#Reference to trans curly

[anti-tulpar-curly]

*projects my period cramps onto you with my mind*

i already have to deal with that, doesn't bother me anymore

[ckret2]

Wait I have to ask about some of those trans headcanons. Plz tell me about transfem Axel and Bigender Gideon.

(referring to my tags on this post!)

i'm giving you the gideon one first because the transfem axel one is stupid lmao.

When Gideon meets Mabel, he says one of the first things that drew him to her is that she "appreciates the sparkly things in life." So: Gideon appreciates the sparkly things, and this is a high priority to him.

He invites her over for makeovers, and his dressing room—

—is full of very feminine things. It's pink, it's sparkly, there's bows and feathers and flowers and ruffles and earrings and lipstick.

Mabel comes home with lipstick, eye shadow, false lashes, blush, fingernail extensions, curled hair, and a hair bow—which means Gideon had all those supplies. This is presented as his dressing room and we don't see his parents wearing that kind of stuff.

We know from out-of-canon sources that Gideon was unpopular before he found Journal 2, probably got picked on, and that's one reason he latched on to the journal's power. So that's one hint that there's Something Going On with Gideon that other kids twig as bullyable. It might be something else (like, he's fat, that's definitely bullyable), but it might be something queer.

If he's so eager to find a friend (or girlfriend) who appreciates the same "sparkly things" he does, it's probably because he's felt rejected by other kids in town who don't appreciate those things... or who judge him for appreciating them. Add on to that the fact that Gideon's got the speech patterns of a southern woman and steals high school girls' moisturizer, and he doesn't make for a terribly masculine little ten-year-old.

He latched on to Mabel so hard because she didn't judge him for any of those things. She saw a little boy into makeup and jewelry and sequins, and she got excited. She didn't see him as a weirdo... she saw him as someone just like her.

And Gideon looks at Mabel and sees someone just like him.

I headcanon that his crush on Mabel is only half because he wants to be with her. The other half is because he wants to be her: a cool pretty older girl (nearly a teen!) with long curly hair and skirts and headbands and fun cute colorful clothes she made herself and a lungful of bedazzling gems. A girl who doesn't feel constrained by her femininity, but rather uses femininity to freely express her full authentic self. She radiates everything that feels stifled within him. He wants what she has so much it hurts.

And he thinks the only way he can have what she has is by having her.

He's ten. He's grown up around the kind of people that use American flag pins on suit lapels to signal what good wholesome Christian patriots they are—and for y'all that didn't live through 9/11, in the 2000s those flag pins were shorthand for "conservative, or scared of offending conservatives." He's no doubt been taught that boys are boys and girls are girls and you are what you were born, and suggesting otherwise is not only impossible, but insulting.

Gideon's egg is years from cracking.

In the meantime, he's got his prison pals. They treat Gideon like something precious for being an adorable little child worth protecting, and for caring as they work out their emotional issues, and for doing crafts like friendship bracelets with them—he's found himself playing a rather feminine social role for these men, and they respect and admire him for it. I think he finds many of the same things with them that he found with Mabel: he can express the parts of himself that got rejected by his school peers, and he's celebrated for it.

You could just headcanon Gideon flat out as a trans girl and it'd fit the narrative perfectly. I headcanon bigender because I feel like he's not not a boy—he's just also a girl.

I imagine him as one of those kids who goes through middle & high school feeling more and more like something fits wrong, but unable to put a name to it, until he goes off to college and has a bunch of new life experiences and has a revelation. Does drag once "for fun" and suddenly that egg shell's dynamited apart.

Then she spends the next couple years grappling with "am I a girl? but if I'm a girl why does the thought of leaving behind manhood feel like ripping something out of my ribs? am I just a boy? but then why does the thought of not getting to be a girl feel like dying?" until she figures out she can just be both.

I think she'd tell her prison gang first, even before any of her family. She's sure if anyone will support her, it'll be them. (And they do, 100%.)

I think her parents would be alright with it, but I also think her parents are the kind of people who calmly listen to hateful talk show hosts denouncing trans & gay people because they never imagined they've got a little trans kid sitting right next to them listening too—"Well, sure Gideon asked for all those sparkly clothes, but that don't mean anything, our son's just an artistic little boy, that's all!"—so she didn't know they'd be okay with it.

Mabel would be thrilled for her—after she stops being weirded out that Gideon totally copied Mabel's childhood haircut. But I think her coming out would recontextualize a lot of what happened during Weirdmageddon summer and, okay yeah, not realizing you're a girl doesn't excuse kidnapping your crush and trying to kill her family, but it's easier for you to give a full and sincere apology for what you did when everyone has a better understanding of why you did it in the first place. I think they should both get the opportunity to have the big sister/little sister dynamic that in a perfect world they should've gotten in the first place.

okay and now here's my reason for the transfem axel headcanon, which i warned you is stupid:

years & years back i started a kingdom hearts 2 fic, back when the lore was just "when a person splits apart their heart becomes a Heartless and their body becomes a Nobody"; I think KH's soul alchemy has gotten more complicated since then, but I haven't kept up.

and the premise of the fic was that Axel ran into his Heartless—it was a Soldier—and they went on a quest together to recombine into one person. and I decided to make his Heartless a girl just because. didn't look different from any other Soldier, Axel could just tell it was a girl. it was his heart, so he should know. and that was about as much as it was explored.

years and years later i realized "hold on. if Axel's body/Nobody is male, and his heart/Heartless is female, then you've got a female heart in a male body. that's how countless trans women have described their experiences for centuries. ... welp, i guess she's trans now!"

this was about the same period in my life that i started a fic about orochimaru being a trans woman so it wasn't like i didn't know trans people existed, i just didn't think through the implications of my own headcanon lmao

[spennsrs]

spencer agnew x reader

reader is a new intern/assistant for the games department and her and spencer kinda hit it off

possible slow burn

spencer content <3 love you

↳˳;; ❝ fuckin' nerd ༊*·˚

here we go spencer nation this is for you and erm its somewhat slowburn ig.... no confirmation of relationship so yas... reader referred to using they/them <3

first day jitters fuckin' sucked. [y/n] could attest to that.

they rub their hands on the front of their jeans, the material somewhat grounding them as they stare at the office building... okay, technically it wasn't their first day, they had been there yesterday to set their desk up and get somewhat acquainted with the games side of the office. they met alex tran, jacqi, even vida!

but a specific glasses wearing, kickstart drinkin' idiot (alex tran's words) wasn't there. spencer agnew.. or their boss, essentially.

[y/n] didn't know why they were so nervous. it's not like spencer was a scary guy, per say... maybe he was. shaking their head, [y/n] enters the building with a semi-confident grin on their face, entering the lobby... only to be met with another body. well.. more like colliding.

"oh shit, i'm sorry dude-" "my bad-"

[y/n] collects themself as they brush off their clothes, before looking up to an average height male with curly dark hair and round glasses framing his eyes. he was... cute, in a... kind of dorky, awkward nerdy best friend in some mediocre coming of age novel. they find themself staring and quickly before they start to talk.

"you okay? we bumped pretty hard into each other... usually, i'm paying way more attention, i guess, i'm so sorry-" "hey.. you're that new intern, right? holy shit, you are. [y/n], right? what a first impression... i'm spencer by the way."

fuck. shit. fuckin' shit. of course this was their boss. they just ran into their boss, on their second first day...

"uhm... yeah. i'm [y/n], the one and only, heh. listen, i feel terrible for what i did, i can make it up to you! buy you a coffee, extra work, whatever you need, i'm willing."

their words were met with silence from spencer, and for a brief moment, they thought they fucked up royally. completely. fired on the spot.

"first meeting, an you're already asking me on a date? bold moves, [y/n], but i'm not that easily swayed." spencer's lips tug into a toothy grin, a grin that holds a teasing and chaff, a grin that promises lots of fun jokes at work, a grin that promised to keep them on their toes, to keep their heart fluttering-

[y/n] can't help but snort with a raised brow, determined to give back the same sass. if this is what it was like working here, they could get used to this place. "in your dreams, boss man. workplace relationships never work out anyway." they snap back with a laugh, which makes spencer mirror the action.

"fair enough, fair enough. i'm just pulling your chain, welcome to smosh games. i think we'll get along just fine."

[y/n] likes to agree with that statement.

only a week of working at smosh, and [y/n] was finding the place to be a second home of sorts.

alex t had quickly climbed the ranks of becoming [y/n]'s favorite person, almost like a brother figure of sorts to the newer employee. on the other end of that, spencer had grown to be [y/n]'s biggest enemy, bully, and pin in their ass.

in a loving way, of course.

the two of them would bounce off each other's energy, and could bicker for hours, and had even developed a bit of a joking beef in the office. this also led to a little.. club of sorts, smosh employees who were banking on spencer and [y/n] eventually ending up together. even mythical employees were in on this, thanks to trevor. (who would've known rhett and link would be the fan club's number one members)

of course, this had led to some unspoken feelings, at least on spencer's side of things. he refused to say a thing, workplace relationships and h.r and all that jazz or whatever. he also didn't want to seem creepy as their boss having a crush on one of the interns. the only person who actively knew about spencer's little... predicament was alex t, which kind of sucks considering how close alex was to [y/n]. so, all in all, he was fucked.

lost in his own thoughts, spencer made his way to the office kitchen to grab another kickstart when he notices [y/n] fiddling with... well, he couldn't give a shit. what mattered was [y/n] was here. he runs a hand through his hair as he approaches them from behind, a wicked grin on his lips before he gently pokes their side. the other's body jolts and spencer catches how their eyes go wide like saucers, before spinning to glare at spencer. he could tell the glare wasn't angry or upset really, but also the bubbling laugh kinda gave them away.

"hey, [y/n], whatcha doin'? anything interesting?"

the other scoffs and turns back to what they were doing, which spencer can actually see is them fixing their lunch as [y/n] releases a dramatic sigh. "i was peacefully making lunch, but now the duke of chaos himself is here."

"duke of chaos? i'm the god of chaos, thank you very much, goddess of idiocy." that earned him another friendly glare over the shoulder. this is what he adored about them. sure, they were really cute, and their laugh was like... the most beautiful song he's heard, and their hands were nice and soft and fit right in his perfectly-

spence, stop getting carried away.. right.

he adored [y/n] because they knew how to joke, how to have a laugh, to keep up with his rather snarky little comments. he really valued that in a friend or a partner, but for some reason.. playful bullying looked really good especially on [y/n]. well... [y/n]'s specific hair color looked good on them as well... and that new top - he knew it was new because maybe he overheard them talking to chanse about it - fit them perfectly, and their eye color fit them perfectly-

"anyone home in there? this is ground control to spencer agnew, do you copy?" .... oh shit, they had been talking. he stared at them with wide eyes, swallowing thickly. he felt something akin to a blush creeping up his neck to settle on his cheeks, and he knew they could see it based on the sly smirk that played onto their lips. "you're lucky it's me you're staring, y'know. think about that next time you gawk at women while zoning out."

"i wasn't-.. shut up, i wasn't gawking!" he definitely was gawking.

"you stupid fuckin' nerd. come on, we have a meeting to get to."

spencer could live with this, keeping the pretty intern a daydream away so they could keep a good work friendship with their inside jokes and their movie nights they'll end up having, spencer sharing his love for kickstarts with [y/n] who will complain but drink them anyway... as long as they were in his life, he didn't quite care what they were, or what other people thought of them. he couldn't care less if he gave his feelings away in the fleeting touches when they returned a pen they borrowed and how he made it linger, or how he stared at them like they hung the stars in the sky just for him... he didn't need a picture perfect movie ending...

all that mattered was he was their stupid fuckin' nerd, where they liked (or knew) it or not.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Our children yearn for violence

Barbie dolls: jegulus x reader (James, regulus, you)

Words: 3.6k ish

Summary: the school calls you in bc your son got into an altercation what happens when the other kids' parents are hot

Warnings: your son is named Elliot, also you're referred to as Ren and Rena like the gn term for your parent so just yk it's not an oc i promise, you're a highschool art teacher, pushing the trans James agenda, misgendering James from the principal, honestly you pour coffee all over the principal and I'm pretty sure that's assault so just yk, no consequences very fictional world, condoning violence, abortion mentioned, James is a baker and regulus is a stay at home dad/writer just so you know, modern au I'm SORRY, Lily has a wife but she isn't here Lily is just mentioned, actually kinda unwarranted meanness toward the principal but yk whatevs, kinda extremely fanficy if that makes sense but let's just close our eyes and laugh along okay, that's all I think man

Your son, Elliot, was quite kind. You weren't one to toot your own horn, but he was a pretty well raised 6 year old. He was more introverted so when he came home telling you all about his new friends you were very proud of him. He loved Lightning McQueen and he was absolutely giddy to tell you his new friend, Harry, had a Lightning McQueen backpack. And his other friend, Luna, loved Tinkerbell almost as much as he did. Elliot loved art too, he took after you in that field. You were a high school art teacher. Luckily for you the same bus that picked up the first graders for his school, also picked up from your high school. Elliot would ride the bus and after dropping off all the other students the bus-driver would  drop him off at the high school. Elliot would spend the last few minutes of the school day with your last class. They loved him, they thought he was adorable. They often made him little cards or gave him candy. Elliot was the best and nicest, if you do say so yourself, first grader you ever met.

When his school called you in the middle of your class, telling you he got into an altercation, you were shocked. You sent your class over to classroom next door, another art teacher who gladly helped you. Then you quickly gathered your things and got to the Elementary school as fast as you could. You spoke to the front desk. They pointed you down a hallway. If you were a third grader, you'd be scared shitless walking down this hallway.

Finally at the end of the row was your son. He was in a short sleeve plain red shirt and his favorite pair of shorts that has a little lightning bolt towards the bottom. Elliot's backpack was sitting next to him on the floor. He was digging his hand into a little ziploc bag of pretzels, a ziploc bag you didn't remember putting in his lunchbox. Elliot glanced up when he heard you approaching. He memorized the sound of the keychains on your bag clinking, thinking of home. He smiled brightly, and scooted out of his chair. He ran towards you, latching onto your leg.

You saw a row of three chairs, each filled with a small child, sat next to a door. The door had a small sign that read 'Princapal' so you assumed it might be the principal's office.

The child closest the the door was a girl with curly white hair tied in two pigtails down by her ears. She was wearing a shirt with Tinkerbell on it and a bright pink tutu. Her tennis shoes looked to light up. Her backpack was sat next to her. It was green and had beautiful flowers embroidered on it. She had what looked to be a thousand keychains, all of which were characters to another children's show. She was snacking on a small ziploc bag of goldfish. Luna.

Next to her was a boy. He had glasses that looked to large for his face, and curly hair that looked tossled from what you assumed was the altercation you were called in for. He had on a Spider-Man shirt and jean overalls. One of the straps to the overalls was unhooked and thrown over his shoulder. His shoes were of Lightning McQueen, they looked to light up too. They matched his backpack. That must be Harry. He was snacking on a ziploc bag of cheezits.

"I missed you, Ren. Am I going to get kicked out of school?" Elliot mumbled against your leg. You squated down and clutched onto his hands. You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"No, baby. Why did they call me? Are you okay?" Elliot nodded as you asked him questions, holding up his bag of pretzels.

"Luna's dad gave us snacks. I took the pretzels because the cheezits are white cheddar and Harry likes those the best. And Luna likes the pizza goldfish, but I don't because they don't taste like the good pizza. But look, Rena, these pretzels have butter inside." Elliot quickly pulled out a pretzel and bit into it, showing the inside to you. Sure enough the pretzel had the fake cheese filling inside.

"Oh yeah look at that it does have cheese inside." Ignoring the fact he called cheese butter, you looked around Elliot as he continued to tell you all about his snack. You noticed two men  standing next to another water fountain. One of them was holding a green lunchbox that looked eerily similar to Luna's backpack. The other was holding a matching Lightning McQueen backpack, Harry's dad. They looked as confused as you, talking to each other quietly so their kids couldn't hear them in the near empty hallway.

"Okay baby I'm going to go talk to your friends' parents,  you go back to your chair and keep working on those cheese pretzels for me." Elliot quickly nodded. You kissed his forehead before standing up. Elliot turned back to his row of friends and started talking to Harry. You headed toward the water fountain.

Luna's dad was dressed in all black, you were curious as to how he had such a colorful kid. He was in a black button down that was tucked into his black slacks. His shoes were shiny and they made you wonder if he just came from a board meeting or whatever people who don't spend their entire day listening to your mom jokes as they teach high schoolers how to weave do. His hair was black and curly and looked to be perfectly set in place.  The only pop of color was his nails, bright green and pink splattered on each finger. Luna's doing. If you weren't deeply worried for your son, you'd say he was hot.

Harry's dad, and you do mean this in the nicest most respectful way, was fucking jacked. He was just as attractive as Luna's dad. He was in jeans and red converse. He had on a t-shirt that had red text on it. It said 'Boys with Tits' and little stars printed around the text. You wondered how strong that cotton t-shirt was because the sleeves around his biceps and pecs looked tired. Holding on for dear life. Harry's dad had what looked to be flour smeared on his cheek. His hair was also curly and black but was much different from Luna's Dad's hair as it was more messy. He looked a lot like Harry. He even had on very similar glasses. On his own Lightning McQueen backpack, was what looked to be the same number of keychains as Luna's bag had. Although his had less children's shows. You spotted a trans flag and a raccoon eating a sandwich among them. You glanced down at your own appearance, realizing you most definitely looked like an art teacher. Your hands were covered in paint. You grimaced before shrugging. One of these men had bright pink and green splattered on the tips of his fingers and the other was holding a Lightning McQueen backpack, you doubted they would care much. When you finally reached them, they both looked away from the other to stare at you.

"Hi. I'm Elliot's Parent." You gave them a light wave, giving them your name as well. They both nodded.

"Hey. I'm Harry's dad, James." you smiled at him.

"I'm Luna's Dad, Regulus."

"Do you guys know what happpened? They just said altercation on the phone." Regulus shook his head at the question. James shrugged. At this point you honestly felt sympathy for his sleeves.

"Luna won't even tell me what happened. She's just been sadly eating her pizza goldfish." Regulus said, looking between you and James.

"Oh yeah. Hey thanks for giving Elliot those pretzels. He thinks they're a hoot." Regulus shrugged at you.

"Luna's the one sharing." James moved the subject back to the whole reason you three were here.

"I asked Harry what happened and he told me 'name calling' and then continued with his cheezeits. So that's all I have." James explained. You thought you might be putting the pieces together now. Yes, Elliot was a kind boy but he was also loyal to a fault. You were both the type to self sacrifice in the name of love. You'd kill someone for Elliot and any one of your friends. Elliot does take after you in a lot of areas...

"Okay well I only see three children, they all seem to still be friends so who were they fighting?" You asked. There wasn't even another backpack sitting near the chairs. From what you spied in window to the principals office, the only person in there was the principal herself.

"Do you think our kids would actually get into a fight?" James asked. You and Regulus glanced at each other.

"Yes." You said in sync. You glanced back at Elliot. He had finished his snack and pulled out his Lighting McQueen picture book, showing Harry all the pages. Sweet boy, but also a tad rabid. You wouldn't be shocked if the principal told you he bit somebody.

"Luna's lovely don't get me wrong, but her favorite uncle has had to pay for a lot of bail." Regulus said, zipping open Luna's lunchbox. He peered in there. You wondered if he was looking for a shank she made during her art class. James huffed.

"If this is some stupid bullshit, I think I'll riot." James whispered.

"That's something Barty would say." Regulus muttered, stuffing his hand into Luna's lunchbox.

"Listen, I'm sure we're all just a little peaved because it's our kids, but surely this is something serious that truely needs me to leave 17 high schoolers alone with another teacher." James and Regulus gave you a knowing look. "Okay so I'm lying." Regulus pulled out a bag of apple slices. He held them up above his head and leaned to look around you.

"Lue, I'm stealing your apples. Is that okay with you?" Regulus yelled down the short hallway. Luna looked up from making her goldfish swim in the air, to look at Regulus. She nodded and held up a thumbs up. Regulus zipped her lunchbox again and pulled open the bag of apples.

"So what if they threw a couple punches, I taught Harry that we don't start fights, we end them." James explained. Regulus nodded as he bit into an apple. You huffed.

"I'm pretty sure I taught Elliot the difference between oil and acrylic. I'm honestly shocked he even knows the word fight." You felt a little behind on your parenting. Regulus set down Luna's lunchbox by his feet.

"Well to be perfectly honest, I am not shocked that Luna got into a fight. Her mother was, in the best way, fucking rabid. Love her to death, literally, but she got into a good number of fights while we were school." Regulus said. He chuckled after he said 'to death'. You kinda felt like he kept making inside jokes but he was the only one in on them. James nodded along.

"High school sweat hearts?" James asked, giving Regulus an understanding look.

"No," Regulus laughed as he bit into another apple. "Hell no. Um I knew her mother in high school. We were really close. She passed and I adopted Luna." You and James both let out sad ohs. Regulus didn't seemed bothered by it at all though, continuing to much on his apple slices.

"Well me and Harry's mum were high school sweethearts. After Harry was born though, we got divorced. His mum and her wife are both stuck at work so that's why they aren't here." James said, filling the awkward silence. You nodded.

"Really glad we're spending this time trauma dumping." You joked. Regulus snorted and held an apple slice out towards you. You great-fully took it as Regulus held one out towards James too.

"What is the Principal doing in there? Feeding her hostages?" James muttered not even a breath later he was following up his comment. "Sorry, that was mean." You and Regulus both laughed, looking at each other to make sure someone else thought it was funny, too. With that the door to her office opened, the Principal's head popping out.

"Sorry for the wait." She said, holding the door open.

The Prinicple would be terrifying to any first grader. She was in a perfectly pressed suit. Her perfectionism rivaling Regulus'. Her hair was back in an extremely slick bun and you questioning whether or not her name was Trunchbull. She sat down in the chair behind her desk, turning to her computer and typing away. She listed off each of your names, started with what you assumed was James' last name as he nodded at her and ending with yours.

"You should be." Regulus muttered before plastering a smile on and helping Luna out of her chair, shooing her into the office. James carried Harry's bag for him as they entered the office. The principal grimaced at James as he entered.

Elliot took his time, gently putting his book back into his backpack. You smiled at the care he took with his favorite book. Then he scooted out of his chair and pulled his arms through the straps. Elliot clutched onto your hand, as you walked him through the office door. There were three chairs sat in front of the Principal's desk. James was sat with Harry in his lap, James' arm crossed over his stomach. Regulus was sat similarly, Luna deciding not to face the Principals and instead sitting sideways in Regulus' lap. You sat in the chair in between Regulus and James. Elliot hopped up into your lap, placing his backpack next to you. He leaned back against you and held onto both your hands. You were pretty sure he was scared shitless, but you completely understood.

"Today your children got into a fist fight with another student. We do not accept bullying of any forms here so we will-" Regulus cut off the principal, pausing from digging into his bag of apples.

"Well what caused the fight?" Regulus asked. The Principal stayed silent for a moment before continuing.

"What started the fight does not matter. What matters is that your three children ganged up on one student, and beat him. We do not accept physical-" It was James' turn to cut her off this time.

"Well who swung first?" The principal clenched her jaw. She glared at James. Harry took it upon himself to answer for her.

"Charles did." Harry said as he swung his feet back and forth in his father's lap. James hummed.

"So you didn't start it?" James asked. Harry shook his head.

"One could say that he didn't start it but he did finish it." Regulus muttered chomping into an apple. You stuck your hand out to him. Regulus dropped a slice from the bag into your hand.

"Listen, if you three would please let me finish-" The principle started.

"Actually I have a question for you, Mrs. Principle. I didn't have time to learn your name, I was quite busy with my job," James snorted at you. "I was wondering, what happened before the fight? What triggered it to start? I am quite confident that my son wouldn't just beat some other kid up for fun. At least not unwarrantedly." Regulus nodded at you. Luna wouldn't kick somebody in shin just for breathing wrong, well actually.

"Again that does not matter-" Harry took over the principal's speaking time yet again to answer the question himself.

"Charles called Luna a bitch." Harry said, matter of factly. Regulus scoffed and James leaned down to ask Harry if he was serious.

"Yeah he did, so I called him a bootlicking, slimy, vomit inducing, retched, failed abortion." Luna said. You glanced over at her. It was actually the first time you heard her speak. You felt a small smile grow, understanding what Regulus said in the hallway earlier. Regulus was smiling brightly. He held his hand out in front of her. Luna slapped her hand in his, giving Regulus a loud high five.

"Then Charles said she was a dumb idiot." Harry explained, still swinging his feet back and forth. "Then Elliot said something, I don't 'member but it pissed Charles off so he punched Luna in the arm." Harry continued. You looked down at Elliot.

"I told him the only time anyone will ever love him is if he was cremated and turned into a diamond." Elliot whispered. You laughed. Elliot looked up at you, a small smile growing on his face. You gently kissed his on his forehead.

"Oh I love you, you know that Elliot?" Elliot nodded and looked back to the empty Ziploc bag he was tearing holes in.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you three would take this seriously, this is no laughing matter. " The principal said, clenching her jaw.

"Well I would greatly appreciate it if you took this seriously. A boy called this girl a bitch and then punched her and yet we're the ones who had to leave work to meet with you. It seems to me that these kids were just defending themselves. I think you just grabbed the nearest kids and blamed them. Luna didn't do anything she's the victim. Elliot and James were just protecting their friend. Sure maybe they should've gone easy on him the failed abortion comment would've been just enough but-"

"Your children broke a boy's nose."

"Well, maybe he should've kept his mouth shut." Regulus said, sitting up in his chair.

"I think he'll be too busy breathing out of it to call anyone else names, now." James said, setting Harry on his feet. James stood and swung his backpack over his shoulder before holding out Harry's.

"Ms. Potter we are not done here." The prinipal said.

"Seems to me we are, see you Monday." James said. Luna took that sign and hopped off Regulus' lap, pulling her own bag on.

"Well Ms. Potter I do hope over the weekend you find a new shirt, along with new manners." The principal said. You stood up, letting Elliot run out the door after Harry and Luna.

"Well Mrs. Principal I do hope you learn how to shut your mouth on matters that don't concern you, you foul, lothesome, grimy, bottoming-feeding, transphobe. Enjoy your night." You said. You reached over her desk and knocked her mug over. Her coffee spilled over the papers on her desk dripping into her lap. You assumed it was cold by now because she just clenched her jaw.  You gave her a bright smile and left out the office door. Regulus and James shared a look before following. You three lead your children out of the school building and stopped on the steps. The three kids ran off towards the nearby tree, attempting to climb it.

"We are probably going to have to enroll our kids somewhere else, huh?" You asked. James shook his head.

"No, schools almost out and luckily for us she's actually transferring in about a month anyways." James explained. Regulus nodded, setting Luna's bag down.

"I do mean this in the most respectful way, but that was extremely attractive." Regulus said. You heard Elliot laugh over in the tree at something Luna said. James nodded at Regulus.

"Oh yeah extremely Pilf-y." James grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Regulus turned to him with a confused look.

"Public Interest Legal Foundation?" Regulus asked. James, smile fell.

"No, Parent I'd Love to Fuck. Like milf or dilf." Regulus laughed and reached out for James. He gripped onto James' bicep as he laughed. You started chuckling along with him, his laughter very contagious. Regulus wiped at his eyes and he stood again.

"Oh that was good, James."

"I don't think it was that funny." James muttered. You shrugged.

"I thought it was good." Regulus sighed and straightened his back.

"So our kids beat another kid up." He said. You nodded. You glanced over at Harry and Luna helping Elliot climb up.

"Your kid has a filthy mouth Regulus, if she said that to me I think I'd cry." James said, nudging Regulus with his elbow. Regulus smiled proudly.

"I know, right? What a psycho first grader." Regulus said. His chest seemed to puff out a little more.

"Where did she even learn half those words?" You asked. Regulus' face fell as he stared at you with serious eyes.

"Her uncle." You and James shared a look.

"well Elliot isn't innocent either, that diamond comment was wild." James said, jumping topics. You nodded.

"I'm extremely proud of my son, I personally think they derseve some ice cream, what do you guys think?" You asked. They both looked at each other.

"Sounds good to me." Regulus muttered, Pulling Luna's bag over his shoulder.

"They'll have napkins there so I can give you guys my number." James said, winking at you both. You chuckled.

"Ah ha yeah that was smooth, James. Good one." You complimented.

"Yeah I thought so." James said, turning towards the tree and calling the kids down. You looked to Regulus.

"Oh by the way I love Luna's bag it's so pretty." You said. Regulus' ears turned red. He glanced down at his shoes before looking back up at you.

"Thanks. I actually made it for her." You gave him a shocked look.

"Did you really?" Regulus nodded. "Well you're extremely talented Regulus." Soon enough all six of you were in an ice cream shop. The kids were giddy. They were getting sticky ice cream all over their faces and hands, but it didn't matter. This was a celebration. you spent the time laughing along with James and Regulus. When the kids finally finished their ice cream James stayed true to his word and gave you both his number. He made a group chat before you even left the parking lot, starting up a conversation about a date.

part two

[scatterbrainedbot]

I AM SPINNING I AM PACING I AM FULL ON FROLICKING IM SO EXCITED

@d1sc0rd1a THANK U FOR THESE TAGS

okayokayokayokay so pretty much all of these questions will be Officially Answered properly in the character design/intro pages im working on but also i am physically vibrating with excitement about the fact that you noticed all these details and i have very little self control so! lore dump time!!!

(minor tw for mentions of leos self-harm/self-destructive anxious behaviors and unhealthy coping skills)

- mikey does indeed have curly fur! i believe he would be considered a 'rex' rat (pictured on the left) for this trait? though the curls can be more easily seen on mice (pictured on the right). or, at least it seems that way. have not delved too deeply into the details of rodent genes and husbandry, but id assume its the same sort of mutation considering curly haired mice are also referred to as rex sometimes? either way hes a extra floofy bby 🧡

-as for raphie, unfortunately being more fluff and less shell than the average rapheal comes with its downsides. especially if you and your brothers occasionally encounter things like territorial dogs, hungry cats, or sewer crocodiles while exploring places ur dad said not supposed to go. (most of his scars will have more ninja related stories, but his ear i think got messed up from something very animal. probably around age 11 ish? old enough to sneak out from dads protection but young enough to not fully know how to handle himself alone against real danger. thankfully his ear injury looks worse than it actually is for the most part, as the damage was largely to the outer ear. his hearing wasnt super affected, except that he now has a bit of a harder time being able to track/pinpoint noises origins if its on his right side.)

-also yep! dons got some glasses that just clip/rest on the bridge of his nose! theyre mostly just for home use, as they do fall off if hes knocked around. in the field he has some goggles he tends to use (theyre helpful as they have multiple additional functions like heat-imaging, extra zoom/telescoping, and recording capabilities. but also theyll give him headaches if he wears them for too long without breaks). contacts are theoretically also an option but he absolutely hates the sensation of putting them in. so sometimes when hes tired he'll just not bother with either clips or goggles and just squint and struggle. leo hates when he does that lol.

-speaking of leo, he is def an anxious baby :) he has a few patches of fur missing on his hand cos he has the tendency to tug on it while hes thinking. he yanked and chewed on his own tail a lot when he was younger too, which is why when hes older he usually wears some wraps to cover the scars left from that behavior. he finds those scars specifically to be kinda embarrassing and shameful because they werent from any battle or life-lesson, just his own 'inability to control himself'. all of his brothers have repeatedly called him out on the fact that that is not a healthy way to think about his anxiety or mental health, but leo insists hes fine. hes kinda convinced himself that a proper warrior always has control over his own body* and his own thoughts, thus he should be able to just like willpower-brute-force his way into 'being better'. (this line of thinking pisses raph off so much he has to leave and go hit something)

Splinter also tries to talk him through some of that internalized guilt/shame/everything, but splinters very metaphorical, poetic, and indirect when it comes to talking about Big Things, which combined with how much leo gets caught in his own head, makes it kinda hard to gauge how much these talks actually help

*this is made extra fun considering leos also ftm trans, so he is faced with a body that fundamentally disobeys him perhaps more than the average rat-man.

-and im still going back and forth between a few species for splinter, but im leaning mostly towards an African Spurred Tortoise! they have these beautiful if kinda subtle geometric shell patterns and are the third largest species of tortoise in the world. the only thing that doesnt fit perfectly with Splints is that (allegedly) their lifespan in captivity is around 50ish years, whereas im p sure Tortoise Splinter is well over 75, probably closer to 90 when the boys are born and hes mutated into Old Man Papa.

but maybe hes just a particularly long lasting African Spurred Tortoise.

the Hamato family has taken very good care of him for many decades after all. :)

(well. until everything all fell apart, that is.....)

[jawz]

i’ve been thinking a lot lately about the way my ethnicity affected the way i was gendered as a child, my drive to transition, and even my detransition…

as a hispanic growing up with my white mom and white stepdad and white brother and white extended family in scandinavian hell (minnesota), i always felt different, always felt wrong. (my parents divorced as a baby, and my dad and his family, cuban and italian, all live in florida.) my neighborhood wasn’t so bad; it was way more diverse than the metro area itself. growing up i had mixed friends, i had friends with curly hair… but us trailer park kids were only a fraction of the population of our schools and district. a sea of blonde hair. there were times in elementary school i would literally pray to god to make my hair straight, make my eyes blue. grown-ups touched my hair and always asked “is it naturally curly?”. my classmates urged me to straighten it and by age 13 it was part of my ridiculously time-consuming “feminizing” beauty rituals.

much earlier, by the age of 8 or 9, i already had thick, dark hair growing on my legs. other kids, boys and girls alike, called me “gorilla girl”, faked gagging when i wore shorts, insisted i was actually a boy. that one became more and more common as i came into my personality: bold, class clown, competitive with the boys. (always wanting to charm the girls, but i didn’t recognize that back then.)

my mustache was there by 8, as well. just a little peach fuzz above my lip but dark enough to notice. are you even a girl? my mom would spread wax over her own face and soon began waxing my stache as well. it hurt so badly. i put up with it because she said it would make the kids stop teasing me. of course i was a girl- she was a woman and she had peach fuzz too!… but i felt self-conscious at the fact that my body hair was so much more noticeable, even as a child. my mother’s hair is very thin, straight, lighter brown; her complexion is warmer than mine, pink where mine is olive, green and yellow. i worried you could see the strands about to burst through. i was worried that to be a girl- a woman- i must hide parts of myself every day. i must cover the shoots of grass, the weeds that reveal that i’m not fit for society, that whisper i’m wild and untamed.

it wasn’t actually until i was 18 at least that i actually started to consider myself latino. i had sometimes said ‘hispanic’ growing up, as that’s what my family in florida called themselves; they referred to themselves as “spanish”, which i found out was not quite true after compiling my family tree and discovering that those ancestors emigrated from havana. in their minds they were white: “descended from spanish royalty” (as if!!)… i had spent my youth constantly trying to claim solely whiteness, confused as to why everyone was asking me “are you mexican?” “are you jewish?” “are you middle eastern?” - even though inside i think i knew. i knew my family didn’t look like me. i resented my surname being changed to Lind when i was five, my stepdad’s name, in order to give me the same name as the rest of them. despite my apparent envy of swedes and norwegians i knew it wasn’t my name; i still stood out terribly. i glared at myself in the mirror every day, i never could move past how the kids at school said my eyes were the color of shit, that my hair looked like pubes, that i must have had a sex change without being told because that would explain the mustache, the aggression…

by the time i was fourteen i was entirely primed to accept an alternative explanation to what was “wrong” with me. my sexuality was becoming more and more apparent but before i could ever come out as lesbian or even bi, i had discovered what it meant to be trans. i was so immediately certain that this was the key, THIS was why everyone said i didn’t fit in, THIS was why my behavior wasn’t girly, THIS was why i wanted to date girls. it was 2011, still deep in the “brain sex” era of the trans community, and i was sure without a shadow of a doubt that i was physically female, mentally male. all that needed to be done was to “correct” my body and bring it in line with my brain. despite the fact that very few people knew what transition actually was back then, i genuinely assumed it would make sense to everyone else, too: they had told me i wasn’t ‘really’ a girl so many times i had no trouble believing it.

transition, of course, did not suddenly de-latinize me LOL. first i became a total Other, outside of both the minnesotan ethnic norms and the gender+sex norms; eventually, with hormones and surgery at a very young age, i was able to pass as a boy, but by the time i could grow actual full-on facial hair, i realized i was still the pan-latin american enigma to people around me. multiple times someone would call me “sanchez” as some sort of attempted insult or joke. police looked at me differently than they had before. shop owners followed me, accused me of shoplifting. and sometimes, the white girls i dated told me that i was way cooler than all the boring white boys they knew. one girl even called me “exotic” to my face. it was, apparently, a compliment.

when i was 21 i heard that my girlfriend had referred to me to others as “a POC who identifies as white”. it felt as though she didn’t even know me at all. i’d never claimed either of those things to her.

moving to the west coast (socal specifically, where being latino/a is not considered ‘abnormal’) illuminated a lot of the bizarre and unnatural racial expectations of my midwest upbringing; i think by this point i was beginning to realize what so many things from my childhood had meant. that they weren’t really saying i was a boy. they were saying we don’t like girls who look like you, and we’d rather not have you included in our category.

it took me another three years to fully reckon with this. by the time i decided to detransition i had a much better understanding of the circumstances of my life; conversations with close friends who are also latina and have walked similar paths to me, heard similar insults, similar “compliments”, opened my eyes to the fact that i was not alone. i no longer feel weird for thinking the race/ethnicity boxes on government forms are hopelessly reductive. i know who i am and who i am not.

(around this time, i happened upon some old pictures of my dad’s side of the family. beautiful and glamorous women: adela, my uncle’s mother, the piano player; melanie, my aunt, the wife, hostess, and addict; lauren and andrea, my cousins, the restauranteurs; stella, my dad’s mamma, the widow and matriarch. and on all their faces, thick dark eyebrows, and, yes, that ever-familiar peach fuzz. i swear it healed something in my soul. despite my lack of beauty and glamor, we are not so different after all.)

that’s not to say all things are easy now. i’ve spent three years living as a GNC woman and if that wasn’t enough to confirm most all of my hypotheses on people’s perceptions of me, i don’t know what is.

detrans spaces (like most trans spaces) are overwhelmingly white- or at least that’s who dominates conversation. i see SO much downplaying of the things that naturally hairy women go through societally. i see trans allies who purport to be “okay” with detransitioners, saying ��what’s the big deal? if you took testosterone you can just go off it and get laser hair removal!! :)” as if laser isn’t expensive as hell, painful as hell, and also WAY more of a process for a woman with dark curly hair than it is for one with straight blonde hair lmfao!!! i see detrans women obsessed with removing all traces of hair from their bodies (even though most of them clearly don’t have a neverending five o’clock shadow like some of us do! my lower face has a constant blue-green disturbance under the surface which makes female spaces incredibly daunting) and insulting the rest of us for being ugly and hairy and making no effort to look like women or what the fuck ever. basically, a lot of people who claim to support us are just racists and essentialists and believe that sex is visual and not biological…🤨

anyway… i guess my main takeaways from all this are:

1. please stop acting like detransition is an entirely internal process and that it’s easy for all of us to be seen as our sex again (some of us like. actually transitioned and passed as the opposite sex), or that potential physical interventions aren’t incredibly invasive and difficult

2. stop assuming all transition and detransition journeys follow your own experience of lifelong whiteness and hairlessness

3. it is a distinct experience to be regularly de-gendered or denied your sex, PRIOR to ever thinking of yourself as literally trans. many trans/detrans people had this happen to us (we were once the vast majority of trans people). but many did not, and generally shock others when they begun breaking gender norms. i really think people from the second group often have trouble understanding that for the first group, changing gender expression is basically a bandaid over an abscess… we have lived entire lifetimes being denied our sex, being told our bodies are not “truly” ours, that there is someone else inside trying to break out. kicked out of the bathroom, the changing room, alienated from single-sex peer groups. transition just flips this experience and instead separates us from our preferred gender group, reinforcing the feeling that we have no place, anywhere.

race/ethnicity, being homosexual or bisexual, mental illness stigma, disability, and low economic class all play an additional role in this. stop perpetuating this and denying us our biological sex.

[nonbinarycollector]

ID: a drawn reference of noelle holiday from deltarune. her light world appearance has a red/green candy-cane patterned cane with a christmas tree charm, her sweater has a diamond pattern, and her skirt is longer. she smiles and holds up a hand. her dark world appearance's robe hits the floor, has frilled sleeves, fingerless gloves that tie to the middle finger, an ice blue ribbon tied at the waist, and a small poncho. her cane resembles a ski pole and is white, brown and blue. she frowns. on the right says: NOELLE HOLIDAY 5'8. Birthday: Jan 1st. -Spanish -Hair is wavy-curly, she doesn't take care of it well -Has chronic pain -Doesn't sleep well (nightmares) -Writes fanfiction. in her bio are the trans, intersex, lesbian and ace flag. underneath her bio is an angel doll, holly, and green and red candy-canes. end ID noelle ref redux

[lzerpuppi]

My head cannons for the Shaw pack listeners!! ( most listeners will be referred to with gendered prns that aligns with the gender I see them as )

Starting w/ . . .

ANGEL!!

My angel is Blasian ( African American on his mothers side and Chinese on their fathers )

His birth name is Niviyah Anderson and didn’t change his name at all or consider his birth name his dead name, just tells people to call him Vi now

He’s Transgender specifically trans-masculine

He’s been on T for 2 years and has grown immensely because of it, he used to be average 5’7 but now he’s 6’2

He has a more Dark Academia Style and loves a good turtleneck

One of the more stylish out of all the mates in my opinion just doesn’t dress up unless it’s actually important

Dyes his hair a lot, his current color is closer to his actual hair color ( he’s a ginger but he has a blonde streak in his hair )

Speaking of hair his hair is medium length, I like to think he buzzed it once to see if he could rock a fade and decide against it

Has the weirdest curly hair care routine but somehow it works and keeps his hair soft ( when he tried to explain it to Milo he almost lost his mind )

Also still on the topic of Hair, Angels hair type is 4a not the loosest curl but not to tightest of a curl and most of the time very frizzy

My angel is extremely neurodivergent I believe they have Adhd, Autism, and OCD

They do a lot of rigid tasks with a lot of very specific steps to achieve a sense of balance to stop themselves from feeling distressed or extremely anxious

The first couple of times they went to a pack meeting they had to sit in the car until it started because of how chaotic it was in the beginning

He definitely has a very specific way he plays Minecraft and other free roam games to keep order

They have a huge collection of Beads and are constantly making bracelets for people they care about

Loves making and trading Kandi

This is just how I think they have the other mates and wolves in their phone (David = Davey Waveyyyy 🐺 ) ( Asher = Puffball ) ( Milo = Aggros Father 🐈‍⬛ ) ( Darlin = Strawberry icecream 🍨) — Mates : ( babee = Big Boss! ) ( Sweetheart = Sneaks ) ( Sam = Grampire )

BABEEEE!!

My babe is Mixed! African American and Mexican

Their name is Tahlil Karlos Garcia

I see babe as a Cutecore enthusiast, before them and Asher got their own place a majority of their decor was an extremely light pink

Same with their clothes if not pink than pastel versions of different colors but overall very cute!!

They’re closer to an average height of 5’8

They’re Non-Binary and Bi-sexual!

Has never dyed their hair in their lifetime, it shocks literally everyone in the pack that they haven’t cause most people in the pack have!

Is always dress up someway in Cutecore, they love cutesy pajamas and it’s great cause Asher loves to match

Their hair is extremely short and curly, it’s also a very dark Brown!!

They love animated tv shows and movies, their favorites are She-Ra, My little pony, and TD Island

They prefer Fighter games like mortal Kombat over regular soft games. But they do really love animal crossing

They sew clothes all the time, when the pack kids are having issues with clothing whether it be a hole that needs to be patched or a resizing they’re the one they go to

Angel and Babe trade Kandi constantly

My babe has ADHD and extreme social anxiety! They may seem well put together at least in relation to Asher but the more you get to know them the more chaotic you see that they are

Extremely quiet, most people in the pack including David thought they were mute for a long time

They are however fluent in sign language and do use it a lot because of how little they talk (only David and Darlin can actually understand them)

They have an extremely loose curly I’m talking like 2c-3a

Loves collecting Miku Figurines!! And basically anything they can get their hands on

In order of most loved its Miku Figurines, Hirono blindboxes, Peach Riot blindboxes, mofusandd, labubu, and then fugglers

SWEETHEART!

Also Blasian in my eyes except My sweetheart is Panamanian and Japanese

Her Father is African American and Panamanian and her mother is Japanese

My sweetheart is Cisgender woman and pansexual

My sweetheart is 6’5

My sweethearts name is Makaila Gonzalez Tokugawa

Sweetheart wears their hair in locs!! I like to think they loc’ed up a little bit after that has gotten with Milo and things were getting serious. Now they’re loc’ed and in love :D

Sweethearts hair before locs was always in some sort of short protective style like mini twists or a braided bob with curly ends because her hair is 4c. But after she loc’ed up she took to the loc bob and other styles that keep her hair out her face.

She does in fact dress like a detective from the 1960’s for work, outside of work she’s normally in very comfortable clothing and 9/10 depending on the night before her day off it’s not hers

I’d say the most energetic out of the mates especially when it’s just a hang out with the guys and their mates. Loves hanging out with all of them

Doesn’t play many video games because of work but does really love The Callisto Protocol and Super Smash Bros. She also really likes to play Dark Deception

Is fluent in 5 languages ( English, Spanish, Japanese, French, and Korean )

Besides cases that her bosses put her onto she works with troubled kids that end up in department custody for extended periods of time

Enjoys Sci-Fi heavy books more than any other genre

Extremely organized and proud of that organization. She has a whole system when it comes to organizing cases she’s actively involved in. Each case depending on it’s severity, importance, and current activity gets a color, number, and symbol attached to it and is filed away accordingly

My sweetheart is Autistic and Daydreams a lot to cope with her surroundings.

My sweetheart collects physical media, specifically books and cds. She also collects makeup products but considers it a guilty pleasure because she thinks it’s out of the ordinary to collect makeup

Likes putting aggro in cute little sweaters made by Babee

Darlin!!

My Darlin is Afro-Latino, his father is Panamanian and her mother is African American.

Darlin is Agender and Arospec

They were born in the Deep South on a poorly managed ranch with their dad.

They moved to Washington at the age of 2 originally to stay with their older cousins while their dad put in the work to get their home and lively hood back into shape.

It overall didn’t work out and Darlins dad moved up with them to Washington to get a job that would last them a while

Darlin was given to Marie at the age of 4 because their father couldn’t take care of them

They have a very large collection of Butterfly Knives

My Darlins name is Augustine Diaz, though Asher calls them Auggie it’s a nickname that sticks all throughout their teen years in the pack

Darlins Hair pattern is closer to straight than anything but it’s because of routine heat damage. They used to have very thick defined curls and are trying to get back to that slowly

Darlin is a blonde

My Darlin is extremely short 5’5

Their clothing style is a hoodie and sweatpants but they have been wearing and experimenting with style the longer they stick with the pack ( Milo forced them to go shopping for more clothes )

My darlin has adhd, autism, and npd. I also head canon them to be a system specifically did

The least energetic out of the listeners but definitely the most chaotic in their own way

Very good friends with Christian

Has a love hate relationship with Sweetheart and her scary game addiction

My darlin isn’t a wolf shifter instead they’re a Dhole shifter

Very affectionate while shifted loves getting rubs and giving cuddles

Likes Sonic and uncontrollable amount, has been collecting sonic themed things for literal years

Has a bunny for a pet, his name is Manny it’s short for Emanuel. Asher and Milo call him Man Man

Extremely sleepy all the time, takes naps literally every where to the point it’s concerning

Marie has so many baby photos of darlin in her photo album and uses it to keep darlin in line

[bisnacktual]

anti tulpar crew with a transmasc partner?

yes sure!

ANTI TULPAR CREW WITH TRANSMASC PARTNER

Curly

Keeps getting drunk and accidentally calling you by your dead prns

When he gets sober he apologizes by referring to you as he/him and treating you like a prince (as you are)

Whenever something happens he makes sure YOU are ok. Nobody else matters but you

Whenever one of the crew accidentally call you she/her he gets mad and corrects them harshly (he’s so sweet <3)

Makes sure you’re feeling ok daily by asking “you good?“ whenever he sees you

Jimmy

When accidentally referring to you as she/her he gets all embarrassed and apologizes profusely untill you tell him to calm down

Is really happy when you want him to style your hair (he loves making it look fluffy)

Checks in on you at least 70 times a day

Ignores his own problems and asks you about your day

When you told him that you were trans he was extremely supportive and offered to be there for it all

Anya

Likes resting on your chest

Will def show you how to do things in the vents so she can spend time with you

Will punch anyone who dosent use your prns correctly

Likes getting drunk with you and ends up throwing up the next morning with you </3

When you came out to her she was ecstatic and grabbed a trans flag before telling you that see’s gonna go to pride with you as soon as yalls return 😭

Swansea

“oh that’s wonderful!“ he’d say while giving you a muffin and talking about what you wanna be called and what clothes you wanna wear

Would be the most supportive partner ever <3

Makes sure he gets everything on point fo you <3

Makes little cupcakes with the trans flag on them :)

Is extra sweet to you <3

Daisuke

“ok“ he’d act like he dosent care and then make an entire slideshow on what you wanna be called and what you like 😭

Will always make sure you arent tired and will rest your head on his lap

Likes to run his hands down your chest (he freakyyyyy)

Makes coffee for you in the morning <3

Would 100% ruin the person’s life who misgendered you

[im-normal-about-everything]

what is an angsty purly headcanon you have like you're favorite ones

Oh you are not READYYYY

TW: self harm, eating disorder, suicide, just general lack of self worth

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-pony really didn't ever go back to eating normally after the events of the book. He'll eat a little but def not as much as he should and sometimes he'll just give his good to Curly. Curly tries to get him to eat it first but usually it won't happen.

-sometimes they have REALLY bad fights where they both say stuff they don't mean. (They always get over it and talk it out at some point) One time though, pony was upset about curly getting in a fight/in trouble with the cops and he was scared something would happen to him (like what happened to Dally) and curly said SMTH about him being too controlling and still failing at keeping people he cares about safe. They didn't talk for like a week.

-idk if that made sense so like here's how I imagine the Convo

"you're acting reckless and I just don't want you to get hurt or do something stupid" - pony

'you can't control/fix everything. Look how well it went when you tried to 'fix' Dallas or Cade."

Or smth like that and pony just makes Curly go home.

-pony has like INSANE survivors guilt and he's convinced that he's cursed or something and he tries to push curly away for a while because he doesn't want to get him killed as well

-if we're talking like trans!pony, sometimes curly will jokingly refer to pony as his 'wife' and it lowk gets him upset but he thinks it's stupid to be upset about so he doesn't say anything

-i think pony would be kind of passively suicidal. Like he's not gonna kill himself, but he isn't exactly gonna go out of the way to stay safe. (Curly calls him a hypocrite when he calls him reckless) And curly HATES seeing that cuz it reminds him of his mom before she died and how she didn't care for anything and didn't try to better herself at all

-they both have INSANE abandonment issues

-curly would be the ONLY person that knew about pony self harming because he actually saw the scars. While Curly's not exactly happy about the fact that he is the only person helping pony with it, he's a little bit honored that pony trusts HIM the most

-they both have fuck ass communication skills. Most of the time they get really defensive and shit 💔

I can do more but this is what I got for now

[rageclownz]

Sydney O. Sargent! I remember Mayfield saying in a stream that Sydney would use platform crutches or a power wheelchair, and I so rarely see people draw him using a wheelchair, so I decided to fix that! I figured he’d use a group 3 or 4 power wheelchair because that’s what would suit the environment he’s in—he works in the woods, and he’d need a chair that’s capable of tackling uneven ground and obstacles. I think his wheelchair would have front-wheel drive, but the only good reference I had was of a wheelchair with mid-wheel drive. He’d also 100% let campers put stickers all over his wheelchair.

Image description: a stylized digital drawing of Sydney Sargent from Camp Here and There. He is a fat white man in a black power wheelchair. He is wearing a teal bunny hat, a brown spiked choker, a beige sweater, a brown skirt, teal leg warmers, and gray platform boots. Most articles of clothing have white lace on them. His wheelchair has lots of stickers on the side, including one of the trans flag and one of a mushroom, and there is a small plant growing from the armrest. He is smiling and wearing black lipstick. He has a tooth gap and dark curly hair. The background is light pink. End image description.

[coochiequeens]

Canada, WTF? Part I

By Reduxx Team November 13, 2024

The trial of a man charged with murdering his wife and two young sons has begun this week, with the accused now claiming to identify as transgender. Mohamad Al Ballouz, 38, is charged with the second-degree murder of his wife, Synthia Bussières, and the first-degree murders of their two sons, aged just 5 and 2 years old. Ballouz has now adopted the name Levana Ballouz, and has been referred to as a “woman” by Canadian press.

In September of 2022, firefighters attended Ballouz’ 12th floor condo in Brossard, Quebec in response to an apparent house fire. Inside, they found Synthia Bussières, her body riddled with stab wounds, laying on a bed next to her two children. Ballouz had lodged himself between Bussiéres and the children, and a small bonfire of household items had been lit next to the mattress.

Synthia Bussières and her two children.

All four were rushed to the hospital, but Bussières and her children died. Ballouz, who was also injured, had reportedly consumed dishwashing liquid in an apparent suicide attempt, but he was placed under arrest after being treated. Ballouz has no previous criminal history.

While the details of the case, including any potential motive, are still unclear, Bussières’ mother has come forward to reveal that her daughter appeared increasingly troubled in the two years leading up to the murder.

“She had been with this man for 12 years, but in the last two years, she had changed. I didn’t recognize her anymore,” Sylvie Guertin told Les 2 Rives in September of 2023. She also said that she had seen Bussières in the weeks before her death, and had observed that her daughter looked frail.

“In August [of 2022], I saw that something was wrong, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to look like the mother who gets involved in something that doesn’t concern her,” Guertin said. “I thought she had lost weight.”

Ballouz’s trial began on Monday, but during the proceedings it was learned that he now identifies as a “woman” named Levana Ballouz. During his hearings, he appeared in court wearing a blonde, curly wig and nail polish. He is reportedly representing himself after firing his two criminal defense lawyers, both of whom were considered to be among the best in Quebec.

According to CBC, the prosecution had to “warn” the jury that several witnesses would refer to Ballouz as a man to preempt any concerns about “disrespect.” Prior to the start of the trial, no previous news coverage had documented that Ballouz was expressing a change in his self-perceived “gender identity,” suggesting his claim of being transgender was extremely recent.

Canadian media outlets are respecting Ballouz’ new identity, with multiple articles covering the trial referring to Ballouz as a “woman” or by using feminine pronouns.

While the trial is expected to last at least 10 more weeks, if Ballouz is found guilty and criminally responsible, he would be entitled to request housing in a women’s prison.

Largely due to the efforts of the governing Liberal Party under Justin Trudeau, the category of “gender identity” was made a protected characteristic after it was added to the Canadian Human Rights Act via a controversial piece of legislation known as Bill C-16. The amendments granted men access to single-sex female spaces like washrooms, changing rooms, prisons, and rape shelters on the basis of their identity.

While the Canadian government claimed the bill had been assessed for its impact on women prior to approval, it has refused to release any details of the assessment’s findings. In 2020, a copy of the assessment was given to journalist Anna Slatz via an Access To Information Request but was 96% redacted.

Since Bill C-16 was enacted in 2017, a number of violent and sexually depraved male inmates have been transferred to women’s prisons across Canada.

As previously reported by Reduxx, one egregious example includes a trans-identified male who raped an infant before being transferred to a women’s prison.

Tara Desousa, also known as Adam Laboucan, sexually assaulted a three-month-old baby boy in Quesnel, British Columbia in 1997. The infant was so brutally injured by the attack that he had to be flown to Vancouver, 410 miles away, to undergo reconstructive surgery. After declaring a transgender status, Desousa was transferred to the Fraser Valley Institution for Women, where he is one of multiple trans-identified males with a history of sexual violence at the facility. Desousa is designated a “dangerous offender” and is considered such a risk to public safety that he is serving an indeterminate prison sentence.

[mr-glorbiezzz]

Okay second art post of the night!!

In order we got; a (technically) trans alien girl if we’re following my alien story, small diner ocs, oc outfit reference, COWBOY ocs, and Sally Bowles. The ultimate homosexuality.

First up is the alien girl!! I dont have much to say about her except for the fact that she was made with the lasso tool on ibis! It was fun making her!!

Next up is my small diner ocs. They dont have names yet, so i’ll keep the ramble brief. Just know this contains mentions of drugs (in the last sentence, and it’s not in depth, butt if ya dont wanna see it, scroll to the blue). Curly haired clown girl is the main singer. She is supposed to attract customers, and it works! Not becuase of her singing, but because of her looks. The little waiter/waitress is a genderfluid little doodad who unfortunately fell for her HARD. They get close later on, blah blah blah, as it turns out the diner’s owner and singer are drug dealers trying to cover their thing up.

Next up is the gay cowboys!!! I dont really like their kissing poses, feel like they’re too stiff butt 🤷‍♂️. Again, not mych of a story. Sadly they dont have names nor any true existence, but i do plan to make them an actual story once i firgure out what it’s about. For now, they’re once in a lifetime limited editions figures.

Last butt certainly not least is Sally Bowles!!! Specifically based off Liza Minnelli’s Sally Bowles. I actually an really proud of how she turned out!! Anatomy may be a little wonky but im still proud nonetheless! I like the slight orange tint i gave to her, made it feel nicer. Somehow. Anyway, this ends my day of finally posting on here!!! Yayyyy!!!!

@kalied0skull i warned you on being tagged twice

[necroslur]

design an identity for me

bet. first alter pack? sorta? idk someone can use this as an alter pack if they want i do not care.

mostly just based on what ive observed in you

name/s: mercury, solstice, sorrow/sorrows

age: ageless, permateen

gender: gendernull, gender nihilism, gender apathetic, vaguely transmasc but doesnt really care enough

pronouns: he it they xe ze null void

species: nonhuman, spacekin, transalien, transvoid

attraction: aroace

paras: n/a

cis/neu-ids: australian + slavic

trans-ids: light skin, curly hair, severibpd, transage oty, severiDID/plural, harmed

source/s: wednesday (addams family)

reference pics:

[astroreoreoreoreoreoreoreo]

back at it again with Astro's Charat Adventures Episode 2: Distruzione

the bug that made the color selector unusable was fixed but i would feel bad if i gave these guys proper colors when the others didn't get them so i still forced myself to only use the preset colors (except for skin, i used the color selector for that. to be fair there's more skintone variety in distru.)

i forgot just how many freaking people are on this team. it took me like three hours to do them all (for reference the other guys took me about an hour. tbf i did forget two of them but whatever)

as per usual i did not do Emerson Lake Palmer. this is definitely not because he doesn't actually have a design (if anyone wants to make one you are free to lol)

ok so first up we got April. idk why i did her first. she looks pretty cute and recognizable but that fucking waist thing was giving me an aneurysm. got that gender roles ass color scheme 8/10

next we got boss, both with and without his shades bc why not. he has piss yellow hair because the color options are bad, it's technically lore relevant, and also he deserves it. he looks so yass it's funny. he's not unrecognizable but i'm still giving it a 7/10 just cause i don't like him

try to guess who the hell this is. without process of elimination you would have no idea. to some extent that's because culto's design isn't that interesting to begin with but also it's because charat does not have a single one of his recognizable traits available. i will be honest- i didn't even bother looking that hard for a hairstyle for him. looked for like 30 seconds, remembered this is fucking charat, and just gave him this leon kuwata ass cut. unrecognizable and ugly, just like his passione counterpart. -1/10. the only reason culto's rating isn't lower is because the jeans are the right color

eva looks so cute. only problem is that charat hates short curly hairstyles. (see culto above.) i could have given her an afro i guess but then she would have no options for bangs. fuck off charat get some hair texture variety. this definitely isn't a perfect rendition of her design but she's adorable so 9/10

next we got marie feat. the flower pin eva gave her (but it's massive for some reason. believe me, that was the smallest i could make it) idk why she got those hatsune miku colors every other color i tried looked ugly. anyway marie is cute and recognizable so whatever. 9/10

hello sexy trans man i mean per. (kill me.) anyway I was surprised by how easy it was to find stuff for her. the only reason her dress is red now is because it was impossible to see if it was black and those stupid neon buttons (who the fuck thought, "oh yeah, people will love these piss ugly buttons that fuck up every look"?) looked really obvious. anyway per is the one whose design translated the best. 10/10

sammy!! his skin is like the surface of the sun. (it was a preset.) my eyes hurt looking at him. then again him being super pale checks out given his lore so whatever. surprised that charat was able to make sammy's design boring. where's his waist chain charat. where is it. anyway he's recognizable and isn't that ugly so whatever. 6/10

finally we got van. I feel like i should apologize to him for this. i found out while i was making culto that there was a hair option that would have looked more correct but i was not about to remake this guy to fix it. you wanna guess which clothing item the overalls counted as? not pants. not overcoats. they were in the fucking shirt section. i couldn't put anything under them. who the FUCK put them there. i want to do medical malpractice on them. 3/10 i'm so sorry van

[maiden-of-rats]

🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Head-cannons (Bloody Painter)

DISCLAIMERS!!!: 

All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)

I am very new to writing on tumblr

There will be generally dark themes in my work 

I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  

Helen Otis/ Bloody Painter 

Goes by Otis 

Does not like being referred to as the Bloody Painter

He has very rich blue eyes 

5’7 (173cm)

He is trans 

He looks sickly and tired but in a beautiful way 

Short messy curly black hair

He is French and ¼ Japanese

He never fully smiles or smiles with his teeth

He is antisocial by choice  

 His favorite medium is watercolor/ Gouache because the similar texture to blood

He loves the woods despite living in the city for his childhood

He always carries a pocket sized sketchbook in a shoulder bag

He is slender built but has a slight hourglass shape to him

He enjoys very chill goth music with the occasional indie 

He is decent at singing 

He has definitely been to grippy sock vacation

His paintings give him comfort

He only targets people that bullied him in school or currently mistreat him 

His outfit is characterized by loose blue jeans, a jean jacket of the same color, a black t-shirt and a yellow smile button on his jacket

Other than that he is non violent but his personality is off

I can’t describe quite describe his voice other than shaky,quite and sounds like it should be higher than it is 

He also doesn’t like to be referred to as a killer, murder or serial killer because he is “simply an artist doing good”