#seam non binary

[boosnap]

i think they're cool

[bulbasauryeee]

i will never stop thinking about the fact that kris dreemurr, protagonist of one of the biggest and most influential indie games of all time, is openly and undeniably nonbinary/gnc. not nonbinary to be singled out, not nonbinary because they're non-human/non-living, not nonbinary to show that they lack personality... just nonbinary for the sake of being nonbinary. and they're the main protagonist!!! it's so cool

and the fact that they're treated the same as everyone else for it and it's not a huge deal to anyone. the fact that everyone in that game, no matter how opposed to them they are, never misgenders them. never finds it weird. never sees them as lesser than for it. kris is in fact seen by many as an important person to be respected; a hero

i knowwww people say this stuff all the time and it's such a small thing (kinda) but god it really does mean the entire world to have representation like this

[nozomisumino]

Fun fact Seam from Deltarune is canonically nonbinary!

[kirby-616]

Seam (pronounced shawm) I love you

[calpalsworld]

Minor deltarune spoilers

WE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN MS. ANT TENNA AND (nonbinary) GERSON!!!!!!!!!!

[seamxspamton]

I worked too hard on this meme (it also was supposed to be colored and have a background but I gave up)

[kallianthiutdr]

you cannot remove the queerness from utdr without fundamentally hurting the story. there is no label ever put on it but it's there and it has to be acknowledged.

Frisk, Chara, & Kris being non-binary instead of just–whatever the player wants them to be–adds to the themes of individuality and separation between them and the player. For Frisk & Chara, I've made a whole post about their role as narrative stand-ins but also individual characters. For Kris, it's actually ridiculous if you even attempt to claim they aren't non-binary–because they actively reject the player's influence and are the furthest thing from a self-insert. Monster Kid, Napstablook, etc are also genderless. In Deltarune, Seam also.

Also, Frisk considering to Flirt with literally anyone regardless of gender–and that being a game mechanic in and of itself–to me, implies this kid is most likely pan. Whatever you want to call it, their gender-blind flirting is in fact a game mechanic.

Alphys' and Undyne's sapphicness is the key to the pacifist ending. Without setting them up you literally cannot access the true pacifist ending. If it wasn't for Papyrus encouraging his lesbian bestie to send that damn letter, nothing would have happened. (Maybe indeed Flowey would've used another method to make time, but accessing the true lab with Alphys' permission would've been near impossible.) In fact, Alphys' bisexuality and her subsequent crushes are in fact a big part of her character. Not the most important–obviously, Alphys is one of the most layered characters in the game–but in hating herself, the lies she says to appease to Asgore first and Undyne later are undeniably a big part of what makes up her character.

Mettaton's allegorical transness kick-starts the events that lead to the creation of Flowey and the amalgamates. Without him, Alphys wouldn't be royal scientist. No determination experiments, no Flowey, no game. No Mettaton? Half of the hotland segments wouldn't exist, including the MTT resort in which the infamous it's raining somewhere else sequence happens. Mettaton also helps other trans people with their transition, like when he gifted his blue dress to the beautiful trans lioness after being done with it.

Mad Mew Mew's transness, even if unacknowledged by the main game, is constantly brought up by Toby since she appears in occasional News Letters, the alarm clock dialogue, etc, as a way to remind everyone that she exists and is as much s part of this found family as everyone else. She's also a sapphic, with her crush on Undyne also being acknowledged.

Asgore's implications of bisexuality and his inherent homoeroticism when talking about Rudy in the Alarm Clock Dialogue & Deltarune alike aren't game changing aspects of his character but nice touches that inform his relationships outside of Toriel.

The two Royal Guards in Hotland can only be spared through being set-up. Also, their romance cuts the player's nice cream supply.

Papyrus, though nothing game changing can be said about his sexuality, has a well-documented celebrity crush on Mettaton. Also, if you want to bring Toby's twitter joke into consideration, the skeleton brothers could in fact exist in the ace spectrum. And I say spectrum instead of outwardly asexual because Sans befriended our mom last night-

Even though Nice Cream Guy gives free Nice Cream to Burgerpants, he refuses to give free Nice Cream to the human. Burgerpants is so oblivious this could be considered flirting that I wasn't sure if I could count it, but then again Burgerpants is the nexus of a complex, interwoven web of non-reciprocated crushes and he's deeply unaware of the situation at large. This dynamic expands in Deltarune, with Bpants saying that Blue Ears is obsessed and has no sense of personal space–and the latter noting a love for his co-workers and giggling.

So then, In Deltarune, obviously, we have a deeply queer group of people and I think that this queer solidarity is really fundamental to it. I already mentioned the importance of Kris being non-binary .

Ralsei is generally understood to be maybe pan due to his general gender-blind openess towards especially Kris. I don't want to really get into his blushing when Kris gets too close or the fountain of love, because, well, he's representative of Asriel–but still. His queer-coding is undeniable.

But onto stronger candidates for this queer conversation, Noelle and Susie's dynamic adds two more sapphics into the utdr franchise. Noelle's crush has always been a massive, dare I say game-changing part of her character. Susie and Noelle met for the first time in Susie's first day of class. Susie had forgotten her pencil, and then Noelle noticed it and offered her candy-cane one. After this nice action of Noelle's, and also by the fact that she genuinely smiled at her, Susie developed a soft side for her and spared her from her bullying.

Then we have Berdly’s whole, “I'M the one Noelle and Susie are falling like dominoes for. And you know what dominoes means, Kris? ,,,You're next.” At another point he calls Noelle to ask her if she will be his date at the festival the next day. Susie tells him to leave her alone. And you can decide to respond that you'll go out with him or sing the Wrong Number song (in any case, Berdly is surprised). If you choose the first option, he says that Kris will have to compete with Noelle and Susie (thinking the two are into him). If it's the second then, he says that Kris will fall under his charm sooner or late. That also suggest a gender-blind attraction. But, in general, his crushes to Noelle and Susie respectively seem performative. And the queer reading that can be done here is undeniable, taking into consideration deltarune being steeped in themes of identity, performance, masks and unspoken internal conflict.

Now, mind you, every single side character can be viewed through a queer lense–in fact, it's damn near impossible not to do that. I just think that's wonderful. Like, have you seen Rouxls Kaard? Queen? Jevil? Spamton? Tenna? The queerness is oozing right through. The side characters in both Undertale and Deltarune are bursting with camp, flamboyance, theatricality–rarely do they conform into typical binaries/boxes wether those could refer to gender, sexuality, or like. Morality man idk.

[redbeardace]

How To Make Ginormous Flags

You may have seen the ginormous pride flags I have. If not, here's one:

Many of you have asked where I obtained such large flags. Read on, for I shall reveal all.

These flags are roughly 20 feet wide and 12 feet tall, or around 6m x 4m (I know those dimensions aren't really equivalent, but more on that later...). It actually is possible to just buy flags of that size (and bigger) from a flag maker. It will probably be better quality than these, but also significantly more expensive. It didn't take me long to find a queer-owned flag maker that's selling 50' pride flags, if you've got $1600 to spare. This size, it looks like they have one for about $450, which is cheaper than others I've seen.

I didn't go that route, though. I didn't actually buy a ginormous flag at all. And it still wasn't cheap, each of these flags probably cost $150 for materials and took a couple of hours (at a bit of back pain) to assemble. Keep reading to see what I did.

Part 1: The Four Quarters

If you've followed me for a while (or if you've looked in the Tumblr GIF selector for all manner of pride flags), you've probably noticed that I have some very large flags. These very large flags are "only" 10'x6', or 3m x 2m. Here's an example:

As you can see, that is a very large flag. Large, but not ginormous. However, it's the largest size that digital flag printers seem to do, at least without custom orders that involve talking to salespeople and getting quotes, etc. The rest of this post could be seen as the extremes I will go to in order to avoid having to talk to someone.

I got a bunch of flags this size from a place called Anley. Don't consider that an endorsement, it's just who I used because I didn't have to talk to anyone. Their prices start at $30 for a flag that size, but they have a volume discount to drops it to about $25 if you order four.

Why is that notable? Well, because each of these ginormous flags is actually four of those smaller size flags fabric taped together. If you look at the animated GIF at the top of this post, you can see where the seams are, especially in the middle of the white stripe on the trans flag.

So, the first step is to split the design of the flag you want to make into four quarters, like this:

In the case of the non-binary flag here, you can see that the top two quarters are the same, and the bottom two quarters are the same. That's convenient, because you only have to buy two different designs, just buy two copies of each.

Symmetrical flags, like the trans flag or gray-ace are even easier, because they actually just need four copies of the same design, as seen here:

Some flags, like the demi flags, will end up with four completely different panels.

A note of caution: Any flag with an odd number of stripes will end up with the center stripe being split down the middle. This means that the width of the stripes on each panel will vary, with the center stripe only being half-width. When you order the panels, be sure to tell them that this difference is intentional, and be sure to check the proofs they send you. I learned this from experience. I was three quarters of the way through taping together an aro flag when I realized that the central stripe was twice as tall as it should have been. Wasted a lot of time, tape, and money, on a flag that ended up looking like this:

That's clearly not what you want to have happen.

These flag makers will ask whether you want grommets or a sleeve, and where you want the grommets. For the purposes of flying it from a flagpole, you'll want the "Two Side Grommets" option. That should give you a reinforced edge along one side of the panels. (If you had a flag that required four completely different panels like the demi flags, you'll probably have to reverse the images for the right half of the flag so that the reinforced edge doesn't end up in the middle, or you'll have to do "four grommets" or something so there is no edge, or you know what this is too complicated for me to think about right now because I haven't done it so I'm just going to leave that as an exercise to the reader so good luck.)

Here's what the panels for the ginormous flag will look like when you get them:

Part 2: Assembly Prep

After you've received the flags, you're ready to assemble. If you have a sewing machine and the skill to sew in long straight lines, then you can do that to connect the panels. I, on the other hand, have zero confidence in my ability to sew like that, so I used some permanent fabric tape that I got at the craft store. Either way, a lot of the same strategies will work.

One thing you don't want to do is use both tape and a sewing machine, unless you want to get your sewing machine all gummed up. Learned that one the hard way...

In order to connect the panels, I taped together the left side panels and the right side panels separately, then taped the left and right halves together. Like so:

The main reason I did it this way is because it keeps each individual run about the same length. Seams 1 and 2 are 10 feet each, and seam 3 is 12 feet. If you taped the tops and bottoms together first, you'd have two 6 foot runs, followed by a monstrous 20 foot run. My assembly room floor (literally my kitchen floor...) isn't nearly big enough for that. It can't even fit the 10 foot runs...

I used permanent fabric tape to stick things together. It looks like this:

No matter how you decide to put the panels together, you're going to need about 32 feet of this stuff. For this brand, that's about a roll and a half.

Now, get your work area ready. I used the kitchen floor because it was the largest space to work on, and the hard surface meant I could press firmly on the tape and not have it sink into carpet. If you have a large table, that will probably work, too. If you use the floor like I did, be sure to clean it first...

Part 3: Assembly

Before you start taping things together, let's pause for some quick words of advice:

Double check everything before you start taping things together. Be ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that you have the stripes in the right order and that you're taping the right edges of the flags together. You won't be able to undo.

This tape is very sticky. It will stick the flags, which is great, but it will stick to you, it will stick to itself, it will stick to passing pets or friends, it will stick to the wrong parts of the flags. And if it does stick to any of those things, it may never want to let go. So be very very careful with the stuff. I rarely peel the backing off more than a few inches at a time. Anything more than that is a waiting catastrophe.

Double check everything again.

If you ever twist or fold the flags, make sure that you're taping the same sides together. I'll make a note of that in a bit where I've run into problems with that.

Start by placing the two parts of the flag you want to connect on your work surface and aligning the correct edges.

Okay, now, are you double checking everything? Do you see what's wrong here? I almost connected the wrong sides of this flag, which would have been an expensive mistake. So again, double check EVERYTHING. Even if you think you know the order of the stripes on the flag you're doing, don't wing it here. Go get an example and compare it to make sure.

There we go, that's better.

I always start from the reinforced edge, because it's a nice wide thing to connect, and it makes me confirm that I'm taping things the right direction.

Cut about an inch of the tape and press it firmly onto the edge of one of the sides. Peel off the backing and carefully line up the edge of the flags, make sure that you're overlapping the tape entirely, and press firmly to stick the two pieces together.

Congratulations, you can't back out now!

Before you move on, pay very close attention to how the two panels are overlapping. In this case, I did the purple side over the white side, but it doesn't matter which one you choose, just that you're consistent along the entire seam.

Now, you might be tempted to just continue taping the seam all the way to the other side, but do not do that! I learned from failure that is not a good idea. You'll end up pulling the two flags at different tensions and the two flags are probably slightly different sizes anyway, so the end result of trying to do it all in one big run will be a couple of inches of mistake at the far end. You don't want that.

Instead, what you want to do is connect the two flags at the far end first. This ensures that the ends are perfectly aligned, no matter how far off your tensioning is. However, remember how I mentioned that you want to make sure that you pay attention to how the panels are overlapping? This is where that is critical. You have to make sure that you tape the other end the same way you taped the first end. I did the purple on top the first time, so it's purple on top this time, too.

Just to make that point clear: Do both sides the same way! It's easy here because it's purple on top, hiding the white seam. But if you have a flag where both sides are the same color (which you will no matter what, a few steps from now...), you really have to be careful here. Do not press the tape or sew anything until you're sure about it.

Okay, so now you've got the two ends stuck together, and a whole bunch of loose seam in the middle. You still do not want to tape this yet! First, you need to put a couple of "checkpoints" along the way. ?You see, if you just connect the two sides as-is, you'll still have the tension problem. Instead of having the end misaligned by a few inches, you'll have a few inches of slack on one side, just hanging freely. You don't want that.

So what I did was tape together another couple of places along the way. Specifically, I taped together the middle and then the midway point of those two halves. This divided the edge into four sections. Here's a diagram showing where I taped, and the order that I taped in:

Start with the edges, do the middle, then do the last two. You don't have to be exact, you just want to be close enough. I usually fold the panels in half to get point 3, then unfold it and eyeball where 4 and 5 should go.

What this does is divide the edge into four smaller pieces. Instead of building up the error across 10 feet at a time, you're only going 2.5 feet at a time. That means that any mistake you accumulate will be much smaller, and you'll be able to adjust your taping to make it less noticeable.

Oh, and again, make sure that you're taping things the right way at each of these points. You don't want to have a bit where you suddenly flip which side is on top.

Okay, so now that you've got all the checkpoints in place, you're ready to tape the rest of the seam together. Start by putting the tape on one side, and unroll a few inches.

Be sure that it's aligned with the edge of the panel, then press firmly. You only want to do a few inches at a time. If you unroll too much, the tape has a magical way of sticking to everything, including itself, and you'll end up with a tangled, sticky mess. It's a good idea to press the tape down as you're unrolling, to prevent mishaps.

Run your fingers along it to make sure that it's pressed strongly against the fabric. However, do not peel off the backing just yet. Just unroll a few inches, press, unroll a few more, press, but don't join together the two panels yet. Keep going until you hit the first checkpoint, then cut the tape.

At this point, you have tape firmly pressed against one side. You don't have to get the tape all the way to the existing tape on the checkpoint, but get it close.

Okay, now you're ready to peel off the paper backing, a couple of inches at a time.

Peel off the backing, then align the second panel with the newly exposed sticky tape, and carefully press it down. There are a couple of things to note:

First, only do this a couple of inches at a time or you end up with a sticky, tangled mess. I know I already said that, but it bears repeating.

Second, make sure that you align the edge of the panel with the edge of the tap, and NOT the edge of the other hem. You can see in the picture that the tape is nearly twice as wide as the hem is, so use all of that. If you align hem-to-hem, you'll leave a bunch of the tape exposed and, you guessed it, sticky tangled mess.

And finally, watch your tension! You want to pull on both sides equally so that everything aligns properly. If you start getting to the edge of the section, try to see how much fabric you have left to work with, and adjust as you go. You want to try to hit that checkpoint with as little slack fabric as possible.

However...

You should expect to have a little bit of slack on one side or the other when you get there. Try to fold and pinch the fabric a bit to even out the extra as much as you can.

Congratulations! You've now stuck together a quarter of one of the three seams you have to do!

Run your fingers firmly over the part of the seam you've just done several times. Push hard. You want to make sure it's all stuck together well.

Now, repeat these steps until you've gotten the entire seam between the two panels stuck together firmly.

When I have a full edge taped together, I'll pick it up and check that everything is taped well. Look for gaps and fix them. Grab both sides firmly and quickly tug the pieces to make sure they hold together. I go down the whole edge, tugging every foot or so.

You've now assembled half of the flag! Only 22 more feet to go!

Now do the second half the same way, then proceed to the next section when you're ready to join together the two halves.

Part 4: Assembly, Part 2.

You've got two halves of a giant flag, now it's time for the final assembly. This actually ends up being a bit easier than the first part, because you can match the stripes together.

You basically do this the same way you did the first panels. Start with the ends, like you did the first time.

Remember a while back, where I mentioned having a flag where both sides are the same color? And I said you were going to have one no matter what? Well, here's that "No Matter What" moment. You have to be EXTRA cautious here, because both sides of the flag that you're joining are going to be the same color. So be super sure which panel you're putting on top and which you're putting on the bottom as you go.

One thing that's really convenient about doing this last seam is that the stripes themselves can show you where to put the checkpoints. Make sure you align the color transitions exactly as you go.

For the most part, taping the rest of this seam will be the same as the ones you've already done, so all the same tips apply. Go slowly, press firmly, avoid sticky tangles, and always keep track of which side is on top. Then press along the seam firmly several times when you're done, and do the tug test.

Step 5: Victory!

If all went well, then congratulations! You now have a ginormous flag!

I'm apparently out of pictures for this post, which is probably a good thing anyway, because the flag is kinda too big to take a picture of anyhow.

Now that you've got a ginormous flag, you have to fly it somehow. I use a 20 foot tall telescopic painter's pole, and clip the flag to that. It can be very hard to wrangle, so be careful and don't fly it in the middle of a lot of people. You really should have a 40 foot wide safety exclusion zone around the pole to keep people safe...

Anyway, have fun with your new ginormous flag!

(And if you sew, I apologize for my technique...)

[user211201]

Modulated

--- Original author: realhankmccoy ---

“I ain’t no motherfuckin’ redneck, you assholes! Don’t you fucking get it? I’ll never be ok with you being here and disrespecting our gay spaces!” I had shrieked and screamed, and I was being sassy as fuck. But they had darted me, so it was too late for me already. I had been one of the hottest little twinks in Colombia back then. I had such a tight little body, I was non-binary, and I was supportive of my local drag scene. I was absolutely into resisting these fucking fascists and their goddamn bullshit lifestyles, which I couldn’t stand.

That’s how I thought of it all back then, anyhow.

Man, that dart though, it had done its dirty work. I was writhing on the floor of the club, so I didn’t even get to witness the way it transformed me as I went into spasms. It was almost like having a seizure, but I could feel the muscle growing on me, and I could hear my shrieks and wails shift in pitch as I grew on into this whole new, far more masculine body.

I was getting to be built like a brick shithouse really fucking fast, and was taking on more of a mature look. Everywhere I was getting more muscle. I was splitting the seams of my jeans, and my underwear, and felt my back pressing up and splitting my tight pink t-shirt.

When I finally was able to sit up, I was in a daze. I had rendered my clothes asunder. I had bristles of hair all over my face, and the har on my head had grown longer, too, sort of flopping in my eyes. I was a mess.

And then the headache came. I was clutching the sides of my head and moaning, almost screaming in pain out loud, as my twinkish mind collapsed and got replaced by a growing part of me I didn’t even know existed. That part, my friends, is the motherfucking, take-charge redneck stud I am today.

My friends helped me get out of there, and I was still in transition. It takes a good seventy-two hours at least until you can fully collapse one of those weak-ass brains like the one I had before and until a more dominant, superior personality takes over like the one I was starting to get.

So yeah, like I said, I was a mess, and when my friends got me back to one of their apartments, I was still sporadically ranting about how dare those fascists do this to me, they’d never win, this was fucking awful. But as I heard myself talk, there was a growing part of me that was observing myself and thinking “so what? You sound like a raving lunatic. Look at this body! Damn, boy, just look at that muscle!”

Sleeping on it, man, that twink brain of mine must have collapsed even further. I woke up and I just wanted coffee with a splash of alcohol in it, so that’s what I got. Then I added two splashed. I had already stripped out of my shredded pink t-shirt, and my friends had some loose boxers that fit me, but I was just this naked, muscular stud in awe of his own body and trying to come to terms with who I was now.

I was seeing my friends with new eyes, too. They seemed anxious to me, weak, full of nervous, overly feminine motions, jittery, immature, skittish and mostly just kind of fucking annoying. “Those are your friends,” I’d remind myself. “This isn’t you who’s thinking this.”

But that growing part of me was thinking “This is you. This is all you, stud. You’re so much better than them. They don’t even know you’re thinking this, and if they only knew, they’d probably be terrified.” That thought made me want to laugh out loud, so I did.

“What are you laughing at?” one of them asked.

“Oh, nothing man, nothing,” I said, looking away and scratching my head. “These are your friends,” I told myself again, but I didn’t really seem to believe what I was trying to tell myself that morning. “So what if they’re your fucking friends,” my new mind was saying. “They’re fucking losers, man. Don’t let them drag you down. You ought to just get out of here.”

That morning, I was feeling just hornier and altogether more fucked up than I’d ever been. I was thinking, nah, this can’t be the new me. I’m no motherfucking redneck. I don’t think like them. But already I was feeling excited, having this body, having these different feelings, realising that I didn’t feel like such an evil guy like this, not like I thought I would, anyhow. All I wanted to do at that point in time, I felt like, was get the hell away from these people. I didn’t know to where. I borrowed some shoes and a t-shirt that was so tight it hurt, pleading that I had to get back to my apartment. It felt like the shoes would split, and the shirt was riding up on my belly, as I trotted back to my place.

I didn’t know what I was doing or what I was gonna do. When I got home, I felt thirsty, just wanting to drink a little, feeling like that would make this feel better, even though I told myself no, you have to compose yourself, you have to call people, you have to report this. Just one drink, I thought. It turned into shot after shot, and before I knew it, I was drunk, hard in my boxers, having kicked off the shoes and thrown that tight-ass shirt on the ground as soon.

Then I was beating off, and cumming, and the build-up to that orgasm, man, it flooded my brain with some real redneck juice. I wasn’t thinking of the type of guys I usually did. I was thinking about redneck studs, studs like myself, feeling the drool run down my chin as I beat off. As I came, shooting way up on my pecs, rubbing it in with my hand, I was whispering to myself, almost like a confession that I had yet to voice to anyone, “You hot fucking redneck. Holy fuck, you love this, don’t you. You’re a redneck now. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.”

The desire to live for working out and fucking was already growing in me.

Thoughts were just racing through my head then. I knew I didn’t want to be some lame-ass yuppie or some weak-ass queer, man. I felt this powerful attraction to the redneck scene, the working class scene, the country scene, the military scene, the jock scene, you name it, any scene were men were men instead of the glitter fairy I had been before. I couldn’t quite pin it all down at that point yet, but my thoughts were sure racing.

Can you picture me, getting drunk in my apartment, turned on at my own body and swirling thoughts? And then I started to really know, man. I started to know. There was no going back now. The guy I used to be was a loser. I didn’t want to be him anymore. I was pissed off that I ever even was him.

I walked barefoot into the bedroom, checking out his stuff in the drawers and on the walls. Almost none of it would even fit me anymore. His feminine attire and the way his shithole apartment was decorated disgusted me. It made me want to punch the wall, even, so I did that and it felt good. I saw the paint crack and the drywall cave in. This new body had power.

I screamed then, a roar of pure rage and exhilaration. I punched the wall again, and it felt so fucking good that soon I was ripping all his shit off the walls and throwing it in a corner, ripping that flouncy shit off the mattress and I didn’t stop, screaming the whole while, until the bedroom at least look bare bones enough to resemble something a man would want to sleep in. I’d be damned if I ever let that loser back into this mind.

There were a few flashes, sure, and man was he a crybaby as he went out, as well as one hell of an angry little prick. Lots of hatred in his heart. I’d just laugh and say, “Fuck you!” sometimes out loud as I felt that twink brain collapse forever.

And now, as far as I’m concerned, he’s gone man. No longer a part of me, thank God.

I was nervous at first, when I started trying to hang out with guys I thought I’d have a lot more in common with that my old friends. Would they accept me? I was pretty desperate for acceptance at that point. I starting hanging out at a diner that I knew a lot of them liked to frequent, classic diner that pre-dated even the 1950s, a real antique. But these sexy ass guys would show up there, and soon we got to talking over waffles and hash browns.

Soon I was telling them I was darted, and they were saying that was hot as fuck, wanting to hear the story. Soon I was telling it to them, my legs in the air, sweat dripping down my bearded chin, as I was getting fucked.

Months after that, I was almost fully integrated into the lifestyle, man, and soon I was the one doing more of the fucking, especially after I got these sweet-ass tattoos all over my right arm. Getting fully into it, the desire to be that all I could be as man, hell, it ran in my veins now. I was going to let those commies know that I was better than them in every single way imaginable, and I wanted to show it off. I still get hard just at the thought of that, demonstrating my own superiority in the most tangible – well, to them, intangible, because I don’t want them even fucking touching me – methods available to me.

Yeah boys, it meant war for me, just like it had when I was a stupid twink, only this time I was playing for the other side, and it was chess instead of checkers.

Of course, there’s a lot more to life than just that for me, namely having hot-ass sex with all sorts of country studs and military men, hell, being part of that whole network of strong and powerful men who worship and respect other guys who’ve worked for it. I feel like I’m serving my country and being a paragon of virtue for it even when my legs are slung over some guy’s bull neck and thick, rounded deltoids as he plows the fuck out of me with his long-ass rod.

I had never gotten fucked this good when I was a twink.

I do real work with myself now, a man’s work. I dress like a man, I eat like a man, and I live my life like a man. I’m fucking proud of it, too. I love who I am now, and relocated to the other side of town, too, where the action’s hotter and I have way more in common with most folks.

I am sure glad I’m a buff stud with a thick-ass chest these days, and I don’t ever go clean-shaven. Been really into guy’s pits lately, and getting them to flex for me so I can lick those. Yeah, shit, I’ve gotta stop, because here I’ve got a raging boner just telling you all about that right now. I swear I’m way more horny than I used to be. At least seventy-five percent of the time now, I’d bet, I’m a top these days.

I don’t really like bottom boys, either. Their mere existence tends to piss me off, to be honest, so when I do fuck them I tend to be an aggressive power top. A lot of the time I don’t even think of it that way, though. I just think of them as so weak that the same rules don’t even apply to them. Different rules, in a way, because they’re a different kind of guy than me. Much more like women, unable to control themselves, you know how they are. I used to be one of them, and I’m so glad I’m not anymore, that’s for fucking sure.

A lot of the time I prefer to just fool around with guys such as myself. I love topping another top, having to wrestle somebody for hours in a strength and dominance competition. Gets the blood flowing. I like somebody who puts up a fight. C’mon, son, do you have any idea how fucking fun that is for me now? To meet up and hook up with another guy who’s just as manly as I am? That’s the stuff I live for now. I’m ready to just fuck my life away with hot ass guys at this point.

So, yeah, I’m a top who loves to wrestle with other tops and see who can dominate. I must be pretty good at it if I swear I’m scoring a seventy-five percent these days, but that’s just because occasionally I throw in some twink losers. Yeah bud, even some of these leftists get thrown a bone by me every now and again. They need us, and I like them to know they need us. They wouldn’t know what to do without us.

One of these days, I might even check with one of my army friends and see if I can come along on a mission so that I can dart one of them myself. I think I’d laugh my ass off when my dart goes in his neck or his shoulder, wherever it his him. Just to see the look on his face, shit boy. That could turn a guy on just by imagining it, so one of these days I’ll have to make it legit.

Fuck if I care about the loser I once used to be or what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. My life is better now and that’s all that matters to me.

Hot-ass guys, man. That’s what I live for.

[deltaswapjevil]

Ok but what about them?

Fish

Finally found my sketchbook

So I made these goobers for gay month

[jellyfemmedyke]

This has probably been said before but the idea that non binary means that you don't feel like a man or woman as the strict definition that gets passed around is serious degendering.

I've been out as non binary for almost 10 years at this point and it's really been solidified almost in the public eye as "third gender" "neither" and that's just not how it works at all. Especially not for me. I can't do neither. I have too much gender, I'm bursting at the seams with the stuff.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Tear Down My Reason [7]

Orderly!Blue Jones X NonBinary afab!reader • Rating: 18+ pals •  Masterlist • ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Summary: Things start to go wrong.

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A/N: Reader is afab and non-binary, and is referred to by the nickname, 'Honey'.

Warnings: Kissing, 69, p in v sex, cream pie, SOME ANGST, argument, overuse of italics, there's some power dynamics in here, gonna say dubious consent because reader is a patient, Honey as a pet name, swearing, typos, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2176

You hadn’t been able to hide the look on your face when you stepped into Blue’s office and saw the sofa at the side of the room. 

“What?” He smiles.

“That’s new.” You gesture. 

“Nah, I don’t know what you mean?” 

“Blue-”

“What?” He grins wider, stepping towards you and putting his hands on your hips. “It’s my office, I can do what I want, change things around a little…” He leans closer, pressing his chest up against yours. “And if I want something a little softer than my desk to fuck your brains out on then-”

You snort loudly, “Blue.” 

“Okay, okay, if I want something a little softer than my desk for you to fuck my brains out on.” 

You cover your mouth with your hand as you try to stifle your giggles and Blue beams, preening at your happiness. 

“Sometimes my back aches,” he pouts ever so slightly and you have to playfully push his face away from yours to get him to stop. It doesn’t work. “From how hard you-”

“Shut up,” You giggle and kiss him. 

“You’re so mean, Honey.” He mutters, biting back his own laughter. He squeezes your waist, lightly pushing you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the sofa. 

He licks eagerly into your mouth when you open it to protest, one hand cradling the back of your neck as he gently urges you to sit down. 

His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt and eagerly run over your skin. He groans low in his throat, the sound buzzing through you. He leans into you, the hard outline of his cock bumping against your leg.

“Someone’s overeager today?” You tease as he mouths at your neck. 

“Hmmm,” Blue doesn’t even bother to move his lips away from you as he pulls at your waistband. 

“Blue-”

“Let’s take these off.” His voice is thick, his eyes blown wide and dark when he looks at you. 

He waits for your nod, and then with a dizzying speed, pulls you back onto your feet and strips you bare. The air is cool, goosebumps breaking out along your arms. Part of you is surprised he didn’t rip a seam with how fast he undressed you. 

With little ceremony, he gets you into the position he wants: him, laying on his back on the sofa, his scrubs pulled down to mid-thigh so that his heavy cock is free, and you on top. You’ve just got enough space for your knees to sit either side of his head, your hands resting by his hips. 

“There Honey,” He groans, his dick twitching as he strokes along your back and presses your face down and closer to his length. “Be good for me, yeah?” 

Part of you wants to turn and scowl at him, to tell him to fuck off. You’re not sure what it is, but something is just itching under your skin. An annoyance you can’t place. 

You lean down, and he presses a little harder between your shoulders, forcing you to go faster. 

You turn your head, sharp words on your lips. But the second before Blue presses his tongue against your folds in one long lick and you gasp as pleasure blooms in your stomach. 

He groans loudly, his eyes closed as he moves, his mouth eager and greedy as he works. 

“Fuck,” you hiss, your back arching into the heat of his tongue. He swirls against your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before licking back and sinking inside. 

You gasp, rocking back with him as he takes hold of your hips and squeezes. 

You thrust shallowly twice before you remember yourself and take hold of his thick cock with your left hand and languidly you press your lips to his tip. 

He groans, lapping messily at you as you kiss him. You circle his head with your tongue, savouring the saltiness of his precum before you gently suck an inch of him into your mouth. 

He shivers, his thighs twitching as you bob shallowly, painstakingly slowly. Your own sounds of pleasure run along his length. When you reach down and lightly stroke his balls he lets out another deep growl of satisfaction, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his ravenous mouth. 

It’s so wet between your legs, your slick and Blue’s salvia mixing headily. He latches onto your clit and sucks, his eyelashes fluttering when you shriek in pleasure. 

You both move against each other, pressing deeper and faster as you chase relief. 

Unintentionally, Blue thrusts up a little harshly and you nearly gag, the edge of your teeth just scraping along his sensitive skin. 

He pulls his mouth away from you. “Fuck.” 

You’re about to pull back, to apologise, but Blue manhandles you off him. 

“Such a fucking tease Honey.” He growls, pushing you onto your back on the sofa and eagerly climbing between your legs. His fingers dig into your calves as he pulls them wide before he thrusts inside with one harsh buck. 

You wince, you’re too stretched, his hands are too tight and-

“Honey?” He stops immediately, stilling and stroking your face. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” He goes to pull out, but you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “It’s alright, I’m fine.” You smile, adjusting your legs now that his hands aren’t on them. 

“No,” He kisses your cheek. “What hurt?” 

“You just grabbed my leg a little hard. And a little too wide.” 

He nods, “I’m sorry.” And kisses your lips softly, “You sure you want to keep going?” 

You nod, echoing his movement. “I’m sure,” you bat your eyelashes playfully at him, purposefully being over the top. “Want to come.” 

He chuckles and starts to move once more, this time slower, letting you feel every inch he eases in and out. “Well, how can I deny you that?” He murmurs, his voice thick and sweet.

You sigh, your hips eagerly matching his, and coaxing him into a faster rhythm. 

“Sorry I was a bit single minded.” He bites his lip, leaning up a little on his forearm and holding onto the sofa so he can get a better traction to his thrusts.

He rolls his hips, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with every buck.

“Today’s been fucking stressful, and all I could think about was you.” He groans as your walls flutter around him, suck him deeper. 

You moan, pleasure cutting through any sentient thought as he rubs the head of his cock perfectly. 

Blue grins, snapping his hips back and forth as he hits the same spot repeatedly, desperate to see you crying for his cock. 

“You’re always so wet for me Honey, always ready for me.” He gulps, sweat beaded in his hairline. “Fucking perfect, everyone else is a fucking idiot, I can tell you. Don’t know their fucking place.” He groans, pleasure sinking into his bones and making him run his mouth. “The new orderlies are fucking idiots- god, Grey, Russell, James, not a single brain cell- fuck Honey - between them,” He grunts, thrusting faster and well and truly fucking you into the cushions. 

You moan in response, your mind muddled and hazy with pleasure, his words barely registering as he pushes you higher and higher. 

“And Lilly, Jesus.” He moans, his eyes fluttering closed. 

You gasp, so close. But your friend’s name filters through your lust filled thoughts. Your grip on his shoulders tightens in surprise. But Blue doesn’t notice. 

“Fuck, it’s like she can’t fucking stop herself - oh god, Honey, you’re so wet - can’t stop from getting in trouble and on my nerves.” His balls tighten and draw up.

“Blue,” you start.

“Fuck, I’m right there, right there,” he moans beautifully, throwing his head back. His neck taut and exposed to you. “Honey, god-”

He growls as he comes, snapping his hip forward violently and pushing as deep as he can. You feel him spurt inside, his warmth filling you to the brim. 

He tenses, rigid as he lets his orgasm consume him, but then quickly moves his right hand to your stomach. He rubs his thumb over your clit as he gasps and recovers, his eyes lidded and hazy as he watches you. 

You squirm, so close to the edge you can’t help yourself but race after the pleasure. You buck against him, moaning. 

“That’s it, Honey, come all over my cock, show me how much you like me stuffing you full.” 

You want to smack that smug look off his face. But you don’t get the chance. 

You come hard, with a sob. It’s almost painful how it pulls at your muscles, flays your nerves raw with sensation. Blue pulls your pleasure from you expertly, like a puppet master tugging at your strings. 

When you start to relax he takes his hand away from you, breathing hard and smiling as he lays down on top of you. “Hmm, Honey, that was so nice.” He says sleepily. “Just what I needed.” 

But you’re tense beneath him. “What was that about Lilly?” 

“Hmm?” He lifts his head a little to look at you, a little drowsy. “What?” 

“Lilly.” You repeat. 

“Oh, sorry, I know she’s your friend.” He sighs. “I try to cut her some slack, I really do-”

Conversations you’ve had with her bubble and boil in your mind. “She said she knows you really well.” You’re not sure what it is that raises its head. Jealousy? Fear? Whatever it is, it’s twisting and churning around your chest, sinking its claws into your heart. 

“What?” 

“She knows you.” You bite your lip. “When you had her locked up in that secret solitary...” 

Blue’s eyes darken, you see his jar flex as he clenches his teeth. 

“What did you do?” Suddenly it’s very cold, deathly almost. Arctic. 

Here you were with the head orderly, a man who had more than a reputation for violence and cruelty. His cock still semi hard within you. 

It would have been safer laying next to a viper. 

How quickly you’d forgotten who he was, what he did outside of your private times together. 

“Honey.” The way he says it isn’t soft now, it doesn’t sound like a term of endearment. It sounds like a warning. “What are you trying to imply here?” 

You swallow. You don’t look away from him, don’t even blink. The second he’s out of your sight you’re sure he’s going to strike. “What did you do?” You repeat, your voice a whisper. 

He laughs, once, cold and cruel as he sits up, putting space between you. “Are you serious?” 

You don’t say anything.

“Fucking god, you are! Look at you.” He tuts, screwing his face up. “What, what the fuck do you think I did? You think I fucked her?” 

Something must give on your face, some tell you didn’t know you had, because his eyes widen like you’ve screamed a whole paragraph at him. 

He gets up quickly, pulling out of you and standing. You’ve never felt more exposed, more naked. You close your legs, his cum leaking out onto your thighs, and instinctively cross your arms over your chest. 

“You think I go around shoving my dick in every fucking patient?” He’s loud now, but not shouting. It’s worse than that. His tone. How it pierces into your head and claws at your skull. 

“Or do you think that this is some kind of, of…” he gestures to you with one hand as he pulls his waistband up hastily. 

For some reason, it’s this action that runs like an electric shock along your nerves. You sit up and grab at the clothes he’d pulled from you and dress hastily. 

“Of fucking game.” He snarls, grabbing your bicep as you pull your t-shirt over your head. 

It’s not hard, it doesn’t hurt. But it makes you jump and back away from him. You glare as you pull your arm free with a hard yank. 

“Is that what it is?” He repeats. “You think this is some kind of… tit for tat? You fuck me and I let your little group of friends get away with fucking murder out there?” 

You want to cover your ears. You want to scream. And cry. And tell him of course not. Of course, that’s not what this is to you. 

“What did you do to her?” You repeat. It’s like your mouth can’t form any other words. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake, don’t ignore my questions!”

As Blue speaks there’s a knock on his office door, it opens, Gray’s anxious face peeking around the edge. 

“Sir, there’s-”

Blue practically snarls at him. 

And you don’t know why you do it, but you turn on your heels and bolt for the door, pushing past Gray into the corridor before Blue can stop you. You race down, halfway to the stairs when you realise he didn’t call after you. 

He didn’t try to stop you. 

There are no yells. No shouts. 

No one is coming to stop you.

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[bogkeep]

some of my better outfits from my Quirky Girl era ca. 2013, arguably the time in my life where i had the most fun with clothes and fashion for a variety of reasons:

- i was going to an artsy school with follow weirdos who were receptive to and encouraging of my Quirky Girl antics, which inspired me to put effort into dressing up in new and inventive ways :') before that i had been in a more stifling environment, which DID encourage my counter-fashion efforts, but more as a rebellion than expression of creativity - or maybe it was overcompensation, since i could not for the life of me figure out how to dress "normal" enough to escape the cruel comments of teenagers. later, when i started university, i didn't have much reason to dress up since i only had a couple lectures a week and very few classmates that i barely saw outside of it.

- both my Gender Realisation and Autism Diagnosis were imminent, but as they had not yet happened, i was at PEAK Quirky Girl. i've heard a lot of people dismiss the Kids These Days by saying they're picking up identities and diagnoses to be ~*special*~, and maybe some do - but for me, figuring these things about myself made me feel LESS special. dissappointed, even. i wanted to be like... gold star quirky girl. i wanted to be cool and unique through the sheer force of my specialness. accepting that i was autistic and non-binary meant climbing down from that pedestal. being quirky because you're autistic and non-binary is EASY MODE. i didn't want people to think i put no effort into this!!!!!! god!!!!!!!!!!! ultimately being true to myself and my needs won out hahaha

- prior to autism confirmed, i thought my sensory discomfort was due to personal failing, a lack of willpower. as fun as some of my outfits were, they could easily become a spoon drain: wrong textures, too many layers, seams in bad places, too tight, too stiff, too warm... nobody else seemed to have problems with wearing put together outfits, so i thought i just need to push myself, and eventually it'll feel fine and effortless. realising that no, i genuinely face a barrier of sensory issues, was pretty groundbreaking for me. ever since then i have done my best to prioritise my actual comfort.

- realising i was transgender opened up a whole new challenge: How Do I Get People To Perceive Me Correctly. there was a great freedom in not having to worry about this, though for some mysterious reason i felt deeply uncomfortable if anyone perceived me as hot/sexy/desireable!! wonder why!!! now that i think about it, i feel like Quirky Girl is a form of gender non-conformity in and of itself - the way i dressed was feminine, sure, but it was very much at odds with the expected women's fashion at the time. i didn't fit into any of the established alternative fashion culture, either. it would've been so helpful if i had, to be honest, as i could've used it as a guideline for gender performance, but instead i'm doomed to be forever unmoored.

anyway in retrospect i think it was very obvious how transgender and autistic i was but also it was 2013. so

[queenaeducan-writes]

Laundry Day

Pairing: Solas x Non-binary!Lavellan Warning: DA4 Spoilers (Regret Murals) Other Tags: Modern Thedas, Crack Fic, Spirit!Solas Originally written for the DAFF server. Inspired by this post by fangbanger3000 Read it here on AO3.

His world is nothing but colour, vivid and bright.

He is a kite upon the winds of the Fade, turning according to its whims. He allows it to carry him, the ill-defined appendages of his metaphysical form flowing with the current. Memories, too, wash over him: the relief as a shop sign flips from open to close; the eager tug of loving hands pulling the wearer by their apron; the chill of the apartment floor where it is stripped away and forgotten.

Recollections of the last week occur to him in visions of cotton and linen, as though his body is the stitching holding the whole together. He does not fight it, forgetting struggle as his tail meets the spread of his six eyes.

The sudden stop jars him to greater consciousness, but any questions that might occur with the notion tumble with the rest of him out of an unknown portal.

Solas falls limply into something physical, the seam between dreams and reality made hard by a mage's hands. They hold him like a damp wad of paper they're trying hard not to tear. Their voice, no such luck.

"Solas"— Ian's gasp is sharp, needlelike— "Ir abelas! Are you- please be all right."

As the world slows to its own deceptive stillness, his vision clears, blinking up with a blearly grasp upon reality. Ian is pale over him, save for pink-rimmed eyes, pin-pricked by tears. Something had happened, he surmises.

"I am fine," he assures him, that much is certain. "Are you?"

"Me?" Choking on his anxiety, Ian squeaks out a laugh. "You- you were in…"

The answer trails off, though Solas quickly discovers the answer for himself. Gathered alongside his metaphysical form are a collection of clothes heavy with soap and water, piled in Ian's lap where he'd dragged Solas from the washing machine.

Ian hiccups. "I'm so sorry. One moment you were in a sunbeam, and the next-"

"Put me back.""I- you- what?"

"Put me back, please," Solas corrects himself. Grateful this shape doesn't have ears to burn (though he feels remarkably little shame), he adds, "It was not unpleasant."

"You… you're kidding." Ian's stutter is bewildered more than nervous, giggles breaking through disbelief. "Do you want to be dried, too?"

"Air drying is more energy efficient… but I suppose I am curious."

"Ma nuvenin, Vhenan," Ian laughs.

The last thing Solas sees before the cycle is renewed is Ian's face beaming through the concave glass.

[seamxspamton]

LOOK AT EM

[aroaceloverofgarlicbread]

Saw a queerphobic Undertale fan today. How do you even manage to do that like (Undertale and Deltarune spoilers below):

In the best ending you have to get a lesbian couple together (Undyne and Alphys) as well as another gay couple (Royal Guards 01 and 02), there are also a LOT of Non Binary characters (Firsk, Chara, Kris, Monster Kid, Napstablook, Seam etc), there’s a transfem character (Mad Dummy/Mew Mew) and in Deltarune the biggest canon ship of characters so far is a lesbian couple (Susie and Noelle)

How the fuck do you manage to be a fan of these games and still be a queerphobe??? Like I genuinely don’t understand