what do you mean youre technically a detransitioner cause of terf bullshit?
it's a v long story but i detransitioned for a couple of years when i was 16/17, for multiple reasons but mostly because i fell into the blaire white/kalvin garrah chamber of "you have to be This way to be trans otherwise you're not real".
i was already Deeply insecure about myself and my 'passing' and i was led to believe that i couldn't want to wear makeup or skirts, and i couldn't choose not to have bottom surgery, and i couldn't do anything but bind for 12+ hours a day to the point that my ribcage is still misshapen. basically i thought that if i wasn't suffering enough doing 'feminine' things, i couldn't really be trans, so i should just go back to being a girl and suck it up.
the terf bullshit is because i'd seen a lot of terfs/detransitioners talking about the 'dangers' of testosterone and how it would turn me into a horrible ugly evil monster and how there was nothing worse than wanting to be a man. which combined with 'you need to fully medically transition to be valid at all' creates some very dangerous and upsetting feelings to cope with.
it also came from trying really hard to put myself in a little box before i realised that my sexuality/gender are very fluid and it's FINE for me not to have a label and just do whatever i want. when i was 19 or so i went back to using they/them (and eventually he/him) and changed my name again because even though i like doing 'feminine' things, i don't want to be seen as a woman.
tldr: i was conditioned by transphobic/terf rhetorics to think that i was being trans the 'wrong' way so i couldn't be trans at all, so i believed i must actually be a girl if i still wanted to do 'feminine' things. nowadays i am a transmasc who does feminine things because i don't give two shits about what any transmed prick thinks of me anymore.
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DP x DC Prompt
This, but it's because their flight home was canceled due to Gotham's airport being destroyed. And they didn't want to drive all the way back.
The reason it all started was because Tucker was really bored and was getting a bit frustrated when he couldn't get past one of WE's many firewalls. He had already skimmed through everything else and concluded that Gotham's Brucie Wayne was a literal angel sent from heaven to one the worst cities in the world because he committed a crime so horrific that not even God could look him in his pretty little face anymore and that firewall proved it!
So to cool his head off, he decided to hack into a bank. Banks were pretty easy, right? Almost anyone could do it with just enough knowledge and the proper equipment. What he DIDN'T expect was just how EASY it was to do so. Laughably so, to the point it made him cry.
Did Gotham's rouges or Gothamites in general not like money? Not even the small-time rouges? Because he KNEW those operations that they try to pull off cost money. Shit tons!
So when his laughter became so disturbing that his friends and even his frenemies got concerned, all he had to do was show them what he found out. Which sent them spiraling into laughter as well. Like, c'mon, even Amity Park's bank was more secure than that and they only had fucking GHOST CRIME!
As the tears began to dry, and the laughter turned to giggles, one of the girls suggested something.
Star: Why don't we, like, rob it or something?
The hotel room went silent and Star started to fidget. Then she started to ramble.
Star: I mean like, we don't have to. It was kind of a joke anyway, since their security's so bad ya know, and I'm pretty sure we're gonna be here for a while and-
Dani: Star, baby, sweetie, honey. Why are you justifying yourself when we were all probably thinking the same thing, right?
Nod and hums of agreement filled the girl with relief.
Wes: Besides it's not a class trip unless we cause some trouble right?
They all then pilled into the bed and around Tucker as his finger flew across the keyboard.
Tucker: So, where are we hitting up first?
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Okay, but a Home Alone AU where Walburga and Orion accidentally leave Regulus behind when they go on holiday to New York, and he wakes up alone in the house like 'damn, should have seen that one coming, always the spare'. Sirius is already in New York visiting the Potters, and Freaks The Fuck Out when he realises his parents forgot his baby fucking brother who he's fairly certain has never cooked a meal in his life. Cue Sirius and James frantically trying to make it back to London in time for Christmas.
Meanwhile Barty and Evan attempt to rob Grimmauld Place, and Regulus interrupts their grand plan by opening the door to invite them inside like 'take what you want, just don't touch my room'. To which Barty and Evan exchange concerned looks like hey what's up with this depressed ass kid? Why is he here all alone? Why's he offering to give them the combination to his father's vault where there's literal diamonds? Why's he telling them how much each family heirloom is worth? what the fuck? And Regulus just shrugs when they ask him about it like 'well my parents evidently already took everything important with them on holiday, so.'
And It's at this point Barty and Evan decide they're adopting Regulus.
On Christmas day, James and Sirius burst through the front door to discover Barty, Evan and Regulus all planning to rob the rest of the street.
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going to other people's houses for dinner is wild because it's such a crapshoot on what kind of culinary experience you're about to have. some places it's just delightful and you feel like you're in that one scene in ratatouille where it's all colourful when he tastes the ingredients. other places it feels like whatever the fuck is on your plate is a close cousin of the pulp they use in paper manufacturing and you wish you had pulled a hillary clinton and smuggled some hot sauce in your bag
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i think what has helped keep me motivated + curious abt all matters of the world is to acknowledge when smthng is not for me. it's too broad, advanced, unrelatable, or just unlikable, & instead of being discouraged or frustrated in my inability to understand or enjoy, i say "this not for me, but i can recognize it may be for someone else." OR, & this helps me the most, i say "this is not for me right now. months or years from now, this may suit me better."
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My mom is going on a cruise w her bestie to a lot of European countries she's not seen yet (hasn't been to/lived in Europe or Africa since shortly before I was born). She asked me what gift I'd like and tbh I just really loooooove spices and flavors I dont have the opportunity to discover/try here, but like 🤔 not sure if customs would bar her from bringing spices home. Maybe a cool rock or smth instead as I seem to be collecting small stone animals when I travel lately
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i'm 5'2 and my partner is 5'7 and we constantly marvel at how well we fit together when i want to put my head on his shoulder or he wants to pull me into hugs lol. it also helps w my dysphoria to be with someone who's considered (i guess?) a shorter guy. the logistics of dating someone above 5'7 just do not map out for me at all, i dated a 6'1 guy in my early 20s and he had to bend down to talk to me; it was so weird!
you've both found your little niches in each other oh anon this is ADORABLE 💗🥹
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i know this probably isn't something to think too deeply about, buuuut i can't help but wonder about the specific harbingers that attended arle's trial for killing the previous knave? scaramouche, signora, and capitano. why them specifically. they have NOTHINGGGG in common--no closeness in rank (unless capitano is 10th but we don't know for sure what rank he is yet) and like... they probably don't even like each other thay much. we know that's true for signora and scara, anyway. So like. why those three ❓️❗️❓️❗️
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