#fun fact did you know i exclusively wore skirts and dresses when i was younger

[klugpuuo]

Amitie is trans(masc): an essay

sort of

i like amitie puyo puyo and i headcanon them as a trans guy. This is not at all a popular headcanon, so I feel like I have to justify it. Wahoo

I will refer to amitie by no pronouns or they/them exclusively as I do not wish to upset anyone who headcanons them as transfem or cis.

also please note although i do seriously headcanon ami as a dude 99% of this is a joke i don't actually think the moon and sun and clothes and shit should be gendered . thanks

The dumb

1.Something Puyo Puyo has built itself on since the Compile era is stereotypes. Gay. Lasses wore skirts (or pants and skirts) and lads usually just wore pants. Everyone wore armor because if you didn't you would be a total idiot. i mean seriously you would be so fucking stupid

This continued on until the late Sega era, because of course it did. In fact, aside from noncanon art and stuff like Puyo DA!, there's only been one character before Puyo Puyo Quest who was a lass and wore pants.

[ID: A png image of Amitie's shocked sprite from Puypop Fever]

THIS GUY

Out of ALL their classmates, out of EVERYONE until like quest (and INCLUDING puyoteto), AMITIE is the ONLY girl character to EVER canonically wear pants without ALSO wearing a skirt/a dress/another piece of clothing generally considered "feminine" for some reason that is beyond me.

if clothes have to be gendered then amitie has to be a boy. checkmate transphobes

2.You know how transphobes say all transmascs have terrible fashion as a way to belittle and discredit their ultimate swag?

yeah

The personal

3.The first time I ever heard abt Amitie I thought they were a guy because before I watched Little Witch Academia and became enlightened I associated the word "magician" with a guy with either a stupid little mustauche or a long ass beard

4.Amitie looks sick as hell w top surgery scars

1.When I was younger and still thought I was a girl I once called myself "a tomboy but like not super athletic so just a boy" and I can hear Amitie saying that so

2.Another thing I did was I would make my voice deeper and when others said they couldn't hear the difference I'd get so so sooo upset and Amitie having almost half of their alt. voices be a lot deeper than their normal voice reminded me of that

3.All in all I just really relate to Amitie. From everything from their anxieties over their friends to their tendency to get in way WAY over their head to trying desperately to go above and beyond for their friends. It's all stuff I can relate to, and as I am the type of mentally ill person who finds a character I relate to, latches onto them and gives them all my mental illnesses and genders along with the ones they already have. yea

4.also seeing them present themself as a guy gives me massive Euphoria

The desperately grasping at symbolic straws

1.Okay so you know how the moon is generally regarded as feminine and the sun is generally regarded as masculine in some cultures (which is fucking stupid they're a rock and a ball of gas respectively but)

And how Amitie's "Red Amitie" alternative form from the (arguably) canon Puyo Puyo!! 20th anniversary has tons of sun imagery to the point where everyone thought the deity Amitie was part of was of the sun?

But apparently there's far more proof that it was, at least originally, a deity of the moon?

And how most of Amitie's spells are more fire-related than moon-related?

What I'm trying to say is they are so transgender they just completely changed the type of god they were

(this point can also be used for the opposite in cultures where the sun is feminine and the moon is masculine. solidarity if you want .)

2.I was looking up names for fun and I found "Alden" which is a masculine name that means "old friend" and I keep nearly crying thinking abt them changing their name to that once they transition to a more masculine yes

thanks for reading. if youre transphobic on this post i wont even respond to you i am just ignoring you

if anything i said here was harmful or upsetting tell me and i'll edit it or just delete the post

#puyo puyo #shitpost

[theguardianace]

Hmmmmmm venting in the tags. No need to read if you don’t want to.

#tw dysphoria #btw #so i need to get some new shorts right cause mine are starting to wear out #which is sad because i love these shorts #I’ve had them for a few years now and they’re the only shorts I’ve ever likes #so I’m looking online for some shorts that are similar and i just. cannot find any its so sad #cause I’m looking through these and going #i can’t wear these #i don’t know if it’s a weird thing to be dysphoric about cause its not even the style or the colors? #i don’t mind wearing women’s clothing but shorts and some shirts are the exception #its like #this isnt me this is wrong #i mean i only realized it might (probably) be dysphoria recently #and partly my asexuality cause most shorts are way too short and they feel way too revealing #i just want my super androgynous shorts ok #and like I know I could technically get mens shorts but i just know my mom wouldn’t let me #actually wait i have to go to Meijer anyways to get other things for camp i wonder if i can find something ther #probably not but #i just want some androgynous shorts please it’s all i need ok I can’t wear traditional women’s athletic shorts i will cry if that happens #fun fact did you know i exclusively wore skirts and dresses when i was younger #why can’t it be that easy anymore #i like skirts and all but only long ones with leggings underneath and only for formal wear #give me the shorts that go to my knees! that makes me happy! #it also doesn’t help that all these pictures online are of peoples butts like that totally doesn’t make me uncomfortable or anything /s #and apparently there are no shorts that don’t have little cuts in the side?? what’s up with that #I might delete this later depending on if i find shorts or not

[lostbutterflyutau]

Do you have any Delgado pregnancy or childcare headcanons?

HelloAnon, If you’re talking about the canon family – Victor, Ash, Carla – then, no.I don’t have any regarding pregnancy. This is partly because I write my fics onan alternate timeline that Ash isn’t part of. Don’t get me wrong. I love hercharacter and the canon story. I just write on a different timeline I startedbefore we met Ash. The other reason for this is because, well, I don’t often think about thesekinds of things. I’m not into the whole lifescript thing. For those whodon’t know, the term “lifescript” refers to the path that most people in apopulation take in life. School – college – marriage – kids. Stories aboutkids, babies, pregnancy and the like have never interested me, so I don’tusually explore these subjects. In fact, pregnancy can sometimes even be aturn-off when I’m reading or watching something.However, there are exceptions and flashback sequences for existing charactersare one of them. (The other is if it honestly, truly fits the characters andwhat they want from life).

Thatbeing said, there are a few headcanons that I have for Victor raising Carla.They come from my storyverse, but I suppose they can work alongside canon aswell:

Being a single father wasn’t easy for Victor, especially when strangers would get nosy and ask why Carla didn’t have a mother (and insist she need one) or why he was the one buying her dresses and tying her ribbons.      

Carla loves to dance. It’s one of her gifts and a very important part of who she is. Victor is the one who taught her how to dance and it’s something that they still enjoy doing together. No matter where they were or how tough things got, Carla would find a reason and a place to dance.

Victor is awful at styling Carla’s hair. He tried. He really did. But just couldn’t quite get the hang of it. When she was little, it was usually tied in a low ponytail with a large ribbon. At least until she learned to do her own hair. He eventually learned to put it up in a ponytail with a braid wrapped around the base, but it took a lot of practice.

Carla always wore cute dresses growing up. The kind with wide sashes and floaty skirts. Dresses were one thing her father didn’t mind spending money on. Victor actually liked picking out her clothes and wanted her to look cute and feel pretty, which was easier when she was younger. Aside from stolen money, if they were in good condition, Carla’s old clothes could be sold or traded for new ones when she outgrew them.

Speaking of clothing, up until she was fourteen, Carla wore child-sized clothing because it was cheaper and easier. She’d always been petite, so it wasn’t a problem until she put her foot down and said she wanted to look and dress her age.

Throughout the years, they occasionally travelled and worked with a group of thieves. They first met up when Carla was five and only worked together a few times. Not surprisingly, though she’ll never admit it, Carla is a total Daddy’s Girl, and when she was put in the care of the men’s wives, she refused to let them dress her or brush her hair or basically anything that Victor normally did.As far as she was concerned, that was Papa’s job and would throw a fit when they tried to touch her.

When she got older, however, she was more open to their help in learning how to do her makeup and hair. It’s because of these women that Carla developed her interest in makeup. She’s surprisingly girly and still loves to get dressed up and do her hair and makeup and attend parties and festivals.

Unfortunately, the men and boys in the group were less kind. The men poked fun at Victor for being a single father with a daughter and knowing how to properly brush her hair, tieher ribbons and sashes and for picking out her clothes. The boys picked on Carla because she was the youngest and the only girl. They pushed her around and refused to include her in any of their games.

Since Carla didn’t often interact with other children, she became good at entertaining herself when she and her father weren’t planning their next scheme. Aside from dancing, she developed some artistic talents. She doesn’t often like using them, but she’s decent at colour coordination, painting, putting decorations together and, as stated, applying and blending makeup.

Carla’s favourite storybook as  a child was one about a lost little kitten trying to find her family and place in the world. But she lost her original copy of it years back during one of her and Victor’s many moves.

Exclusive to my storyverse Carla didn’t often want to hear traditional bedtime stories. She wanted to hear stories about her mother and it was through these that she got to know her  despite never meeting her. She tells Gabe in When the Music Changes that,  “Papa told me all the stories. From their first meeting to…the last kiss.”  

It’s not much, but this is what I have for now. Thanks for the ask!

#elena of avalor #Carla Delgado #ask #anon ask #Headcanon #Adrianna talks #ask me anything #except maybe not lifescript stuff #especially about pregnancy and babies

[ftm-elliot-blog1]

Introduction

Hey I’m Elliot and I’m 22 years old. I love comics and video games. 

I’m making this blog because I want a place to vent about any gender issues or thoughts I may be having. A place where people from my life can’t see or judge. I guess I’ll type up how I got to this point:

I was dfab and had two brothers growing up. My younger brother and I are close in age and would always play together. Whenever we would play pretend, even as small kids, I would be a boy. When I was 7 I dressed as Dracula for Halloween and one of his new friends thought I was his brother. I didn’t mind.

I was very much a “tomboy” growing up. I begged my dad for DBZ action figures when I was five, I’d dig up worms to go fishing, exclusively play kickball at recess. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy some “girly” things as well. I was picky about dolls but I loved Barbies. In fact, my mom spoiled me rotten with as many girly things she could get her hands on. At one point I had an entirely pink princess bedroom. At that age you don’t really care. That stuff made my mom happy so it made me happy too.

Anyway, I moved to a new state in first grade. I had a really hard time making friends because I was really shy back then. Eventually I made a friend named Kevin. At recess we’d set up obstacle courses on the playground and time ourselves on how fast we completed them. Like when Goku trained I guess, I don’t know haha. 

3rd/4th grade rolled around and for whatever reason the genders became very segregated. Particularly at lunch, there was a “girls table” and a “boys table”. 90% of my friends were guys and I had a crush on this kid named Colby so I always sat with them. The boys didn’t care but the girls would make fun of me a lot. 

Shortly after that, puberty hit. I swear, with every stage that happened I broke down in tears. I refused to shave when I started growing hair. My mom got mad at me and made me shave after realizing I was “growing a forest under my arms”. I cried when I got boobs because I just plain didn’t like them and I couldn’t go shirtless anymore. Plus sleeping on my stomach was suddenly uncomfortable. 

And of course, getting my period. Thankfully it was at home and my mom was there to explain everything. After I asked all of my questions I burst into tears. My mom consoled me but I remember her puzzled face. She tried reassuring me that this meant I was healthy. I was pretty upset. 

I had begun to dress myself around this time. I stopped wearing dresses in 1st or 2nd grade because they were inconvenient. My parents didn’t have a whole lot of money but I pretty much stuck to the t-shirt and pants thing. My mom tried to make a deal with me to wear skorts, those shorts that looks like skirts, but nah. 

I have a few distinct memories of watching kids get on the buses and thinking “I wish I could switch lives with them for awhile.” I would fantasize about it for too long. What I didn’t want to admit was that the kids I wanted to switch lives with were all boys.

In middle school I tried to be as girly as possible. I wore makeup as often as I could, grew my hair out super long and wore tighter clothes + pushup bras. This is around the time the emo/scene thing was trendy and I wanted to be an emo boy so bad. I tried to reason with myself that I just didn’t like the hairstyles that the girls had. I was also getting pretty depressed about my appearance around this time. All that hair and makeup was time consuming and not worth it. I didn’t feel as great as I thought I would have. In fact, I was never satisfied with the way I looked. My hair in particular would be hard to work with, people would ask if I even brushed it or call it sex hair.

I got my first boyfriend freshman year. It went well for awhile but it turned into a huge shitstorm that went on for too long. I came out of that and felt like doing some things I wanted to do. I shopped at Hot Topic to be the pseudo emo kid I always wanted to be. I dyed my hair and cut it. Not short, still about bob length. 

I got a job and things seemed to be okay. Then I started getting those “I wish I could switch lives with him” thoughts again. At this point I admitted to myself I preferred boy’s clothing. So I would explain these thoughts by rationalizing that I didn’t want to actually be a boy I just wanted to look like one. I would take my little brother clothes shopping and have way more fun than I’d have shopping for myself.

Prom arrived and I dreaded it. I had worn dresses for special occasions but my mom was all excited for prom. She grew up in Europe so she never had a prom. Honestly? My prom sucked. Even in the photos my mom took, you can tell how uncomfortable I was. For putting me through that ordeal, she promised that she’d allow me to cut my hair short after graduation. I did it right after the last day of school, before the graduation ceremony even happened.

For once in my goddamn life I didn’t feel ugly. It was a euphoric feeling. To this day I’m asked if I’ll ever grow it out again and the answer will always be no. I also started exclusively shopping for clothes in the men’s/boy’s section and slowly got rid of all my bras. I’ve had my own job since high school so I ordered a binder. I said it was for cosplay and my mom would wash it for me and stuff. This is what I looked like around that time: 

That next year I realized that someone I knew from high school changed their name on skype. It went from a girl’s name to Ethan. I wasn’t particularly close with this person in high school so I didn’t think much of it. Later on I found out Ethan was transgender. I guess I thought it was a little weird but I didn’t put much thought into it. 

When I started community college, Ethan’s brother was in my class. He asked if I knew his “little sister... well, sorry, brother now.” And even though I didn’t know much of anything I felt really happy that he was accepting of it. So I went home that night and decided to message Ethan, using his brother as an icebreaker. We talked for awhile and ended up spending Halloween together.

I met him at a restaurant and I was so shocked by his voice. Apparently he’d been on T for a year. It was shocking since I met him back in middle school but it was also kind of cool? I didn’t know hormones could do that.

Anyway, we ended up going to a horror movie at the end of the night. After the movie I went to the bathroom and he asked why I used the girls bathroom. I was confused. The thought of using the men’s room hadn’t really crossed my mind. Then later he mentioned that my voice was a lot more feminine than he remembered. I think he was trying to figure me out, which was unsuccessful because I had no idea who I was. 

Long story short we ended up dating and it was the best relationship of my life. I regret how things ended and honestly I’m avoiding him right now. However, now that I feel I’ve been adequately educated and have been thinking about it, the gender question is eating away at me. Sometimes my brain will be quiet for a little while and then it won’t shut up for a straight month. I’ll feel dysphoric and wear my binder every day. I get angry when strangers assume I’m a girl. 

But every time I think about taking ANY kind of step -- coming out to one person or finding a therapist, I freeze up with anxiety. I just can’t stand the possibility of my life falling apart over this. Sometimes I feel like it’s just something I can ignore but other times it’s overwhelming, like tonight. I got my period today and I know I’ll be bothered by this consistently over the next week. 

Anyway, I’m going to leave with a picture of what I look like currently. For the most part I want to remain anonymous because I’m still terrified of anyone finding out so this may be the only picture I post for awhile. (Same necklace btw, ey)

#ftm #ftm transgender #transgender #transmasculine #personal journal #i will follow back