what do you mean youre technically a detransitioner cause of terf bullshit?
it's a v long story but i detransitioned for a couple of years when i was 16/17, for multiple reasons but mostly because i fell into the blaire white/kalvin garrah chamber of "you have to be This way to be trans otherwise you're not real".
i was already Deeply insecure about myself and my 'passing' and i was led to believe that i couldn't want to wear makeup or skirts, and i couldn't choose not to have bottom surgery, and i couldn't do anything but bind for 12+ hours a day to the point that my ribcage is still misshapen. basically i thought that if i wasn't suffering enough doing 'feminine' things, i couldn't really be trans, so i should just go back to being a girl and suck it up.
the terf bullshit is because i'd seen a lot of terfs/detransitioners talking about the 'dangers' of testosterone and how it would turn me into a horrible ugly evil monster and how there was nothing worse than wanting to be a man. which combined with 'you need to fully medically transition to be valid at all' creates some very dangerous and upsetting feelings to cope with.
it also came from trying really hard to put myself in a little box before i realised that my sexuality/gender are very fluid and it's FINE for me not to have a label and just do whatever i want. when i was 19 or so i went back to using they/them (and eventually he/him) and changed my name again because even though i like doing 'feminine' things, i don't want to be seen as a woman.
tldr: i was conditioned by transphobic/terf rhetorics to think that i was being trans the 'wrong' way so i couldn't be trans at all, so i believed i must actually be a girl if i still wanted to do 'feminine' things. nowadays i am a transmasc who does feminine things because i don't give two shits about what any transmed prick thinks of me anymore.
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@coffeebanana !!! My fabulous wife in angstimony! I was your Littlebug Secret Santa!! Are you surprised? Are you?? Probably not
I know you love a bit of Ladrien, and I know you especially love putting Adrien Through It™. Of course I am going to give my spouse whatever she desires! (After all I enjoy a bit of angst too..!)
I'll let you decide what happened here. Did Adrien jump in to protest his Lady without transforming? A confrontation with Monarch gone wrong? Or did he just have a lot of tomato soup and got sleepy now that he's full, but Ladybug is distraught because he made a mess and that's going to stain dammit!
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Fear
Fear.
A sensation that paralyses you, dries your mouth, chills your bones and blood, and revolts your insides. A warning of impending danger, a way the body prepares you to fight or flee.
Macaque felt fear many times, it's part of being alive.
The first time was so long ago that the memory was blurred at the edges, like an old photo. He remembered his tail wagging, sweaty hands and ears twitching as he lured Wukong onto the beach. There, under the tree on the shore, he made his feelings clear with awkward words and eyes that refused to look the other in the face.
The fear crawling inside him vanished with a bright smile from his now partner.
The second time he had felt the paralysis, unable to move to prevent his beloved from giving himself up to save their lives. Fear for the fate of his mate burned that moment into his mind.
This eventually faded as well. The harsh words under the mountain shattered it.
The third time fear guided his every action. The fear of losing his mate to a group of people who hurt him; the fear of seeing him change, driven by pain; the fear of having the person who lit up his life, who made his heart beat, taken away from him. That fear made him act, lash out, blinded and hurt.
That fear was supposed to fade with Wukong's hand in his, both of them walking away from the monk and that mission.
He didn't realise how wrong he was until the fourth time. The last time.
There are many things that people mistake for fear. Hardly anyone has ever felt genuine fear. There was a fundamental difference from anything he had experienced before, a bitter taste at once familiar and totally foreign. Macaque thought he felt it, but now he knew better.
The first time it had been plain nerves, with a touch of anticipation. The hope was there too, a sweet taste waiting to fill his palate.
The second time it was angst. Deep down he knew that it was impossible to kill Wukong, and that whatever punishment it was, it would eventually be overcome. Defeat and the uncertainty of being at the Jade Emperor's mercy only amplified that feeling.
The third time it was just sheer desperation.
What had run through his body were variants of fear. More opaque versions or different hues. Mere shadows trying to mimic the real feeling.
The fourth time began with defeat. In the world where they lived, there was only one fate for those who dared to face the Monkey King and lost.
The red and gold staff descended unavoidably towards his face, certain and lethal; the soft eyes of the person he had so long considered a friend, a comrade, a lover, now cold and devoid of their former warmth. Nor a spark of regret or doubt could be seen in them.
His body froze and his blood chilled, unable to process the brutal inevitability. As everything slowly went black, Macaque had only one thought.
He had been so, so foolish.
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i never could have seen you coming (i think you're everything i've wanted)
riordanverse | valgrace | rated t | 2667 words
written for @ethannku as part of the @rrversesummerbang gift exchange!
Leo stares at Jason a lot. He knows this. He just can’t help it.
It’s like his eyes have got a mind of their own—the second he’s even a little distracted, they wander around the deck of the Argo II and lock onto whatever Jason’s doing. Right now, he’s standing at the railing with Hazel and Frank, presumably talking about something Roman. His brow is furrowed, listening intently to what Frank is telling him, and gods, Leo wants to do nothing more than smooth out the crease between Jason’s eyebrows with his thumb—
or, leo might have a bit of a crush. it leads to the expected amount of existential feelings.
[read on ao3]
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