#she knows enough nb people at her work i didn't have to Explain it to her

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not buying something for a friend on card when they only have cash? (profanity warning up ahead lol) 🦈🦈🦈

A few months ago myself and some of my friends (fake names: Lucy F, Mark M, Kai NB, Jenny F, Charlie NB) decided to go see a movie at the local cinema (we chose it because it's the cheapest in the area). For a very long time, this place only accepted cash unless you booked tickets in advance but after COVID now operates exclusively on contactless payments — no exceptions. Whenever we got there everybody had already booked tickets so we went right into the theatre to get good seats (tickets don't have specific seats at this cinema; it's first come, first served). Once we got our seats of choice, we decided to go to the cinema shop for food in pairs so that nobody would take out spot and after Mark and Kai went, Lucy and I went.

I went first and paid for a medium popcorn and a small box of Maltesers but when it was Lucy's turn she only had cash, therefore could not pay, which made her get snappy at the worker there who obviously couldn't do anything about it. Lucy then asked me if I could pay on card and she could repay me with cash (which is a reasonable request but shit goes sideways after this) so I checked my balance to see if I could. Turns out I only had twenty cents left on my card.

Side note: we're all teenagers and Lucy, Mark, Charlie and I don't have jobs because at the time we were still considered to young to be hired in my area unless we wanted to get paid severely below the minimum wage (McDonald's, I see you). My money consists solely of birthday money that I can spend on buying gifts for myself and others, and going out with my friends. I budget myself strictly because I don't have a steady source of income and keep my unspent money in my savings dedicated towards university. My parents won't start a uni fund for me until I get my first job (which I personally think is fairly reasonable so that I can work for my education) Also I've been saving money in my budget to see this movie for a while since I was excited about it's release (FNAF lol).

Anyway, I tell Lucy I only have 20c and I'm sorry, but she snatches my phone without asking to look at my bank details to see $400 in savings (I know it's not enough for uni but please bare with me /lh). I naturally freaked out in my head and take it back from her, worried that she was going to try buy food anyway, read my bank account details or take money out of my literal uni fund. When I quickly explained it was my only fund for university and I didn't feel comfortable whittling it down (we're in public and there's a line of three people behind Lucy) she gets mad and properly yells that I'm being a "selfish bitch" and only thinking about myself, and that I should just pay for her anyway so she can give me the cash (I would have nowhere safe to keep it in my house as my sister takes any physical money and lies about it, which she has done to me before). I offer to go back to the group and take someone else down like Jenny or Kai who can make the trade or that she can share my food (she likes popcorn and Maltesers) but she again called me a "bitch" at the top of her lungs in a public space with people behind her and families with young children nearby, and stormed back to the theatre, leaving me to apologise to the workers and members of the public.

We go back to the theatre and I again offer for her to share my food and ask if any of my friends could do the trade but she once more announced I was a "selfish, stupid bitch" quote unquote and that it didn't matter anymore anyways. She proceeded to sulk the rest of the movie and later when we walked around the area just for fun.

Later when we all went home, it turned out Lucy, immediately after I got on my bus, made a group chat with everybody but me to talk shit about me. I found out about this because I was on the bus home with Mark (we're practically neighbours) and he showed me the messages right away. She had completely changed the story to make her a hapless victim that I, the unfeeling antagonist, publicly shamed even though after the movie I apologised to her again (I genuinely felt like shit after all of it) and explained the situation to my curious friends (Lucy agreed with what I said then — except I kept out the "bitch" stuff — but rewrote the whole story in their group chat).

At school she started avoiding myself, Mark, Charlie, and other friends who didn't go see the FNAF movie with us because apparently they were all on "my side" (I didn't realise that this whole thing was a big deal or that there were definitive sides people had to choose). Kai and Jenny (who were sticking with Lucy but still talking to the rest of us) came up to me separately and told me that Lucy was "hurt by my actions" and just because I didn't like her, didn't give me the right to "take that experience away". I asked why they thought I didn't like her and that's how I found out she had been talking shit about me for months behind my back (and others like Mark and people who didn't go see the movie), which did upset me because I still considered Lucy a friend despite all this.

Kai and Jenny told me to apologise. Mark and Charlie told me not to. I haven't yet and it's been over a month now. Lucy, Kai and Jenny still hang out with us but Lucy still shit-talks myself and others and will consistently bring up that I didn't pay for her despite the fact that it was ages ago now and I really didn't think it was that deep.

Do you guys think I'm the asshole for not draining my uni funds to get my friend a popcorn and Maltesers, and then not apologising when she tried to turn our friends against me over it?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[just-an-enby-lemon]

My Scriddler headcannons over Batman The Audio Adventures:

1. Ed and Jon start hang out cause Ms. Tuesday bullies Ed. She is basically forcing him into team ups with Scarecrow because she wants to hang out with her gf Autumm (and because she worries about him, honestly she is his only friend and she is a teen he hired to a part-time job, he needs someone his age to hang out, prefencially someone he isn't paying to).

2. Autumm is more gentle and is subtly manipulating Jon into the team ups for basically the same reasons: Crane needs friends and she wants to be able to kiss her gf on work.

3. Small tangent Autumm and Miss. Tuesday are both not cis (Autuum is nb and Miss Tuesday is trans) and they go to high school together. They study in the same building as Dick Grayson (who is transmasc in this universe cause I said so) but Dick is a middle schooler so they don't interact much.

4. As a social experiment Miss Tuesday secretly starts "borrowing" Ed's phone to send heart emojis to Crane at random. She always whipes the evidences so Ed has no idea she is doing it. He knows she is stealling his phone but not what she is doing with it. The though should annoy him more, but as Jeremiah Arkham once said he has a weird unexpected soft spot for the kid (the phrasing was more on the side of "I cannot understand why he listens to a sassy teen and not to the very qualified doctors but if it can be used to stop the propery damage related paperwork he causes I'm glad." ).

5. Somehow the random emojis, constant team ups and several casual hang outs are enough to convince Jon that he and Ed are dating. He proceeds to tell it to Autumm who tells it to Miss Tuesday.

6. Now everyone thinks Ed and Jon are a couple except Ed.

7. It lasts until one day they are fighting Batman and Robin casually says "you and your boyfriend are going to Arrkham, Nygma" and Ed's reaction is "Did you hit your head, Boy Wonder? Did Barman's constant child endangerment finnally took it's tool? I don't have a boyfriend" and Jonathan who has being fighting with Edward over his lack of sleep in the last two days and truly didn't sleept just looks at Riddler sadly and says "Are you breaking out with me?"

Ed's reaction is a very confused "Am I breaking out with you? What are you talking about? We were never dating. Has the world gone mad?"

8. At this point Robin is unconfortable and regreting very much the fact he brough the subject up. He was just trying to be supportive. Catwoman had looked very happy when he acknowledged her relationship with Vicky Vale. Apparently he was the first person to not call them "friends" or "sisters". It even helped him realize that when people said Bruce and Harvey used to be "besties" before Two-Face they ment the same thing. So when Miss Tuesday told him Riddler and Scarecrow were dating (they hanged out in costume sometimes, after patrol, she called him brat but was always up for it, mostly they went to the batburguer ordered some junk food and gossiped about heros and villans, he called it "his information gatering mission" when explaining his disapearances to B) he decided that he wouldn't be one of this weirdos and just call them boyfriends. Miss Tuesday sayed it was a great idea.

But noo, Riddler had to be weird about it.

9. They prooced to have a discussion over their relationship. Good side is they agree they are dating actually. Bad side is that they were too distracted over it and now they are in Arkham.

10. Queerplatonic relationship goals.

#scriddler #i have other hcs over batman audio adventured #this show is really funny #batman audio adventures #riddler #scarecrow #miss tuesday #autumm #bruharvey #is a small mention but it is there #because in this particular media a ship them #Selina Kyle x Vicky Vale #i ship this version of them soo much #robin #dick grayson

[transgenderboobs]

anyway um came out to my mom today

#SHE WAS COOL WITH IT! she was very accepting! it was nice! #i told her about my plans to get top surgery and like #she asked why and i opened my mouth thinking i might just lie but then i just. didn't. #i just said the Truth lol #and she was like ok thats very cool #asked how she should refer to me now #she knows enough nb people at her work i didn't have to Explain it to her #so it was nice! it was cool it was fine #personal #oh don't reblog this btw.

[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 4

Zemo stared at his phone which he had sat on his desk. His car has been fixed up and he was about to go test run it, but his mind wasn't focused on the car. All he could think about was you.

Sam pokes his head into the office.

"Ready for the test run?"

Zemo looks up, acting as if his mind hasn't been elsewhere, and nodded. He glances at his phone once more before leaving with Sam.

You hadn't contacted him and he was missing you. He had no idea it would be this bad. It had been a couple of days since you had left and he was wishing time had paused that day, anything to spend a few extra minutes with you.

He looks at his car. He needed to put his racing mind on. He grabs his helmet, and gears up. Once he's in the car, he is in racer mode.

When you stepped off the train, your friend was waiting eagerly. She squealed as she ran over to you and pulled you into a hug. You chuckled as she nearly caused you to fall over.

"I've missed you!"

"I was only gone a couple of days," you chuckle.

"I know, but still. Something super amazing has happened and I'm about to lose my mind!"

"What is it?"

You both begin to leave the station, you eager to hear what is so exciting.

"Remember Tony Stark?"

Of course you did. You had literally seen him that weekend, racing.

"Yes."

"Well-"

As you exit the station, you come to a stop. Right in front of you is a limousine. Sleek, black, and expensive looking.

You look at your friend in shock.

"Explain."

Tony Stark climbs out of the limo before she can. You stare in shock. What was he even doing here? Shouldn't he be off training for the next race? Why was he here?

Your friend skips over to him and he places an arm around her.

"What is happening?"

Your friend smiles away, leaning against the billionaire beside her. Maybe you were imagining this. Tony Stark could not be here.

"Y/N, this is my boyfriend."

You are so sure your brain malfunctioned right there. You drop your bag and try to figure if you actually heard that.

You friend laughs as she grabs your bag and puts it into the limo.

"For real?" You ask, looking at Stark.

"For real." He grins.

"Come on, we'll take you home," your friend urges you into the limo. You cannot believe this is happening.

Once you're all in, your friend gives the driver your address and you all set off. You can only stare as she practically drapes herself over his lap.

You feel so confused.

The car was filled only with silence for the reminder of the ride. It was awkward and suffocating, but there was nothing you could say.

When the limo stopped outside of your apartment, you climbed out. Your friend got out too. You pulled her off to the side.

"How? When? How long has this been a thing?" You ask, rapidly firing out your questions.

"He asked me out. That night a couple weeks ago. At the party. The one you didn't come to."

"And you're only mentioning this now?"

"He asked me to wait, so I did. Then a couple days ago, he called me and said he was ready for to tell people."

"A couple of days ago? Friday?"

"Yeah."

You glance back at the car. Friday was race day. Was that a coincidence?

"I'm your friend, why didn't you tell me?"

"I promised I wouldn't until he said I could. I really like him Y/N."

"Do you? Are you in love with him because he's amazing and loves you? Or because he's your favourite pro racer and billionaire?" You narrow you gaze at her.

Her jaw is clenched, eyes hazy with tears.

"That's not fair."

"It's very fair. I don't think you've thought this through."

She let's her tears fall, drops your bag at your feet, pushes you back, and then climbs into the car. You watch the limo drive off before you pick up your bag and go inside your home.

Something didn't sit right with you.

You throw your bag on your bed, deciding to unpack later, and slump down on your sofa. Your mind flickered to Zemo.

You hadn't contacted him. You could have done so on the train. You grab your phone and send him a message.

You: Hey :) I hope I didn't keep you waiting.

You put the phone down and wait. He was probably busy, but you would wait. Closing your eyes, you could almost imagine being back in his car, speeding down the road like crazy. You missed that feeling.

Life was too slow now.

You yearned to be a part of Zemo's lifestyle. You wanted to be beside him, cheering his name, watching as he wins against Stark.

Speaking of, you would have to make arrangements. You needed to check your work schedule and make sure you had that weekend off.

You didn't want to miss a race.

You feel asleep with those thoughts. The wind in your hair, laughter filling the car, Zemo looking over at you with a smile. He was right there in your dreams.

Zemo had done several laps up and down the runway. He would take it down to the track tomorrow to test it out proper, but for now it was in great condition.

The moment he changed out of his gear, he went to collect his things from the office. Picking up his phone, his heart leaped with joy when he saw the text.

You: Hey :) I hope I didn't keep you waiting.

He smiled at his phone and immediately saved your number.

Y/N❤

It felt right to put you in his phone like that. He mentally scolded himself for getting carried away, but he didn't change it. He left it like that and replied.

Zemo: You did, but I'll forgive you. You can make it up to me when I see you next.

He smiled as he tucked his phone away and prepared to head home. On the drive home, his mind turned to you again. There was a silly grin on his face. He would take this third race as a sign. If you showed up, he would take you for that drink, and maybe something would happen. He was not ready to let you go just yet.

A thought crossed his mind.

What if he visited you before the race? He would surely be able to get you to give up your address to him. You would with the drive up. Maybe next could take a peek into your life.

Would you like that?

Never before had he questioned himself so much. When it came to you, there was doubt in his mind. It's not as if you were his anyway. Friend? Yes, quite possibly. Nothing more.

Yet, he yearned for it.

Would you enter his world if invited you? Perhaps he would keep that question up his sleeve until the time seemed right.

It wasn't until he was at home that he got a reply. You must have been busy.

You: That's fair. Assuming I make it, of course.

He smiled at your response.

Zemo: I'll be disappointed if you don't come. I may need your luck again.

You: Yes, because that went so well last time.

Zemo: My losing was no your fault. I blame Stark.

There was several minutes of silence before your next response.

You: How is the car?

Zemo: In working order. I'm going to tinker with it some more. I won't stop until it's up to standard.

You: You must be very busy then.

Zemo: Not too busy that I can't talk to you.

It was so easy to be all bold when you were communicating by text.

You: Cute, but I'm not falling for that ;)

Two could play that game, it seemed.

Zemo: May I ask you something?

You: Of course

Zemo: Where do you work?

You: Why? I can tell you now, it's no where as cool as your job.

Zemo: I want to know more about you.

There was another pause before your response. This one was a little longer than other and Zemo wondered if he had crossed a line.

Then you replied.

You: At cafe, it's called The Redwing. Nice enough place, but not as exciting as your job.

The Redwing? He had heard that name before. Sam came to mind as he thought about it. Zemo smiled.

Zemo: Sounds interesting to me.

You: If you say so. No fast cars here though, just people wanting coffee.

Zemo: I want to hear more, but perhaps some other time. I should eat before I fall asleep on my couch. See you soon?

A couple minutes go by, and then:

You: Maybe ;)

He smiled a smug grin as he put his phone down. He would see you soon, you just didn't know how soon.

Seemed like Zemo had a call to make.

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#helmut zemo #zemo #helmut zemo x reader #zemo x reader #baron helmut zemo #marvel #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

[dross-the-fish]

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Well today was surreal.

I'm trying to do my fucking job, quoting some dude for an auto policy, but instead of giving me his car's goddamn VIN number this guy goes on a random tangent about how "actually futas are positive representation because they make transwomen look desirable" and it's just like...no?

How do you get to such an astronomically bad take? Why are you telling your insurance agent this? Did you call in because you were fucking BORED and you wanted to troll a stranger at their place of work? Did you run this atrocious line of thought past someone else and they explained that "Actually futas are a gross fetish and harmful" and you just couldn't accept that? Is that it? Did someone call you out on your bullshit???? Now your so salty you just have to talk to ME about it????

And he kept going with it. Even when I tried to nudge him back to his insurance he just ranted at me about how it's flattering that futanari hentai exists and he even has one transgender friend who likes it so it's good.

At the half hour mark with no VIN number in sight I actually reached out to the team leader to ask if I could cut off the call because this bozo was never going to get to get off this topic. He was being offensive, he was making me very uncomfortable, and he was wasting my time on a day when our call volume was higher than normal. She told me to humor him because even if I don't write him a policy it could be a 10 on a survey..... and then my team mates agree with her that I just need to "take one for the 10."

and I'm sitting at my desk like

And of course this guy didn't opt into the survey. His type never does. You know who takes 99.9% of the surveys? Old people and Karens. Not ridiculous little butt-whistling dweebs who don't have the social awareness to know that you don't discuss your fetishes with strangers who just want to do their goddamn jobs and don't have the time or patience to listen to you defend your kinks as some kind of morally correct political statement.

A full hour after the call started he finally winds down and, oh gosh darn, look at the time! He'll call back later because now he has to be somewhere. I had to step away from my computer so I took my lunch early and screamed obscenities into one of my couch cushions.

Ladies, Gents and NBs please, for the love of god, do not do this to call center reps, we're under enough pressure as is and, unlike your friends and social media followers, we don't have the luxury to excuse ourselves when you put us in uncomfortable situations.

I know the tone of this rant has been on the humorous side but I'm being dead serious when I say we get exposed to homophobia, racism, transphobia, ableism, and misogyny every single day. For those of us that are minorities this does take a huge toll. As a queer person, being held hostage by a client who sees people like us as a fetish he's entitled to objectify and consume can be a devastating experience. Any time you call a service remember the people on the other end of the line are PEOPLE, not your therapists or bottomless vessels for your toxicity. Please don't do this shit to us.

#work woes #f-slur #transphobia trigger warning

[lovethyqueers]

I recently came out to my mom as bisexual (we'll deal with the NB part later in family therapy which we're going to now i guess), and she didn't take it well. I explained to her why I believe it's ok to be in a relationship with someone of the same gender, provided sources and scriptures and my own story about reconciling my faith and my identity. She's still stuck in the mindset that homosexuality is evil, and that i'm breaking her heart. (1./2)

This is a tough question to answer. And first off, I’m really sorry you’re going through this. I can only imagine how painful it is. So I extend all the comfort and prayers your way that I can. 

Part of it really is up for her to work out with God. There’s only so much you can do. Only so much you can say, do, and try, to help her see things from your perspective a little bit. But ultimately, her mind is her mind and her heart is her heart. It’s one of the hardest things to come to terms with. 

There’s many ways you can approach this and I’m honestly not entirely sure of the correct one. It’s a tricky situation. 

But, if this is any consolation to you at all: even if she never agrees with you about the lgbtq+ issue. Even if she doesn’t understand how you can be lgbtq+ and a Christian. You can explain and explain and talk and talk and it can in one ear and out the other. But when she sees the way you live, the way you love, and the way you reflect Christ- those are things that are hard to negate. And hopefully seeing those things can help her to respect you as a fellow believer. 

So, I’d advise:

1) That you pray. Pray for wisdom in speaking to her. Discernment in your conversations with her. Pray that your heart, mind, and ears are open to listening to her. And pray that you can try to understand it from her perspective. 

But also- pray for her to open her heart to listen to you. And pray for her to remember that you are still her child, regardless. Pray she is reminded of the commandments to love and care for you. 

2) Know when you need to back down- for your own sake and hers. Sometimes, I get in arguments back and forth with some of my anti-lgbtq+ peers and family, and eventually, hours pass, and I’m sitting there, exhausted to my bones, tears in my eyes, and a weariness in my heart that I cannot bear any longer. Don’t stop at that point. Stop long before. Sometimes, it’s better to say, “Mom, I love you, but we need to stop arguing. I don’t either of us to say anything hurtful to each other. Let’s stop,” than to keep going until you’re so upset you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

3) Don’t expect too much. And I’m not just saying this in a, “Your mom will never change, she’s doomed,” kind of way, no. I’m saying this in a “your mom has lived with this particular form of theology/beliefs for a long time and it’s not something that’s going to come undone in one night.” 

I was homophobic for about fifteen years of my life. I’m talking about genuinely hurtful terrible homophobia. Gays don’t go to heaven, their ‘sin’ is worse than other sin, and so on so on. I was angry with people, with myself, and God. I also was a closeted bisexual with confusion and dysphoria regarding my gender. But that doesn’t excuse it. Homophobia is a heck of a drug and I firmly believe it isn’t biblical. 

But undoing that? Unraveling your beliefs, examining them, and trying to see where the toxicity has been so woven into the fabric of who you are? That’s tough. I’m still not done figuring it out. I’ll probably continue on figuring it out for years to come. 

I’m just saying- have patience with her. Don’t put yourself in danger. Don’t let her hurt you. But do understand that, if she’s genuinely putting in an effort, and trying to understand- it won’t happen overnight.

4) There’s a lot of rich theological discussion to be had with her, if she is willing to discuss it calmly. A lot about forgiveness, love, judgement, and especially about being one body of believers, despite our diversity of opinions and backgrounds and experiences and orientations, etc. See if your mom is interested in having a discussion about it. A good verse to reference is this one:

1 Corinthians 12:12-27 (ESV)

12 For just as the body is one and has many members, and all the members of the body, though many, are one body, so it is with Christ. 13 For in one Spirit we were all baptized into one body—Jews or Greeks, slaves or free—and all were made to drink of one Spirit.

14 For the body does not consist of one member but of many. 15 If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. 16 And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. 17 If the whole body were an eye, where would be the sense of hearing? If the whole body were an ear, where would be the sense of smell? 18 But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. 19 If all were a single member, where would the body be? 20 As it is, there are many parts, yet one body.

21 The eye cannot say to the hand, “I have no need of you,” nor again the head to the feet, “I have no need of you.” 22 On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor, and our unpresentable parts are treated with greater modesty, 24 which our more presentable parts do not require. But God has so composed the body, giving greater honor to the part that lacked it, 25 that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. 26 If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together.

27 Now you are the body of Christ and individually members of it.

Your mom might benefit from examining that passage from a new perspective: you, as an lgbtq+ believer, bring things to the table that others can’t. Maybe urge her to think about what some of those things may be. 

Regardless of whether she does or not, you’ve at least given her something to dwell on and pray over. 

5) Remind her of this simple verse. We all know it.

John 3:16

16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

There are no asterisks. No long terms and conditions. It’s simple enough that a child can understand. And that’s the point. With faith alone that reaches beyond understanding, you can be saved. We cannot save ourselves. Only Jesus can. Salvation is not from your mom, or from you. The moment you declared Jesus Lord is the moment you were “born again,” just as your mom was. It’s us that try to put conditions on God’s love and Jesus’s sacrifice- not Him. He loves you. You are his child. Regardless of sexuality and gender. 

and 6) Protect yourself. If debating with your mom or arguing or trying to convince her- if that is hurting you. Take a step back. Tell her that you love her, but you’d like to put the discussion to rest for the time being. 

You are valuable member of this family. A family of believers. From different walks of life, backgrounds, experiences, struggles, hurts, and joys. You are loved deeply and valued by the God who created you, the one who will never leave, nor forsake you. Try to cling to that, even now, when things are rough. 

https://www.thetrevorproject.org/trvr_support_center/lgbtq-religion/

Trevor Project hotline: [phone]

God bless you. You will be in my prayers. 

(If I said anything wrong, I apologise. I did my best to respond but I am fallible to error. I ask that you forgive me if I made any. ♥)

#Anonymous #Marin Answers

[trans-n-enby-stuff]

💜(I'm so sorry this is really long pls forgive me) Hi, I was wondering if I could get some advice? My sister & I have been really close my whole life, we've shared a room for as long as I can remember & we tell each other basically everything. I came out as agender (its easier to explain than demifluid and I'm still a bit iffy on which term describes me best) to her a few days ago & she seemed supportive at first, said she was fine with it & didn't see anything wrong with it...

& she's avoided calling me a girl occasionally. But most of the time it's not like that? Like a few minutes ago we were goofing off and she said "what the heck woman" and stuff like that, I can't tell if she's joking or not or trying to keep me closeted around our parents? I told her not to talk to anyone about it except one of our friends (more on this later) so idk if she's trying to help but the use of gendered language could've easily been avoided. And when I came out she stressed that if I "changed my mind" she would understand. I've also felt really on edge & generally unsafe ever since I came out to her and I don't know whether it's justified. Like I don't think she would purposefully out me but idk anymore. And the friend I mentioned earlier, they came out as nb almost a year ago & I came out to them first, they helped me out a lot when I realized I wasn't cis. But my sis has never bothered correcting herself on their pronouns, even when they've made it clear they use neutral pronouns. She says it's really hard and she's working on it; she generally avoids pronouns around them but when it's just me and her she uses gendered pronouns for them & when I try to correct her she brushes it off. She's also said before that she thought they were "taking the whole gender thing too seriously" But honestly I don't know what to do. She's a really nice person, I love her and I would hate to cause a rift between us, I've been considering going back into the closet but I don't want her to think my being nb was just a phase. Do you have any advice? (Again sorry this was so long I've had this pent up for a while now and it just kinda reached a point I couldn't take it anymore, thank you so much for putting up with me 💜) 

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Okay my lovely anon friend, firstly no need to apologize, things can be hard to explain sometimes, lots of words are needed from time to time. so! let’s see if i can work through enough of this, sorry if i do miss anything, my brain is a demon sometimes.

being out to only one person in a house can be complicated for all involved. your sister doesn’t want to out you to other people and you don’t want that either, but you also want people to respect your pronouns and your gender. to be honest though, it sounds like your sister isn’t exactly trying real hard to respect you or your friends pronouns. the “woman” comment could just be habit, but considering that she also won’t really use your friend’s pronouns, it seems like she doesn’t really think your pronouns are a big deal. I don’t know what to tell you exactly love, it’s tricky. you might want to talk to her about it, tell her that the gendered stuff upsets you. if it doesn’t work, it’s up to you to decide if you’re okay with her ignoring your pronouns. if not, you could always try some classic things like not responding until she calls you the right thing or similar tactics. 

good luck love, and if you have more questions let me know!

~ Chris