#i knew i'd be in the minority but i didnt expect THAT much of a minority

[lilacponds]

So, this is going to be a post about Tell Me Why. 

Spoilers for all of the game, but especially the end of it (Chapter 3, to be clear, not just Chapter 1).

At the end of the game, I chose to believe that Mary-Ann, Tyler and Alyson's mom, was not threatening Tyler. I was surprised to find out that I'm in the whopping 0% of people that chose that. So, I'd like to explain my thoughts on it:

I have not chosen it because I believed Tom. He's awful, and there is no reason to believe any word of what he says, ever. But I've gone through the entire game waiting for Mary-Ann's actions to make sense and that's when they did. I don't believe she ever meant Tyler any harm and, to me, it makes sense that she was never threatening him. I think that to believe otherwise is a disservice to her, to the twins, and to the journey they've gone through.

Let's take it back.

We start the game believing that Mary-Ann threatened Tyler and he killed her in self-defense. We're led to believe, because this is what the twins believe, that she did so in an act of transphobic anger. But the whole game is about learning that things are not what they seem.

We learn in the very first episode that Mary-Ann had a book on accepting a trans child and that she had an argument with Tessa. Furthermore, Tessa had suggested a conversion camp for Tyler, which Mary-Ann did not accept. We learn that the conversion camp pamphlet Mary-Ann had, she only had because Tessa had given her, not because she was considering it. We also learn that Mary-Ann is going through something, although nothing is very clear.

In the second episode, we find out that the family was going through tough times, and that Tessa had called CPS on Mary-Ann. We learn too that Eddy had told Mary-Ann about the call and that she was less than happy about it. We also learn that Mary-Ann had an argument with the twins' biological father and threatened to kill him. And then we learn that the twins' Voice can blend things together (Tyler projecting on Alyson what he said to Eddy, without meaning to).

We learn in the third episode that Mary-Ann lived a tough life at home. She had gone through abuse from the hands of her parents and never got to experience any kind of small freedom. We learn that she lost people precious to her. She also had a child, who died as a baby.

Now, I got through all of the chapters analyzing all of this thoroughly as I played, and, for the love of me, I could not understand Mary-Ann's actions. She was depicted as a stern - abusive or near so - mother in the twins' recollections. But she was loved by many, and we see over and over again in memories and snippets of their lives that she cared deeply about them. They have many, many happy memories. If the goblin stories are to be believed somewhat, they did have some freedoms - more than Mary-Ann ever had growing up. Yes, none of that negates the possibility of her being abusive, but my perception of her after all of it was of an overprotective and a bit overbearing mother, full of worries and anxieties. Taking into account the premature death of her first child, she had good reason to be so.

Mary-Ann had lost one child already - after losing her parents for that child’s sake. She gave up one family to start another one, alone, and then she lost that one too. Then, she had the twins. She had to deal with their father pushing her to have an abortion, only for her to find out years later: She was going to lose her children. Again.

When you go into the attic and you open the box, there is a letter addressed to Alyson and Ollie and Tyler says, "She noticed. I was her son."

I believe she loved her children. I believe she had gone through the trauma of losing one already, and that she would do anything to cherish and keep the two she still had safe. I believe we have proof over and over again of that through the many memories we see. I believe she made that attic for the twins to find one day, so they could understand her - why else leave a letter addressed to them otherwise? - and I believe that she supported Tyler.

I believe she was troubled, but that she could never harm her children. I believe she wanted the best for them. She couldn't bear to lose them, but never at the expense of their own safety and/or lives.

I believe it is dismissive of all she'd done for them to believe she could threaten Tyler. It is dismissive of the growth she had to force herself to go through, of the things she'd prepared for them, of the lengths she'd go to for them.

She wanted them to have a good life. And she wanted them to find that attic.

And I think believing otherwise is dismissive not only of her character, but of the journey Tyler and Alyson went through for answers.

#Tell Me Why #Tell Me Why game #Tell Me Why game spoilers #YES I WROTE AN ESSAY ABOUT THIS THAT MY BEST FRIEND EDITED FOR ME!!!! IM SALTY ABOUT 0% OKAY #i knew i'd be in the minority but i didnt expect THAT much of a minority #Charlie chatters

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Sumi Lore Professional Question One:

what's the game you've played that's affected you most? i feel like this'll be... inch resting :>

easy. Pokemon

played pokemon leafgreen when i was 5. instantly fell in love. my sister beat the main story cuz i was too young to understand battling, so i just did the post game. I sailed around the Sevii Islands and it was the coolest shit ever. It defined my definition of a good game forever.

Then my interests faded as i got into late elementary school. It was still cool, but not as big in my life. Me and my sister got Pokemon Black and it was definitely really cool (did revive my love a bit). but the post-game was kinda dry. we did everything extra that we could do without internet.

Then i got a phone in 6th grade. I was given the chance to listen to music whenever I wanted. But back then i didnt have a personality music taste, so i didn't know what to listen to. figured i'd try something random.

So, i opened up youtube and looked up Pokemon

i started by listening to the anime openings. sure they're cheesy but some of them are catchy. memorized all the words. then i branched out into the other songs from the show and eventually discovered a whole world of unknown pokemon lore. did you know that the japanese anime had full fucking albums of original songs for every season??? and they go hard too!

with this, i discovered youtubers. Truegreen7, Bird Keeper Toby, Woopsire, MandJTV, and so many more. This defined my middle school era. I had an art account on a different site and posted a lot of fanart. made a lot of online friends too. it was such a good feeling...

then my mom found out.

she was pissed at my art account for various reasons, and punished me severely. at that point i was so hurt about losing all my online friends that i couldn't bring myself to draw ever again. i ended middle school in a very messy headspace.

then highschool came arounf . still wasn't into it. felt like i didn't have the motivation to do much anymore. i reluctantly went to freshman orientation, and got to the club fair, where all the clubs advertise to the new students. and one club struck my attention:

Pokemon Club

for the first time in a long time, i was exited to do something. I embarrasingly hung around their booth way longer than i needed to. I stole like 6 of their fliers too. it finally felt like a place where i belonged. I attended (almost) every single meeting for my first two years of high school. i met my current best friends there. they were the ones to introduce me to ace attorney and yttd!!

one day, one of the presidents was telling me about how their PR was ditching all the meetings and never did their work. i offered to take over cuz i had experience making club advertisements. it went from simple posters to booth flyers to fundraiser ads. then she asked me if i was willing to design club merch. bear in mind, i rarely drew since the incident 3 years prior. but it was my job as PR so i faced my fears and did it. the merch was perfect, and everyone loved it.

the end of my 2nd year came the dreadful question: who would take over? the staff were all graduating and needed a new president.

they all chose me.... i was so excited (and nervous) but i was determined to do my best.

unfortunately, covid hit that very year. my entire 3rd year was online, and so was club. it went better than i expected. the president reached out to me and asked if i wanted to color for her webcomic. next thing i knew, i was drawing as much as i used to. she really helped me find that part of me again, and i'm so thankful. now i'm a college student majoring in graphic design and minoring in video game studies

and it was all because of pokemon

#save #adding this to my autobiography /j #sumi tunes lore #holy shit this is long #sorryyyyyy #be seriously pokemon has been the driving force of my entire being #that shit is 1/3 of my personality #live for it fr #pokemon

[uglypastels]

steve and fem!reader after dating for a while, have their first time??

I m sorry this took an entire day, I had so much personal shit to get through, but eeeeek thank you for sending this request in!!! i m so happy to finally post some writing again haha. just hope its good. :)

Stranger Things (Eddie || Steve) Requests??

warning: didnt proofread it. smut (characters in story are 18+// minors DNI) drinking, partying. unprotected sex, semi public?? in car stuff. i think that's it.

[contains no actual plot points of the show -> no spoilers]

If you enjoy the blurb please reblog and comment ❤❤ i'd love to hear what you thought of it and its a great way to support content makers

The house was filled with drunk and rowdy people, you happily being one of them. The music played loud through the entire living room, only emphasised by the claps, stomping feet and off-key sing-along of the words. A punch might have been spilt over you, but you didn’t care. It added to the experience. 

A pair of slender arms wove their way around your waist, letting you spin around to face your boyfriend. He smiled his cockish smile, intoxicated by a mixture of the alcohol and his adoration for you. 

‘Hey hot stuff,’ you had to practically shout the words for him to hear them over the music. ‘What have you been up to?’ You asked since he had been gone for the duration of about two songs, leaving you to fend for yourself on the make-shift dancefloor. 

‘I wanted to get us some drinks, but those dipshits didn’t buy any of the good stuff!’ He shouted over the music as well, the length of the sentence making him take a deep breath by the end of it. You looked over Steve’s shoulder, trying to spit the open kitchen counter where the bar had been set up. Most of the bottles, once filled with cheap liquor, were empty or spilt over. No full beer cans were to be found. 

In the meantime, Steve pulled you in closer, swaying your bodies to the music. He usually got handsy when he had something in his system. Usually, one drink was enough to loosen him up. That same amount was also enough to open up a different side to you as well. Steve always teased you for it, deservedly so, as you got incredibly handsy with him, and one drink was all it took. It’s not that you didn’t want to be all over him when completely sober, but without the Dutch courage, you were way too much in your head about it. And you didn’t want to overthink it, that’s not what it was supposed to be like. Your past relationships were enough proof that you could do it without that extra bittersweet support. 

The thing with Steve, you supposed, was that you really really liked him. More than any other person you had been with. So, that made the things that never really mattered before suddenly very important. You wanted things, maybe not necessarily to be perfect, but at least as close to it as possible. 

‘Hey, Stevie,’ you lean into him, so you can speak in a somewhat hushed tone, let no one hear you call him that nickname he hates but secretly really likes.

‘What’s up, babe?’ His hand finds the hem of your shirt and squeezes it in his grip. 

‘It’s getting a bit hot here, don’t you think?’ You try to look at him as innocently as possible, but neither of you can really contain your laughter as you do so. 

‘A bit, I suppose, want me to get you some water?’ He was teasing you, you knew it. 

‘No, that’s fine. I was just thinking. Maybe… you wanna get out of here?’ With that, you close the gap between you, catching his lips in a soft kiss. He accepts it immediately, pressing you close to him, enjoying the feeling of your body against his. For that short moment, there was no one around you, no other dancing hectically, pushing or prodding. It was just you and him until you had to pull away for air. 

‘That,’ he kissed your cheek once, softly, ‘was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.’ 

‘Oi, Harrington.’ 

‘No, really, y/n. I expect better from you.’ He pouted playfully. His hand, in the meantime, wandered off your hip and his fingers found themselves entwined with yours. ‘C’mon then.’ You felt silly for the size of your smile as he pulled you through the crowd to the door, but the adrenaline and excitement took over. Outside, the warm summer air greeted you with the smell of upcoming rain. A long line of cars stood parked along the curb of the road, all the way until the end of the street, possibly even beyond it. Steve didn’t let go of your hand all the way until you reached his ‘83 BMW and even then, he let you push him against the side, closing him in. With your arms around his neck, lips locked on lips, you had him in a steady grip filled with bliss. 

‘Have I ever told you,’ he mumbled when you pulled out for air once more, ‘that you taste like cherry coke?’ You had discovered the drink over the previous summer and it had quickly become your favourite. You replied to his comment by giving him one more kiss. 

‘Hmm, well you taste like caramels.’ He had eaten some earlier, you remembered, and the sweet taste mixed well with the alcohol. And it had been a long day, where most of the product in his hair had lost its magic, so you could easily brush your fingers through it, pull it slightly. The groan that followed vibrated through his lips onto yours. 

The longer the kiss lasted the deeper, rougher, it got. That feeling was bubbling up in the pit of your stomach, the one you had missed and yet kept pressing under and shoving away, never feeling like it was the right time. But as you were making out with your boyfriend against his car, having just run out of a house party of… you didn’t even know whose house that was… but you realised, there would probably never be a perfect time. It didn’t matter. 

‘Steve-’ a moan escaped past the rest of your words. ‘Do you want to-’ You didn’t really know how to ask it. Even though both of you were on the exact same wavelength and he would have known what you wanted without a single word, you still wanted to ask, and yet the words didn’t work. It felt silly to ask something like it.

But no matter how silly, it was Steve and Steve got you. He rummaged in his pocket for the car keys and then, to your dislike, turned around to unlock the door. You halted him for a second. 

‘No, get the back door.’ At this, he seemed a bit confused. But just for a second. His eyes widened in realisation. 

‘Are you sure? We can drive up to the lake, maybe?’

‘It will take forever to get up there and I don’t feel like waiting.’ You let yourself into the car once he opened the backdoor. He watched you slip in on the backseat. If he had a die on, you had imagined yourself pulling him in by it as they did in the movies, but unfortunately, all he had was a t-shirt. ‘I need you, Steve. Now. Please.’ 

Steve cursed under his breath as the car door slammed behind him. A nervous hand brushed his hair back as he exhaled, somewhat heavily. But then, after a small moment of processing the situation, a switch flipped inside of him. The next second, he grabbed you by the thighs, pulling you into him. He let you sit on his lap while getting on with the buttons on your shirt. 

‘Are you sure about this?’ he asked once your bra was becoming more and more visible between the open buttons. 

‘Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?’ 

‘Just not what I had expected our first time to be.’ He chuckled, more to himself. 

‘You thought about it?’ Heat rose to your cheeks at the thought of him planning out your first time. It was an unexpected sensitiveness that you had seen make an appearance in Steve that still managed to surprise you. 

‘Honestly, don’t make me tell you how often I’ve thought about taking you and making you all mine.’ His voice was soft in your ear, but the words gave it an edge that shook you to your core, hitting that one spot deep in your stomach again. ‘Fill you up hard like you should be, baby.’ 

‘Fuck, Steve.’ He hadn’t even touched you yet and you could feel the heat pool down between your legs. 

‘That’s right. You know what’s good for you.’ Even if you had your eyes closed you could have bet his smirk was plastered all across his handsome face. And then his hand travelled down too, the cold of his fingers making you jump slightly when he touched your bare thigh– a pro of summer weather and clothes, the shorts you were wearing already exposed most of your body to him, except for what you needed him to tough the most. 

‘You’re probably already so wet for me, so needy.’ He started rubbing slow circles over your centre, his eyes glued to your face to read of any approval or discomfort, any sign he needed to see what to do to make you feel as good as possible. It was the most pleasurable torture you had ever felt, a feeling of a never nearing contentment. Steve knew what he was doing, even when experimenting to see what you were into, he moved deliberately, changing his pace and movements. He’d add pressure when your head would move back, and slow back down when your lips parted softly. 

You held on to his shoulders, doing your best not to grind against him, but eventually, 

things were taking too long. 

‘So fucking needy,’ he smiled at the feeling of your thighs grinding against his. ‘ Need me so bad?’ 

‘You know I do. Always.’ 

‘Always huh?’ He kissed your cheek, brushing some loose hair out of your face, ‘and what do you think about then?’ 

‘Just… you know… you, fucking me.’ 

‘Well, I don’t want to keep you waiting for much longer, then, baby,’ he half-whispered and you definitely didn’t need to hear it twice. Given the space of the car, it happened with a little difficulty and little comfort, but eventually, you both managed to get rid of your clothes. It all happened so fast, that you weren’t even sure what you had done to your clothing, or what had happened to his. You were sitting in the backseat of his car, naked. The windows were already steaming up from the heat of your bodies and the heavy breathing. 

‘Just tell me if you need a break or to stop, ok?’ There he was again, that soft side of his. The careful and sweet Steve that you fell fall all those years ago. You nodded, telling him you would if you’d need to and the deal was sealed as he kissed you once more. This was a much more gentle kiss, but not a bit less passionate. 

As it went on, he held your hip and managed to slip inside you. It wasn’t the easiest process given your position and, again, the size of the car, but it worked and once it worked you couldn’t help but let the moan out that your body had been holding in for who knew how long. A sigh of relief, almost, at the feeling of him stretching your walls like no one had before. He let you get familiar with the feeling before moving. Slowly, at first, finding the comfort between both your bodies, but it didn’t take long for you both to realise you needed more. 

‘Fuck,’ he hissed as he moved faster, harder, hitting all the right spots inside you. Soon his mouth found its way to your chest, leaving sloppy kisses over your soft skin. The way his mouth felt on you stopped you from caring if anything he did would leave a mark. No one would be able to see it anyway, even in your smallest bathing suit. 

‘I’m-’ you gasped at another hard thrust. The knot within you was tightening, you could both feel it, and it Steve’s slower speed was an indicator of anything, you imagined he was getting there too, maybe even faster than you. 

‘Steve- oh my god,’ your head rolled back when his hand came back to your bundle of nerves, moving his fingers in swift circles, adding that much-needed pressure, that you hadn’t even known yourself you needed. How he knew, you might never know, but you would never complain either. Not when the release that followed was so sweet and mind-fogging. 

‘There you go. I got you. I got you.’ He kissed the top of your head as your breathing started to slow down. ‘I got you, baby.’ 

He held you close in his arms until you started to feel cold again. He handed you his shirt from underneath the seat, as yours was nowhere to be found in the darkness, and after quickly pulling up his trousers, he drove you back to his place to continue your night in a slightly more comfortable manner.

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[7fckingidiots]

Would you be alright with writing some HCs about the brothers and a MC who's a trans guy? Sorry if it's a tall order or too vague, they're a big comfort for me and I'd like to see what ideas you have bcs your headcanons are fantastic ;w;

HELL YEAH DUDE!!!! IM ALSO TRANS!!! AH!!!!! demigirl rights :3 but i also find a huge comfort in the boys and i hc all of them as trans because no one can Stop Me •• but i really hope you enjoy these and remember you’re valid and i care u so much! Also i hope you don’t mind but i kinda made it gender neutral so every trans folk could enjoy!

The Brothers With A Trans MC

Lucifer

He didn’t know until you came out to him honestly. He knew all his other siblings were trans but with all the work Diavolo gave him and adding new students from different realms on top of that he hadn’t really had time to notice any minor changes in you.

He feels guilty about this and immediately makes sure(like everyone else)to ask for your pronouns, name, and how you would like to present yourself from now on.

Fixes your ID cards and your papers with Diavolo right after dinner

God. He’s such a dad and he gets you things that have your new name on them. You wake up to see you have a new pencil case with your name embroidered on it with matching pencils. God.....he’s so weird i love him so much

Asmo does most of your clothing shopping but for formal wear he takes you shopping! He’s not about to buy you some cheap tux or gown ok it’s gonna be over 2000 grim and he’s gonna get you three of them STOP HIM

He’s not the best with verbal affection so he writes down notes that are like “you looked very handsome/pretty today.” or when he first starts writing them they’re like “you’re a boy/girl/kid. i’m proud of you.” Thank u mr morningstar

You want surgery or to start hormones??? He will stop all his work with Diavolo and spend forever looking up things for you, he wants you to be as safe as possible(pls he almost fainted after he realized you’d have to give yourself a shot like everyday dhdhdhjdhd hc that demons/angels don’t have to do hormone therapy i’m so JEALOUS)

Practices saying your pronouns in his study when you first come out. He just wants to make sure you feel as safe as possible in his care(and he remembers how terrible it felt to be misgendered)

Guess what....he loves you no matter what :)

Mammon

You’re blind as hell if you couldn’t see his top scars but I respect it

King DOES slip up on your pronoun change but always immediately corrects himself. Satan has a spray bottle that he sprays Mammon with when he does it. Mammon is NOT amused but the same can’t be said for Belphie.

Gender affirming activities??? Oh yeah like robbing a bank?? That’s pretty gender neutral and trans right?? Yeah!!! Wow such a good supportive brother.

If you want you can wear the formal wear Lucifer bought you to the said bank heist. Boom trans rights

You can practice painting his nails or doing his makeup if you’re too nervous to do it on yourself first!! Dw if it’s bad he also can’t do makeup or paint nails so once you let him return the favor you’re both laughing and Asmo is distraught.

KING at dying hair he will get you whatever you need and if you want an entire different hair cut entirely he’s ON it

Very used to being Loud and Brash but if you need someone to talk to about anything really he always calms down and sits down to listen to whatever you have to say.

Lots of gendered gifts from him. This said for men??? Oh ok adds to cart. Oh pink??? For ladies??? yeah that can go in there too

You’re never gonna believe this.....But he loves you and supports you :)

Levi

He was the first one to come out to you at the house!! He was just so excited! Same hat!!!

Gets literally any video game where you can design the protag/have custom pronouns and will play games like that with you for hours

Would you like a pride flag.....for u.....He has too many.....Please take the trans flag please he has no room....he bought in bulk for a pride event and didn’t consider the consequences of his actions

Miku binder but irl. He will get if for you but unironically.....thanks King. He just likes binders with patterns and i respect IT

Dysphoria?? He gives you his hoodie bc that was his trademark dysphoria hoodie and i GUESS for you he can share............he would give u anything just ask nicely he’s sensitive

Reads any character that matches up with your gender and is like!!!!! That’s you!!!! OMG!!!! You in da IRL

Goes back and edits his tweets if they use your old name or pronouns(also has he/they in his bio. this is for nothing just makes me :D)

If you haven’t chosen your name he’s gonna suggest so many fictional characters. POV levi kin assigns you.

You listen to music together that just has Trans Vibes.....maybe u cry together but there’s no judgment!! It’s just nice :)

God it’s wild but! He loves u and thinks ur great :)

Satan

Enby Satan. That’s all :)

He’s very quite about it, he supports you! He’s just not loud like his brothers

He brings you book about gender studies and LGBTQ history that he thinks would interest you(there some of his favorite books and they’ve made him feel the most comfortable in his gender)

Gives you a name list if you haven’t named yourself yet! He cares about you and wants to make sure you have the right name that suits you

He’s the one that tells you that it’s ok if you’re still figuring it all out, learning about yourself is a very tricky process and if anyone knows that it’s Satan

Any of the brothers would kill anyone who misgendered you but with Satan that shit is ON SIGHT

Asks you how you know and what were the signs that gave it away to you, but only if you’re comfortable telling him!! He just finds everyone’s experience interesting and would like to know yours as well.

Spells for fucking DAYS Satan personally kills body dysphoria the best he can(mainly bc he’s HIGHKEY afraid of you getting surgery he hates knives so much)

Makes your comfort food for you when you’re feeling down about yourself and will read whatever you want to hear outloud to you.

!!!!!! GET THIS !!!!!! He loves YOU :0

Asmo

Fucking excited!!!! This means you two are going to buy so much clothing together and he gets to style you let’s GO

Buys you whatever you want but he will make you try it all on so be CAREFUL what u wish for.....ur gonna be there till the store closes yeah......

Paints your nails with the trans pride flag!! Also does your makeup and gives you tips on how to look more masculine or fem!!

VOICE LESSONS

He will help you lower or raise the pitch of your voice if it KILLS him. It eventually becomes like a mini class after school

Helps with internalized transphobia! Hes dealt with his fair share and knows how awful it can be and he will NOT being having you experience that as well we r practicing Self Care now

Picks apart any one who misgenders you until they’re crying he has NO fucking time for that behavior in this HOUSE

Sometimes self care is eating whatever you want and sitting in the dysphoria hoodies while watching chick flicks with Asmo

He likes dressing you up but he’s always sure to set boundaries so he never puts you into something that makes you feel uncomfortable

ALSO edits his posts and takes down anything that makes you uncomfortable!!

He loves you so much!!!!

Beel

another one to hand you The Dysphoria Hoodie and it’s very large and comfy!

he’ll help you make out a work out routine that will help you get the body you want and it makes him really happy to work out with you :)

he’s gonna hold your hand if you have to take shots and will give you puppy eyes if you don’t let him. He’s just worried!!!! He wants to help

stands behind you whenever you’re nervous about coming out to someone, he will NOT have someone making you feel bad or misgendering you

he’ll see food with trans pride colors and gives it too you, probably doesn’t even know what it is half the time but it made him think of you so he makes sure to get it for you

he doesn’t trip up on any of your new pronouns or name and makes it seem like he never even knew them. dead name???? what’s that??? a type of sauce?????

will let you vent to him whenever needed and will always make you a sundae after you’ve finished. it’s comically huge but it’s tasty and does make you feel a lot better, thanks beel

makes sure you remember to take off your binder if you’ve been wearing it for more than eight hours! and if you’ve been wearing heels to feel more fem he reminds you to take those off too and has a pair of slippers for you in his room that you can wear instead

hey! get this! He loves you so, so much :D

Belphie

you’re trans? ok kid join the club. he doesn’t make a big deal at all

are you still gonna cuddle with him and join him in his quest to make lucifer’s life difficult? yeah? ok then cool what’s ur name 

if he hears someone misgender you he waits till you’ve left the room and just kills whoever did it, dude’s unhinged what did you expect from him honestly

he’s actually really curious about any hormone therapy you’re on and likes listening to you rant about it to him. he likes seeing your face light up and it partly reminds him of lilith

calls your hormones something stupid like “oh dude, your gamer girl juice arrived.” or “hey your little man potion is here.” ...thanks belphie

will NOT let you sleep in a binder or push up bra!!! not healthy!! let ur chest breath guys 

like mammon, he gets you gendered gifts but they’re so fucking weird? you didn’t need a girls version of a collectable hot wheels set???? he got you blue lightning mcqueen sheets?????? those EXIST here????!!!!! when does he even shop......

introduces you to new people like “this is our resident boy/girl/human. they don’t do much but i think they’re cool.”

he really does care about you but he remembers when he came out he just didnt want people to make a big deal about it so he’s just doing what would have made him feel the most comfortable, but you can still see how much love he has for you when you look into his eyes

he loves you, so, so much :)

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[lunarkat87]

It's been so long since I posted to this blog. I guess I stopped when I lost touch with my best friend who was like a sister. I've been wishing I could talk to her for guidance for so long, but I had to let her go for myself. She was attempting to push a guy on me when I wasn't ready, and purely so I would have a reason to move back to our hometown. Didn't she remember how bad that place was for me? I was homeless for nearly 4 years, bouncing between places, never secure, just surviving. Every time we talked I could feel my energy depleting, but she was my best friend, so why would I leave her? She was getting married, so naturally she was focused a lot on that, and I was meant to be her maid of honor. And as the MOH, it was my job to stand up for the bride, and to get the bridal party in order. So when I saw how much they kept hurting her, and how she was more sad about her experience as a bride than happy, I stepped up to the plate. Me, the girl terrified of her own shadow on some days. But I did it, and she called me her only friend, and her other bridesmaids did not like it, so they ran to her.... and she called me a bully. It was in that moment that my heart was broken, that she could think I had bullied people into something. She was ultimately my soul mate, we were meant to be in each others lives... and suddenly I was reduced to this one word. And all the pain, all the hurt I had over the years preceding this came pouring out, how she guilt tripped me, how I needed her and she wasn't there, how just because it wasnt what she wanted to do she didn't stick to plans with me. How she blew me off time and again, and how she stopped seeing me and I always had to travel to see her. And it was done. And what broke my heart more was the relief that I felt after I sent her an email. I loved her, so why would I be relieved? But as I write this today, I wish I could talk to her. Because she was and has always only ever been, the person that understood me. Who understood my heart, my mind, my emotions. Who helped me heal from my ex-fiancé that cheated on me. On the days I felt like giving up, and not being able to see through the blinding pain she was there to support me. She sent me quotes, she texted me every day, she made sure I was okay. And she always knew deep down I wasn't, and she was okay with that. She didn't expect or need me to be. And I wish I could have her now, because as I write this that fragile heart that I had finally fixed, has broken and shattered all over again.

You see, I met a guy. It had been 2 years, and I was ready to open myself to the idea of love again, especially because I realized I did not love my ex anymore, nor had I for a long time. I had tried dating in between those years, but it never felt right, or like I was ready. But after spending time on my own and feeling empowered, I downloaded a dating app. But it wasn't long before I began to dislike it, I don't like judging based off of pictures, and only a few words. I was feeling discouraged, maybe I wasn't ready... but then the app pinged for someone they thought I might like. I saw him and thought, wow he is handsome, he has a smile that I could melt from, and.... was that a racoon on his head?? I had to know, and so I hoped he would respond. And there began my downfall, because he did.

We spent an entire week texting, and I found myself eager and smiling at my phone. I was actually excited, and couldn't wait to meet him in person. We even came up with nicknames... he was Cinna-Ron because he asked me if I thought he was as sweet as a cinnamon roll... and he was, but even more so. My heart pounded as I waited to meet at the boba shop where he would pick me up for our date. And when he finally arrived, he was even more amazing in person. And he brought me burgundy colored carnations, it was that moment I knew I'd love those flowers forever. He opened my door for me and was a true gentleman, and when he leaned in to kiss me, I felt the world slow and my heart stop. All I could think was "wow~" we spent the whole night together, talking and kissing and flirting and I was convinced I had never felt more alive. And so began my hope.... that evil, snaring, soul crushing light..... the hope that things would keep going well, and that he felt the same way. To my excitement he did, and it was like I had known him forever. I was so unbelievably happy, and excited, and absolutely terrified. Because deep down I knew he was going to break my heart.... and so I ignored all of my alarms, my instincts. "Run away, he is going to hurt you" "don't let him in, keep him at a distance" "this will only lead to pain" and I could feel my heart shake from fear... like it knew it wouldn't survive another fracture... but I stood my ground, I was going to fight myself and trust for once, because he was nothing like anyone I had ever met before. He made me feel safe, he was why I took so long to come back, because I wanted to give him a real unicumbered chance at loving me, instead of pushing him away. I was happy being alone, I was content with myself and who I was, but I wanted to share it.... so I let him in.

Not long after I began to have health issues, an excruciating pain developed in my abdomen that I never found a real answer for. I hurt my wrist at work, and was in a minor fender bender that hurt my upper back. I was in my last year of Nursing school, and so the stress began to overwhelm me and I started overeating again. Before I knew it I was 30 pounds heavier.... but worst of all the darkness started creeping back in.... here was my depression again.... and crippling anxiety.... it began to be too dark to see any light.... I failed 2 exams in my last semester.... but I still had hope and light because he was there. Reminding me I was smart and I could do it.... and when I opened up about my mental health, I told him I would understand if he didnt want to stay because he didnt sign up for that... and he told me he wasn't going anywhere.... and so I had some hope to hold onto.... because I knew the real Kat was in there still, but the world was piling it on and I was suffocating, and he was patient enough for me to get back to me again. A week later he changed his mind.... he decided he couldn't "reciprocate as strong of feelings" for me as I had for him. A polite way of saying he doesn't love me, and knew he never would. And just like that, hope was gone....

Did I imagine it? The last 8 months? Was I really the only one who fell in love? Did I misread all of his actions as just really strong like and not love? The only reason I was open about my feelings towards him was because I genuinely believed he felt the same, his actions spoke louder than his words, or lack thereof. And I said I would wait for when he was ready to say it back, because I wasn't going anywhere and he made me believe he felt the same.... little did I realize he had one foot out the door from the start of our relationship. He thought the feelings would grow but they never did.... so when he smiled at me and held me close did he feel nothing? Was there not a fire roaring in his chest for me? Did not every fear and care melt away? Did the sound of my voice not send a thrill through his heart? Did he not look at me and feel pure happiness? What happened? What went wrong? What changed? It was me. It had to be me. Why else would he decide this now? He couldnt see the girl he first met anymore, I was a whole new person to him and he did not like what he saw or how he felt with me. And so he decided it wasn't "fair" to me if he kept me because he couldn't "reciprocate as strong of feelings."

Ultimately I don't believe I ever really had a chance with him, because he kept me at a distance emotionally. I realize now he never truly opened himself to me, and when he saw how serious, how real a relationship with me could be. He chose to run instead of opening his heart to being hurt. So you know what, maybe I do deserve better than that. I deserved the person he made me believe be was, he started out all in but I didnt realize he had that foot out the door, especially after I told him those three words. He has an idea of what he thinks love is like and how it's supposed to last, but doesn't realize that love is different each time you find it. He always told me he loves love, so why didnt he want the love in front of him? I think he still holds his heart for the one girl he ever really loved. So he'll never find what he is looking for because each new person he brings into his world, he never really gives a chance to, they'll never fit that mold. How can he expect to love someone, if he doesn't allow himself to? And yet, here I am... still wondering why I was not enough.... it's never enough.... and so I've closed my heart to love permanently. Because I can't stand this pain.... I feel so tricked... and so betrayed... the only quote befitting this is by Bob Marley "The biggest coward of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her." How do I trust love if it ever comes again? Because what I mistook for love from him, was apparently nothing.... how do I trust actions now? How do I trust myself? And how did I mean absolutely nothing to him? Why am I the only one hurting? How was I so blind? I was foolish to believe someone like him actually loved me... it never crossed my mind that he didn't... he never made me feel otherwise.... I hate this. But what can I do? He'll never regret this decision, that isn't like him. Why would he regret leaving someone he doesn't love? He'll never miss me, for the same reasons. I can't make him love me if he doesn't. I'll be a fleeting thought for him, but for me he'll always be that maybe. I'll always find myself wanting to talk to him, wishing I could be with him. And if he ever does find love, I'll likely envy that girl. Because she must be something truly special to awaken his love... so I'll go back to finding myself. I'll try to finish school amidst this chaos in the world, become a nurse, buy a house with a backyard for my dogs. And be content knowing that I don't want love, I don't want this pain. I reached for too much happiness and light, and so the universe has ripped all of that away from me, reminding me that I don't get that kind of contentment. School hangs in the balance, still unsure if they will be able to continue due to Covid-19. The man I thought loved me is gone, and my love with him. That bright shiny future I thought was waiting this year is gone. So now I'm lost to wander alone. But this time I choose to be, because this pain isn't worth my sanity, or my life. I'm tired of surviving, I want to live.... Goodbye my sweetest of cinnamon rolls... I know you'll never see this... but I hope you know the love I felt was real...

03/19/2020 2220

#love #i love him #heartbreak #painful #bob marley #boyfriend #breakup #loss #goodbye

[thedouchebrigadesympathizer]

Hey ! It's that villain anon, my apology for not articulating my words correctly ! I'd been thinking a villain with just the default Stain ideals that didn't believe in harming children (cause even as a villain, who would hurt a child ??)

You didnt tell me who you’d wanna have the reader attack, so i chose Tomura. *finger guns* its cool Anon, i get what ya mean. Also, anyone in the league is cool with child murder its a fact. Maybe not so much Spinner, but everyone else is pretty much on board for some child murder, FUN TIMES.

You saw it from across the line of battle, beyond the heads of students who were fighting with everything they had to defend themselves and their school, you saw it. The fire in his eyes. Who he was fighting, you hadn’t been sure, but one swift upper cut of your fist and the young hero you had been fighting went limp- falling to the loose gravel and dirt poking out of blood splattered grass. They had fought hard, and sadly lost against you despite their efforts.

They would be alright, you knew this, just a few minor fractures or maybe a concussion, and in the end your opponent would be fine.

But the child challenging Tomura Shigaraki would not.

The student was one you had recognized many times before, with wild emerald locks and a constellation of freckles. He was fit, and one would have assumed he could have taken Tomura easy if it wasn’t for the older man’s quirk. He had even knocked the mask your leader wore clean off his face, and it sat forgotten in the rubble of the chaos surrounding everyone.

Tomura kept lunging, while the green haired boy kept meeting him head on. They parryed and met in a cloud of undeniable power, oh so close to abusing the life out of each other.

You were a villain. It was expected that there would be casualties from the students sides, but you had prayed they would have been accidents. But this, this battle you were witnessing as you barreled through the line to fire, this was intentional. This was a personal attack for Tomura Shigaraki, and this child would not walk away from this fight alive- unless you did something that is.

You danced from others as they struggled to attempt to engage you in another battle, the students of UA desperate to fight back with everything they had. Still, your evasions were easy and you were closing in to Tomura and the student, mind racing.

What were you going to do? You didn’t know. What was going to happen later? Did it matter? The child was innocent. He didn’t understand, he was unaware of the outcome to come, and despite your beliefs, you knew the wavy haired boy did not deserve the ruthless death was would receive at the hand of Tomura.

You were closer now, closer than you should have dared to be, practically flying across the battlefield. You could hear them shouting, the taunting calls from the pale haired man you called your leader, the cries of frustration from the young UA student.

The boy launched himself, thinking he caught Tomura with his guard down, only to have Tomura rip his arm to the side and send an invisible wave of power from the students hand out that ruptured the ground and sent the earth splintering in all directions. With lightning speed, the boys throat was captured between four fingers and his body was thrown into the air, held by a tight grip. Tomura watched as scarred hands came to grab his wrist, his own scarlet hues narrowing in satisfaction.

“Midoriya, I will certainly enjoy this!” Tomura gloated, throwing a hand back and tossing it back down to the boy, Midoriya’s, horrified face.

Or, he would have, if you hadn’t dived in and ripped Tomura’s lean form back, causing his hand to only hit the air. You drove your weight into him, catching his startled expression right before you spun out of control. The two of you went flying, spiraling far away from Midoriya, who fell uselessly to the ground and gulped greedy breaths of air.

You felt blunt nails claw at your throat, but ducked quickly from a deadly grip and heard the roar of rage beneath you.

“[Last Name!]” Your leader vibrated with a fire you couldn’t begin to explain, fear shooting through her body and heart beating erratically.

You struggled to hold him down, words and reasons caught for now behind your terrified mask. Tomura screaming obscenities and throwing his weight around in attempt to toss you off.

“You’re dead! You’re fucking dead! I’ll turn you to dust you stupid bastard!”

You straddled his chest, pinning his hands to the ground and screamed back at him, with the same amount of animosity.

“He is a child! A child Tomura Shigaraki!”

Tomura threw his head back, arching his back, kicked his legs. He made every attempt to escape your hold and expelled his fury, pupils near slits and practically foaming at the mouth. You shot a look over your shoulder, finding the Midoriya boy to be attempting to rise, your eyes widening.

“Don’t!” you warned, whipping your head back around to Tomura as his knee connected painfully with your spin, his obnoxiously long legs becoming just as much of a problem as his deadly touch. His fingers flexed, itching to shove themselves across your face and turn you to dust.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare fucking leave this battle, Izuku Midoriya!” Tomura shrieked, finally gaining the attention you had hoped he wouldn’t from your comrades.

“Run!” You shouted over Tomura’s rant. “Run, Izuku Midoriya!”

You couldn’t be sure he took your advice, your attention focused on subduing the man under you, and the warp gate that flickered a dark violet that appeared at your side.

You felt the ghost of a grip on your waist, which dragged you off the ranting mad man, and dropped you through the warp gate.

You fell in a eerily familiar place, the bar of The League.

You had been expelled from the mission.

You were in trouble.

In fact, you thought, settling on your knees and rubbing anxiously at your chest.

You were dead.

Dull thuds of footfalls were heard as another portal opened, Dabi appearing, followed closely by Spinner. Each of them look like they had seen hell, covered in ash, blood and dirt. Normally they would be grinning, two boys who loved to battle such as they did, but at that moment, they wore somber looks.

“He wants us to kill you.” Dabi said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You fucked up his chance to finally kill that Izuku kid.”

Spinner dropped to the ground beside you, kneeling and searching your eyes. “What the fuck do you do that for? Do you know what you just fucking did?”

You looked between them before rubbing at your jaw,  shaking your head. “Stain. Stain wouldn’t want Izuku to die. No one innocent like those students either.”

“You fucked up, [First Name].” Dabi muttered, scratching at his temple before nodding to the door with a tight frown. “Run.”

You straightened yourself, brows furrowing. “I’m not going to run.”

“Run.” Spinner mirrored Dabi’s words. “We’ll tell Shigaraki you were already gone.”

“I’m not going to run-”

“Then walk.” Spinner grabbed under your arms, hauling you up and shoving you at the door. “But get outta here.”

You stumbled, catching yourself on the bar counter and snapping you head to the boys. “I-”

“Go.” Dabi insisted, pointing to the exit. “This is your last fucking chance. I mean it. You were our comrade once. I don’t want to kill a fellow Stain Idealist, neither does Spinner. So get the fuck out of here, and don’t look back.”

You struggled to find an argument, but their eyes were screaming for you to listen, pleading with you to escape. So, with one last look to them both, you fled.

It wasn’t until you flew outside the front door that you heard a familiar roar of anger, and Tomura’s voice could be heard, shouting your name for all the neighbourhood to hear.

Did he follow you? No.

Did you almost hope he would, if just so you could finish what you started? Yes.

#finally fucking finsihed this #oh my god i feel like a god damn champion even if this is shitty #ahhhhhhhhhh #tomura #dabi #spinner