If a transgender person asks you to deadname and misgender them in front of certain people. Misgender them and deadname them in front of those people. It doesn't matter how icky or gross it may feel, it doesn't matter you'd rather be honest. It doesn't matter if there's more of you there. Certain people aren't safe, and honesty IS NOT the best policy when honesty could put them at serious risk. It doesn't matter if there's a crowd, because when there isn't shit goes down.
Be an ally, do what they ask. Understand that the trans person knows more about their situation than you do, and this includes who's safe and who's not. Some one can be "trans friendly" to other people, but not to people they know or specific people. Do as the trans person asks, yes it's uncomfortable, but it's 10 times worse if the person we don't trust finds out. 100 times worse if they have access to us when you're not around.
Respect trans peoples safety. Misgender and deadname when asked.
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i really like how canonically yuu is genuinely supportive of grim wanting to be a great mage. if i recall correctly, even character voice lines point this out. and it seems like yuu dotes on grim a lot and defends him too??? yuu even encourages grim's ambitions whenever he declares wanting to be a great mage. and also when he does that boss-henchhuman dynamic. i mean yeah you can interpret it as yuu saying that being condescending and sarcastic as if they're talking to a child saying "when i grow up i want to be famous!" but like. i really think they're genuine when mc loves grim in their own way.
even if grim is usually a menace, he's become like family to yuu.
and i'm pretty sure grim feels the same way.
think about it this way. despite all the mess, all the unpredictability, the danger, and all the drama being in nrc. what's always the constant? yuu goes home at the end of the day to the ramshackle dorm (basically their home at this point considering they slowly but surely fix it up over time) and with who? “the great mage” grim. as the sole outcasts in that academy, they both sleep soundly knowing they will always have each other at the end of the day.
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do you ever think about how in the day i picked up dazai side b dazai had to lie emotionless and soulless—like a corpse, almost—beside the man that gently brought him in, nursed his injuries, held him while he was in pain? he had to keep those suffocating bandages around his entire face, lest this man gain some sort of recognition for the little boy he saved. he had to lay there curled in the fetal position, bleeding and in pain, perhaps thinking about how, in another life, this man cooked for him, tried to build up his strength. read to him to pass the time while he curled up against him like a child listening to a bedtime story. played cards with him. saw through the heartless mafioso. the ruthless killer. and instead saw a boy.
imagine knowing this man, the man who saved you in more ways than one, was going to die one day all because he knew you. because he reached his hand into the darkness and plaintively, like a small child wanting a parent's touch, you grasped back desperately. imagine thinking all of that while that man is just a stone's throw away, making coffee in the next room just like he used to for you in another life. the scent, although you've never been here before, is reminiscent of home. and the tune he's humming? it's the silent melody that plays through your mind seven years later, for the last time as you fall backward off the building with your arms out like an embrace. but, hey. that man is alive. he's happy, although he never knew you. you can die with no regrets.
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If I saw this man, I'd just leave my whole entire life behind and walk away defeated.
He is sexier than Top.
He is smarter than Mew.
He is greedier than Boston.
He is more aware than Nick.
He is more possessive than Ray.
And Sand is still upset over losing him. WHICH MAKES SENSE!
You know when the Power Rangers all came together to make that one big Ranger? BOEING IS THE BIG RANGER!
He is BETTER than all of them combined.
Not even Chuem's constant belittling would affect this man. If Cheum even looked in his direction, he'd probably steal April from her.
He wears yellow. He wears glasses. He is a plant daddy.
I want him carnally. I want to look at him disrespectively. I want him to push me into a locker just so I can say he touched me. I want him to treat me like trash. I want him to ruin my life.
Laws of Attraction gave me the first perfect character in Nawin, and now Ninew and Jojo have created the second perfect character.
No notes.
Just deranged lust.
Don't save me. I don't wanna be saved.
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I love the idea of meeting the infamous Halsin your friends boast about, and he’s just smitten with you
Everyone always described him as such a flirt- charming, handsome, the whole package so to speak. Granted you underestimated what they meant when describing how giant he truly is. But most of all, you didn’t expect him to be so.. wonderful.
You knew your friends keep good company, so you expected you’d get along, but you didn’t expect to be sitting next to the giant bear of a man enthralled in conversation for hours. Had it truly been hours? It’s easy to make friends, but more of a challenge to find others you truly connect with, and Halsin was checking off all of those boxes.
And of course, his looks and overall stature combined with this personality make it difficult not to swoon over, but at the moment, you’re too elated simply connecting so well with someone else again. Who else would let you ramble about cute critters for 45 minutes straight?
What you weren’t catching on to, however, was that Halsin was absolutely taken with you. His eyes would drink in your features when it was your turn to speak, a smile stuck on his face as he listened to your nonstop train of thought, rambling on about another fascination of yours. Others tend to find these conversations a bit goofy, laughing them off, but you were invested. Even about the silly little things. And he loves it. He truly feels that he could watch and listen to you for hours and he wouldn’t get tired of your company.
The way his cheeks would flush a warm pink when you laugh at a silly nature joke of his.
How he would feel his chest warm as you seem to unknowingly lean in closer to him, letting your knees touch his without moving away.
Let alone the way his heart would beat faster as you take his hand in both of yours, turning his palm to face upwards as you trace lines on his hands, “I’m serious- you have earth hands”
“earth hands?” he’d repeat with a slight chuckle
“well don’t laugh at me!” you’d reply with a taunting smile, “it’s all in the shape; broad, large, square hands. It’s positive, don’t worry. It means you have strong values, or something.”
“Does it? What else does it mean?”
You’d pause, holding his one (large..) hand in both of yours, “Responsible, practical.” you’d say, your thumb almost massaging his palm. “comfortable working with your hands,”
Halsin’s face would flush again, subtly. He’d notice the way yours does, too, which doesn’t help his ever growing infatuation. His eyes are locked on yours, he’d be happy if you held onto his hand forever. He is almost instinctively flirty, following up with “to put it lightly, I suppose.”
There would be a moment of shy silence. You, trying to hide your embarrassed smirk by staring at his palm longer.
Halsin would be the type to forget anyone else is in the room, lifting the palm from your hand to hook a finger under your chin to get you to look up at him. Even sitting down he’s still double your size. His thumb would graze your lower lip as his eyes gaze into yours.
Unfortunately, there are other people in the room, and they ruin the moment.
“Halsin, have you seen- of course.” your mutual friend would say, rolling their eyes with a laugh. “Stop flirting with my ride home!” They’d tease as they grab your arm and pull you away. You know he’d be wanting to chase after you like some silly romantic novel. Another mutual friend from the group would plop down next to him, smacking him on the back with a laugh. “Careful, your eyes are practically turning into hearts.” They’d taunt. “They’re great, right?”
“An understatement.” He’d say with a warm smile, watching you leave, already hoping for the next encounter.
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happy birthday gojo!!!! 12.7.23!!
because my hand writing might be hard to read:
page 1:
Dec 7th, After mission
page 2:
Satoru: Suguru... It's my birthday, you know.
Suguru: Oh? You could have told me earlier (Don't expect a present so late, though).
Satoru: I don't really care much about special days like that.
Satoru: Just an excuse for my clan to be more annoying than usual.
page 3:
Suguru: Really? I'm surprised you're not jumping at the opportunity to make people worship you for a day.
Satoru: Well, yea but- (Suguru: No shame....)
Satoru: I've just never spent it with someone else.
Satoru: Not anyone I cared about, at least til now.
page 4:
Suguru: Wh- Well, we were on a mission all day, does it really count? (Sucks to fight curses on your birthday.)
Satoru: But it was the most fun I've ever had on my birthday!
Satoru: So... Thanks (or whatever).
page 5:
Suguru: Wow, you actually said thank you!
Satoru: So what?!
Suguru: Maybe you are growing up, Satoru.
Satoru: I take it back!
page 6:
Suguru: Hahaha!
page 7:
Satoru: Hehe...
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