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arieswritez · 6 months

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vincible | mark grayson x gn!reader (fluff)

alright since you all asked so kindly here's the fluff from my last hc 🫶🏾 :

cw: slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw. that's all :D

"why's it looking at me like that?"

the two of you are in bed and with his weight pinning you down, you find it hard to concentrate on what he means.

your head's all fuzzy with the way he's been drowning you in kisses. he kisses you like it might be his last chance to do so: sweet, languid until they melt into something more feral. the way his costume hugs his body doesn't exactly help your concentration, either.

your body's warm as it soaks up his body heat - he's like a fucking furnace - and it yearns. . no. . demands for his attention. you ignore him, making a soft, impatient sound that sounds more like a whine as you try to guide his lips back onto yours.

however, he keeps his head turned to your right, staring at a spot on your bed and says, "what're you lookin' at, huh?"

you pull back, confused, then follow his line of vision.

finally, you see what he sees: a stuffed animal perched against your pillow.

you watch as mark squints at the toy, then, tilts his head and scoffs in indignation as if it's just hurled an insult his way.

"what'd you say?" mark sits up and away from you, puffing out his chest.

the plushie stares at mark with big, black, empty eyes.

you stare up at mark, confused, as he carries on his one sided beef with your plushie.

"they cuddle you while im not here?"

mark crawls over to your plushie and grabs it by its soft neck, his fingers wrapping around the entirety. he pulls it close, putting his nose right up against the toy's. "you wanna say that again, tough guy? don't you know who i am?"

"mark, what're you doing -" you giggle, leaning back on your elbows to watch the ridiculous display before he shushes you.

"hey, you stay out of this. i'll deal with you later." he snaps before turning his attention back to the toy. "oh, you don't care? well, let's see if you care about this -"

mark suddenly shoves the toy into his face.

he flops down atop your bed, wildly flailing with one hand while the other mushes the plushie against his face. he's comically good at it, too, looking like he's being mauled by some feral cat.

he's only emboldened by your uncontrollable laughter: grunting with effort as he rolls over the stuffy and delivers a few blows. even making his own sound effects before he rolls onto his back, your toy gaining the upper hand once again.

this time, he sits the toy atop his face and flails like he's being suffocated. eventually, his body falls limp. the hand that isn't holding the toy upright falling limply at the side of your bed.

your plushie's fought dirty and won.

"i dunno, mark," you manage to say between hiccuping laughs, "you seem pretty vincible to me."

"very funny." comes his muffled voice from beneath the toy. he sits up, stuffy still in hand as he fixes you with an accusatory glare. "laugh. yeah, laugh, while your boyfriend's being mercilessly beaten."

he crawls closer and he thrusts the toy in your direction, waving it side to side by the back of the neck, holding it at arm's length like he's afraid it'll attack him. "i guess you want him now, don't you?"

you raise a brow. "don't misgender my plushies, grayson."

mark retracts the plushie and flips it upside down, looking at its bottom. "oh, right."

you let out a chortle of laughter and he's on you in seconds: pinning you down and smushing the plushie against your face, making kissy sounds while you breathlessly beg him to stop.

#cheesing while i wrote this #god i wrote fluff what is wrong w me #mark grayson #made me SOFT </3 #invincible x reader #invincible #mark grayson x reader #do u know how hard it was #to find a pic of him smiling :(#give him a break already </3 #dont get used to the fluff tho #im writing smething rlly fucked up about him teehee

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zero-cycle · 2 years

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gn, please take care of urself! i'm so sorry you got caught up in discourse that sucks

Eh, I'm (mostly) fine, I avoided most of the really bad discourse, but thanks a lot for your concern maia, love you <3

What happened was two different things I wasn't aware would be triggering hitting at once so that was Not Fun but is not the fault of anyone involved or me, so noted and we move.

#gn :D #also cw suicide/misgendering for the tags #did not expect either of those to actually be an issue #i'm usually fine being gendered idk why that joking ''girl'' made me go into absolute overdrive #not the fault of the person responding to me even tho you shouldn't gender strangers #i didn't even know that was a possible issue #other thing was the anya thing #dug up her tweet as proof in case anyone asked (they blocked instead fair enough)#didn't think it was gonna be an issue i'm usually fine with suicide #but i do have a constant low-level background of it basically #so unexpected things can sometimes trigger ir #it's impossible to guess what currently #throwback to the time a post about panic attacks GAVE ME A PANIC ATTACK #because they included a detailed description of how one feels and it set me off #not anyone's fault i just live with the possibility it's the internet #tag ramble over byee

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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CW: misgendering

tl;dr: I'm intentionally misgendering my classmates purely to fuck with my dad's gender biases.

Story:

My dad refuses to accept they/them pronouns and queerness as a concept, so when i talk about they/them friends, my dad will "assign" them a new he/she pronoun based on... their names and his boomer vibes, I guess. He's also got wildly misogynistic/patriarchal views, and clings so hard to his little gender role binary that one of his daughters saying "oh that's a nice car" is enough to set him off into a tantrum about "trucks are for boys" and he will knock rapidly on the door if my brother starts singing to his music because "it's gay". I have no familial love/care for him, but he is still a fixture in my family's home that I have to tolerate. Gross and full of shit, like the cat's litter pan, honestly.

Last summer I was telling my mom that my classmate "Alex" (they/them) was being given an opportunity at the university I had also applied for and my dad piped up that "MEN just have a natural talent in maths" and "obviously HE is qualified and deserves HIS position". I had this little spike of anger (I'm a cis woman, and he thinks maths is a "masculine field"), and I impulsively told him "actually ALEXANDRA is a woman but you're absolutely right that SHE deserves it!" Immediately he tried to backtrack and spluttered about the only reason "she" got the job was "affirmative action" then just got real quiet and didn't interrupt again which was LOVELY.

Since then, I've been referring to ALL my friends and classmates (cis, trans/nb, and unknown) with gender neutral nicknames or initials and they/them pronouns until my dad says something with a gross gender bias, then "correcting" him to the opposite pronoun which makes him immediately splutter and exit the conversation. Sometimes it'll even be the same person in a different story, and I'll change up the pronouns on him again because he doesn't care enough to remember who my friends are lmao. He's questioned it exactly once, and I told him I have a lot of friends in university with similar names and he probably mixed two of them up.

My two younger siblings who are still in high school have also picked up on what I'm doing, and started doing similar things to him of their own volition. (My brother has turned all of his friends into one lump amalgamation of "the friend" and will not clarify which specific friend he is talking about until after dad has answered him.)

I have not told anyone at university that I'm doing this and have not asked permission to do so beforehand. I feel that it's better for them to not know because it's like the warning on movies that the story or characters may resemble my classmates, but it's ultimately a fictional story I'm telling just to fuck with my dad, and there is like a 11% chance of any of them ever meeting my dad.

So, Am I The Asshole for misgendering my classmates when talking to my dad, and not telling them I'm doing so?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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edsanon · 1 year

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Eeeeee !

I wrote something !

So, I noticed that there’s a lot (only) fem readers for the Hantengu clones, so I decided to write something as a trans!masc guy.

Sekido’s part turned out as a fucking fanfic at this point.

And I am sorry for the Karaku fans out there, your part is so short compared to Urogi and Sekido :,(

I swear I did my best-

CW : Reader cut contacts with his parents on Aizetsu’s and Sekido’s part, internalized homophobia in Aizetsu’s part, mention of scars in Karaku’s part, deadnaming, slut shaming, calling names, description of violence, zapping someone on Sekido’s part.

Hantengu clones finding out that their SO is trans!masc HCS

Aizetsu-

•He thought you were a very pretty guy, that’s honestly it.

•He didn’t know if you would like him too, since in this society it has to be a man and a woman but he was so so happy when you accepted to go on a date with him.

•You didn’t talk much about when you were a child, or your family, and he always found it odd the way you would always try to deepen your voice, but he didn’t question it.

•It’s only when he went over to your house for the first time that he saw a picture, hidden away. It was a tiny little girl, she kinda looked like you.

•” I didn’t know you had a daughter..”

“I don’t have one.”

“A sister then ?”

•You looked so nervous, anxious, fidgeting with your hands..

•”That’s..Me, actually..”

•He was about to question you when you clapped your hand.

•”Welp ! I’m gonna make myself a snack, is there anything you want ?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

•You were so glad that he dropped the subject, at least until you two were cuddling on your futon.

•”You look better now..”

•You tilted your head upward to look at him, confused.

•”You look happier now, you’re glowing.”

•He held you close.

•He wasn’t dumb, he pieced it together, and he felt so sorrowful that you had to go through not being comfortable with yourself for so long.

•If someone misgenders you he will gently correct them. He will not hesitate to murder if the person misgenders you on purpose. He won’t take too kindly disrespecting his boyfriend.

•You’re his amazing boyfriend and he’d rather walk into the sun than not telling you as such.

Urogi-

•When he caught a glimpse of you, he honestly didn’t know what you were…

•”Hey hey ! What are you ?”

•You were so confused at his question.

•”A human..?”

“Are you a boy or a girl ?”

“Boy.”

“Okay.”

•And that was pretty much it. No further question, you’re a boy and that’s it.

•But you were hiding something and he didn’t like it one bit, and he spent months trying to figure out what it was. It was a game for him.

•What did you swallow ? Why did you go see the doctor ? What do you mean you were born in the wrong time period ?

•He eventually found out when he opened the door to your room during one of his surprise visits while you were bandaging your chest.

•”Darling hi- What are you doing ?”

“Urogi ?!”

•To say you were panicked and mortified was an understatement. Your mouth felt dry as he sat besides you. You were terrified that now that he found out he wouldn’t treat you the same, would treat you like a girl, a person you were NOT.

•“Dear are you-“

“I’M A BOY !”

•You shouted panicked. He looked at you surprised while words were flowing through your mouth.

•”I’m a boy, I really am, I was just…Not born in the right body…” Was your simplistic answer. It was so much more complicated but in your state that’s all you managed to say.

•He put his head on the back of his talons while looking at you.

•”Are you happy ?”

•You were not expecting this question, and it apparently showed.

“Are you happier as a boy ?”

•You blinked, not knowing what to say. It was something much trickier than living as a boy or as a girl, but you did appreciate his effort.

•”I guess so ? I guess I’m happier now.”

•He smiled at you before pushing his entire body onto yours, nuzzling your collarbone.

•”That’s what counts the most. I’m happy as long as you are.”

•His wings were flapping happily while you hugged him back tightly, squealing in his hair with how happy you were.

•”But I thought you were hiding a partner from me.”

“Excuse me what ?”

•Urogi is an absolute menace when it comes to you. He will bring you himself to the doctor, if anyone misgenders you and you don’t have the guts to correct them, he will. Someone tries to harm you for who you are or disrespect you he is killing them but slowly. He’ll make them beg for forgiveness for hurting you.

•You are his precious darling and he wants you to be happy. If someone even tries to make you sad he is fighting.

•He became a bit protective of you.

Karaku-

•You’re hot and that first picked his interest, that’s it.

•He’s literally thirsting so hard over you, he doesn’t care, you’re such a hotty.

•How did he find out ? By thirsting over you-

•You were painting the table after it broke (and you repaired it of course-) since it sadly cracked.

•Some paint managed to get on your kimono after you were done, so you decided to take off your kimono and get yourself another one.

•Which is a this moment the pleasure demon walked in.

•”Hey babe.” You greeted him while making a ball out of your kimono.

•”Hey sweetheart.” He greeted back, looking at you near salivating.

•He noticed the scars, understood, and somehow that just made you hotter to him ? Help this man he’s so down bad for you.

•He made his way to you, circling his arms around you while kissing your neck.

•”You’re so fucking handsome babe..” He said lowly in your ear.

•He will get his hands dirty to keep you safe, but you do have a good passing so he doesn’t doubt that you’ll be fine.

•But just to be sure-

•No matter what he will treat you like royalty, like a deity, because yes he does, and you’re literally the prettiest most hottest person in existence to him and he loves you lots.

•He will blow people away for you, you just have to ask.

Sekido-

•He fell for you because he finds you sweet, and a few more reasons but especially because you’re sweet.

•You’re nice and you offer nice hugs (the rare times you do actually hug him.)

•He won’t complain but he often wondered why you cut contact with your parents. They must have done something really bad for you to actually leave them out of your life.

•But that means you’re all his so a win is a win.

•He found out when you two were going on a midnight walk, he even allowed you to hold his hand, it was a nice date.

•Suddenly you both heard a voice shriek from behind you.

•”(Deadname) ! Where have you been ?! How DARE you leave like that young lady !”

•You were terrified. How did you mother found you ? The date wasn’t even close to your hometown!

•Sekido took things in his own hands, very much annoyed that some bitch was ruining his date with his perfect boyfriend.

•”Listen here harlot, you’re obviously talking to a guy. You have dementia or something ? Go get checked and stop bothering us.”

•The crazy witch was still spouting nonsense at you. Why weren’t you responding ?

•”Mother listen-“

“THIS is the kind of man you’re with ?! What, did he knock you up ?! I wouldn’t be surprised you whore !”

“I love him-“

“And change these clothes, you’re a woman so dress like one !”

•Sekido was annoyed, electricity was coursing in his veins and around him.

•He did not want you to see him kill someone, especially your own blood (probably.) but he was very close to.

•”Mother I am a MAN-“

“No you’re not ! You’re just confused !”

“Mother-“

“Shut up you ungrateful brat of a daughter !”

•That’s enough.

•He grabbed her by the back and throw her hard against a tree, savoring the sound of some of her ribs cracking.

•He stabbed the trunk of the tree with his staff just above her head, a warning.

•”That’s enough you old hag. I am at my LIMIT. NOBODY treats my BOYFRIEND like this, I understand why he’d cut contact with such a disgusting freak like you.”

•He was furious. He wouldn’t kill her in front of you, he doesn’t want you to be afraid of him, but he would gladly shock her until she gets scars. Which is what he did.

•Her cries and screams of pain were delectable to his ears, until he felt you gently tug on his kimono, brave enough to risk being shocked and yelled at.

•”Sekido please stop, let’s just leave, I want to go..”

•He sighed as he stopped.

•You were close to crying, which would be annoying to him usually but right now he could forgive it.

•He grabbed your hand and started leaving with you, he still glared one last time at your birth giver.

•”If I ever see you again, I will not be so merciful. Be grateful to your son, bitch.”

•Needless to say the way back was silent. Until he spoke up.

•”Why did she call you her daughter and other things ?”

•You gulped.

•You were not ready for this conversation, terrified of his reactions. What if he sided with your mom if he knows the truth ?

•You took a deep breath to answer.

•”I was born as a girl, this is why. But I AM a man, I was just..Born in the wrong body.”

“Okay.”

•That was it ? That was his reaction ? ‘Okay’ ?

•”You…Really don’t mind ?”

•He tsked under his breath, looking just as angry as ever, but his words were gentle.

•”I meant what I said, you’re my boyfriend.”

•You smiled at him, so glad to be accepted. It lifted such a weight off your shoulder, it felt really nice.

•”Thank you..”

“(Deadname) is really fucking ugly by the way, I like your name much better. You know how to chose a nice name unlike your birth giver.”

•That made you crack up. You softly laughed at his remark.

•He was still reeling with rage, but first he has to make sure you’re okay.

#kny aizetsu #aizetsu #aizetsu x reader #kny urogi #urogi #urogi x reader #kny karaku #karaku #karaku x reader #kny sekido #sekido #sekido x reader #kny hcs #hantengu clones #hantengu clones x reader

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karmic-vibes · 1 year

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If I Can Dream

16 - Too Much Rain

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr/lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: mentions of divorce

Year: 1992

Pattie and John finalized their divorce in January of 1992. Per their lawyer, they had to try couples therapy, amongst a few other things, prior to their official split. When nothing took, they officially called it quits.

While John never came around quite like Pattie did, he still tried addressing everyone by their proper names and pronouns. He never stopped by or gave anyone the time of day, but when he remembered, he would send birthday gifts or vague holiday cards to try and act like he cared (mainly to spite Pattie, showing her she wasn’t the only involved grandparent).

But, Pattie didn’t care. She had finally connected with her son and her granddaughter—she couldn’t care less what her ex-husband did.

Pattie often found herself stopping by once every weekend to bring the boys a meal and a little gift for Bobby. Since tensions had been resolved, Pattie hadn’t misgendered Eddie or even slipped up on his deadname. She addressed and introduced him as her son’s husband and Bobby’s father. She earned strange looks from people who think the way she used to, but it was second nature to her at this point.

Her son was married to a man, who also fathered her granddaughter. Totally normal, right?

Ever since she left John, she could give two shits about what others perceived as “normal”—she loved her new, free life and she’d be damned if anyone took that from her. For the first time in her adult life, she was happy—she didn’t care about the rest.

One weekend when Pattie dropped by, Eddie was getting his belongings together to head over to The Hideout for his weekly gig. Corroded Coffin hadn’t performed nearly as much since Bobby was born, but his band mates didn’t mind—they all understood where Eddie’s priorities were.

“Alright, I’m heading out!” Eddie called.

“Good luck tonight, Ed,” Pattie chirped.

“Thanks, mama.”

That was a newer development—mama. Eddie had never been close with his own mother, so once Pattie started coming around more often, she very quickly took on a motherly role for her son-in-law. He called her mom or mama, and she had an array of pet names for him that she used interchangeably.

In all honesty, it made Steve sick to his stomach hearing how gushy they were towards each other, but he figured it was better that it was happening to Eddie rather than him.

“Do you have everything?” Steve asked.

“I think so. What would I be missing?”

“I don’t know, you’re forgetful,” Steve shrugged.

“Well, if I forget something, then I’ll just call you and make you come down to The Hideout. Sound good?”

“No.”

“Great. Love you.”

“Hate you too, stupid.”

The two quickly kissed each other as Eddie ran out the door. Bobby was put to bed about an hour ago, so Eddie had covered all his goodnight bases for the evening.

“I should probably head out, too,” Pattie sighed as she slipped her coat on. “It was a pleasure, Stevie.”

“Always nice to see you, mom. See you next weekend?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Later that night, when Eddie got home from his gig, he burst into his bedroom and started bouncing on the bed, urging Steve awake. Steve grumbled to himself and hesitantly turned over to face Eddie.

“For the love of god, what, Edward?” Steve mumbled.

“Guess what!”

“No.”

“Steven Michael, guess!”

“No! Now shut up before you wake the beast down the hall.”

“Please, just one guess.”

“For the last time, no.”

“You’re no fun.”

Steve sighed and rolled back over, burying himself in their covers. Eddie straddled his husband and ripped the covers from his face. Steve hissed at the cool air and eventually gave up, caving to his spouse’s antics.

“How many guesses do I get?” Steve whined.

“Three.”

“I’m only guessing once.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“I don’t know, Eddie, for god’s sake, I want to sleep!”

“Come on!” Eddie started bouncing up and down.

“You better behave, I swear on my life.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Regardless, I’m too tired to deal with you.”

“Come on! Guess!”

“I don’t know—you bought the bar?”

“No! We got a gig as openers at the Hoosier Dome next weekend!”

“What‽” Steve was suddenly jolted awake in excitement. “You’re bullshitting me.”

“I would never,” Eddie guffawed.

“You’re really playing at the biggest arena in the state?”

“Sure am,” he smiled proudly. “You and Bobbs get to come backstage and all that. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Won’t it be past her bed– what the fuck am I saying? Screw her bedtime—she gets to see her father perform at the dome! Ugh, I’m so proud of you, Eds! Who’re you opening for?”

“Oh, no one big—just Gun N’ Roses,” Eddie said nonchalantly.

“Eds, that’s huge!”

Steve cheered as he pulled his sweaty husband down for a kiss. Eddie held onto Steve’s face and deepened their kiss, reducing it to teeth and tongues. Eddie rutted his hips into Steve, but Steve held onto him, holding him in place.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry, but I’m so tired. Maybe tomorrow, okay?”

“But Stevie,” Eddie whined.

“What, Eds?”

“We haven’t had sex in ages… making me think you don’t find me attractive anymore.”

“Okay, first and foremost, that’s asinine. You’re literally a smoke show—always have been, always will be. Second, I know, it’s killing me too, but Bee has been running me into the ground. She’s just at that age where she has endless energy. You can understand that, can’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah… but even when she was a baby, and we were going days without sleeping, we still did stuff,” he pouted.

“Ed, ‘stuff’ was just you giving me head.”

“Yeah, and? You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Do you not like how I give head?”

“What? No, I… what?”

“It’s a simple question.”

“Eddie, there’s nothing wrong with how you suck my dick, okay?”

“So, like… can I, then?”

“Eddie, for the love of all that is holy, it is three in the morning. Please, for my sanity, let me sleep.”

“It’ll take like five minutes.”

“Hey! I don’t finish that fast.”

“Oh, Stevie,” Eddie smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t!”

“You have since we had the baby.”

“No… that can’t be true… can it?”

“It can be and it is. However, if you’re up for a challenge–”

“Okay, yeah, more so because I want to prove you wrong.”

Eddie chuckled to himself as he started shimmying Steve’s boxers down. The couple became intimate for the first time in ages and, much to Steve’s dismay, Eddie’s point had been proven right.

“Stevie, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. It’s infuriating. I had no idea I lost so much stamina!”

“It’s okay! Just an excuse to practice a bit more—get your times up,” Eddie teased.

“Very funny, Ed,” Steve scoffed.

“Listen, my offer with pegging still stands if you’re ever feeling lazy and just wanna lay there. Wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”

“Okay, we were talking about how I can’t last longer than five minutes. How on earth did you go from there to pegging?”

“I dunno.” Eddie shrugged as he cuddled up to Steve.

“No, you do know.”

“Didn’t you want to go to sleep?”

“Well, now I’m awake, dickhead. How long have you been thinking about this?”

“I don’t know, a few years, maybe.”

“Years?”

“Uh, yeah? You know how frustrating it is to be a dude without a dick? I just wanna do what you get to do. It’s not that deep.”

“Okay, well, let’s put that on the back burner for now.”

“Can we try it after my show next week?”

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

“Oh, god, how I love you.” Eddie gently kissed Steve’s neck as he rubbed circles into his chest. “Get some sleep, big boy—it’s your morning with the beast tomorrow.”

As the couple fell into a deep slumber, it was soon interrupted by their daughter screaming at the top of her lungs from the end of the hall. The boys were stirred awake, trying to gain a sense of where they were and what was going on.

“Is that Bobby?” Steve grumbled.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. “It’s your night.”

“I know,” Steve mumbled, sitting up in bed. He trekked down to Bobby’s bedroom where he flicked on the light and knelt next to his toddler’s bed. “What’s up, Bee?”

“There’s ghosties under the bed!” She cried.

“What do they look like?”

“They don’t have faces…”

“I, um… what are they doing?”

“They have scissors and, and, and they’re cutting up the carpet. Daddy, I’m scared!”

“Okay, uh… hold on…”

Steve’s eyes were bulged out of his head as he made his way back to his bedroom. Sweat was collecting at his brow as he stood in the doorway of his room.

“You good over there, big boy?” Eddie teased.

“Nope, this one is yours.”

Eddie rolled his eyes as he climbed out of bed to tend to his daughter. As the couple walked back down the hall, Eddie was desperately trying to figure out what was going on.

“Why was she screaming?” Eddie yawned.

“She saw ghosts under the bed. She said they were cutting up her carpet.”

“Dear lord.” Once Eddie crossed the threshold, he embraced his daughter in a warm hug, gently kissing the crown of her head. “Papa’s here, baby girl.”

“Papa, daddy! Make the ghosties go!” she sobbed.

“Okay, okay.” Eddie got down on his knees and peered under her bed. “Hey, guys? I know you’re having fun under there, but it’s late, and she’s little, so you’re scaring her. So maybe calm down on the carpet cutting for tonight.” Eddie popped his head back up and smiled at Bobby. “They said they’re sorry and they’re going to bed. You should get back to sleep too, princess.”

“But papa, I’m scared!”

“Do you want me and daddy to stay until you’re asleep? Just to make sure you’re safe?” She nodded profusely. “Okay. Do you want a lullaby or a bedtime story?”

“Both…” She said with a slight lisp, clutching her bumble gum pink comforter close to her chest.

“Okay. Stevie, do you wanna grab a book?”

“Sure. What do you want, pumpkin?”

“Goodnight Moon, please.”

“Alright. Do you want story or song first?”

“Story, please.

“Okay.”

Steve crawled into the bed, pulling Bobby into his lap. He straightened out her strawberry printed nightgown and made sure she was cozy in his embrace. Bobby pushed her messy curls out of her face so she could get a better look at the pages. Steve began reading in a soft, calming voice, slowly easing his daughter’s nerves. By the end of the book, she was half-asleep.

Steve shimmied her over to Eddie’s lap where he held her close against his chest, similar to when she was younger. He rubbed small circles into her back, making her melt further into his touch. Eddie started out by quietly humming before he finally started singing.

“Once there was a way,” he started, but was quickly stopped.

“I don’t want Golden Slumbers, papa,” Bobby mumbled.

“Uh, okay… but I always sing it to you…”

“I want the other one,” she whispered. Steve and Eddie looked to each other, puzzled—they had never sung anything else to her.

“What other one, honey?”

“The one pop-pop always sings,” she said into his chest.

What does Wayne sing? Steve mouthed.

I don’t know! Eddie mouthed back, panicked.

“Do you know how it goes?” Eddie asked.

“I dunno...”

Then it hit Steve—it was the same song that brought him and his husband together all those years ago. He had heard Wayne sing it from time-to-time when he insisted on putting Bobby down for a nap.

“If I Can Dream,” Steve smiled. Tears brimmed at Eddie’s eyes—their first date; their song.

“I can sing that, pumpkin,” Eddie whispered. “There must be lights burning brighter somewhere… got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue… if I can dream of a better land…”

Eddie sang the song in a slow, low voice until Bobby was fast asleep. He slipped out from under her, turned off her bedroom light, and the couple walked back to their bedroom for the night.

“How were you so calm?” Steve grit his teeth.

“Are you kidding‽ I fucking shit myself!”

The following days were filled with more or less the same. The boys would go through their morning routine, drop Bobby off with either Wayne or Pattie before heading off to work. Then, pick their little one up, have dinner as a family, put Bobby down for the night, then switch off who had to deal with her night terrors.

But then, finally, the fateful Saturday had come—Eddie was performing at the Hoosier Dome. He had to be at the arena for sound check around noon, which Steve and Bobby tagged along for. Once that was all set, it was Guns N’ Roses’ turn to take the stage and rehearse until the show that evening. Corroded Coffin was free to roam around Indianapolis until four or five—as long as they were back by six, management couldn’t care less what they were up to.

The Harrington’s roamed around the city, taking Bobby anywhere she wanted to go. Around three in the afternoon, Bobby started to get a bit tired, so she urged her dads to sit down and rest. Eddie found a quaint brick wall that he happily hopped onto, hauling Bobby up onto his lap shortly after.

The cool breeze brushed through each of their curls and Steve couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful family. All he could think was how he got so lucky. How he ended up with such a gorgeous, loving family.

As Steve was off in his own la la land, Eddie adjusted Bobby’s bright yellow puffer jacket and her pale pink skirt (which was layered on top of some thermal leggings to keep her from catching a cold). She insisted on dressing herself for this momentous occasion, but Eddie and Steve would be damned if she’d be left to freeze.

In protest of her warm outfit, Bobby demanded she’d bring along her heart-shaped sunglasses—while Steve thought it was ridiculous, Eddie fed into his daughter’s antics and brought along his black shades as well. Oh, how the two troublemakers were similar in endless ways.

By six, Eddie was back at the arena for a final run through with Corroded Coffin, while Steve took Bobby out for dinner. They weren’t going on until eight, so Steve figured they had time to kill. At seven forty-five on the dot, Steve brought Bobby back to the dressing rooms to wish her father good luck on his set.

Eddie held Bobby close in an embrace, hugging her so tight you’d think it would be the last time he’d ever see her. He pressed a kiss into her forehead before placing giant, noise-cancelling headphones over her ears to protect her from the booming chaos of the arena. The stage hands ushered Corroded Coffin to the stage-wings, with Steve and Bobby tailing closely behind.

At eight sharp, the band stormed the stage, screeching their instruments to get the crowd going. Shortly after, Eddie boomed into the microphone: “hello, Indianapolis!” The arena erupted with cheers—Eddie couldn’t help but smile.

“How’re we feeling tonight?” Everyone cheered again. “Love it, love it! You guys should know, you’re our first big gig. Make some noise for yourselves, come on!”

And they did—Steve did his best to clap for his husband as he held Bobby up on his hip. Bobby held her hands firmly against her headphones, stunned and overwhelmed by all the commotion. Steve gently bounced her up and down as he pointed to his husband on stage. Bobby eventually put two and two together and screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Papa’s on stage!” She cheered. “Daddy, look! Papa’s on stage!”

“I know, pumpkin, I see him,” he chuckled.

Corroded Coffin played their first few songs before Eddie decided to speak to the crowd again. It was when he stopped to take a sip of water, shortly chased with complimentary beer the arena provided.

“How’re we feeling, Indianapolis‽” Cheers erupted from the audience once more. “Good, good,” Eddie chuckled. “Before we sing our last few songs, I’d like to take a second to thank everyone who made tonight possible.” Eddie started rattling off names of managers, event coordinators, Guns N’ Roses themselves, and finally, his own family. “Last, but certainly not least, my own beautiful, supportive, amazing husband—and yes, you all did hear that correctly. He’s supported me since we met back in ‘85 and he hadn’t missed a gig until we had our gorgeous daughter, and even then, he told me to get back to performing as soon as I was able to. Everyone, please, give it up for my husband. None of this could’ve been possible without him.” The crowd applauded weakly. “Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that! Give it up for my husband, ladies and gents! Come on!” Cheers and applause flooded the arena. “Yeah, that’s more like it! Alright, I think you’ve earned this last song. Hit it!”

As the band closed out with their grand finale, Bobby started kicking at Steve’s stomach, wanting to be put down to dance. She ran over to the stairs leading up to the stage and eagerly jumped up and down to the beat.

When the song finished, and everyone went to go bow, Bobby slipped through the cracks of all the production coordinators (and Steve) and ran onto the stage to smother Eddie with hugs.

“Bobby, no!” Steve yelled.

But it was no use—she couldn’t hear him through the headphones. Eddie spotted the brightly colored girl out of the corner of his eye, dropped to his knees, gingerly setting down his guitar, and wrapped his daughter in a warm embrace. She tackled him to the ground, and Eddie couldn’t help but laugh.

He squeezed her tight, running his hands through her tight ringlets, and placed a million kisses all over her face. Tears prickled are Eddie’s eyes as the entire audience faded into the background.

At the end of the day, she was what made it all worth it.

“Papa, you did so good!” She yelled, not knowing the volume of her own voice.

“Thank you, sweet girl,” he beamed. He sat up, still hugging her, as the stage crew started setting up for the main act. “We should go before we get in trouble. C’mon.”

He stood up, hiking Bobby up onto his hip, as he handed his guitar to a random stage-hand. He held her close as he headed for the stairs, meeting Steve with a warm hug.

“You did so good, baby,” Steve said.

“Thank you,” Eddie whispered.

“And you!” Steve started, pointing sternly at his toddler. “Never run away from me like that again, do you understand? Scared me half to death, Bobby.”

“Sorry, daddy…”

“Oh, give her a break. She was just excited,” Eddie said. “I appreciated the hugs. I wouldn’t mind if it became a post-show tradition,” he teased.

“Let’s not get carried away.” Steve rolled his eyes, hand rubbing up and down Eddie’s sweaty back.

“So, Harrington…” Eddie leaned in to whisper in his husband’s ear. “Our deal still on?” Steve’s eyes widened as he blushed up to his ears—Eddie smirked proudly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 8 months

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PROPAGANDA

DRAGONA JOESTAR (JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE: THE JOJOLANDS) (CW: Transphobia)

1.) While JoJolands has only barely started, Dragona already is not being treated too well. In her first appearance, a police officer sexually assaults her, and in addition makes comments about how her being transgender makes the situation more exciting for him.

Her brother misgenders her, referring to her as “"big bro”“ despite knowing she takes ”“cosmetic injections”“ that caused her to grow breasts, but this could be just a nickname Dragona doesn’t mind, ignorance from her brother, or from lack of clarity due to all translations this far being unofficial. Otherwise, Dragona isn’t usually referred to with any gendered pronouns, which could be due to the source material being in Japanese, which doesn’t really use third person pronouns, substituting them with names.

While I hope Part 9 starts treating her better, the very beginning of the story has been rough on Dragona.

2.) The JoJolands went from 0 to sexual assault in 10 pages. Yes, Dragona is sexually assaulted by a police officer less than 10 pages into the manga. The pigs then get their asses kicked by her little brother Jodio, because so far in this story, Dragona has very little ability to stand up for herself. Then there’s the fact that she isn’t even explicitly a woman in the story. She was amab, and is described as wearing feminine clothing, and having injections so she has breasts. Still, Dragona is referred to as Jodio’s big brother, and primarily uses masculine pronouns in the fan translation despite some fluidity in that department from the original Japanese. It is unclear what the author’s intent is here, and I’m not one to try and guess what’s going on in that man’s mind. There’s a chance she gets a lot of development and ends up being a well-written character. I’m not terribly optimistic with what we’ve seen so far.

3.) After 35 years of misogyny and transmisogyny, the author decided to be bold and make one of the main characters of the new part a trans woman! … who gets SAed in the first chapter and who gets the "just a tr*p” label slapped on by the narrative despite her transition being fucking discussed. You can always count on Jojo for misogyny!

GWEN STACY (MARVEL COMICS)

1.) One of the most famous examples of fridging of all time. Marvel reintroduced physics for five seconds to kill her off, then forgot about them again.

2.) Got killed off because a (male) writer thought she was a boring love interest.

3.) Got fridged

#polls #round 1 #week 2 #new #cw transphobia

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pancake-breakfast · 9 months

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The final stretch for Volume 7! We got this!

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 7, Chapters 5-6 below.

Chapter 5: Late Arrival to the End of the World

CW: Body horror

Ugh, Wolfwood did it. He brought him all the way to Knives' citadel. I know this is where Vash wanted to go, but still....

Also, I'm just gonna note this is only volume 7, so things aren't exactly gonna resolve here.

Vash's plan of attack is terrible.

Geez, he's barely walked in and his power is already going off a bit. At least he looks calm about it for once.

Wolfwood!!! Crosses? Eye of Michael turning on him? (I mean, sure, they have reason, but....) Or... is this Legato? Legato does have a thing for skulls.

Uhhh...

I'd be more worried, but I was promised a couch, so mostly I'm just terribly confused.

Oh, gods. It wasn't real. How was I supposed to know it wasn't real?!?!

Sounds like it was Legato. We don't know much about Eye of Michael, but for some reason I don't think they have weird mind abilities like that. And if they do, then they'd probably get recruited into the Gung-Ho Guns. But Legato? We've already established he can communicate telepathically and he has an established motive (he's tsundere and Wolfwood's received "undue" attention from Knives), so I'd bet it's either him or some unknown party.

"The full VIP treatment." Yeah, sure whatever. Like, Vash is that important to Knives, but Knives doesn't see other people's wills (especially Vash's and the other Plants') as seperate enough from his own to actually be able to make good calls there.

I'm not convinced Vash will be fine, but he's not wrong that Wolfwood should be particularly careful.

Wolfwood's always surprised and a bit bummed at Vash perceiving things about him and then trying to take care of him. Silly man. It's ok for the people you're closest to to worry about you from time to time.

I love how he makes an attempt to stay back, but then he can't stop himself from trying to run after Vash. If it weren't for Elandira, he'd be right there... probably being a liability. Reminds me of a post someone made about Stampede and how Wolfwood was like, "Who in their right mind would go up against that (Knives)?" when the answer was Wolfwood. Wolfwood would try and go against Knives.

Oh, honey. Elandira's a badass, but that thing earlier was not her style.

YES EXACTLY. Elandira doesn't have beef with Wolfwood. If she's gonna pick a petty fight, it will be with Legato. Otherwise, she's just doing her job. And she certainly has no desire to tear Wolfwood limb from limb. If she's ordered to kill him, a nail through the head would be good enough for her.

They're still gonna throw hands, huh? He's that desperate to follow Vash? I'm sorry, but this goes way beyond job professionalism. Or sane behavior.

Ah, that's definitely an Eye of Michael Cross. Though IIRC, Legato was the one mucking around with EoM folks last time we saw them, so... maybe this is a joint "let's take out Wolfwood" effort.

Yyyyyyeeeeaaaaahhh... there's Livio and... I forgot the other one's name.

Wait, Elandira's got her nail gun pointed at Livio??

Is this wheelchair guy the real Chapel?

LOL, Elandira doesn't have time for their shit.

Livio's still firing stuff off into the sky just to make a point, I guess.

Ugh, he's talking about Livio like he's just a pet. And... it seems like he used to be in charge of Wolfwood, too.

I like the idea that this man just... wheelchaired backwards out of there for dramatic effect.

So, Wolfwood failed to kill the person he was trying to impersonate, and he fell for his mark. I'm beginning to think he might be a sub-par assassin. (I joke, but I'm guessing it's less a matter of skill and more a matter of too much heart.)

LOL, Elandira casually flirting with Wolfwood. Probably not flirting-flirting so much as just trying to annoy him a bit.

GG Wolfwood, misgendering the canon trans person. /s At least he caught himself.

Yeah, I don't think it's blind faith from Elandira so much as it's acceptance of the inevitable demise of everything at the hands of the twins.

WTH is this stupid temple thing Vash is going to? Did Knives build himself a stupid temple??

Knives, buddy.... That canNOT be healthy.

Look at Elandira, that badass. We know Wolfwood's pretty tough, but she just wades through Knives waking up without batting an eyelash. Meanwhile, Wolfie's having to take her advice to not pass out under serious consideration.

IDK how I feel about an impending giant angel fight. Wait, yes I do. Not good. I feel not good about it. Very not good about it.

Chapter 6: Conflict

CW: Body horror, SA imagery

Oh, we're starting with Legato? That's... great. Just great.

Vash? Serious? Never!

Goshdarnit, Knives. I get you're doing this for your brother and I guess you probably don't have any intention of setting off his angel arm at this time, but... like... this isn't healthy. So very not healthy.

At least he's not surprised Vash is shooting at him this time?

Dude, your name is Millions Knives, not Hundred Guns. Put those away.

Legato, WTF are you doing?! With this... little... giant... skull scythe arm thing... just... scootching along the floor, I guess....

"Why are you so worked up?" It's because senpai hasn't noticed him and is paying attention to someone else. Duh.

This pouty face, though. I just can't with this man. He's such a freaking mess. Please throw him in the sea.

Knives: "I'm sure you understand now." Knives, a few pages later: "Dammit, Vash! How come you don't understand?!"

I love this because, in spite of everything, it's just not. Hells, it was only a few minutes back that Wolfwood tried to follow him into hell for no other reason than because he cares about Vash, and Wolfwood knows. Wolfwood knows all of it. Knives really needs to get out and meet more people.

OMG BABYGIRL <3 <3 <3 PROTECT HIM I LOVE HIM SM

In Stampede, Vash basically gives this whole speech to Knives, doesn't he?

Ah, dramatic coattails have become even more dramatic. This time on purpose and not just for artistic effect.

Not really sure what's unplugging here. Part of Vash's outfit?

Ah, yeah, that was it. I guess it's now a gun, too?

Ha! He's using the other tube to reload. Something something Stampede.

Knives... don't power that thing up.

Gods, Legato just looks like a muppet on this page.

I'm sorry, but the image of him slowly ker-plinking slowly up all those stairs in his little bag with his silly little mechanical scythe attachment thing is hilarious.

VASH. YOU PUT THAT AWAY, TOO!!! Ugh, for once I'm grateful for whatever the hell Knives is about to do to get in Vash's way.

Wait. WAIT, I TAKE IT BACK.

Knives, your logic SUCKS.

Don't worry! Someone has arrived to save the day! Behold, our hero... *checks notes* Legato Bluesummers?

I mean, fr, he's probably pretty upset already that Knives has merged with people other than himself. I guess merging with someone who he thinks might affect Knives's consciousness is too much? IDEK.

Going for some more overt rape imagery here, I see.

Gods, Knives doesn't even call Bluesummers by his name. He's just "you."

Folks... I've seen '98. I have spoilers. I know Legato's gonna break me in all different ways all too soon. But right now? I can't get over how much of a crazed muppet he is and it's just making me laugh through all the serious stuff here. But look at him! He's so giddy! Knives-sama has given him a Very Important Job! Knives-sama recognized Legato and knows Legato is here to help! Knives-sama knows this is a job for only Legato, because Legato is that dedicated to Knives-sama and is the only, ONLY person who should be at Knives-sama's side!

Oh. Yeah, I'm also worried about Vash here. I just got distracted by Legato's stupid face. I should add it to my collage.

I'm trying to decide if that's Wolfwood on the right of this shot. It looks an awful lot like Wolfwood.

Author Bonus Chapter

LOL, otaku boat....

Is that a Vash head half buried in the sand? Looking very annoyed?

Oh, I guess there was a Trigun game. I don't really know anything about it.

Waaaaaiiiiiit, that's not Trigun! That's Gungrave!

Ha! I remember when a game with dynamic world elements like that was considered top-of-the-line....

What's with this list of target audience people?

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 7 #pancake thoughts

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Transgender Day of Remembrance

Trans rights are human rights!

Let's take a moment to reflect on the lives of trans/gender diverse people that have been lost due to violence, and increasingly due to suicide. 😔🕯️🏳️‍⚧️

This is hitting me especially hard this year, as I think of all the beautiful people we have lost and continue to lose.

My challenge to everyone this year is to think about the ways we can improve the lives of trans/gender diverse people, and put that into practice today and every day. Some suggestions to follow below.

[ CW/TW - transphobia, murder, suicide, violence and hate discussed but not described ]

In their annual update, Transrespect versus Transphobia Worldwide stated there were 327 reported murders of transgender and gender-diverse people between 1 October 2021 and 30 September 2022.

Worse, we know the numbers are likely vastly higher because they are based on media reports. At Least 3 in 4 of the known trans/gender diverse victims of fatal violence will be misgendered in police or media reports surrounding their deaths, and most trans/gender diverse people don't have ID that matches their name and pronouns*.

*68% of trans/gender diverse people in the US don't have accurate ID - the global number is likely much higher

Some heartbreaking facts:

People of color in the trans/gender diverse community are at a much higher risk of being murdered.

Transgender people experience non-fatal violence more than four times more frequently than cisgender people.

Transgender women and men experience much higher rates of violent victimization (86.1 and 107.5 per 1,000 people, respectively) than cisgender women and men (23.7 and 19.8 per 1,000 people, respectively).

More than half of trans/gender diverse people have experienced sexual assault and/or intimate partner violence.

82% of transgender people have considered suicide, and 40% have attempted suicide.

Trans/gender diverse adults are 8 times more likely to be suffering serious psychological distress than the cisgender population.

61% of trans/gender diverse youth are battling symptoms of depression, compared to 29% of non-LGBTQ+ youth.

A recent study on suicide rates among adolescents gives us a glimpse into how serious the issue is for trans/gender diverse youth. The study looked at 11-19 year old adolescents over a 36 month period. 14% had reported attempting suicide. An examination of the percentage of kids attempting suicide from each gender identity group is shocking and heartbreaking.

50.8% Female-to-male transgender

41.8% Non-binary

29.9% Male-to-female transgender

27.9% Questioning

17.6% Cisgender female

9.8% Cisgender male

What can I do?

I know sometimes stats like this can come across as gratuitous, but I think it's important for all of us to understand the severity of the suffering transgender people experience. Only then can we fully grasp how much they need our support.

The number one thing we can all do to improve the lives of transgender people is to respect their gender identities as valid and real, and affirm those identities in our daily lives by using the correct name and pronouns (never assume, and never ask a trans person what their original name or pronouns were).

If you don't understand or believe trans identities are real, educate yourself. This is the internet. There are resources everywhere.

Do not assume someone's gender, or require someone to be of a particular gender in order for their perspective, interests, appearance or behavior to be considered acceptable or valid by you. Do not require people to 'out' themselves in order to earn your respect or have their voice be considered valid.

TALK to trans/gender diverse people! If you don't know any, befriend some, or reach out to the many trans people who are out and proud. Ask questions. Let them know you want to be an ally and to support them.

Respect common-sense boundaries. Don't ask about personal things like genitals, sexual activity, surgery or hormones.

Avoid backhanded compliments like, "I'd never guess you're transgender!" or "You look so real!"

Don't be a bystander. When we witness someone being discriminated against, mocked or misgendered - when we see transphobic attacks, jokes or slurs being made - STEP UP in their defense if it is physically safe to do so. Even when no trans person is present, speaking up against hate speech, mockery and misgendering wherever and whenever it occurs should be an automatic reaction in our lives. It should never be socially acceptable to harm others (and this behavior does harm).

Similarly, do not be a bystander when you see someone who is in distress. Reach out and offer your support, or else ensure that support reaches them in some way. You might save a life.

Stand up for the human rights of transgender and gender diverse people. Put your money where your mouth is. Vote for candidates who make trans rights a priority, and find ways to support trans people in your community and around the world.

Support queer refugee and asylum organizations around the world that are working hard to help queer people escape state violence and oppression.

Donate to causes that are doing this work. Particularly organizations led by trans/gender diverse people.

Seek out, elevate and amplify the voices of trans and gender diverse people at every opportunity. Work to help eliminate the marginalization and silencing of trans voices.

Stand up and work hard against racism, poverty, social injustice, sex work stigma and other major factors that contribute to the suffering of transgender people.

Trans women are women. Trans men are men. People's identities are real and complete based on how they self-identify. Resist the urge to 'qualify' them or set them apart from cisgender women and men in your mind or behavior.

Affirm and support all trans/gender diverse identities, regardless of that person's gender presentation. Not all transgender people decide to or are able to undergo medical transition. A transgender woman who looks and sounds masculine to you is still a woman.

This is by no means a comprehensive list. There are probably thousands of other ways we can help and support trans/gender diverse people in our lives. This is something we should actively explore and prioritize. It's unconscionable to stand by and watch others suffer, yet make no move toward change.

BE KIND TO OTHERS.

We never know what someone is going through, what their private hell is like. We should never underestimate our power to help someone survive just by being loving and kind, giving a smile, affirming someone's existence and value.

Lives have been saved by a smile or simple kind word at the right time. This happens much more frequently than we know.

Sources:

HRC -Dismantling a Culture of Violence

TMM TDOR 2022 Report

Transgender Adolescent Suicide Behavior

Suicidality Among Transgender Youth: Elucidating the Role of Interpersonal Risk Factors

#queer calendar #lgbtpride

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yo-snap · 21 days

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Hi, idk how to format fanfiction here. THIS IS FANFICTION!!!

Fandom: WALL-E (2008)

Title: Gender

Characters: M-O, WALL-E, AUTO, EVE, GO-2 (a GO-4 oc)

Rating: Everyone Language: English Word Count: 2,976 (excluding notes)

[A/N: I thought you tumblrinas would read this. It has a GO-4 fancharacter that i call "GO-2 (GO-4 Unit 2)" he's a robot doctor, and AUTO is that cringe ass version i posted whenever ago.

Some people like talking about gender. I don't. But it's something that comes up with robots a lot I WONDER WHY. (It's because all robots are QUEER, and denial of that is bigotry.) Anyway, here we go w the WALL-E squad bc i said so. Might be a little rambly. Spoilers: you might not like what i have to say.

TW/CW: i don't care about your feelings, INTERPRETATIONS!!!! gender stuff, lgbt+ stuff (implied), talking w friends, personal questions/feelings, misgendering??? (not really), surprise, walking in on someone, computer repairs (mentioned), meeting friends, running off, i don't mention who is talking every single time so don't hang on things]

“I'm just a little fella.”

“You're just a little guy.”

“I'm like just a little guy.”

“You're a little fella guy.”

“I'm just a little fella guy.”

AUTO turned to the two cubic robots that were talking. They seemed to be having a deep conversation.

“I'm like just the littlest fella.”

“You're the littlest fella that i know.”

“I'm like a pretty little fella.”

“You're like small.”

“I'm like a small guy.”

“Like a little fella of sorts.”

“I'm like a little fella, right???”

WALL-E nodded. “You're like a little fella.”

“Like a little guy, right???”

“Are you a guy, M-O???” AUTO couldn't keep quiet anymore.

“Huh???” They both turned to him.

“Are you a ‘guy?’ Do you consider yourself masculine???”

“‘Masculine???’ What do you mean???”

“You mean like a man, right? A male human???” WALL-E was somewhat familiar with the concept.

“Correct. Do you relate yourself personally to men???”

M-O thought. “Huh. I guess i never thought about that.” He considered. “Um… I'm gonna say ‘no,’ not really.”

“I see.”

“I think you're a little guy, but i don't think you're very male-like, M-O.”

AUTO beeped. “I would be inclined to agree. I would not consider you very masculine from an outside perspective.”

M-O considered. “But i'm still like a little guy, right???”

AUTO paused and made another tone. “Affirmative, you are just a little guy. A little fella. Small.”

“Thank you.”

“You know, i don't think i've ever thought about that myself either.” They looked at him. “I mean, i know that men and women are different. I know it's an important thing for them. But i never really gave any thought to which side i relate myself more to.”

“Have you not?”

“Nah, not really. I might relate to a character in a movie or something, but them being either male or female didn't really affect how i saw them.” He tapped his eyepiece. “I guess maybe i'm a little more masculine, since the characters that i relate to more are usually men… Or, well, at the same time, i do have a lot of women characters that i relate to, too. Hmm. I don't know!”

AUTO made a tone. “Do you think you are similar to both? Or to neither???”

He was thinking. He seemed to be struggling, as he grumbled a bit. “I-i'm sorry, what??? What's the difference?”

“Pardon. I mean to say, do you believe that they are both similar to how you see yourself? Or, do you believe that they are both different???”

“Uh…” He still wasn't understanding. “I don't know! I guess both???”

“Both what???” M-O asked, also bamboozled by the question.

“I don't know!!!”

“I apologize. I suppose the question is a bit unclear. I do not know how to say what i mean.”

WALL-E continued to think. “I guess i'm kind of masculine. And i guess i'm kind of… what's the other one? ‘Feminine???’” AUTO nodded. “And i guess i'm also kind of neither of those. I'm kind of…”

“You're kind of a silly guy.”

“Affirmative, he is just a silly guy.”

He had been trying to phrase it, but they distracted him. “Um… sure. Yeah… Thanks.”

“I believe that i understand what you are trying to say, WALL-E. It can be a very difficult thing to define. Do you find that your opinion of it changes at times???”

WALL-E considered. “Yeah. Yeah, i guess. Kind of.” He nodded. “Sure. It changes.”

AUTO nodded. “I understand. That makes sense. I have often found you difficult to classify in those regards as well. I cannot say that you are more similar to one than the other, and i cannot always say that you are similar to either of those.”

“What about me, AUTO? Am i ‘feminine???’” M-O bounced for attention.

AUTO studied him for a moment. “Not very. Perhaps in some regards, you are more feminine than masculine: as cleanliness is typically more associated with women than men. But i would not say that you are very feminine at all.”

“I think you're a good balance, M-O. You're no more feminine than you are masculine, at least to me.”

“But how do you perceive yourself??? Your opinion of yourself is the most important.”

M-O shook his head. “I don't relate more to women than i do men. I think you're both right about me. I like being neither.”

AUTO nodded. “That makes sense. I am happy that you are comfortable.”

“Well, what about you, AUTO??? How do you see yourself???” WALL-E cocked his head.

“I find the perception of myself somewhat similar to both of you. Most times, i do not consider myself either masculine or feminine. But other times, i consider myself feminine.”

WALL-E made a shocked tone. “Whoa, really??!! You consider yourself feminine?!”

AUTO felt awkward. “Yeees… Is that surprising???”

WALL-E fidgeted. “W-well… yeah, a little. I didn't usually see you as either, but i would have said you were slightly more masculine than you are feminine.”

“I understand why you say that. My voice chip is rather low, which is a masculine trait. And i suppose that first encounters are important for how you perceive somebody. I may have come across as more masculine when we first met. Is that your opinion???”

“Y-yeah, i guess that has something to do with it.” He glanced away. “Um, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make this awkward.”

“There is no need to apologize. I appreciate your input. Would you like to know why i consider myself more feminine???” WALL-E nodded, and M-O beeped in the affirmative.

“The AUTOPILOTs are each essentially part of a triad. There is us, and there is the onboard computer, and there is the ship. The onboard computer was given a feminine voice, much more human in intonation than mine is. Many of her dialog options were recorded at one time by a human woman. She was given the ability to synthesize new words using the phonemes, er, rather, the sounds of the languages with which she was installed. She can answer questions and relay various items from her library, but she is not quite the same variety of AI that we are.

“The ships are considered feminine. Humans have almost always referred to ships as feminine, out of tradition. To my knowledge, it is in relation to the safety and protection provided by a mother or a goddess, or sometimes it is in accordance with the idea of ‘Mother Nature.’” He glanced down at a very confused M-O. “Um… they just refer to vessels as feminine.”

“Okay. And since you're part of the three, you consider yourself feminine, too???” WALL-E was following along.

“Correct. Not always, but on occasion. I feel it would be a bit silly not to. I believe that i have some traditionally feminine traits, such as the concern that i have for the safety of my passengers and robots. I am very diligent in reviewing the information that the computer provides and making adjustments as necessary in order to maintain their safety. I also try my best to accommodate my captains and remind them of their personal needs. I believe that i am sometimes somewhat motherly, which is typically the most feminine that an individual can be.” He thought. “But i suppose those traits could be seen as fatherly as well, depending on inflection or interpretation.”

“I think that might have been what it was for me. Sorry for misinterpreting you.” WALL-E made an apologetic tone.

“That is quite alright. I believe many of my captains have interpreted that as well. Most have used only masculine pronouns when referring to me. I do not mind. I wonder how i would feel if i had been referred to with feminine pronouns.” He tapped his face.

“I always thought you were neither, AUTO. You're too smart to be compared to a human.”

He made a tone. “Thank you, M-O.” He reached down and pet the top of M-O’s head, making him wiggle and chirp happily.

WALL-E made a delighted tone. “I wonder what Eva would say. I don’t think i’ve ever asked her what she thinks.”

“Do you think she’s done with her tune up yet???”

“Inconclusive. Let us ask.” AUTO floated over to the console that connected to the various areas of the ship and put the line through to the repair ward. They could see the video feed on the screen, and it showed GO-2 working on Eva’s body compartment. The three of them made embarrassed and flustered tones, and the two robots on the other end looked over at the camera. “Apologies!!! I did not intend to disrupt!”

GO-2 and Eva glanced at one another, and he floated between her and the camera. “It is no issue. May i help you with something, AUTO???”

“Oh, nothing important. We were just curious as to the estimated time at which Eva's tune up will be complete.” The others were chattering in the background.

GO-2 considered for a moment. “I believe we are almost finished. We should be roughly completed by the time WALL-E and M-O arrive here, if they intend to meet Eva.”

“Ooh, really???” WALL-E glanced at the screen again after being too embarrassed to look.

“Affirmative. We will not be much longer.”

M-o beeped. “Oh, yeah, let's go meet her!”

“Thank you, GO-2. End transmission.”

GO-2 saluted at the camera, and AUTO turned off the line. He turned to his friends. “You are leaving now???”

“In a minute. Do you wanna come with us, AUTO???”

AUTO thought about it. “I am unsure. I do not want Eva to be upset with me.”

“Oh, you worry too much! We'll just tell her that we bugged you until you connected to the ward.” M-O pat AUTO's arm to comfort him.

“We'll always take the blame when Eva's mad at you, AUTO!”

He made a low tone. “Thank you, WALL-E. But i highly doubt the effectiveness of your efforts.”

The three of them made their way towards the repair bay. They didn't have a MVR with them, so it took them a bit longer; and M-O latched onto WALL-E after a little while ‘to not slow them down.’ The others knew that wasn't why he did it, but they would have both admitted to wanting to carry him in their hands if they were asked. M-O didn't want them to fight about it.

They entered to see Eva waiting around after her repairs were completed. It must have been just before they got there, as GO-2 was still updating her repair log. He inputted the last bit of info and hurried over to see his friends. “Hello all! How are you today???”

M-O zipped over to circle around Eva. He beeped happily and circled around GO-2 as well. “Hiii GO-2!!!”

WALL-E rolled up beside Eva and they both reached to hold hands. “Hi GO-2! We're good, how are you???”

“I am well, thank you. It is always a pleasure to work on Eva.”

“It's a pleasure to be here, GO-2!” Eva made a bright tone.

“I must apologize, Eva. I sincerely did not mean to invade your privacy as i did.” AUTO made a low tone and cautiously hovered toward GO-2.

WALL-E beeped quickly. “Uh, it was my idea, Eva! We thought you were almost done.”

“Uh, yeah, i was the one that said that. Heheh, i guess i got my timing off. Sorry.”

She rolled her eyes. “It's fine, guys. We're all robots here.”

“Oh yeah, that's why we all came down here!” M-O rolled between GO-2 and Eva. “AUTO asked us about how we think about ourselves! Like if we're more similar to men or women.” He beeped. “I said that i was neither. WALL-E said that he was both and also neither. And he was really surprised by what AUTO said about himself!”

“Okay!!! But to be fair, you guys have all known him a lot longer than i have!!!”

That made Eva curious. “What did he say???”

“That he believes that he is somewhat feminine???”

“You knew that, GO-2???!!!” This was still an intense point for WALL-E.

He made a tone. “Of course. I am a sort of psychiatrist as well as a regular doctor to our robots. We have talked about this at length.”

“GO-2 was the first person that i told. I additionally simply trusted him as a friend.” AUTO put his hand on GO-2's back.

“Wait, what does ‘feminine’ mean???” Eva cocked her head.

“It's like a woman. ‘Masculine’ is like a man.” M-O wanted to make sure he still understood, and was satisfied that no one corrected him.

“Oh.” She processed. “So AUTO is like a woman???”

“W-well, partially. I typically see myself as neither masculine nor feminine.”

Eva thought for a moment. “I guess that makes sense.”

“How do you see yourself, Eva???”

She glanced at WALL-E. “I think it makes sense to be neither. I don't think i'm more like women than i am man. And i don't think i'm like men very much at all.” She beeped. “I guess i'd have to think about it.”

“Well– can i tell you what i think???” WALL-E wanted to share.

“Um, sure.”

“Okay, so when i first saw you, i thought you were beautiful. Gorgeous. Completely amazing. I was astounded. I couldn't believe my optics. You were incredible. You–”

“Yes, WALL-E, we know how you felt.” All of them, especially Eva, had heard WALL-E's first impression of her a hundred times before.

He made an awkward tone. “Er, w-well, i thought you were a little bit masculine in appearance. Like in shape, anyway. You were kind of like… like a triangle???” He put his hands together to demonstrate the upside-down shape that he meant. “Which is like a man. And especially with the ion rifle. I thought you were like an action hero, which are usually men.

“But then i saw you up close, and i heard your cute little giggle, and i wasn't sure anymore! And then we actually met, and your voice was so sweet and beautiful and wonderful, and i thought it was really feminine! Aaand after that i kind of lost it again. I think you're kind of like both, and also like neither. I wonder if you and i are alike like that.”

AUTO made a quiet tone. “M-may i offer my opinion???”

She slowly turned to him and glanced him up and down. “Sssuuure.”

He tapped his fingers together nervously. “W-well, i will say concisely: i view you as more feminine than masculine. In regards to shape, you are very rounded, and i believe that you were designed to look like an upside-down egg, which are things that come from female animals. Your directive had you incubate plant samples, which can also be considered feminine, as females are almost always the ones to incubate within their bodies.

“Your voice chip is also more feminine than masculine. I like it very much. But i have to believe that you were intended to be seen as feminine completely, as you were given a name that reflects the Biblical character of the first woman. I would say that your, rather, all of the EVEs’ intention was to be feminine: but you personally are not completely feminine. I think you are you, Eva. I admire that about you.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and AUTO thought he might have said something wrong. “I also think you're just Eva. You're a round fella.” M-O wanted his opinion to be known.

“Like how you're a little fella.” She didn't say it as a question.

“Exaaaactlyyyyy.” He nodded his head and looked at everyone as if trying to convince them.

“What about you, GO-2??? Do you have an opinion about yourself???” WALL-E didn't want him to be left out.

He turned to him. “Not exactly. Not in those parameters. I suppose that i can be either feminine or masculine, depending on how i am viewed. Human doctors do not have a typical gender… or, rather, they are not typically men, nor typically women: they are both. As for how i see myself, i do not give it much thought. I am usually too busy to consider that aspect of myself. I like who i am, and do not feel that i need to label myself as either masculine or feminine.”

“Yeah, me too!” M-O chirped.

“Affirmative, i feel that way as well most times.” AUTO nodded.

“I guess i'm kind of like that too. But now i am gonna think about it, because you guys are saying that i seem feminine. Maybe i'll agree with you.” Eva still needed some time.

“I can understand that. But i also want to think that i could be either. I wonder what it would be like to be a man or a woman.” WALL-E tapped his eyepiece.

“Well, whatever it's like, i'm sure it's not as fun as this!” Eva took off out of the repait ward, giggling and looking back as she did.

“Eva!!!” WALL-E called after her and dashed to follow.

“Oh, i'll catch you guys later! See ya!!!!” M-O sped off as fast as he could. “Hey guys, wait up!!! I'M JUST A LITTLE FELLA!!!”

AUTO and GO-2 watched them leave. They were both glad to see that they were so happy.

“You know, AUTO…” He turned to look at GO-2. “I could always try to adjust your voice chip. Perhaps i could help you sound more feminine. If you would like that.”

He made a tone. “Thank you for the offer, GO-2. But i am content with my voice as it is currently. It is how i have always sounded, and that voice matches me now. But thank you for offering again. I always appreciate it.” He affectionately pet GO-2 on his siren, and GO-2 made a satisfied tone.

[Post a/n: check under your chairs, i lost the ending again. Oops.

Heeeyy, there you go. THEY'RE QUEER! And i don't care if you don't agree. To clarify: M-O is gender neutral, WALL-E is genderfluid, AUTO is demifemme/gender neutral, Eva is questioning nonbinary, and GO-2 is agender. They use the pronouns that i used here. That's my version. Peace sign.

This is cross-posted on FFN and AO3 under the title "GO-4 It!!!"]

#fanfiction #wall e #wall e fanart #fan interpretation #robot genders #lgbtq fanfiction #i honestly just want to make somebody mad #There's more shit on my FFN and AO3 under the same username i think

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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hi there! I really loved your Gotham Eddie Spanking fic and I was hoping you could maybe write a Possessive Reader calling Gotham Ed her Princess? you could incorporate some Spanking or Mommy stuff or any other kinks you'd like I'm blanking atm I just think he deserves to be someone's Pretty Princess

Pretty Princess

Gotham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 700 ed is the most babygirl-ish babygirl to ever babygirl and writing this confirmed that fact in my head so i hope this is the kind of thing you were looking for i dunno i just want him to stand still while i tell him how pretty he is! �� request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: possessive, spanking, rimming because i couldn't help myself, mommy!kink a lil bit, misgendering but consensual i guess

Ed’s apartment was very open plan, and allowed no privacy apart from one closet and the bathroom, which he stepped out of nervously, blushing already as his eyes found you sitting on the edge of his bed. You were fully clothed, which disappointed him, and only served to make him more anxious, very timid, since he was wearing what you told him to wear.

“Don’t be shy, pretty boy. Come over to me.” Patting the edge of the bed, you watched him wander over, a pair of small, silk panties on, lace edging grazing against his soft pale skin, glasses still on, but nothing else to cover his tall, surprisingly muscular body. He shifted awkwardly beside you, arms crossed over his chest, before he clasped his hands together and let them drop to his thighs, sinking between them as he flitted between sitting up straight, which he knew you would approve of, and hunching over himself to feel smaller, less exposed.

“You’re so beautiful Eddie. There’s no reason for you to be so shy, you know how pretty I think you are.”

His gaze never left the floor, but his cheeks, a rosy pink, were pushed up as his smile spread into them.

“Stand up and do a little twirl, let me admire you.”

Feeling enthused by your words, a sense of confidence instilled by your appreciation of his body, Ed stood up, turned around a few times, and stopped, his back towards you, looking over his shoulder at you for approval.

“Wow, baby girl, you really are a work of art.”

A shy little smile crossed his face again, and it was impossible, as usual, not to reciprocate.

“Who do you belong to, Ed?”

“You.”

“Who’s your mommy, sweet boy?”

“You are.” Ed’s voice cracked as he spoke, desperation and pleasure colouring it.

“And you’re my?”

“Special little princess.” He beamed at himself, already knowing he had the answer right, desperate to please you and able to still be self-satisfied in his intelligence even if it was a simple question like that.

“So pretty! Will you take those off and bend over for me, please?”

His long, slender fingers teased into the waistband of the underwear, pulling them out and down his long legs, stepping out of them, cupping his hands in front of his semi-erect cock, endearingly shy around you, despite his lack of need to be modest. Bending over the bed, he looked back at you for reassurance, meeting your gaze and sighing softly at your smile, his eyes shining behind the lenses of his glasses. He placed his chin on the mattress, knees on the floor and waited for your touch.

Gliding over his soft, round cheeks with your palm, you gently spanked him, indulging yourself as you enjoyed the little jerks he made as you struck him. Kneeling behind him, you held his hips and pulled him closer to you, arching his back to he was raised to your level. With one hand finding it’s way, tight around his length, you spread his cheeks with the other and pressed your tongue to his hole.

Trying to match the speed of your strokes with the insertion of your tongue into him, Ed crumbled under the pleasure, whining and growling into the sheets on the bed, his two sides, strong and weak, falling together, confused and merged at the intense pleasure. He kept adjusting himself, trying to make it easier for you to reach him, to lap at him, trying to move his hand to his cock to take over.

“Just lie there and take it, Eddie. Princesses don’t do any work.”

There was no disagreement, instead he brought his hands to above his head, stretched out, fingers digging into the mattress, clawing at the sheets as he moaned into them, muffled and desperate.

“I’m going to make my princess cum, ok? You’re all mine, I want every last drop of you.”

There were no coherent words as Ed came onto the sheets, spilling onto the floor by the bed as he shuddered into his orgasm, wailing into the bed as you pumped a few more times, milking him completely as he mewled and panted. Just a babbling mess, looking very, very pretty and very worn out.

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a little taste of arson and catharsis for the @magicaltrans pride gift exchange. thank you so much @katie-alden and @crazybutgood for beta reading. for toxik_angel, i hope you enjoy! cw for misgendering, and, uh, arson. read on ao3

The owl reads simply: Alley behind Ollivander’s, three o’clock. Malfoy stubs their cigarette out on the underside of their shoe when Harry arrives at quarter to.

“My, we’re a bit trigger happy tonight, aren’t we?” they say.

Harry pulls the invisibility cloak off the top of his head. “Then that must make two of us.”

Malfoy is in what they usually wear these nights: dark trousers and a sleek black cloak, those flint gray eyes glinting out from the shadow it casts over his face. They look like the poster child for a recent Hogwarts graduate who is up to no good, and Harry guesses that’s exactly what they are. Malfoy crowds in next to him, and he slings the invisibility cloak over them both, letting Malfoy lead them off the side alley and down the empty, darkened street.

This time, it’s a small novelty shop that sells sweets and collectibles on Diagon. Malfoy is disturbingly skilled at advanced unlocking charms, and has them through the front door in seconds. Harry casts a disillusionment charm on the windows, but he knows they won’t be caught.

“You can thank Pansy for the tip,” Malfoy says, hair cast with an amber sheen from the Diagon street lights trickling in through the window. “She spotted them last week.”

“I’ll have to send her a card.”

When Harry lights a lumos, his face smiles back at him from every corner of the store. He grins out from posters, winks from t-shirts, waves cheerfully from a set of postcards. They’re all images of a faded, dated version of himself, someone he no longer recognizes — shoulder length hair and Gryffindor skirts, even a poster of him in that gaudy blue dress they’d gotten him into for the Yule Ball.

Malfoy picks up an honest to God votive candle with Harry’s face on it and smirks. “You’re like a god to these people.”

They toss the candle over to Harry, who looks down at his old face beneath his old name and the calligraphed text: The Girl Who Lived.

“Yeah,” he says. “Then you’d think they’d at least get my name right.”

Malfoy always starts the fires. Harry can never control his magic the way they do, emblazoning a small square of flame in the middle of the shop, artfully contained by a sphere of fire-resistant wards. Harry christens the flame by tossing the candle into it, and it belches out a cloud of gray-blue smoke.

Into the fire goes the rest of it — keychains with Harry’s deadname, collectors’ edition Prophet articles with photos of him when he was in Hogwarts, his long braided hair, his eyes glowering at the camera. He’d given the world a year to catch on, and most everyone had. Even his chocolate frog card got it right. Anyone who didn’t at this point just wasn’t trying.

The flame sparks and grows as they make their offerings, devouring a version of himself he never really was. Malfoy’s face is painted in yellows and golds as they tear posters off of walls and watch as they crumble into nothing but light and ash. The fire licks Harry’s skin with heat and beads sweat at his forehead and reminds him that even now, he, too, can burn.

Malfoy smokes another cigarette on the countertop while Harry makes sure they didn’t miss anything. They’re quieter now than they were in school, and Harry doesn’t know exactly how they became so skilled with flame spells, but he knows that the line between fear and mastery is razor thin.

When Harry is finished, Malfoy extinguishes the fire with a wave of their wand, and the tower of flame collapses into a pile of ash, soot, and ribbony smoke. Harry can’t help but to think of Fawkes, her tiny newborn beak edging out from the ashes, dark eyes ready to overflow with tears.

Malfoy tosses the butt of their cigarette into the pile. “They’ll know it’s you doing it eventually.”

“Good,” Harry says. “Then maybe it’ll make them remember my name.”

They leave the shop like that, half ransacked, reeking of smoke and the scent of burning plastic. Malfoy doesn’t even pull the door behind them when they follow Harry out onto the street.

“It’s been fun,” they say, pulling the hood of their cloak back over their eyes. “Maybe next week we do something more exciting, like rob Honeydukes.”

Harry sees Malfoy at parties now and then, the odd pub, the occasional Quidditch match. This is the only time they ever speak. He can hardly remember how it started sometimes, or when he started trusting Malfoy more than most people in his life. But Harry knows there are parts of themself Malfoy throws into the fires too, even though they might not burn in the same way.

The night air is thin and cold, and the fire has burned an afterglow onto Harry’s eyes, the shape of the raging flames outlined in white everywhere he looks — the empty night, the starless sky, and Malfoy shrouded in darkness beneath it. Not the only person who cares, and not the only person who understands it — but the only person who’s willing to do anything about it.

“Thanks,” Harry says. “For the tip.”

Malfoy shrugs one shoulder, the way they always do. “I wouldn’t want anyone to do it to me.”

Malfoy pushes their fingers into Harry's hair when Harry kisses them, like they’ve been expecting it, like they knew Harry was going to do it before he did. Harry tastes smoke on their lips, the memory of extinguished flame. There will always be more to burn, Harry knows, even when the flames singe his skin. But in the spaces in between, there will also be room for this: faint whispers of light, and pockets of immutable warmth, waiting to be sparked into life.

#drarry #trans harry potter #trans draco malfoy #nonbinary draco malfoy #drarry fanfiction #hpdm #drarry fic #drarry fanfic

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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WIBTA for inviting my cousin to an LGBT meet up?

Cw: mentions of suicide and transphobia

I (18M) am a trans man and my cousin N (21F) is a lesbian who is very masc presenting. We're the only queer cousins in the family (at least in our generation) so weve always been good friends and shes been one of the biggest supporters of my transition, defended me from bigoted family members and always corrected family when they used my deadname/old pronouns. I lowkey hoped she would come out as a trans man or nonbinary as well. We dress in the same style which makes it so when were hanging out together one of us is gonna get misgendered since people asume both of us are trans men or masc girls. When N is the one being misgendered she doesnt bother fighting it since its more trouble than its worth but looking back i think it really annoyed her.

Earlier this year N was severely struggling with her mental health. I apologize for the wording i may have since i dont know the proper terminology for this stuff or any specific disorder diagnosis she may have (other than autism). She was having some sort of manic or depressive episode. She was dead set on pushing people away and making them hate her so she could take her own life without regrets.

I visited N once to give her my support during a struggling time but i stupidly told her there was nothing she could say that would push me away. She told me not to test her but i kept pushing it and i admit what happened next was my fault. She told me in a very cold voice that she was a terf, though that she didnt want me dead but that "we" (im guessing she meant trans ppl) made it so much harder for her to exist(???????). I didnt let her keep talking just and left her room, said my goodbyes to her family and just cried while driving home.

Im still not sure if she meant it or if it was part of her mental episode and just a way for her to hurt me and push me away. On one hand ig it explains some of her behavior? N sometimes complained when she got asked for her pronouns or being misgendered like I mentioned before. On the other hand, I gen do not believe she has been a terf all along esp with how supportive shes been of me. If she was a terf youd think she would try to subtly talk me out of it, but that has never happened. My friends have nicknamed her schrodinger's terf lol

Anyway, i went no contact with N for a few months for my own wellbeing. During this time i heard that she tried to kill herself a few times, which got her into a mental hospital. She was given higher doses of meds and seems to be doing way better.

We had a family reunion this week and i decided to approach her. N seemed a little hesitant to talk to me but stayed polite. I tried testing her and talked about the effects T has been having on me but she acted like she always had and congratulated me and even complimented me on how deep my voice has gotten. I wasnt satisfied cause i wanted an apology for what she had said to me so i pushed it more. She did end up apologzing but it was a very surface level apology. At this point i didnt want to keep pushing in case it set her off again so i just took her apology (plus i wanted my best cousin back) and spent the rest of the day hanging out with her.

On the way home my mom said she was happy me and N had made up and that i should invite her to the lgbt club meetings Ive been going to this year. It seemed like a good idea to me, she lost a few friends during her episode and she could make more queer friends here. If N is trans and just in denial it could help her get the resources she needs to feel comfortable coning out. If N IS a terf maybe having more positive interactions with trans ppl could change her mind on it. Overall i thought it would be a win for her.

I brought it up to my friends and some of them blew up at me. Their argument was that itd be exposing the other trans ppl in the group to a terf and putting them in danger. I truly hadnt considered this angle so im kinda conflicted now. She had never felt like an unsafe person before and now that her episode is over she feels normal again. Even if she is a terf i dont think she could actually cause harm? I want N to get better but i dont want to put my trans friends at risk.

So tumblr, WIBTA for inviting N to my lgbt meet up?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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