathless, sad way that makes his heart hurt. The sound of the defeated and exhausted. When Mani-Neko’s been cornered by their own thoughts...a villain so tough, not even speedy Hawks can defeat it.
   It’s so frustrating, but... There’s things he can do to soften the blow. He knows this. It’s all the more frustrating that they have to wait to get there, though. Waiting’s never been an option for Hawks, as long as he could help it.
   “Take over the rest of the shift?” Mani-Neko finally asks, voice soft and uncertain. “I...kinda want to rest at home. Focusing is-”
   “Say no more,” he assures, stepping closer and pulling Mani-Neko into a one-armed hug, kissing their forehead. (He’s always liked that about their hair; perfect for forehead kisses.) “Go home, baby. I’ll be there soon.” It’ll be easier to round up on, too. Solo-work means flying as much as he pleases for patrol. Much as he loves his baby, being grounded for too long makes him itch for movement.
   They nod, sighing out some of the stress...and press a kiss into his neck before they go. After that, Hawks is alone, and free to patrol as he pleases.
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   Hawks is still flying on patrol when a certain glow of lights catches his eyes, pausing in his sweep to stare. A jewelry store...huh? Things like that have never really caught his eye before- and what jewelry he has typically came from what few modeling gigs he picked up in the early days to bolster his name, from the rings to the custom watch.
   Now, however... He watches a couple exist the store, talking happily about something. Though with the bright smiles on their faces and exciting chattering, it’s not the biggest secret on what they probably went there for, though...
   It gives Hawks pause, watching from above...and sharp eyes noticing movements in a nearby alley. Seems that couple wasn’t the only group who wanted to go shopping... It’s just such a shame these guys don’t seem intent on paying, if the dark clothing and masks are anything to go by.
   Dealing with them is almost too easy: first go the feathers to pin them against the brick, then Hawks swooping down himself, subduing anyone he missed or who was strong enough to get away... The bigger guy- the muscle or the leader...?- gives him a bit of trouble, but a smaller size and far more speed hands the win in his favor.
   After which, Hawks steps into the establishment, to the confused gazes of the workers and customers.
   “No problems, just helped you guys avoid trouble,” he assured, waving a hand casually with an even more casual smile. His eyes sweep over the store until he spots the rings, walking further in with no hesitation. “Cops’ll be on their way soon to pick them up...but in the meantime, could I get a recommendation on a ring?”
   The silence was quickly filled with shocked gasps.
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   Akira was still up by the time Keigo got home, landing on their balcony with long-practiced ease and a newfound weight in his pocket. Unsurprisingly, his partner had already taken residence on the couch, watching videos off of the internet while mindlessly eating chips. Though judging by the paper plates he sees on the table, there had been other food involved at some point early on. Nice to know they’d extended their interests to other foods and not just chips.
   “Hope you’ve been eating healthy,” is how he decidedly calls attention to himself, opening the sliding glass door and stepping inside. As a point and testament to how much of a badass, gives-no-fucks his datemate is, they simply tossed another chip in their mouth before responding.
   “I eat healthy enough. Better, actually, since you’ve moved in.” A moment of pause as they swallow the remains of chip, giving up on the bag for now to focus on and talk to him. “Patrol go well?”
   “Quiet and happy for it,” he admits, a small smile on his face as he takes off his boots, taking them in hand and walking over to set them by the doorway. “Stopped a small group from jewelry theft.”
   “Oooohh, a classic. I’m surprised criminals still do that,” Akira remarked, an ear flicking. “Anything else?”
   “We’re past our bedtime, maybe?” Keigo grinned at that one, leaning over to swipe the bag of chips from their arms, ignoring the gasp that sounded and the pleading whines for him to give it back. “Clean up the table, baby. And brush your teeth, okay~?”
   “...You’re terrible.”
   “You only say that because I upkeep the rules,” he shot back with a soft laugh, picking up the abandoned clip off of the kitchen counter, rolling the bag up to clamp closed. Quietly pleased when he heard soft rustling; the sound of Akira listening to him and cleaning up as he asked.
   Getting ready for bed went on without incident. Snarky comments and hilarious retorts going on as usual, Keigo having to hang up his jacket for the night. Hesitating...but unsure. Was it even a good moment? Did they even want to...?
   He hung his coat quietly, then went back into the bedroom to get changed into his pajamas.
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   “Called out of work for a spontaneous date...? I never thought you the type,” Akira hummed, arm in his. People gasped and crooned, took pictures as they would...but to their credit, Akira handled them so much better these days. Much as Keigo was loathe to admit it, most people ended up tying his image to them. The only reason their heritage was put aside, as much as early-days rumors went flying at how Hawks was going to experience “abuse” at the hands of his new, public lover. How he would surely be screwed over by that--
   He needed to stop thinking about that. It always pissed him off so much remembering how nosy and assuming the press had gotten when the news leaked. Here, Keigo had been trained by the best how to wear masks and appear personable and friendly to the public... Be anyone they needed him to be.
   But at that one moment in time, Keigo had considered some pretty unherolike stuff if it meant clearing Akira’s name.......but considering it would’ve put BOTH of their images in the trash to do so, he spent more time around them, calmed down, and then took it to the press himself. Together. Just so they could handle the media onslaught.
   Damn, it’d been embarrassing to have been shown up so easily by Akira...but he was damn proud of them, too.
   Ah, anyways. Akira benefits, they’re better off, and people love them. That’s fine, isn’t it? It’ll have to be.
   “It’s a day well deserved,” he hums, sending a few feathers out to help some lady who’s dropped her groceries. Much as he’d love to help everyone, as per usual...he can’t waste too many today. Gotta keep his wings together for a flight later.
   “It is...but you’re such a work addict, you know,” Akira points out, a brow raising. “What changed?”
   “Oh, just some thoughts I’ve been having...” As of a few weeks ago, on and off, but who’s keeping track? Surely not him, who’s pocket is once again burning as hot as Endeavor’s flames.
   “I won’t let you keep spoiling me like this, you know.”
   “Oh, you will. Especially today.” Akira’s steps stutter a bit, looking up at him in bewilderment. Even-footed as she is, that threw them off harder than expected. Especially today...? What does that even mean?!?
   “Wh-?”
   “Oh, here we are~! Just where I wanted us to be.” And yet, before they can ask, he’s stopped them in front of a fashion store...? Their eyes widen and stomach drops in sudden, deep embarrassment; they’ve brought this up to him before in passing, mentioning how they’ve always wanted to dress cuter- more feminine- and though Keigo’s been covering bases on the masculine side... They never thought...
   He drags them in, despite their flustered protesting, and for a brief, tiny moment......they’re kinda glad Keigo never listens.
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   “I can’t believe you made me dress cute just so we could go hiking,” Akira huffs, tail flicking as they scale the mountain ever-higher. It’s more like...a steep hill- just small enough to barely count as an actual mountain- but at the rate their going... A lot of view is about to open up before them, regardless. “For someone with a Quirk that allows him to fly- No, I’ll just say it: this is so out of character for you, Kei.”
   “I have my reasons for it!” He laughs, hand firmly in their’s. Not even minding the sweat that gathers there from the cooling temperature compared to their warm bodies or the exertion on either side. “You’ll see. Just give it some time.”
   It’s easy to miss their grumbles, Keigo- at the moment- at tad more focused on working out his stress than his datemate’s obliviousness. Granted, it’s likely for the best; he risked enough pulling a last-minute “how are you on marriage” bit that he can’t believe gave away absolutely nothing of his plans.
   “Marriage? A weird time to ask...” They’d muttered over lunch, confused, but rolling with it. “I used to really want to get married as a kid, actually. However... I guess faking my identity curbed my fierce desire to get married by a lot; couldn’t exactly get married, if I wanted to keep hiding who I really was. But it’s never gone away in full. It’s just a matter of figuring out how I want my life to go and how hero work fits into that...”
   Well. Hero work can be figured out another day. For the moment, Keigo feels like doing something that’s only been becoming more and more obvious the more time passes...
   As expected, the view is gorgeous. The nature in the area is without compare...and the flowers in the distance only add to it. Farther out, even, the rice fields in eye-pleasing patterns. The wind cools them off of any worked up sweat, but Keigo needs to pull in his wings more to avoid being buffeted too harshly. Last thing he needs is his wings dragging him away in such an important moment.
   “Well... It’s definitely worth it,” they murmur, green eyes taking on a new light as she peers at every last flower and tree their eyes can pick up. It’s adorable, how greedy their eyes are for the sight...but that’s not why Keigo brought them up so high.
   His hand slips into his pocket, heart rate officially picking up a stressful, worrying amount. But he forces himself to ignore it, pulling out that box, taking a deep breath...and turning to face Akira. Stepping back so he could go down on one knee... Watching their eyes widen in shock, mouth falling open at the pose alone.
   The way their breath (and heart) picked up when he lifted up that little, dark green box.
   “I don’t know how this went unexpected,” he said, giving a breathless laugh. “But I asked how you felt on marriage earlier for a reason... Cause I never thought much about it until you. You made me start thinking about how much I want a little band on our fingers. How much I want a private ceremony for us...or maybe a public one, if you’re ready for another paparazzi showdown.” He grinned a little more as they clasped their hands over their mouth. Good reaction? Bad reaction? Fuck, he can’t even tell and it’s stressing him out.
   ...Might have to wonder if smiling is a stress reaction of some kind. Hmm.
   “What can I say? Wanna spend my life with you the old fashioned, official-by-the-law sort of way... What do ya say?” Well, he can only hope for an answer as he opens the box to reveal the ring inside. A simple band for now (he’s going to surprise them with the fancy shit at the wedding), but engraved on it all manner of the sweet nicknames he’s called them in their time with him...and with one of his smaller feathers tucked under the band. (A bit of a reference to one of their favorite games, if a red feather instead of blue.) Though fighting back tears at the sight of the ring now before them...
   Akira manages to nod, muttering a chocked up “yes” through what’s likely about to be a sob. It’s an immediate relief on all the stress that’s built up, wings spreading open in joy despite the wind blowing around them, accepting the pull against his body as he scoops them in for a tight, delighted hug. One of the rare times he’s been filled with laughter, burying his head into their shoulder.
   A snap sounds as the box closes, clutching it tight as his wings unfurl a little wider....and flap them into the sky, grinning so wide it hurts at that familiar little squeak of surprise from his now-fiance. Only spurred on with how hard they hold him, the soft tears of happiness, and feeling their heart beat just as strongly as his.
   They’ll be okay... He’ll be okay, knowing he’s got a home to come back to no matter what. To a partner who’s always had his back and can hold their own. He’ll be able to help them even more, spoil them whenever he wants...be there for them whenever they need him. Keigo... He’ll give them one of his feathers. To keep. Fuck, anything they want.
   “I love you, Akira,” he murmured, face pressing closer into their neck. Relishing in the simple pleasure of calling them by their first name...especially when he knows their last name will be his soon, too.
   “I love you, too, Keigo... So, so much.”
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ionizedyeast · 4 years
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since I know there’s some nibbles for a proper post about Shiloh, without me posting an ask, here’s what I wrote in my OC discord:
Name: Shiloh Morris...or was it Morris Shiloh? Oh they don’t remember. What’s it matter anyways
Pronouns/Gender: No/Pointy Stab Hands/Sad Kazoo Music, they/them
Apparent Age: 26? Maybe? Might be older. Might be younger. Hard to guess.
History: One day. Shiloh just *was*. Simple as that. It might be that Shiloh was the product of another Sannikov Land. It might not. It’s just that one day Shiloh was not. And then Shiloh was. Simple. It’s been such a long time, they don’t really remember anymore. They just know that they are, they were and they will be for some time. They like to lurk in reflections and mirrors and anything that shows an image back at the viewer. They like the idea that they can make you look different and unnatural. But just enough to terrify, but not enough to drive you mad. Or do they. They’re not sure. They’re here for the fun of it all, truly. The more someone is on edge and the more someone is littered with paranoia, the more fun Shiloh has. That’s how it should be. What’s the point of a little bit of chaos if you can’t enjoy yourself. A downward spiral is a slide after all, might as well enjoy yourself.
Shiloh is a Distortion of reflections and surfaces. They are a Distortion of the physical world. Anything that can shuffle the appearance of things around others is where Shiloh excels. Mirrors. Cameras. Windows. Screens. They don’t care much for doors. Doors can be closed. And of course a mirror can be covered. A window can be smashed. A camera can have its lense capped. A screen can be turned off. But that doesn’t cease them from reflecting. This Distortion is all about the reflection of a reality you cannot touch. They travel through glass more often than not. The spiral shows up as parlour of mirrors, endless and constantly changing the appearance of those who enter. If someone is so skilled to reach the center of their spiral, they will see the one mirror that shows them without any blemish -- but is this really who you are? Hard to say. You’ve passed by so many selves in this journey through Shiloh’s parlour it’s hard to tell. Now, you have an option. You can go back into the world. Confused. Unsure. Questioning who you are with no real way to find out the answers about what you is the real you. Or you can stay here. And you can search for answers. 
The world outside is so twisted and cold and unfeeling. But at least here in the Parlour? At least it’s a contained sort of twisted. It’s pleasant here. You can be whoever you want. And no one will judge you.
That being said -- Shiloh is chaotic. They’re here to watch. Here to play. It’s a game. And you’re all the players.
Appearance: Shiloh’s gender is No. Their gender is also Pointy. Their gender is also sentient hair. Their gender is also Oh look at these pretty hair clips I think I shall wear them. And their gender is also Stay here with me forever and you will never, ever be sad ever again, I promise.
Shiloh is a rather small Distortion. They come from a Pocket Spiral owned by a certain middle aged Beholder Avatar and well. Despite what Beck realizes, Shiloh comes and goes as they please. They can simply pass through anything with a reflective surface because they are vain and like looking at themselves. That being said. Shiloh is not agender. Shiloh’s not non-binary. Or genderfluid. Or genderqueer -- the legitimately have no gender. Or sex for that matter. They stand about average height, hard to tell exactly. Somewhere between 5’6” and 5’8” depending on how they’re positioned. They have a more classically feminine build -- slim shoulders, smaller waist, larger hips but they appear to have a more masculine chest and legs. There is legitimately no way to tell what they seem to prefer. And they choose to keep things that way. And should you ever see them without clothes. Smooth. There is nothing. Nothing at all. Like a barbie doll. Or a ken doll. You know what. Like a doll. Much better.
Shiloh keeps their hair long. Much like Michael they have a lot of hair. But they keep it tied back in a pony tail. It’s silky, a bit shimmery (they like reflective things, after all) and somewhat peach colored. It’s a gingery pinkish beige but oh boy its a pretty color. It seems to curl and writhe a bit if you look too long at their hair, and -- did it just move? Like a tentacle? Yes. Yes it did. It’s sort of sentient. It acts like tendrils, coiling and wriggling on their own, and Shiloh often regards their hair as being like extra limbs and often encourages people to brush and touch their hair. Maybe they want to capture people in their hair. Or maybe they’re just vain. The answer is yes.
They love color, however, they don’t wear a lot of it. They’re often seen in all black. Usually a mock turtleneck -- sometimes long sleeved, sometimes short -- and slim fitting black pants. But because of their adoration of color, they are often seen in many, many brightly colored accessories. Usually hair clips or jewelry. But the color tones vary. Some days are neons. Others are jewel tones. Some days are pastels. They love color. And the more the better. They love things like fireworks, light shows, raves and the store Claire’s. They love whatever is flashy. 
Their eyes are bizarrely gentle. A pale shade of pink? Or maybe it’s purple. Blue? Can’t really tell but it always seems to complement what they’ve accessorized with. Oh and nails? They love decorating their nails. Unless, of course. They think they might break one. But that’s what makeup’s for. They don’t wear much but when they do? It’s quite striking.
Oh and btw. They have a forked tongue. Just a lil fork. Just a lil. Check it out. It’s wiggly.
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murasaki-murasame · 5 years
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Thoughts on Fruits Basket 2019 Episode 12: “You Look Like You’re Having Fun”
My brain’s still kinda fried from the Sarazanmai finale, so my thoughts might not be super coherent or detailed this week, but I still wanna write up my thoughts on this new Fruits Basket episode, especially since it was even better than I expected it to be.
Thoughts under the cut. [Spoiler warning for the whole manga]
I think I’ve said before that by this point we’re in the midst of a fairly good stretch of episodes where the reboot is going to be very similar to the 2001 anime in what material it covers in each episode, and that continues in this one, as I figured.
This episode covers chapters 19 and 20 of the manga, which is the same as what episode 13 of the 2001 anime covered, and from what I remember of that version, the two versions are pretty identical in how they just adapt the manga 1:1, so there’s nothing particularly noteworthy there. I think episode 13 of the 2001 anime was one of the relatively few times where I think they actually did a good job of preserving the emotional depth and darkness of the manga, but I still think this episode did an even better job.
I’m kinda meh about the whole first half [since I’ve never really been the biggest fan of the part of the manga to begin with, which I’ll get into in a minute], but the whole second half with Akito was fantastic. It had been heavily teased at in some of the PVs we’ve gotten, but it still managed to be even more disturbing than I was expecting. It’s not like they added in anything that wasn’t in the manga [aside from a short flashback to that one time Akito had a mental breakdown and painted Yuki’s room black, which I don’t think had been hinted at this early in the manga], but it just executed the material really perfectly. [Though I think the bit at the start of the episode with Tohru seeing Akito’s car pull up at the school might have been a new scene]
The improved voice acting and animation really help drive home the extent of Yuki’s trauma in particular. Even though this is like the billionth time I’ve seen this scene in some form or another, it still kinda shook me, lol.
This whole part also really goes to show how important Tohru is as a person to Yuki, and also to all the other zodiac members in general. She’s someone that’s willing to stand up for him, and to give him happy memories to help outweigh his bad ones. Especially with his whole monologue near the end, I think the badminton scene is probably where he first becomes at least subconsciously aware of how he’s seeking out a mother’s love from her.
Come to think of it, it’s kinda funny how recently we’ve been in a bit of a pattern of going from a fun episode to a more dark one, and so on. It’s not a complaint or anything. I think it does a nice job of not spending too much time in a row on a particular emotional tone. And that sorta pattern should hold up with how the next episode is gonna be Ayame’s introduction, and after that we should get Momiji’s backstory and the grave visit.
And on the note of Ayame’s intro being the focus of the next episode, I’m still curious to see if they incorporate the part where Tohru and Yuki visit his shop in chapter 36 into it, or if they’ll just stick to adapting chapters 21-22 alone, and leave that other chapter for later. I don’t think it’d change much one way or another, but still.
Anyway I guess I gotta address the elephant in the room and say that I’m just not really a big fan of the material covered in the first half of this episode. I don’t hate it, but I just don’t like it as much as like 99% of the fandom seems to.
For one thing, that one Tohru-Kyo scene has always stuck out to me as being a little too . . . generic shojo romance-y for my tastes. It’s one of those few moments where the series unironically indulges in Kyo’s Bad Boy Aesthetic [tm] and it just doesn’t work for me. But I obviously get why lots of people love it.
The part that I’m more annoyed at is the whole sequence with Haru and Momiji’s outfits, and I feel like it’s something that I need to add a whole list of disclaimers to so that people don’t misunderstand me, lol. I just feel like it’s a really good example of how Takaya’s heart is genuinely in the right place when it comes to some of the more progressive sentiments in the series, but the specific angle she approaches certain things at leaves a really bad taste in my mouth, especially when you think about the story as a whole and how things end up.
Specifically I just have issues with how Momiji’s cross-dressing is handled. The part with Haru is fine and I definitely appreciate the whole point of how whether or not someone wears jewelry and piercings and stuff has no inherent bearing on their personality, though the whole bit with him dragging Makoto off to the bathroom, uh . . . maybe hasn’t aged well, lmao. But anyway, I feel like the whole thing with Momiji seems perfectly fine on the surface, but the more you think about it in the context of the whole story, the more it feels uncomfortable.
The message that he should wear whatever he feels comfortable wearing is completely valid, but I just dislike how the story goes about it by saying that ‘it’s fine because he looks good in it, and he’s going to dress normally when he grows up anyway’. There’s a lot going on between the lines here, but I just think it’s really shitty and deceptively regressive that they justify it by pretty much saying ‘don’t worry, it’s just a phase, he’ll grow out of it and dress like a “normal man” later on anyway’. Which is bad enough on it’s own, but then we actually get to see him grow up later in the manga and he definitely does seem to unceremoniously switch to more conventionally masculine fashion because . . . it’s what’s expected of him, I guess? It’s not like he ever seemed to lose interest in wearing feminine clothing, he just stops wearing it after he hits his growth spurt, and it’s framed as something natural and inevitable.
Even the sentiment of ‘he looks good in it, though :)’, in the context of the series as a whole, carries this uncomfortable undertone of ‘it’s fine because for the moment he’s short and looks sort of “like a girl” but once he gets taller and looks more “like a man” he’ll obviously start dressing like one’. It’s the sort of thing that seems like a genuinely progressive and accepting message about how we shouldn’t judge people for the clothes they like to wear, but if you look closely there’s an asterisk and a whole paragraph of fine text at the bottom of the page about how it’s actually only acceptable to cross-dress as a man if your body type, height, etc, make you look ‘like a girl’ in the first place, and that once you hit puberty you should dress like a man because feminine clothing ‘doesn’t fit you anymore’.
In general this series has some weird recurring hang-ups about the specific idea of ‘men wearing girl’s clothing’, to the point where it comes up in different ways with at least three different characters. I know it’s something that a lot of people in the fandom don’t like hearing negativity and complaints about, but I’m not gonna shut up about this, lmao. Y’all just have to deal with the fact that this series isn’t perfect and that I’m allowed to criticize it while also really liking other parts of it.
And on the general note of how the series kinda drops the ball when it comes to pretty much everything to do with gender presentation, this episode brings us another round of the fun game known as ‘the Fruits Basket fandom is in shocked-pikachu.jpg mode at the fact that pretty much every new fan immediately “““figures out”““ that Akito’s a woman’. I wonder what gave it away? Was it that unavoidably female voice? The feminine/androgynous character design that’s explicitly compared to Yuki who’s already meant to look like a girl [apparently]? The fact that we’ve only ever seen Akito wearing either the sort of kimono that at least from a Western perspective would seem very feminine, or this tight-fitting turtleneck sweater? The fact that she’s had romantically/sexually charged moments with at least one or two dudes, which for better or worse ends up making most people view her as being feminine? The fact that like 90% of the dialogue referencing Akito ends up not even using gendered pronouns in the first place? I wonder what could have possibly lead to people naturally assuming that Akito’s a girl and glossing over the, like, five lines of dialogue thus far that even use he/him pronouns toward her, lmao.
One way or another, Akito being a girl has always been the biggest non-twist of the entire series, and the fact that it’s so obvious and that the only reaction new fans have to it is pretty much just ‘oh ok I didn’t really think it was meant to be some kind of shocking surprise or anything’ really just spells out how it’s not even meaningful or interesting as a twist anyway, and that knowing about it from the start does absolutely nothing to hinder anyone’s enjoyment of the series. It’s honestly hard to even tell for new fans that we’re even meant to feel convinced that Akito’s a man, with how little effort the series ever puts into ‘hiding’ her true gender.
I probably sound angrier about this than I am, but mostly I’m just baffled that even though the manga’s been over for like 15 years, people still don’t realize how incredibly lame and shallow this whole plot point is. Like seriously, y’all, what could the reboot have even DONE to actually lead to it not being super obvious that Akito’s a woman? Unless they outright changed her character design to be a lot more masculine, the only thing they could have done would have been to give her a male voice actor, which was almost certainly never going to happen for obvious reasons. I guess what I’m saying is that it’s not like it’s the reboot’s fault that things turned out this way. There’s only so much they reasonably could have done. And even though I haven’t heard much of Akito’s new dub voice, I think Maaya Sakamoto actually does a very good job at sounding androgynous/masculine, and in general her voice work in this episode was really effective and disturbing. I think she’s one of the most masculine-sounding female VAs they could have gone for [aside from maybe someone like Romi Park or Megumi Ogata, but I don’t know if they would have fit Akito very well]. I guess it mostly just bugs me that people are blaming the reboot for something that’s 90% just them following the manga.
Anyway, in spite of my gripes [which are more about the fandom and the series as a whole], this episode was still super good in and of itself, and had some of the most effective voice acting and music that the entire reboot’s had thus far. It’s very obvious why new fans in particular would really really like this one, and for the most part, I do too.
Also, Haru t-posing when he sees Yuki and running over to tug on his shirt is still the most Iconic [tm] thing ever, don’t @ me.
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adlunametadastra · 5 years
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Confession.
I have said in the past that no man (that I am attractive to) has ever told me that he loved me. 
That was a lie.
Back in...2011 (ish), I had a male friend (a Socialite New Yorker; dad was a Lawyer who had his own law firm, and his mother was an english teacher) whom I had a crush on. He was light brown skin (think a bit lighter than Anthony Mackie), slim fit, strong AF, wealthy, connected, and brilliant. 
He invited me to a movie, to see I think it was the Adrien brody Alien movie. Anyways, I spent the night at his place (no funky business, he went to a friends house to play video games because New Yorkers apparently don’t sleep) and the next day was his birthday. His friends wanted to take him to Six Flags New Jersey but his GF at the time (hence why there was no funny business) wanted something else and she was fussing. I told him, as this is honestly what I believe and how I feel, that a person’s birthday is the one day out of the year in which they can demand what they want (within certain reasons and limits) from their loved ones and close friends and it shouldnt be vetoed. They should do it. That is when he agreed and then told me, in these exact words WHILE NEVER LOOKING IN MY FACE:
“You are amazing and I love you, and I’m not gonna say that again.”
All I could manage to say in return was “uuuumm ok”, as I was nearly stunned into silence. But here is where it gets...real.
In the next week or two, he had an event to go to (as I mentioned, he is a socialite) and, knowing that he had told me what he told me, he went with his (at the time) ex because she “made him look good, looked good on his arm.” Aka, she was skinnier (I was, at the time, about 245lbs and she was about 110lbs soaked and in heels), more glamorous, and not as smart (she called London a country).
In other words, this man, the first time I had ever heard those words, told me this while also relaying to me that while he did in fact love me, I also was not good enough to be seen with him out on his social events calendar.
Yes. You read that right. He loved my humor, brain, and personality, but at the end of the day, I was (at that time) too fat and not feminine/girly enough to make him look good.
Fast forward to today in which I might only weigh 10 or 15lbs less than what I did, but I instead shrank in inches and clothing/shoes/accessory (jewelry) sizes which causes my “hourglass” figure, though still doughy as I might be. Its situations like this that have me concluding that I do not want a serious relationship. I do not want hookups. I do not want marriage/kids. I just want to have fun, get intimate, make connections, have some damn amazing sex, and live my life. I know how incredibly difficult of a person that I am, so no need now to tell me that you love me because I don’t need it and I will not ever believe it, or you. 
Besides; I already love myself too much to let anyone else inside.
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hopevalley · 6 years
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I was thinking recently about what exactly the “magic” of S1 is, and I decided to quickly dissect a scene to try and explain it as I see it.
The following scene is from Episode 1.5 The Dance. It’s a more upbeat scene, being the actual dance part of the episode, but it has a lot going on in it, and I think it’s a lovely example of what made S1 feel like a completely different show than our current one in S5.
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First, we have the lighting. The hairstyles.
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The clothes! More hairstyles!  Younger, more “available” women at this point in the show are wearing their hair partially down.
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These are people’s Sunday Best Dresses, okay. These are the some of, if not the finest clothes they have. When we look at Mr. Bakkus we can even see holes in his jacket.
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And we have Elizabeth showing up outdressing literally everyone there.
So as far as the clothes/hairstyles go, we get that huge difference between the widow whose husband made the most money (Abigail, since Noah was Gowen’s right-hand man), and, well, everyone else. That detail on Abigail’s blouse means it’s a nicely-made piece, and it wouldn’t surprise me one bit to know it was the nicest thing she had in her closet.
But when Elizabeth shows up, we see how she outclasses even Abigail by a large margin--and it’s not just because she’s dressed very feminine (while Abigail is dressed rather matronly); no, it’s because she has yards more fabric (enough she has to hold it up), short sleeves, gloves, and expensive jewelry, too.
The only thing “missing” from this scene is the room reacting to Elizabeth, but I feel pretty sure it was intentional. The point of this part of the scene isn’t the fact that Elizabeth outshines everyone (though she does, and perhaps later could feel awkward about it). The point is that we see these people who have suffered so much...take part in something nice.
Abigail and Mr. Bakkus dance the waltz together. She lost her husband and son; he lost his best friend and blames himself. They’ve both suffered a lot. There is no romantic overture to Abigail’s suggestion of a dance, nor in his acceptance of her proposal. It’s just this really nice moment where two people who are hurting take a step toward something like recovery and allow themselves to just enjoy something--in this case, a dance.
It’s the same for the other people in the room, too, especially the women who have lost someone recently. Florence accepts a dance but she’s not ready to move on, not any more than Abigail is at this point. It’s just this small moment where all these aching souls make an attempt to start moving forward and doing things that might make them happy for a little while.
And then we get Caleb.
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Caleb, who shows up in his father’s suit to this dance and cuts in on Mr. Graves without making a big fuss about it. Mr. Graves steps away and lets the boy have some time with his mom.
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And the first thing Caleb says?
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And this is the focus of the last half of the scene. This little boy who misses his father and doesn’t understand why he had to die or how his mother could be replacing him, especially so soon.
Caleb doesn’t understand finances or his mother’s worries. He just wants to think about his father and talk about his father and not forget that he is still, in many ways, very much a part of his family. He’s a kid who is acting like a kid, thinking like a kid, and reacting to everything like a kid. He’s not ashamed or embarrassed to be here in a suit that’s twice his size. He’s only thinking of how much he misses his father and how much he wants to remember him right now.
So he dances with his mom in memory of his father & in his father’s place.
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And the show lets it be the focus.
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Florence stops dancing to watch.
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And so does half the room.
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And they’re just thinking of one another. 
This was such a touching and sweet scene. It wasn’t long, but it felt meaningful. This was a step Caleb needed to take to help him cope with his father’s death. It was an action that told Mary there was something that maybe she wasn’t doing (talking with Caleb enough about his father).
It managed to be and do a lot of things while just...existing like this. Small and sweet and non-intrusive. It didn’t force anyone else’s narrative to orbit these two characters. Elizabeth is wrapped up in her dance with Billy Hamilton. Plenty of others are still conversing and not looking at what’s happening.
So it manages to be the focus without bullying other characters or narratives into making way for it. It just...is. Definitely one of the best-done scenes like this in the series IMO.
Again, this scene gives us a lot!
it feels dark, so it’s easy to believe it’s an evening dance
there are no younger children so clearly it’s for a certain age range
everyone is wearing their best clothes so you get a good idea of their financial situations
the music is really simplistic and imo adds to the atmosphere of this quaint little town’s limited resources
the decorations are nice but not expensive looking or too over-the-top (and probably recycled from other town functions lbr)
no forced focus onto Elizabeth’s entry; it’s allowed to just happen quietly!
no forced focus onto Caleb’s entry; it happens gently and only a few people notice and are moved by it, probably thinking of their own children or what it means, because the boy is obviously wearing his father’s clothes.
again the focus of the scene being on moving forward, on helping characters move through and past their grief and grieving. of taking the time to show in these little heartbreaking ways how loss can affect a person and make them feel. the kids aren’t neglected. they’re just allowed to be kids.
fallout occurring from a canon decision to do something drastic, i.e., this was back when it felt that if something happened, there were real consequences that the characters would have to deal with. in this case, mary decides to try and move on with dewitt, and deals with the way this impacts her son & his relationship to her.
Good stuff. It’s not a long scene, it’s not in-your-face. It doesn’t try overmuch to force you to feel anything. 
But it manages to matter anyway--to the story and the characters. And I think it adds to the overall feeling of the show and manages to really capture what made this show feel meaningful in S1.
By the time we got to S5, things were a lot more forced, I think. We rarely get sweet, wholesome scenes that feel fully in-character and reasonable considering the circumstances. But here in S1 we got things like this that just...felt right. At least, I think so.
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allbeendonebefore · 6 years
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Caroline and Edith: A Brief Intro
I figured I don’t talk enough about the gals so I will do so here because i can’t concentrate and wanted to write about them for like a year
about: the concept of nyo characters and 2p characters is a thing in canon hetalia and the fandoms- i’m not terribly fond of 2p as its been characterized by the fandom (as sort of two dimensional ‘bad’ versions) and have only treated it jokingly thus far, but i have for whatever reason been curious about gender bending/sliding/swapping. I personally like personifications to /mean/ something and not simply give them a different gender, so I personally have thought of nyo and on occasion 2p personifications as different aspects of one city. In the case of ‘fem ed’ and ‘fem cal’, they represent former municipalities that are absorbed into existing ones. Some people do this with their nyo!characters, some people don’t, it’s just a personal preference of mine that I think gives an extra dimension and twist to just popping existing characters into different clothes. Basically, they look similar after having lived together so long (the joke being that to people outside the city they are basically the same thing) and they have a sort of adopted sibling relationship though they are not biologically related. 
and now the gals
fyi i know more off the top of my head about edith because i’m a u of a alumna and grew up on the south side literally on campus so therefore a little biased :^) Do i have interest in creating nyo characters for other alberta ocs? idk - i have a slight interest but idk if i have the time or energy to invest in characters who aren’t as familiar or immediately important. It’s more a development that comes after a lot of research and local knowledge. But anyway, without further ado, here are some facts.
Edith / Fem!Edmonton / Old Strathcona / South Edmonton
History
- once an independent and successful city (Strathcona), joined Edmonton in 1912 for tax benefits. 
- Now exists as Old Strathcona - most well known for being the home of the University and Whyte Ave as well as Rachel Notley’s stronghold - typically the only riding in the province to consistently vote NDP in both provincial and federal elections. Hipster central (though is slowly losing that status to Ed and 124th street on the North side). 
- was given the University of Alberta to compromise between Ed/Cal, but Ed ended up getting it anyway.
- represents the area on the south side of the North Saskatchewan. As a result she has more Blackfoot heritage where Ed has more Cree heritage. Also home to a lot of Metis people who fled Red River. Really sad because Laurent Garneau’s tree just got brought down ToT
- got the railroad that ed was supposed to get because the CPR was too lazy to build a bridge. only some vague bitter feelings between her and ed over this but they’ve gotten over it - ed is making sure to hold on to the old railway tracks Just In Case.
- Fought really hard in the 1970s to keep her heritage buildings and status during a time when the city was ready to tear it all down. Still really rankled by new developments.
Looks/Personality/Interests
- round hips and buff legs, narrow torso, not-quite-flat chest. Basically shaped like a bowling pin if a bowling pin was pointy, or alternatively, shaped like the Strathcona Public Building 
- always has her hair up when not at home, most usually in a bun. Cats eye glasses which she actually does use to see. 
- Younger than Ed but grew up faster than him. Is still taller than him today (but only slightly). Generally more blunt, more fashionable, more open and outspoken politically, and less of a worry wart. Technically closer to Cal in age.
- cat person, tea drinker, and so many tattoos. probably piercings. i haven’t figured it out. seems to manage to eat cake at block 1912 and all the trendy instagrammable foods and drinks every day and yet has no obvious source of income. Seems to disappear into that mysterious door just off Whyte labeled “SECRET LOCATION, DO NOT ENTER” (aka a local brewery’s secret hq a close walk from the old railway station which has since been converted into a beer market). Her personal style is more rockabilly than explicitly hipster- there are a lot of retro dress shops in old Strath + tattoos + leather because Alberta
- volunteers at fringe every year and probably on a first name basis with nathan fillion. fringe/acting is her life. Has an expansive and expressive theatre ability on stage, but off it she’s just kind of ‘meh’ and indifferent and private.
- is at the farmer’s market every saturday, probably selling stuff ed has grown
- lives in an old Edwardian heritage home somewhere in Old Strath, has a fluffy white cat, bikes or takes transit everywhere.  
- likes to weld weird abstract metal... things?
- Likely the one who caused the political Orange Crush for Ed, but could care less about the Orange Crush of the sporting world. Literally could not care less about hockey because of the bad riots they cause on Whyte that keep her up at night - ‘literally no amount of alcohol is going to fix this for either of us, go home’. Her sporting passion is actually basketball and roller derby, but nobody knows that because she doesn’t tell anyone. Doesn’t ride horses, (if she does, it’s English style riding), but really loved betting on them back in the day. Has a lot of FC Edmonton merch and watches soccer games, but gave up on lacrosse when the Rush moved to Saskatchewan and broke her heart. In general, she loathes organized sport and Especially the NHL, but will watch U of A Pandas/Golden Bears games because they are cheap and accessible. 
- sex positive, just not interested in discussing her own sex life or those of people she knows. I tend to think of her as aroace-spectrum (i.e. sex neutral or favourable in certain contexts, not interested in long term romance. No gender preference. Doesn’t like dating people she knows/friends.) She recently started hosting Pride herself and it has been a great success. Only enters adult stores if they are cute and queer friendly.
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Caroline / Fem!Calgary / Bowness / Northwest Calgary
History
- Used to be part of Cochrane Ranch in the golden age of cattle ranching. Grew up with kind of a southern belle/debutante lifestyle that hasn’t totally left her. 
- Younger than Cal, grew up in the golden age of ranching and in the middle of massive immigration. 
- that is, both she and calvin were raised in ranch houses learning to play croquet and polo and dressing well and having tea and so on and so forth - Caro in some ways moreso than Calvin who had previously grown up in the old NWMP fort as well and knew differently- slightly more about Calgary-the-wild/mild-west-frontier
- The ranch was later divided up into recreational parks and ice skating rinks and golf courses and houses and things - though it wasn’t part of the city, people from Calgary would come up to visit all the time by streetcar as a little mini ‘escape’. Met a lot of famous people during this period, including Fred McCall the ace wartime pilot who would fly her and Cal out to Banff for day trips 
- Joined Calgary in 1964 because the nearby town of Montgomery had already done so, so why not. 
- still has really strong class divides due to the history of the area
Looks / Personality / Interests
- Though she’s sort of a prairie princess in some ways, Caro really embraces the “tough flannel wearing” sort of image of western ladies who would ride all day to get to a dance in another town. She’s still very insistent on presenting herself as feminine and well to do, but she can’t shake the country image no matter how hard she may try to play big city socialite.
- Tall like Calvin, only slightly shorter than him. Freckles, more obvious and more numerous than Calvin’s. Pretty much an hourglassy figure and a little bit busty (c cup because the city’s dumb obsession with cs get it). When I draw her i have that terrible quote from Destroy All Humans stuck in my head i.e. “would you get a load of this brassiere? i could torpedo a uboat with these things!” because I guess I also think of her as a post-war suburban housewife secretly.
- Usually has her hair in a loose side braid but will attempt fancier up-dos for social events. It’s wavy and relatively long, past her shoulders. Pierced ears, likes long dangly earrings and Expensive jewelry. I tend to look at the Library when I draw her - I like the round wheely shapes from its history as an ATV shop and use those as jewelry, so its like Long and Round shapes for her body but she also has a pokey chin/nose/fingers etc like Calvin.
- she tries to keep her fashion sense in that sort of light and airy feminine zone but she still gets all her dresses and blouses from Lammles. Will Absolutely rock the full western jeans and flannel during stampede or on vacation in the mountains, but in the city she tries to keep it more urban and/or professional.
- bigger fan of sports than Edith, Extremely into hockey and is a Serious supporter of the Calgary Inferno. Only wears jerseys on game day, but has one in each colour for each team.
- her political views are slowly ~seeming~ to shift- being a typically right wing conservative stronghold was upset in the 2015 election and she now lives in an NDP riding which is Very Interesting. It was a split between NDP/Cons/WR 5:5:3 so you could argue the right-wing vote outnumbered the left wing 8:5, but it’s still Very Interesting, thanks First Past the Post. Generally like Calvin she is a True Blue Conservative, though she might lean more towards WR and he leans more Liberal (shocker, I know). But I won’t be able to figure out whether she’d be a UCP voter yet so we will have to Wait and See who she hates more xDD  
- that said, like many Albertans and particularly those in urban areas, Caro is fiscally conservative and socially liberal. She does take a longer time to understand issues that don’t obviously affect her and for that reason she is the sort of person to deny the feminist label even though she really aligns with it, but she’s learning. Generally really traditional and embraces femininity and the division of labour between genders, etc. WASPy. 
- generally very no-nonsense and more biting verbally than Calvin, but also very much a romantic. She can be the PTA wine mom of your worst nightmares or the harlequin heroine of your dreams, just try not to get on her bad side. She likes numbers and finances because they are straight forward and say what they mean.
- I’m still divided on where she lives. Calvin is the one with the penthouse downtown, Caroline is the one in the suburbs but she probably still owns ranchland that she likes to supervise even if she doesn’t actually live there. All her horses are named after horses from Heartland or something, probably. Dog person. Hangs out in Edworthy Park to meet dogs, probably.
- literally both the girl in pumps and a pencil skirt who drives a car2go to get groceries and also the girl in rhinestone studded boots who drives a big black truck with a huge pink flowery cursive ‘oil wife’ decal on the back window, or the pink flowery cursive ‘dirty money’ across the top.
- literally to understand caroline-as-socialite pls just watch gavin crawford’s wild west - the oil wife [part one] [part two] i swear to god i cry laughing every time at ‘how about a western theme- how about not’. Everything gets me but especially the passive aggressive ordering-dessert-for-everyone and staring them down until she gets her way. You know what, just watch all of the shorts, it’s a brilliant series.
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fae-fucker · 7 years
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Crown of Midnight: Chapter 3-4
Chapter 3
Nothing fucking happens. Sardines has a nightmare about Cain and later she and Nehemia talk about the rebellion and the king’s plans without really saying anything, and my hatred for that fucking dog just keeps growing. Observe.
Fleetfoot took off through the pale grass like a bolt of golden lightning 
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Dorian had never said what breed, exactly, he suspected her mother had mated with. Given Fleetfoot’s size, it could have been a wolfhound. Or an actual wolf.
Are you telling me this fucking dog is a fucking golden wolf?
I will eat this spaghetti-lookin’ bitch.
Nehemia’s creamy brown face paled slightly.
Why does the word “creamy” upset me so much in this?
Nehemia wants Sardines to try to figure out what the king is planning, but Sardines is like “nah”. 
She wasn’t even sure if she truly wanted to know what the king was up to—let alone share that information with anyone else. It was selfish, and stupid, perhaps, but she couldn’t forget the warning the king had given the day he crowned her Champion: if she stepped out of line, if she betrayed him, he’d kill Chaol. And then Nehemia, and then the princess’s family. 
But then, literally the next sentence:
And all of this—every death she faked, every lie she told—put them at risk.
Sardines: Hmm. Finding out the king’s sinister plans and telling my allies about them is a bad idea -- even though said allies desperately need that information -- because that might put them at risk, but saving various noblemen for no reason and put my unknowing allies in danger just so I can keep the moral high ground makes total and absolute sense!
What a master schemer this idiot is, huh? 
WHAT A KWEEN. 
People say they love Sardines but hate Alien and I frankly don’t get it. Sardines has always been a dumb, selfish twat, that will clearly never change. 
Celaena swallowed hard. That word—“act”—scared her more than she’d like to admit.
Good self-burn there, buddy.
Chapter 4
Salad (which is my new nickname for Chaol) and Sardines are having a jog.
They’d bundled up as best they could without weighing themselves down—mostly just layers of shirts and gloves— but even with sweat running down his body, Chaol was freezing.
Layers of gloves? What the fuck?
Noticing his stare, she flashed him a grin, those stunning turquoise eyes full of light.
Eat my entire ass, Sarah.
Salad angst about how he killed Cain. He’s very sad about it. This is what you get for hiring an inexperienced twenty-something to be the captain of the guard. But if we don’t make him young it’ll be icky for Sardines to fuck him, and if we don’t make him captain then he’s just NOT GOOD ENOUGH for Sardines, ain’t that right, Sarah?
I’d say you’re being transparent but you’re already pretty white. 
He was the Captain of the Guard—he was bound to have killed someone at some point. He’d already seen and done enough in the name of the king; he’d fought men, hurt them.
SJM: Hey guys I’m clearly aware that this is dumb but if I acknowledge it’s dumb you’ll accept it, right?
No.
Salad asks Sardines if she ever thinks about the people she’s killed, and since she’s the most ruthless and epic and badass assassin the world has ever known, ever, she angsts on about how she never forgets anyone she kills. 
I don’t give a single shit.
Salad angst about how he desperately wants to nestle his dick between Sardines’ pearly white and hairless asscheeks, but can’t because uuuuhhh angst angst loyalty to the king and also Dorian wants to do her and he doesn’t want to betray his friend.
Whatever. I don’t give a damn. Unlike many other antis, I don’t consider Chaol to be a good character and I couldn’t give less of a shit about his problems. 
Listen. You guys only think he’s good because everyone else is pretty much terrible. You cling to him because his mediocrity looks impressive when compared to the literal ass-garbage that is the rest of the lineup. 
We jump POV back to Sardines. 
And what’s this? GIRL HATE? FOR ME?! IN CHAPTER FOUR?! 
Christmas Yulemas has come early this year.
Since Salad is all sweaty from their jog and his shirt clings to his HOT MUSCLED MALE MANLY MASCULINE VIRILE MAN-BOD, there are DUMB VAPID BITCHES there to check him out.
Celaena could have sworn their eyes had bulged out of their heads and their tongues had rolled onto the ground. 
Then the next morning, they’d appeared along the path again—wearing even nicer dresses. The day after that, more girls showed up. And then several more. And now every direct route from the game park to the castle had at least one set of young women patrolling, waiting for him to walk by. 
“Oh, please,” Celaena hissed as they passed two women, who looked up from their fur muffs to bat their eyelashes at him. They must have awoken before dawn to be dressed so finely.
You see, when Sardines ogles Salad or Doriass, that’s okay because uuuuuuuuh Sarah loves her little baby girl and she can’t do no wrong and also she feels TRU WUV (even though her TRU WUV is made irrelevant with the arrival of Ratty to the point where every other love was just useless before that I guess) when she checks those boys out.
THESE GIRLS DRESS NICELY!! TO IMPRESS MEN!! WHILE ALSO CHECKING THEM OUT!! 
THEY’RE VAPID DUMB BITCHES!! EVEN THOUGH THE ONLY WAY FOR WOMEN TO GET POWER IN THIS SOCIETY IS THROUGH MEN!! LOOK AT THEM AND LAUGH!! SO PATHETIC!! 
Cool cool. 
God, I hate this series so much. 
Salad offers Sardines to help her with her Archer-related business and she turns him down. 
Hey Salad, aren’t you, like, I dunno, the captain of the guard? Don’t you have STUFF TO DO?! 
Sorry, I forgot that this world and its characters all revolve around Sardines and her problems. How silly of me.
They come across Doriass who is walking around with his cousin Roland, who I’m sure is totally chill. 
His voice was pleasant enough, but something in it made her pause. It wasn’t amusement or arrogance or anger … She couldn’t put her finger on it.
[...]
Just the way he spoke told her enough about his history with women.
[...]
As she let Chaol lead her inside the castle, she realized she was in desperate need of a bath. But it had nothing to do with her sweaty clothes, and everything to do with the oily grin and roaming eyes of Roland Havilliard.
Yeah, I’m sure this guy is totally cool!
We all know that SJM can clearly write very nuanced characters and that this incredibly obvious and cliché character introduction is just here to mislead us and make us think that Roland is a gross douchebag only so Kween Sarah can prove us wrong and develop his character into someone truly heroic! 
Anyway, turns out that Roland is the “lord” of some place called Meah, which doesn’t tell me anything, but whatever. He’s been offered a position on the king’s council, which is suspicious, apparently, because Roland is more interested in getting his dick wet rather than politicking. This is framed as disgusting, even though that’s pretty much exactly what Doriass is. It’s not the first nor the last time SJM makes hypocritical exceptions for her faves.
Doriass introduces Sardines as Lillian. 
They still used her alias whenever she couldn’t avoid running into members of the court, though most everyone knew to some degree that she was not in the palace for administrative nonsense or politics.
So the official story is that a petty jewelry thief became the king’s champion, then?
Holy shit, this world is filled with morons. 
I also love how “administrative nonsense” and “politics” are looked down upon, but when Sardines does her BRILLIANT MIND GAMES, it’s not politics, it’s uuuuh ... Fuck man, I can’t even begin to imagine how SJM’s mind works.
Roland hits on Sardines, and her two daddies really don’t like that.
Chaol smiled—if you could call it that. It was more a flash of teeth.
Have you considered that I don’t care and that this clarification doesn’t matter?
She wouldn’t mind working with him—but not in the way Roland meant. Her way would include a dagger, a shovel, and an unmarked grave.
Actually, her way would include a corpse, a staged murder scene, and the hope that he stays hidden and nobody recognizes him for who he is. 
Eat my entire ass, Sarah.
We switch to Doriass’ POV.
Chaol positively hated Roland, and whenever he came up in conversation, it was usually accompanied by phrases like “conniving wretch” and “sniveling, spoiled ass.”
So Sardines and Doriass, respectively, though “conniving” might be overstating it.
Roland was a pain in the ass, and too aware of the effect his looks and his Havilliard name had on women, but he was harmless. Wasn’t he? 
Dorian didn’t know the answer—and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
SJM: Subtlety? I don’t know her.
We switch back to Sardines’ POV.
Her salary as King’s Champion was considerable, and Celaena spent every last copper of it. Shoes, hats, tunics, dresses, jewelry, weapons, baubles for her hair, and books. Books and books and books.
Books? She likes reading? How relatable? You like reading too, don’t you, young female reader who is the target demographic for this book? Don’t you feel connected to Sardines on a deep, meaningful level? 
You see, when other women dress nice, they’re whores and idiots and brainless. When Sardines does it, she’s just embracing her femininity! 
Ain’t that right, White Feminism?
Whatever. Doriass is there in her room/s when she returns, which she doesn’t approve of.
“Aren’t friends allowed to visit each other more than once a day?” 
She stared down at him. Being friends with Dorian wasn’t something she was certain she could actually do.
Seems like SJM has been taking writing lessons from Cakeass. 
Didn’t you spend an entire book angsting about how you couldn’t be friends with Doriass and then deciding that you would rather stay friends than be lovers? And now you’re back on square one? Are we really doing this again?
I’m so tired.
“And you have so much time on your hands these days that you can spend hours with me again?” 
“Well, I have my usual flock of ladies to attend to, but I can always make time for you.”
Dorian is written as a player, but whenever we see him interact with women who are not Sardines, he’s shitty and hateful towards them. But it’s okay though, right? Because those dumb sluts are worthless and stupid, not amazing and brilliant like Sardines! It’s okay that Dorian clearly doesn’t respect any other woman aside from Sardines (and presumably Nehemia, since SJM has bestowed her godly blessing upon her for now), because those other women are simply not worthy of any respect! 
And obviously, even though Dorian clearly wants Sardines but plays around with other women, that’s totally fine! Women checking out men though? That’s disgusting.
SARAH J MAAS IS A FEMANAST KWAAAN!
Doriass makes it clear he still wants to tap that, but Sardines tells him to fuck off.
Alone in the foyer, Celaena clenched and unclenched her fists, suddenly disgusted with all of the pretty packages on the table.
Eat my entire ass.
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Do you know your Type of beauty?
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Do you know your Type of beauty?
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I know you can’t see me, but I’m pretty much bursting at the seams with what I’m going to share.
You’ve probably heard me talk a lot about loving your body, embracing yourself for who you are, and improving your self-worth. This will fit in perfectly with all of those themes.
But first, why is all this important anyway?
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I believe the best way to approach health is from a holistic perspective — it’s not just about what you eat, or even just how you physically feel. Your mental health, your stress levels, and your emotions also affect your physical health (and vice versa, of course!).
That’s why I’ve worked so hard to address the health topics that sometimes get left on the back burner too often. Like body image, self-worth, and emotional wellness.
So I’m really excited to share about the awesome benefits I’ve experienced from learning how my clothes affect the way I feel.
In the last few months, I’ve been working to make sure that what I wear reflects my true self. I’m using the tools and tips I’ve learned in a really cool online style program.
If you’ve read anything I’ve written about body image, then you know I believe in wearing clothes that make you feel happy. Of course, sometimes that’s easier said than done!
That’s why I signed up for a free online beauty profiling program called Dressing Your Truth®.
I was intrigued by the idea that I could express a unique type of beauty, and this program seemed to go a little deeper than your typical style advice. Since it was free, I decided to go for it!
I had no idea just how much I would learn in this course, and how much it would help me on my journey to expressing my true self.
(You can sign up for the free quiz and Beginner’s Guide right now!)
At first, I thought I was just going learn some style advice that would make clothes shopping less frustrating. It definitely fulfilled that need, but in reality this course is about so much more than fashion — it’s about becoming who you’re really meant to be.
That, for me, was life-changing.
So, what exactly is Dressing Your Truth?
Dressing Your Truth is an online program designed to help you understand your true Type of beauty and become confident in expressing your individual nature.
But it’s not like other programs I’ve seen. It’s not about matching colors and “seasons” or skin tones.
Dressing Your Truth actually goes much deeper. You take into account your unique personality, body language, natural gifts, energy level, physical features, how you respond to certain situations, and how you interact with the world around you.
Basically, instead of just focusing on a few surface features, this online program takes into account the whole person.
You don’t just learn what to wear — you’re given the tools to learn how to work with your natural energy and Type of beauty.
You’ll learn to embrace who you are, and become confident in your unique set of strengths — and how to work with your strengths and appreciate them.
Then you learn to express that unique energy to the world through the way you dress and accessorize!
Take the quiz and get your FREE beginner’s guide here.
My Unique Type of beauty: DYT Type 3SM
When I first learned about Dressing Your Truth, I had a hard time discovering my true Type of beauty. It came at a difficult time in my life when I was struggling to understand who I really was. So at first when the answer didn’t come easily to me, I gave up.
Then, last fall, I decided to try the free Type of beauty profiling course again.
This time, I approached it with a more open mind.
I told myself I was going to go through the course carefully (instead of rushing through like I did before — that alone is a hint to my Energy Type!). And I promised I would be okay with myself no matter what type I was. I just wanted to be true to myself without any preconceptions or expectations getting in the way.
What happened?
I was blown away. This time my Type of beauty was completely obvious and I don’t know how I missed it before!
Actually, I do know how I missed it.
I always went through each of the Beauty Profiling videos thinking, “I’m definitely not a Type 3, so I’m going to ignore this part.”
It’s funny how I was ignoring what was right in front of me all along!
As it turns out, I am a Type 3 WomanSM.
That means I’m fiery, driven and sometimes fiercely independent. I have a big heart and bring a lot of passion to everything I do. I have an adventurous spirit and don’t like sitting still for too long — I like to see things getting done! I tend to be very swift and to-the-point when it comes to things I’m passionate about.
Being My True Type 3 Self
Before I realized my Type of beauty, I wasn’t being my true self. I was always trying to be who I thought I should be, or who other people told me I should be. I was burying my true self, and it felt suffocating!
Before, I thought my Type 3 characteristics were too big and too loud.
I felt like I needed to suppress my true energy. I tried to be softer and less spirited. That was completely the wrong thing to do! It zapped my confidence and my energy. I constantly doubted my true nature and questioned myself.
Now that I understand my true nature, I feel like I’m able to let my real self shine!
I used to wear softer, more subdued clothing because I thought that was the only way to be more feminine. Looking back, I can see how that didn’t work for my Type of beauty — I need rich, dynamic clothes!
My clothes used to weigh me down and made me feel tired.
Now, I feel energetic and totally gorgeous in my clothes! I feel alive when I get dressed.
Here are some of my favorites from my closet:
I can hardly believe those are my clothes!
I absolutely love my clothes now. Picking out something to wear is never complicated or frustrating. All of the pieces already go together because they all work with my type of beauty — I just get to pick out what calls to me that day.
As you can see in some of my pictures, I used a few key pieces more than once. I just style them differently and make a completely new outfit. I get so much more use out of my clothes this way. I can purchase just a handful of practical items that really express my Energy Type, and BAM! my whole wardrobe gets a refresh.
Take the quiz and get your FREE beginner’s guide here.
I actually find that I spend less money on clothes now that I know my Type of beauty.
That’s because I have a better idea of what expresses my type of beauty, so I can easily pick out which items will work in my wardrobe. I don’t need as many pieces of clothing because I really love what I have (nothing lurks in my closet and never gets worn!).
And if I go sale shopping I only come home with things that really work for me — no more wasting money on “discount” clothes I never wear.
I also learned how to “accessorize” — which has always been a struggle for me! I liked jewelry and belts, but I could never figure out what looked right on me, so I often gave up and didn’t wear any. It left me feeling a little blank. Once I learned what type of jewelry and belts expressed my true type of beauty, accessorizing became so easy and fun. As a Type 3, my accessories need to be rich, textured and dynamic.
I also found the courage to cut my hair short and color it red for the first time of my life — even though I’ve always wanted red hair since I was a little girl!
I’ve never felt so empowered about my appearance before. I feel like my whole life I’ve been hiding behind someone else’s image of me. Living in a way that expresses my true Type of beauty has made such a positive impact on the way I feel every day.
Because of what I learned in the course, I have total confidence when choosing colors, fabrics, textures, patterns, makeup, hair products, jewelry and everything in between. Fashion sense used to feel like a mystery to me, but now it’s easy to understand how it all goes together.
I admit: the whole process isn’t easy! I fought some of the changes at first (no black or gray? who doesn’t wear black or gray??). But once I gave it a try, every single change I’ve made has been so liberating for me. My husband noticed a complete turn around in the way I feel about my clothes and myself.
“Whatever you’re doing,” he said, “keep doing it!”
That is definitely my biggest endorsement for this course! 🙂
Take the quiz and get your FREE beginner’s guide here.
It’s More Than What You Wear
I know clothing can seem a little trivial. That’s what I used to think, anyway. But now I realize how wrong I was.
The truth is, getting dressed every day is an opportunity to be my true self.
It reminds me how important it is to be authentic to who I really am, even if I’m just running up to the store or going to a baseball game with the kiddos.
Why not be my true self everywhere I go? Why not be me every day?
How I dress every day is a little reminder to always be my true self, no matter what. And that’s priceless to me.
Are you living true to yourself? What are the clothes you wear expressing to the world about you? Have you taken the quiz yet?
Take the quiz and get your FREE beginner’s guide here.
Want some ideas and inspiration for your Type of beauty? Check out my Pinterest board full of awesome Dressing Your Truth Type 3SM ideas here.
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It may make you angry, but I'm from Poland and I can't stand the fluffy-pinky-gay image of my country in Hetalia fandom. We're one of the most traditionalist country in the EU, a man would be probably beaten if he went outside in a fucking skirt. It sounds still ridiculous for me that two people of the same gender can marry, because it's illegal here.
Wow um, that doesn’t really make me angry i guess just?? a little taken off guard by this weirdly hostile ask out of nowhere lol. But here’s what I have to say:
I’m not sure how long you’ve been familiar with my blog or if u just decided to yell at a hetalian today and chose me at random, but I wouldn’t really classify myself as a fan of the “fluffy-pinky-gay image” of APH Poland either tbh. It actually makes me really upset when people just want to stereotype him as such based on the image that the fandom has dubbed for him, and instead overlook all of his history, struggles, triumphs, culture, and basically everything “Polish” about him. If you knew me you’d know I’m actually one of the most angry and disappointed people in the fandom at this because it constantly infuriates me with the way he gets categorized simply by the way hima drew him.
Idk there is so much to address in this ask I’m struggling to try and write this as eloquently as possible but forgive me i’m doing this at work so i may sound a lil jumbled. The deal is, it’s actually pretty problematic when people want to erase all that Feliks is and represents and just paint him up as “the gay character” or “transv****te cross-dresser” simply because he wore a skirt in a strip that made him fit that stereotype. There is so much potential to his character as far as depth and exploration goes that is often horribly skewed or ignored by other hetalians in favor of just reducing him down to “fabulous valley girl.” And to be quite honest its pretty ooc, but thats more of a different topic for another time.
Don’t get me wrong, I have a few qualms with hima myself and some of the problematic content that he’s decided to include in hetalia, but if you pay attention to Canon Feliks vs Fanon Feliks, you’ll notice alot of the “fluffy-pinky-gay image” has been forced onto him by young (lowkey homophobic) fans. The way Feliks acts in canon (if you take away the over-use of the “valley girl accent” that the translator chose to assign to him to match w/e Japanese dialect hima was trying to give him) you could actually interpret many things differently. By doing so, it’s much easier to see how strong, tough, charismatic, loyal, trusting, and deep he actually is. You see his strengths, his faults, his mistakes, his victories, his growth as a character, nation, and person over the years. You can see moments of happiness, sorrow, silliness, seriousness, moments of weakness, moments of power, moments of worry, moments of confidence, love, hate, regret, revenge, but above all...perseverance. So trust me, it makes me just as confused and angry when people want to ignore what a diverse -if not somewhat ironic/conflicting- character he is and instead change him around to fit what they want to see him as. I wish he was treated with more respect.
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I understand how traditional the “real’ Poland is, believe me. I’ve been in this fandom for many years and you’re not the first “””real polish person”” I’ve seen get angry over aph poland. You’re not alone.
The thing about hetalia though, is that it is just an anime. All told through the views and thoughts of a japanese man. The story is intended to be a light comedy making fun of nationality stereotypes while simultaneously celebrating the history, culture, and people of each said nation. The intention, as I’ve also taken it (or choose to take it anyway), is to take the setup for these lovable, flawed characters, and kind of???? have fun with them per say...
People are free to interpret things, events, practices, and the characters themselves how they choose (generally speaking anyways). I think there’s nothing wrong with that as long as it’s respectful and not gross in anyway (again, another topic). So therefore, there’s nothing wrong with headcanoning Feliks as being gay. I understand how “the real poland” is set up and what their laws are (though I don’t claim to be an expert or openly discuss them as I am not polish nor do i live there, so i feel that is not my place) but there are so many other things to take into consideration before you come off as homophobic yourself.
One thing to consider, is how the same thing could be said for well over half the nations. To claim that a hetalia character “can’t be gay” because of politicians and a government party’s standpoint is pointless and irrelavent tbh. I’ve always felt it?? weird to try and tie a nation down to a specific time period or law when they’ve been around for literally centuries, and have witnessed and believed in all different type of social norms and morals and laws that evolve and change as time progresses. Its actually pretty closed-minded to expect thousand year old nations to buy into every single detail of present-day customs and viewpoints. Many of the more conservative viewpoints of many nations around the world are relatively new ideas as far as strict practice goes in comparison to the personified character themselves. Something that’s been an enforced idea for the last 50 years or so could just feel like a month or two to an immortal being lmao. But again, I believe most of it is up to interpretation.
I don’t want to speak for the lgbt in poland, or any polish lgbt throughout history as i don’t feel i have the right or enough adequate knowledge to do so, but a hetalia nation is supposed to be sympathetic to and feel the struggles and pain and happiness and glory of all their citizens. Regardless of what the political standpoint of the country is on (I personally believe nations choose not to align themselves with political parties in general as a conflict of interest would ensue) hima has stated time and again that the nations also have the ability to be their own person, and have their own views and standpoints on things that might not match the “majority” of the current political climate (ex. Germany himself was shown to be annoyed with and hated dealing with Adolf Hitler). So it’s not really fair to pretend like a nation has never-looked-at-the-same-gender allllll throughout history just like it’s silly to presume that all people are StraightTM until proven otherwise. 
Canon APH Poland, Feliks Łukasiewicz, the man who likes pink, the man who doesn’t care about gender norms or what kind of fabric he puts on his body because he’s old and has obtained a certain level of nation wisdom enough to know that not only is gender a construct and there’s nothing shameful about “””feminine clothing”””” (even though clothes are just pieces of fabric meant to cover your body and dont have genders lol), but has also seen all kinds or fashion and different types of clothing all throughout history and has worn frilly neck ties, jewelry, heels, makeup, and capes back when those were once considered to be “”masculine”” at that time period as well and remembers how fucking good he used to look in that shit and after all he’s been through knows that he has the right to rock w/e the fuck he wants, the man who historically, legally, culturally, and personally married to another man, the man who still remembers his childhood before he even heard of Christianity, the man who had one of the most tolerant and flourishing commonwealths in history, the man who has such strong ties to the romantic period and who, as a nation, is much more complicated than mortal humans could ever hope to understand........is absolutely wonderful.
Now I’m sorry that lgbt representation and rights is lacking in Poland at the moment, as it is all over the world. Truly I am, and it makes me upset. I don’t know if you share those same homophobic and hateful views (your tone implies that you do), but the fight and struggle of the lgbt people is far to complicated and powerful to use as a playing chip on a silly Japanese cartoon, and i think basing a headcanon off of prejudice and hate like that is disrespectful to the nation, and to bringing that into a cartoon is disrespectful to the lgbt struggle as well and belittles it all tbh. But as i said before, that topic is best left for another day.
I’m sorry you felt so insulted by a cartoon character to come to my inbox about it, as if i have any control of what this fandom does to him, but I try to just look past all the forced, fanon garbage to see feliks for what he really is. A strong, tough, talented, complicated, fearless, resilient, yet still endlessly sarcastic, funny, mischievous person.
Do you not think that is a good tribute to the Polish people?
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What is YOUR style?
Getting on to write a blog about Mom’s style, I wonder if this topic is an oxymoron. Does style drop off somewhere shortly after breastfeeding when all our clothes smell and we start to wear them as baggy as possible to hide our... well, our everything.
The answer is that Moms are starting to set the stage for what fashion is all about. The world is beginning to copy the easy laid back style that Moms live in day in and day out. The trick is how to look like one of the put together Moms who are setting the style instead of the ones that have given up!
The first important step is to figure out what your style is. 
What message do you want to put out for all the world to see? Because like it or not the way we dress does send out a message to everyone we meet. Myself, I try to dress simple with edge. This is the look that I stick to. I pick timeless pieces that I can wear for years. This means that even if I really love a dress that’s beautiful and feminine with a floral print, I’m not going to buy it. No matter how much I love it. Why? Because it’s not me. I’m not delicate or feminine, soft spoken, or refined. I like to be noticed and send the message that I don’t follow the beaten path. I’m a free spirit, approachable and I don’t like to blend in. 
I believe this is the most important part of style... having one. Deciding who you are and dressing that way. It doesn’t matter how expensive your clothes are. What matters is which pieces you chose and how confidently you wear them. Try to stick to your look more then trying to choose pieces that are in style.
Once you decide the style that defines you, next is how to go about looking great in it. I’m going to share a few quick Mom tips on this.
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The Mom on the left and the one on the right are both wearing a sweatshirt and jeans with boots... so why does one look so much cooler then the other? 
First, the jeans on the left are just a boring wash of denim. She looks like she’s trying to blend in. I’m guessing she picked these thinking they would work for any occasion and would last a few years. My first tip is to only buy pieces that you love! Don’t worry about how often you’ll wear them or whether a Mom should even be wearing them. Just pick pieces you LOVE! 
Next, the shoes. The ones on the left look like she was going for ones that are in style right now. They say nothing about her personality except that’s she’s trying to blend in with what’s in right now. In contrast the ones on the right are timeless. They give her a look that is in style yet a bit country chic with personality and I’m certain that when saw them she instantly fell completely in love. They look expensive, but I’m sure she will wear them for the next few years so it’s a much better buy in the long run. 
Jewelry, pick one piece of statement jewelry you love and rock it. Too many pieces of jewelry at a time is never a good look. 
Lastly the top, I’m not saying to never wear color, but black, white and grey sure add a look of sophistication. Also again, promise it’s the last time I’ll say it, look for pieces you love. No way the woman on the left looked at that top and thought, “I simply Must have this!”
“Life is too short to wear boring clothes!”
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Active wear, us Momma’s love it! We love to wear it EVERYWHERE! My tip, add accessories and pair activewear with non-activewear pieces to look a bit more put together while still being comfy.
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An every Mom must have... cool sneakers! Why? Because a great pair of sneakers makes everyone look and feel just a little bit cooler.  I’m not talking about gym shoes here either! Invest in a great pair of sneakers you love and rock them Everywhere. You will be so much more comfortable and look so much more in style. Thank goodness for this trend!!!
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All Mom’s look great when they look polished and sophisticated. There’s no such thing as a woman with too much class. There’s nothing wrong with the look on the left. She’s really trying to nail it, but what is it saying about her? Not much. Would love to see her lose the scarf and the colorful handbag here and nail a simple classic look.
Anyway, there’s my two cents on style for the day. I want all my Faith Family Fabulous ladies out there buying clothes that show the world who you are and just how awesome you are. The more you start to own your look and style, the more people will start to copy the way you dress and looking up to you as a trend setter. This is great for me because they will want to shop where you shop. See, this article is really self serving all along. I want you to look awesome so that people ask where you shop and you steer them our direction! 
Own your Mom look ladies. Be fabulous and stand out in a crowd!
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