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zoestorm · 7 months

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The manga: a college guy meets his childhood friend, who was formerly a boy but is now a woman, and has run away from home after an unspecified disagreement with her family which has left her with a significant amount of trauma; it's implied she was bullied heavily in the time since they've last seen each other.

But don't worry, she's not trans! She just got an illness which turned her into a woman!

The manga: a high school boy with an interest in make-up uses his gloomy, depressed (male) childhood friend as a model to improve his skills. This causes said friend to have an "awakening" and start dressing as a woman, and to overall be a much happier, brighter, outgoing person.

But don't worry, the friend is not trans! He's just a boy who crossdresses because his childhood friend likes him better that way!

The manga: a high school boy joins a club where the members can turn into magical girls, which in his case involves physically transforming into a girl. When in girlmode, he's much happier and enjoys his life much more, and overall prefers staying in girl mode; when the ability to transform is temporarily taken away from him, he sinks into a deep depressive episode.

But don't worry, he's not trans! He's just a boy who enjoys being a girl!

The manga: a college student loses a bet and has to crossdress for a night out on the town, and meets and hooks up with a butch girl; they fall in love and start dating. The boy always crossdressed when they meet, and starts enjoying being "treated like a girl" in the relationship and starts crossdressing even when he doesn't have to meet his girlfriend and enjoys activities such as clothes shopping and make-up and putting on nail polish.

But don't worry, he's not trans! He's just a boy who crossdresses to please his butch girlfriend!

The manga: a guy is magically turned into a girl as a result of saving his best friend, the crown prince, from an assassination attempt. The prince decides that he has to take responsibility, and asks the new girl to marry him; despite being smitten she refuses, wanting to date first. She is later offered a way to go back to being a man, but when she does turn back she's disgusted by her own appearance and depressed all the time, ultimately deciding to stay a girl.

But don't worry, she's not trans! She's just a boy who's been magically turned into a woman! And decides not to turn back when she can! Because she's not trans! Somehow!

"But we can't write trans women in manga! It's just not something that you do!"

[Image description: A one-comic panel. Gengar is glaring at a crowd of faceless characters; from the crowd, a speech balloon emerges, saying "You could if you weren't a fucking coward". End ID.]

#manga #gender manga #trans manga #I am so mad about this #I woke up and chose violence #fuck everything about this #transgender

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breadbrobin · 4 months

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campfire games

luke castellan x reader - percy jackson and the olympians

[established relationship, fem!daughter of ares reader]

summary: bets are fun, until they aren’t. you’re fine though. luke knows you’re an absolute badass.

warning: pushy male behaviour, suggestive comments, swearing, bets, threats, assault (physical), sexual harassment.

word count: 1.6k

(help i’m writing too many of these but this is the only other good one also feel free to leave requests yall i’m on summer break i have so much time and need something to do 🤩🤩)

(also i am still in love with luke castellan thank you very much I CAN FIX HIM PLSSSS)

(also very sorry to anyone named andrew it was the first name i thought of)

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there wasn’t much that your siblings in the ares cabin liked more than winning capture the flag, but watching you tear down another boys’ ego was definitely one of those few things.

campfires were great for many reasons. singing, marshmallows, games—and bets. when chiron and mr d. turned in for the night early, something that rarely happened, the bets would come out. guys would try and talk to you, your siblings would intercept them, find out what they wanted, then place bets among themselves and with other campers as to how long it would take you to tear them down a few notches, or, on occasion, tear them a new one.

clarisse patted your shoulder as two of your brothers talked to another camper. “incoming.”

“details?” you picked at the chipped red polish of your fingernails.

“son of apollo. been here for about two months. andrew. something about wanting to go on a date with you and thinking you’re prettier than the aphrodite girls.” she rolled her eyes. “he tried it on with me before and doesn’t like taking no for an answer, so break his spirit completely. or, you know, his bones.”

you saluted her teasingly. “yes, ma’am. you can count on me, sergeant.”

she patted your shoulder again with a joking grin. “good on you, private. godspeed.”

with that, she left you sitting alone.

well, not really alone.

luke castellan had somehow ended up as your bodyguard in all of these cases. probably something to do with the fact that you’d been dating in secret for the last three months. you weren’t a huge fan of keeping your relationship a secret, but when you’d told clarisse, she told you that her and your other siblings wanted to keep making easy money, and betting on me was the best way to do that. since everyone thought you and luke hated each other anyway, it was easy enough to keep it up, but as your mocking remarks turned to teasing, then to flirting, it was getting more and more difficult. and as he was getting more attractive each day, it was getting harder not to kiss him in front of everyone at camp.

you swivelled in your seat to look up at him. he was sitting three rows back, almost hidden in the darkness, a distinctly put out look on his face.

“you hear that?” you asked with raised eyebrows and a grin on your face. “he thinks i’m prettier than the aphrodite girls. when have you ever said that?”

“i told you you’re prettier than a model one time and you punched me,” he said dryly. “and then i said you look like a goddess while fighting and you punched me again.”

“in my defence, i did hate you at the time.” you shrugged. “got my back?”

“always.” he said seriously.

you grinned and winked at him as you turned around, waiting for the newest idiot to come annoy you.

luke had, once upon a time, been one of those idiots in your mind. he irritated you to no end. he was better than you at sword fighting, so you bested him at everything else. he was more popular than you, so you became one of the most well-liked people at camp. all of your attempts to break him down, however, only made him fall in love with you. now, there you were, wishing you could be sitting beside him instead of waiting for some loser to come annoy you to death.

“y/n, hey.” andrew said, sitting next to you, probably a little too close.

you looked over at him. “andrew, right?”

he nodded, his smile widening as you knew his name.

you sat up straighter and scrutinised him, looking him up and down. “yeah, you look like an andrew.”

you heard luke hide a laugh in his cup behind you.

andrew’s face fell a little, but he regained it quickly. “heard you were one of the best fighters in camp.”

“i am.”

“that’s pretty cool. i mean, i can help you become the best if you want.”

“no, i think i’m okay.”

“come on, i mean, everyone needs to improve. even the self-proclaimed best. bet i’m better at archery than you at least.”

you looked over at his smirk and had to stop yourself from smirking too. this would be too easy. “no. thanks, though. i’m good on my own. one of the best, remember.”

“you could be better. we should have a little challenge. a game.”

“i only play games with people i like.”

“you could like me.” he leaned a little closer. you leaned away slightly. “i bet i could make you like me.”

you had to stop yourself from laughing. “yeah, i don’t think so, buddy.”

‘buddy’ was usually all it took to break a man’s ego. you’d used it on luke many times during unusually flirtatious sparring, back when you still pretended to hate his guts. it didn’t work on him anymore, but it usually worked perfectly on everyone else.

andrew didn’t falter. “i bet i could. give me a chance. let me take on a date. show you a good time.”

“no, thanks,” you said calmly. your siblings were watching intently. clarisse looked ready to step in if you needed it. you wondered what he’d said or done to her to put her on edge. then you realised it wasn’t what he’d done to her. it was what he was about to do to you.

his hand was on your thigh, gripping onto the bare skin by the hem of your shorts.

his hand was on your thigh.

gross.

you looked up at him, eyes sharp. you could hear luke shifting slightly behind you. “what are you doing?” you voice was deathly calm.

“showing you that i can show you a good time, princess.” his voice oozed honey—sickly sweet and sticky, like a fly trap. good thing you hated honey.

“how about i show you how many bones there are in the hand? by breaking every single one.” your voice was equally as saccharine sweet, but your eyes were glaring daggers into his and your jaw was set tight.

he just shifted his hand higher. you tried to push him off but he was strong. annoyingly strong.

he tutted. “come on, sweetheart. you’re gonna make a scene.”

you finally managed to peel his hand off your skin. “i’ll make a scene, alright. get off me and leave me alone. and while you’re at it, leave my sister alone too.”

he raised his hands, a sickening, sleazy smirk on his face. “i was just being nice, princess. you and your sister need to relax. you especially. i can help you relax.”

“oh, i’d love that. you know how i relax?” you tilted your head mockingly, eyes hard. “i punch my enemies in the face.”

he laughed. “you’re cute. now, come on. it’s not like you’ve got anything going for yourself. i mean, you’re hot, sure, but no guys ever gonna look at you when they realise how much of a bitch you are. not like i will.”

you rolled your eyes and stood up. it was time to go and sit by luke. it grated at you, but if he wouldn’t listen to you, maybe he’d listen to another guy.

he didn’t let you leave. his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back to him as he stood up too. you were chest to chest with him. he towered over you, at least six inches taller. you stepped back, but he pulled you in by your waist and laughed.

“look at how good we look together,” he smirked. “i could show you—“

you punched him in the stomach. he doubled over, finally letting you go, so you kneed his diaphragm. he gasped for air as you stepped back. your friend chris rodriguez whistled appreciatively.

“touch me, or anyone here, ever again and i won’t just hurt you.” you hissed at him. “i’ll beat your ass, then i’ll drag you past the boundary and leave you for the monsters. got it?”

he nodded, still hunched over.

“good boy,” you grit out.

“fucking bitch,” he grunted.

your eyes darkened, but you didn’t do anything. your siblings were right behind him, all ready to drag him away. “good luck walking tomorrow, andrew.”

“good luck finding a guy stupid enough to fuck you,” he scorned.

you laughed. “hey, luke?”

“yeah, babe?” he stepped down beside you, his hand settling on your hip and pulling you gently into his side. andrew faltered at the sight. he probably hadn’t even realised luke was up there.

“are you stupid enough to fuck me?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

he looked like he was trying not to laugh. “oh, i’m way past stupid.”

you didn’t care about any of your sibling’s bets anymore. you didn’t care that people thought you hated each other. you especially didn’t care that everyone was watching. you kissed him. and in front of the whole camp, he kissed you back.

your siblings groaned in disappointment, knowing their betting days were over, but you didn’t care. you smiled the stupidest smile ever as you pulled away, feeling like you’d just had your first kiss all over again.

“what?” he asked quietly.

“nothing.” you shook your head. “just glad we don’t have to hide anymore.”

after months of kissing behind buildings, pretending to fight in public and avoiding each other so people wouldn’t find out, it felt honestly freeing to kiss him in the open.

he kissed you again as your siblings dragged andrew away. “and all it took was an asshole.”

“thanks for not stepping in,” you said. “i had it handled.”

“oh, i know you did. i was more than happy to watch you destroy his ego.”

“good, because if you had stepped in—“

“i’d be going home in an ambulance?” he smiled.

“no, you’d be going home in a hearse.”

“ah, my bad.”

as the campfire kept burning, you sat down with luke. your legs were pressed against his and his arm was around your waist. there wasn’t much that you liked more than tearing boy’s egos down, but being with luke castellan was definitely one of those few things.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo x reader #pjo #charlie bushnell #luke castellan x you

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polish-boys · 1 year

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Mariusz Jakubowski, (Polish).

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poisonparadise · 2 years

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KAMIL SZYMCZAK

#kamil szymczak #men #polish #video #instagram #shirtless #tiktoker #male model #video: male model

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alyxsrpfaces · 2 years

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Pablo Fernández

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#Pablo Fernández #Pablo Fernandez #model #male #caucasian #brunette #hazel eyes #spanish #polish

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old-lorarri · 1 year

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❨ main f1 masterlist | football masterlist ❩

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝟏𝟎 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 → max verstappen x fem! indian! cricketer! reader

another year another trophy to the cabinet of everyone's fav constantly winning couple

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑 → platonic! max verstappen x fem! younger! verstappen! mclaren! f1 driver! reader

since the day you were born you knew you weren't the favourite your brother was and it all comes to a head on vegas night

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 → max verstappen x fem! reporter! reader x charles leclerc

a interview filled with chemistry has people picking sides team charles or team max when little did they know there was no need for them to begin with

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! singer! reader

from each others crush to the it couple of the paddock it's no surprise that they are trying the knot and people couldn't be happier

𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! hamilton! engineer! reader

Y/N hamilton and max verstappen have been friends since forever but with the way this season is going it's gonna cause more problems than you can count | part 2 | part 3

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 → max verstappen x fem! hamilton! engineer! reader

after the unexpected reveal of their relationship, no one has seen or heard from Y/N hamilton since the end of the 21 season until she makes a surprise return to defend her man and then announces something huge | part 1 | part 3

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! hamilton! engineer! reader

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 → max verstappen x fem! singer! reader

after breaking up with charles leclerc, Y/N L/N is back better than ever with a new boo

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐕𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐓 → max verstappen x fem! leclerc! pianist! reader

the musical sibling finally revealed that her muse is none other than her bothers childhood rival and chaos ensues

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎 → max verstappen x fem! actress! reader

surprisingly max is surprisingly spiritual especially when it comes to manifesting a relationship with the girl of his dreams

𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 → max verstappen x fem! newly wed! single mother! reader

everyone thought harper was a place holder, until the two newlyweds had a baby together turns out they couldn't have been more wrong

𝐏𝐎𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 → max verstappen x fem! podcast host! reader

the self proclaimed hater of podcasts come of his girlfriends to chat and give his thoughts

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! alonso! model! reader

everybody hates jos so when alonso welcomes max into his own family as his soon to be son in law everyone is happy

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 → max verstappen x fem! kpop idol! soloist! reader

a beloved kpop soloist has dropped a new song that has people wondering who is the muse bet that was on no one's 2023 bingo card

𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 → max verstappen x fem! leclerc! runner! reader

one random day off one random story turns in to surprising turn of events and people are left confused

𝐒𝐄𝐀 & 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 → max verstappen x fem! australian! surfur! reader

max is a good driver but as a surfer he seems to be a little behind his girlfriend

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂 → max verstappen x fem! ferrari! f1 driver! reader

max loves to stay camped out in his rival’s comments to attempt to rizz you up

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 → max verstappen x male! man city! football player! reader

an anonymous leask leaves a football player's secert out in the open so what a time to announce there relationship when the two of them are making history

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! polish! mma fighter! reader

max was young and nervous, and not as confident as he should be but he had potential and Y/N could see it - the potential to ignite the fire in him. to turn him from a scared duck into a roaring lion, but he would always be her sweetheart | part 2

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐂𝐄 → max verstappen x fem! polish! mma fighter! reader

five years later and the fire in both of them is still strong now max just needs to introduce his girl to the grid | part 1

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 → max verstappen x fem! bestfriend! mercedes! f1 driver! reader

a wild night in vegas leads calamity and the internet struggles to figure out what the fuck is going on

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blackgirlwhowrites2k23 · 10 months

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Summary: “You’re an upcoming model and you finally got your big break! Pharrell Williams’ debut as the creative director for Louis Vuitton also happens to be your debut as a high fashion runway model. You captivate the hearts of many from A list socialites to rising stars—including catching the attention of a certain Jude Bellingham."

A/N: A very short concept blurb. While the idea came to my mind I immediately got to enraptured in writing it that I completely forgot to check if it'll even make sense. To make myself look less crazy, let's pretend Pharrell's recent show had female models along the male models for my sanity's sake. Alright; enjoy!

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The anticipation bubbled inside you as you prepared backstage, adorned in designer Louis Vuitton that had yet to be seen by the world. The exquisite haute couture creation hugged your body like a second skin and didn't completely wipe out your nerves, but it definitely gave you some confidence points. This is the big break you had been waiting for; the only thing that stood between you and your wildest dreams was the curtain to the start of the catwalk.

Before you knew it, the show had begun and you were past the curtain and out into what could only be described as an otherworldly experience. The venue was adorned with such ethereal lighting, casting a soft glow that danced upon elegant, extravagant chandeliers and polished marble floors. To top it all off, if the scenery wasn't enough, almost every celebrity that you ever admired was within touching distance. This night was more than just a debut; for you, the other models, and probably Pharrell himself, it was the embodiment of handwork and ambition, a culmination of dreams realized.

Your body effortlessly strutted along Pont Neuf, the bridge lights illuminating both the oldest standing bridge's platform and your radiant skin. You were on fire. With each outfit change and reappearance, all eyes and cameras seemed to be immediately be reeled in by your sheer magnetism. You paid them no mind, you continued working the runway. Within the sea of luminous faces that seemed to blend into themselves and the surrounding color, there was one pair of eyes that never left your figure.

Jude Bellingham, the charismatic young football prodigy, had fixed his eyes upon you since the moment you stepped out. His eyes, which were filled with an intensity that rivaled his ferocity on the field, sent shivers down your spine when you accidently made eye contact.

The show ended with thunderous applause, mingling with your own exhalation of relief and exhilaration. Your newfound status as a muse rippled through the fashion industry, whispers of your name mingling with the extravagant parties that followed. But amidst the celebrations, Jude's thoughts were mingled with the fledgling model, her powerful walk, and never ending confidence.

Judebellingham started following you.

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ganymedesclock · 1 year

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I don't believe institutional misandry is real but I do believe there is an aspect of white, cis-hetero-amato-normative patriarchy that requires male suffering.

At the core of misogyny and queerphobia is the revelation these are tools to police masculinity. This entire system is contingent on that men are afraid they are doing it wrong. The Other is used to threaten, this could be you if you step out of line. And the tightrope that it herds its hypothetical perfectly normal men onto burns the feet.

A Real Man should want a wife and want to have sex with that wife to produce biological offspring. But he oughtn't be a father. Change a diaper? Good heavens, you're emasculated. The most acceptable parental emotion a man is allowed to have, encouraged to look up to, is a kind of territorial rage, the superhero avenging his dead tragic girlfriend, the gun-toting furious dad clutching his little helpless baby girl who's all he has left.

A Real Man should be young-looking, sexually potent, and studly, but he mayn't under any circumstances be caught committing artifice or seduction. Cleanliness or fastidiousness becomes suspect. But of course every fictional male model we're given to look up to, most of them are played by men dieted and styled and carefully dressed and painted and polished with extravagant artifice. But we are led to believe, this is just a Real Man. He's So Manly he is cashing an exception with his bank account of testosterone.

A Real Man is a starving, isolated animal. A Real Man becomes desperate on the woman he is told is his only possible outlet for softness, vulnerability, compassion and understanding, which no human being can live without and which women are not inherently more blessed with any of those traits besides men.

Meanwhile, the two-year-old boys that I watch scamper and play at my workplace seem a fascinating form of animal. If they comprehend themselves as boys at all, it is without this anxiety of competition. They do not see themselves as defined by absence to flinch from anything that's too feminine. They seize princess dresses from the dress-up station, excited by bright fabrics and plastic jewels. They quarrel for teacher attention when they see their long-haired classmates being given braids or ponytails, me too me too me too!

At this point, they are motivated not by a fear of being an inadequate man but by a love for being exactly what they are right now. Whatever experience appeals to them, they want it. As I watch these boys age, I watch many of them- as early as age three- begin to squirm with anxiety. They have spoken to girls too much. Only boys are ordinary, uncomplicated friends. In a few years, will they dread the time they now spend playing house?

Misogyny and queerphobia make a wasteland of masculinity for everyone, in the process of recruiting soldiers for the crusades against the "unmanly". Those campaigns would dry up in the face of meaningful, healthy masculinity that isn't built on a terror of inadequacy and a territorial selfishness not reflected by the world we live in. None of these traits are inherent to men. We can do better. We can escape this. We will live fuller, happier lives without it.

#masculinity is not synonymous with violence #no matter how much bigots howl and cry that it is #long post

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